You know my secrete. I have to kill you.

Remember the first time you wanted to buy a pack of condoms at a drug store or 7 eleven? A pornography mag?

I had been eying on that 'Playboy: Playmate' DVD collect from a Chinese store for the past few days. It was priced at 570.000 LAK (about US67). Today I came in again to check. There were few customers browsing through well-organized DVD collections. So I waited until no other customer was left in the store. I wanted to buy that 'Playmate' discreetly, you know, taking it to the counter, making a payment and leaving, and with no question asked. The problem was it's rather expensive. So I took it to a sale person, a Chinese middle-aged lady, sitting at a counter and asked if she could lower the price. She said she could not do that; she needed to ask her boss first. At that very moment I started to panic. An embarrassing story I heard once appeared in my head. I remember the story about someone wanting to buy a porn mag from a store and a sale man just asked his boss loudly,"How much does this porn mag cost?" and everyone in the store was staring at that mag and then him, a potential buyer, a 'pervert' one. Luckily for my case, she just walked to her boss - who was playing 'Mahjong' with her friends. A moment later, her boss came to the counter, used a calculator to do some maths before showing it to me. It showed 525.000 on its screen. "Could you go lower than that?" I whispered. "Sorry. That's the lowest I could go," she insisted. Not wanting to prolong a situation any further, I decided to take it. She put the DVD into a thin and clear plastic bag.

"Could I have another plastic bag, please?" I requested. I then quickly walked out.

While waiting to cross the road, someone shouted, "Brother Xai, what are you doing here?" It's my junior. It's a she.

"Err...I'm here to use the Internet. What about you?" I asked while hiding my plastic bag at my back.

"I'm meeting my friend for dinner. Would you like to join us?" she invited.

"I'm afraid I can't. I have to use the Net for my work," I declined politely.

"The Internet cafe is that way. Bye!"

"See you!"

I had no choice but to walk to the Internet cafe and used it.

Now It's time I went back to my guesthouse.