Once in Soi 41 I nearly ran down some old granny type as I made for the railings on the pavement, but she swerved out of the way with amazing agility. Some kind of foreign biddy, with a mouth on her like a foghorn. She soon cleared off when I went to open my fly. The usual three locks and alarm system would hopefully keep the jackals away from the bike.

The apartment was the top floor of some modern and ruinously expensive edifice, with a uniformed doorman and marble floor entrance hallway. My rotting leather and tatty jeans were well out of it, about as appropriate as a priest in a bordello. The lift shot up 25 floors fast enough to cause blurred vision and nose bleeds in the unwary or terminally ill. Spat me out into a small hallway that was nevertheless bigger than my apartment. Before I could knock on the steel encased door, it was pulled back and my slight forward momentum threw me into the arms of some kind of vile monster.

‘Oh, handsome boy,’ the katoey squealed in delight. Tried to tear my balls off with one hand, the other clamped around my neck attempting to suck off my lips. Insulted by my cock trying to do a rapid disappearing act, the thing reared back, tried to bare its fangs, bite off my whole head by the look of it, but not before I saved face by the simple expedient of head-butting it into oblivion.

Blood exploded out of its nose, the tearing of plastic rather than the breaking of bone; a few thousand dollars worth of carefully constructed surgery going west. Not that the surgeon’s artistry had done much to improve the appearance of the over-sized brute. The hormone treatments had the alarming effect of adding a foot or so to the transvestite’s height, miring the thing in maximum ugliness.

I staggered backwards, ready to do a runner, though there didn’t seem to be any stairs and by the time the lift came back I could’ve been lynched or mass male-raped. A quick glance revealed the whole floor degutted, one massive room full of cosmetically challenged transvestites, focused on our battle but seemingly indifferent to the outcome. It was like I’d just walked out of the headiness of a Bangkok night into the depths of hell. A gaggle of cronies eventually sauntered forward to gather the victim into their embrace, giving off enough bad karma to close down a Buddhist state.