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A couple of times, he’s brought by other forms of Chinese sex medicine, and he shows up with drugs that have names like Virecta.
The Chinese labelling was elegant but evasive: the pills were described as “health protection products” that “promoted development and power.” Inside the box, a sheet of instructions reminded me how sometimes the Chinese can be much more expressive when they use English badly:“Where did you get this? “From a man who died.” He told me that the man was elderly, and had lived down the street. He told me that the trash had also contained Egyptian sex pills and a large collection of pornographic magazines. I asked where the dead man used to work.“He was an ambassador.”I had been studying Arabic for less than a year, and Sayyid’s tone was so matter-of-fact that I asked him to repeat this. Sayyid asked for details about the Chinese medicine, and I did my best to translate the part about waiting twenty minutes before fucking make love.
After his death, his sons threw away the pills and other possessions. “Not good.”I asked what he meant by that.“Things like this”: he sketched with a finger in the air, and then he pointed below his belt. He was vague about what he intended to do with the drugs.
I was instructed to pay him whatever I believed to be fair, and if I pleased I could pay him nothing at all. Traffic is bad, and trains get cancelled; during the summer, it’s not unusual to have five electricity blackouts in a single day.
One year, we couldn’t buy bottled water for months, because the plant that produced the water somehow caught fire.
That evening, he arrived at eight o’clock sharp, dressed in his work clothes.
He’s not much taller than five feet, but his shoulders are broad and his legs are bowed from hauling weight.
My own field of expertise ranges from foreign things to sex products and alcohol.
If somebody throws away a half-finished bottle, Sayyid checks with me to see if it’s imported and thus might have resale value.
The first time I did this, in February of 2013, he led me to the top landing of the fire escape of a building on my street.“This is Madame Heba,” he said, grabbing a black plastic garbage bag and tossing it into a huge canvas basket perched atop his back, Quasimodo style. He gives me only five pounds a month.” He heaved two big bags.
He descended while engaging in a running commentary about residents, whose names I’ve changed. Mohammed,” he said, at the next landing, and then he climbed down another level. “He says he doesn’t have any money, but I see all the boxes and bags from the gifts that he gets. The landlord isn’t happy with her; there’s some kind of fight.
After that, Sayyid began stopping by regularly with questions.Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating