when I was traveling in a hot summer noon time by bike in the other side of hemisphere, the heat waves brought in from inland desert made me think of Cococola. I arrived at Kings Cross where man's adventure began at dusk. I bought a can of the soft drink and sat on a bench in a tiny park. In front of me was a 2 stories whore house. Several girls were hanging around on the stairs outside the second floor. A man at about his 30s came by with a bike. he sat down next me and start chatting. I listened to him carelessly while watching those girls waving at me to come over. I knew what that guy wanted but did not expect that he suddenly touched my base with his hand. I jumped up like an unloading spring.

I went away.