Naked to the waist with his skin a rich tanned color, the broad-shouldered, thick-chested blond teenager straightened up from his yard work to look at Kye sitting on the rim of his wheel-barrow. He licked at his red, wormish lips with thick tongue, his small blue eyes narrowed in a doubting expression.

"You sure've got an awful lot of shit, Kye, for one little guy," he partially sneered. "How the hell old did you say you were?"

"Fourteen… almost fifteen!" the slender Vietnamese replied, surprised at his new friend's put down.

Olaf Jensen's sneer became a one-sided grin. "Well, I'm sixteen and almost seventeen, buddy, and if I'd laid just half the dolls you say you have I'd figure myself a real cock-hound."

"Cock-hound…? What is that, some sort of animal?" Kye innocently questioned.

"Yeah, human animal!" Olaf said, sniggeringly wondering if the scrawny fink actually thought he believed all the crap he'd been trying to hand out about fucking, pimping, and getting sucked-off everytime he turned around. "The way I see it, you Vietnamese must run around with your stiff cocks in your hands all the time so you don't wear out the flies of your pants!"

Kye thought about that, finally deciding his big friend was making a joke. Olaf was laughing, so he laughed with him. Then, he said: "No, it is not quite like that, Olaf, but I do not lie to you. In Saigon things are very different than her in La Berdina. There is always a girl ready to fuck or suck you, but usually for a price. It is the way she gets money to eat, or help take care of her family. There are always many Joes who pay well and because I use to bring them to my girls, Kim, Chen, and Lea, were very generous with me… especially when business was slow and they were high on yum-yum…"

"High on what?" the big boy interrupted.