A smile creeps at the corner of my mouth as I watch my friend sat on a stool across the bar. There are 3 reasonably attractive Cambodian girls sat on stools around him. He casually rolls his conversation across all three of them. Occasionally adjusting his seat. Gently pushing there legs apart with his persusive knees. Legs interlocking like sexual jigsaw pieces. They comunicate in a langage that never needed words. Everybody understands what's going on. Everybody understands what's going to happen, but no one will say it out load.