![]() “I’ve always wanted to see a foreign country with a native,” Frank had said. But when she asked Frank for time off from work, he said she could go-if he came along. He bought one plane ticket (it was all he could afford at the time), thinking she’d go alone to see her family. She was working long hours these days she deserved a nice vacation. The school bus driver had intended the trip to Laos to be a surprise gift for his wife. He’s such a goofball,” she said, giggling, trying to make light of the whole thing. “Hee keyow,” she would say, shaking her head in disapproval if he ever suggested she wear anything even slightly revealing. This bikini would never be something she’d choose for herself. She would never, on her own, make herself up like this. Her black hair was set in big soft curls and she looked like a child’s doll: blue eyelids, long artificial eyelashes, round rosy cheeks, red lips. She’d never posed this way before, for him. The school bus driver thought his wife looked odd in these vacation pictures. She was sitting on the white sheets of an unmade hotel bed and looking straight at the camera, her knees tucked underneath her. Below that, her bikini bottom was just a patch of cloth in the front, held up by thin strings tied into a small bow. They were tight and perky in the white spandex top she wore. ![]() ![]() ![]() He was looking at his wife’s breasts in a photograph. ![]()
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