The thin girl, around my age, had long hair in a style intended to be Western, long bangs, and she lay down on her back, wearing a bra and panties, both very white. Or was she wrapped in a towel? I stood there, frozen. Eventually she got up and came to me, gave me head for a few seconds, dizzying, and then embarked on a hand job, very matter-of-factly. I remember looking down at her; I stared at the part in her hair, the whiteness of her scalp. I worried I was too drunk.
