Oh, she loved him long time and Rob was about to pay the price. Coach had warned him about sleeping with unclean women. But this was Thailand and Rob was stupid drunk. Now his crotch was ablaze with itching and burning. The crabs must have already had babies. That was fast! He figured a quick trip to the walk-in clinic and things would be taken care of then he'd be ready for the big game. But these crabs were resistant and time was running short. 'Damn the cheap booze and loose whores', he thought. The flight home was something he'd rather forget. He spent most of the time in the toilet scratching his junk. One week later, all he had to show from his first trip abroad was an intense burning sensation and a palm sized pot-metal Buddha. So much for booking early. But really, who's to blame here? Then the credit card bill arrived. It was huge, much bigger than Rob had anticipated. Where was he going to come up with that kind of cash? If he'd only listened to his Coach. Oh, and he should have paid more attention to the horned toad who told him to go South to Mexico. None of this would have ever happened if he just listened. email: [email protected] web: www.michaeloster.com