D.V. Berkom

“Greg took a deep”
― D.V. Berkom, Bad Traffick

“at dizzying speed, shifting her unsettled stomach into epic nausea. I didn’t have that much to drink. She’d been at the bar for less than an hour, waiting with her friends from the hostel for the legendary lady boys to appear. The thought that the bartender had spiked her beer skated across her mind, but she rejected the idea. Why drug a customer who was obviously part of the backpacking crowd and wouldn’t have much money? The motorized rickshaw turned down an unfamiliar street, heading in the opposite direction from the hostel. “Wait—where are we going?” she asked, her breathing shallow. The words echoed in her brain, like she was standing in a hole.  Slowly, she swiveled her head. Alak, the guy she’d been talking to who worked at the hostel, sat across the seat studying her closely, as though she were an insect pinned to a bug board. Frowning, she glanced in the rearview mirror. The driver was watching”
― D.V. Berkom, Cargo

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