Narrative

             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.
             How could she be so cruel as to give up her grand daughter's body to a total stranger?
             What person in their right mind would even suggest such a thing? Maybe she's crazy, I
             thought. Yeah. That's it. She has to be. As I gave her a once over, to see if I could find
             any physical sign of insanity in her, I noticed her hair, although frazzled, was full of
             body for an old woman. Her hair was clean, too. This wasn't usual for a street person.
             The dress was heavily used; but, it, also, was clean. She didn't have on any shoes on;
             but , that's common here. Strange. There weren't any calluses or corns or any build up
             on her feet that I could see. That, also wasn't common for street pe
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