Lalita smiled at the story and felt a great fondness for Phra Tanatika, for she saw he was trying to take the edge off of her problem with sex. Surely he was right, it was just an agricultural function, why did she take it so seriously?

“What can I do to help my karma along in this regard and find the right man?” Lalita asked him.

“Imaging,” the monk promptly replied. “You make an image in your mind of the kind of man you could give everything too – then when you see him you will know him.”

Which is exactly what she did. Every night before she went to sleep, every morning when she woke up, she painstakingly built up an image of a farang man to whom she could happily give her heart and her body and enthusiastically perform all those dreadful things that Japanese whore was doing in the porn video.

The image she built up in her mind was surprisingly detailed: tall, slim, handsome, probably American, wealthy with a strong jaw, beautifully dressed in expensive casual clothes with a tell-tale look in his eyes that other men usually do not have: the look of a conquering dragon, to go with her own inner dragon which very few people ever saw. She even imaged his favorite color: crimson.

All that happened over the past week. Now she is taking Magnus’ photograph to Phra Tanatika at Wat Tanorn, using the sheet of paper as a makeshift fan in the hot, steamy bus that cost only two baht because there was no air-conditioning.

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