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When ever I think of the past, I think of Subic City, Philippines. The sex, mostly,

comes to mind. When I close my eyes, I still see the rows of bars with their neon

signs proudly displayed, hear the loud rock music screaming through open windows,

and smell the sex leeking through the opened door ways. One day, of the two years I

had spent there, stood out more in my mind than any other. I had just gotten through

having sex at one of the bars and started slowly walking through town. The girls,

smiling and waving from balconies and doorways, beg me to enter their

establishments. I got halfway into town when an old woman approached me. She

looked like any other street person with frazzled hair and an old dress that was worn

far too long. She stood in front of me for what seemed like a long time before she

squared her shoulders, looked me in eyes and said, "Will you take my grand

daughter's virginity so she can go work in a bar?". The question she asked me sent

my mind reeling with shock, wondering of perverse possibilities, and changing my

perspective of the women in the bars.

At first, I wanted to scream at the grand mother for even asking me such question.

. . .

So now, why did I want to know the bar girls names?

I kept asking these questions over and over in my head as I slowly walked through

town. Tears

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began form in my eyes, and I quickly looked away, not for the grand mother seeing me

cry, but because I couldn't stand seeing such overwhelming sadness. I've always done

perverted things and loved it. I realized she was trying not to cry and was failing miserably. " If She's frugal, the

money should last about three months," I thought. It was common to pay extra

for a virgin in a bar, about four hundred Pesos, which was about twenty dollars. As I gave her a once over, to see if I could find

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any physical sign of insanity in her, I noticed her hair, although frazzled, was full of

body for an old woman. That, also wasn't common for street people. And, since I gave the old woman all of my money, I had to walk

nine miles back to the naval base. I could roughly take her just to hear the screams of torment. Some not so good, but

I've always enjoyed them.

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