Job of a Lifetime

I asked, ( Teach speak please? )( Can we please help you? ) ( Hear me? )

He kicked my belly, called me a smarty pants, slapped the back of my head, and snorted that english was easy.  The Americans taught him that.

Jim was next.

He grabbed Jim by the fringe and put the machete to my friend's throat, yelling, “ You! What you do? “

John was pleading with the men roughing her up and Jim was seething with anger, his eyes making it clear.

( I can rip every tooth from your head and fistfuck your mouth for this, ) Jim growled in clear and profound Vietnamese.

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