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Let her lie in your lap
with her face turned up to the moon;
point out Polaris and the Morning Star,
the Great Bear and his seven
rishis
,
and tell her all the stories of the night sky.
-
Kama Sutra
'Wild, eh?' Ray said, noticing my interest.
'Beautiful, too.'
'Here,' he told David, 'roll yourself a doobie. I'm gonna take a
shower. Want some coffee?'
Everyone did, and Ray suddenly shouted, 'Debbie!' at the top of
his lungs, disappearing behind an appliquéd hanging covering a
doorway. He handed what looked like a wicker wastepaper basket to
David. It was filled with slabs of hashish the size of floor tiles.
'Shit!' Esther said. 'There must be fifty grands' worth of hash in
here.'
'In this country it's probably fifty bucks' worth,' David replied,
finding some cigarette papers and going to work.
It was then that I began wondering what exactly it was that Ray
did, how he was able to spend so much time in Goa and not on a
dollar a day. The antiques in the villa alone had to be worth hundreds
of thousands. And later I saw a collection of antique jewellery that
was probably worth millions. But that was after I'd learned that
what Ray did was export hashish oil to Canada.
I was standing looking closely at an especially cunning, virtually
impossible coital position when the hanging parted and Debbie
walked in. The man from
The Blue Lagoon
had been right. Her
breasts were unusually prominent, jutting in defiance of gravity
rather than hanging, slightly conical too, ending in nipples an inch
long that gave the impression of perpetually accusing fingers. She
herself was small, with long fair hair bleached in streaks by the sun
and tied up on her crown in coils like the
rishis
of old. She wore only
a sarong, the most lavish one I'd ever seen: embroidered silk,
handpainted with jungle scenes, and distinctly Balinese.
She, too, looked not especially pleased to see her guests and acted
