Back in France he could probably have laughed it off as a bit of horseplay that went too far, faults on both sides, lessons learned, etc. But not in the United States. Every time you try to have a little fun in that benighted country you get a vast army of meddlesome officials poking their long noses in, telling you where you can and can't smoke, and who you can and can't grope. Stand behind the yellow line, sir. I'm gonna need to see some ID, sir. Please put your pants back on, sir.
The French are always locking each other in hotel rooms and engaging in criminal sex acts. It's part of the laid-back Mediterranean lifestyle. But it was a serious error of judgement to try it in New York.
The wildest dreams of Kew are the facts of Khatmandhu(If anyone knows where Martaban is, please send me an email. It sounds like a right laugh.)
And the crimes of Clapham chaste in Martaban.
