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Sam was so excited that it was all coming together. He was so elated that a girl this beautiful was marrying him.

Cancel Culture | Kim Cancer He didn’t want to waste any time. He didn’t want her to have even a millisecond to change her mind.

Scrambling out of the covers, jumping out of bed and stumbling up to his feet, he clumsily pulled on his camouflage cargo shorts, stepped into his Gucci sandals and twisted on his black AC/DC singlet and he ordered her up too and told her they were going NOW to be married.

She laughingly complied, collected her clothes from off the floor, and they ordered a Grab car, then rode down to the courthouse and he paid extra to have the papers signed and expedited THAT DAY.

They then returned to the hotel, ate an extravagant lobster meal in the hotel’s restaurant. Then they retired to his suite where they drank champagne, watched superhero movies and fucked. His head spinning, he curled up to her tits like a baby, and passed out in the early evening. And when he woke up the next morning, around the crack of dawn, she was gone.

Lifting his groggy head up and looking out to the floor to ceiling windows, he saw the pink light of morning spreading in from underneath a cluster of dark black clouds. Sam then noticed his phone was silently flashing.

He clumsily fumbled at the nightstand next to the bed, scooped up the device, and saw that Nok had sent him a text saying she’d needed to go back to her home, up north, in Esan, to make arrangements for a formal wedding, a traditional Buddhist wedding, at the temple, and that a week or two later, she’d have him come up there to meet her parents and have the ceremony.

She also requested he pay her folks a “sinsot,” a dowry, of $100,000, and provided him the bank account info for the transfer.

Cancel Culture | Kim Cancer Sam wasted no time in transferring the funds to Bangkok Bank. It was the least he could do. He imagined her parents happy and wai-ing him in the threshold of their triangle roofed, nut-brown, traditional Thai house, the house probably on tall stilts, probably made of teak, with thickets of jungle, palm fronds and mangrove surrounding it.

He could see her parents in that doorway, her father in pantaloons, her mother in long golden robes, her parents bowing and welcoming him triumphantly, like a champion!