A Door Ajar

A DOOR AJAR or, HOW ADAM ALMOST GOT A HAPPY ENDING

So last night we left the door slightly ajar so that Jenny could wake us in the morning. Little did we know that it would set a sequence of efents in motion that would shatter the tranquility of the still night.

At about 3am in the morning, Adam wakes up to a strange man sitting next to him. I am on the other side of the bed, against the wall. This strange Thai man was smiling.

He then proceeded to put his hand down Adam’s sarong, touching his penis briefly, suggestively, with a question written on his face.

Adam vigorously shakes his head, signs “No” in Sri Lankan sign language, and voices “No thank you.” This is when I wake up, by the way. I see a strange man leaving our room, closing the door gently. Groggily, I ask Adam, “Wha…?”

“He touched my penis,” Adam said, then rolled over and promptly fell asleep. I was struck momentarily dumb, then, I too rolled over to sleep thinking with vivid grogginess, “Did that really happen?”

In the morning, I asked him, “Did it REALLY happen?”

“Yes,” he said, matter-of-factly, puzzled, and disturbed.