No Offence Taken

A kind of non sequitur this, although nothing had been said to the lass in passing. Merely as our eyes met she unexpectedly threw out, — That man has a big cock!

         Smiling, rising lilt in the voice like a girl (a real girl) much younger than herself might have made to mummy at a fairground. ("Willy" substituted perhaps.)
         An old Montenegrin would have deadpanned: — Jesam li te ja sto pitao? Did I ask anything of you?...
         Caught by surprise of course. An innocent, hapless victim of one knew not what. They didn’t do better on the stage; old-style vaudeville perhaps.
         One had to laugh. Twice it may have been and after an attempted stifling; which meant with the road noise the lass was unlikely to have heard.
         — My dear, do you suppose that is of any interest for myself? Englishman faking it….
         An odd kind of stud in this case too one must say, certainly to have raised such evident enthusiasm. In passing there had been a glimpse of an odd young chap loitering on the inner footpath. Almost certainly the woman meant the dork in the shorts, sandals and non-descript tee who looked a mite touched.

         Loose mouth, bent head and mussed hair. A couple of lasses had gathered close. Certainly fellow didn't look like he would have any money in his pocket. (Assuming the briefs were equipped.)
         Did these chromosomally conflicted ladies truly do favours for well-hung chappies, as some of the folklore suggested? The testosterone run wildly in that direction?

         Some men of course did find ridgey-didge textbook ladies rather dull and uninteresting by comparison with these spirited, high-strung gals. And it did seem to be the Indians in particular who had the knowledge. The Indian lads were always disproportionately represented along Wong Ah Fook there evenings, no shame about frankly admiring.
         Now, by making the remark, conveying her appreciation and relish, was the gal here attempting to insinuate herself in fact? self-promoting? That is, in addressing a white guy the lady hinting her anticipation of a certain likely parity and giving to understand there was delight ready to flow from that?

         Declaring such keen interest there was a definite inference to be deducted that could only run in the lady's favour touting for some business?
         Why in the heck otherwise would the woman offer such information? Purely a case of a lady’s enthusiasm bubbling over, the exclamation just happening fortuitously to be directed at your person passing at that juncture?

         These girls had a range of seductive come-ons, sneaky and adept. Genet of course had written startling prose on the subject.
         Not the prettiest on the street this lass, tall, stout and round-shouldered; she was forced to other strategies. Some were quite beautiful and naturally so: there would be no surgeries or expensive enhancement at this street-level in such a town. Thais or Filipino/as almost certainly. (The matter of trafficking only occurred later.) 

         A number of older veterans who did not enter the fray usually sat at the first table within the lane. One of the seniors, a Chinese still in good trim, spruiked for the youngsters.

         Another fixture at that place—wholly male in his case—always hovered nearby and dropped his eyes when observed. Living on the earnings.
         One could only thank the girls, smile and lightly break the hold on the arm. After a number of weeks now they were hardly putting out at all for the panama. The bright-eyed girl that night was new.