It's Thai food this time.

Like Dumas' Three Musketeers, there are four of us today. Mick, an old friend of mine, joined us on our jour fixe. He's what you Yanks would call a District Attorney, lives down south (no, not as far south as Haiderland), and most of us are a little inhibited by his position. Not me; after all, I've known him for thirty years, and he hasn't always been a DA. Anyway, he's too busy chasing credit-card abusers to do us any harm.

Very online, our Mick. He uses ADSL, so he's practically connected to the backbone of the net. His download speed, he claims, is up to 786 kbits per sec, about 98 kilobytes per sec. Uh, if the server is prepared for that speed.... traX and I are not too optimistic: we both use ISDN (that's roughly like a cable modem), and we never ever get the full 7.5 KB per sec that that German Telecom technician promised. Not on, er, picture sites.

No wonder download speed drops drastically with a picture like that

They always seem to be a little slow.

We start with that spicy Hot Duck Soup. Gerhard's brain must still be paralyzed by Mick's profession, the way he gulps down the chili-soaked soup. After a minute or so the signals of his gustatory organs manage to override his global sense of guilt, and we have an emergency case at our table.

While Gerhard refreshes himself - or rather his tongue & tie - at the Gentlemen's Powder Room, I coax Mick into his favorite theme, the back side. As a student in Heidelberg, he used to have that big map of the back side of the moon on one side of his bed, and a close rear view poster of the early Christy Canyon on the other. Maybe someone remembers that series where she crawls about a very small pink rubber pool... where's Goober when we need him? So, when a flushed Gerhard returns, he's confronted with Mick's backside fantasies, Mick's laptop and an eyeful of the works of a Japanese artist called Namio. We hope it won't alter his entire life.

This isn't the original file - Namio's girls usually insert tiny men into various orifices. Off-topic, so I asked traX to remove them. Which he did.

TraX, after some harrumphing, describes how SNOTSYKIM once demonstrated that a cleavage and a behind can easily be mistaken for each other, and asks for more Namio. Looks like the fellow didn't do too many pics... I remember that theory that prehistoric ladies developed breasts as backside-surrogates when humanity switched course to upright and consequently from doggy- to missionary-style. Whenever that may have happened... it seems so convincing, it must be a hoax.

Anyway, in Gerhard's view, it brands Mick's fantasy as somewhat primitive, a fossil, as it were. The target of that accusation just grins and presents his Latina photosafari results of '99, and, woah! we have a very silent project manager at our table.

There's no rule against blonde Latinas...

The laptop is back with traX, who has a second look at the Namio pictures while the fried rice with vegetables (Kao Pad Gai) is being served...and the elderly but statuesque Thai waitress almost drops our dishes. "Oh, oh, you like fat legged domina..." and subsequently her gait changes while the movement of her brows indicates she's in a fantasy of her own. I hope she doesn't keep a bunch of tiny leprechauns in some back room... it took her quite some time to bring my Plah Tod Saam Rod.

My alter ego, traX, is immersed in a cloud of inspiration, and he'll surely end up with a behind-series. As you may have noticed already. I swear I'm not taking Nahpets' endpage seriously - it was Mick, not me, who started that behind thing.

Another of the Blonde Latina Series. Someone tore the fishnet body stocking to tiny pieces

And after all, traX' gals have the max racks that make them publishable in our little community of breast fanatics. Me, I prefer them the other way round.

Low angle shot

Thanks, as usual, go to St Stephan for his HannibalLectoring. -- Myc
Hmmm -- gives me ideas: hope I can find the proper Thai for my next formal dinner. -- StS