About the Author

Thyssen Carlisle was born in Great Britain but travelled and

lived all over the globe.
He has lived a colourful life and lived like there was no
tomorrow.
He loved and lost and met lots of exciting characters on the
journey we call life.

To My Soulmate

Thyssen Carlisle

LUST IS A
FOUR LETTER WORD

Copyright Thyssen Carlisle (2015)

The right of Thyssen Carlisle to be identified as author of this
work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77
and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be
reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any
form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying,
recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the
publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to
this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil
claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British
Library.
ISBN 978 1 78455 272 5 (Paperback)
ISBN 978 1 78455 274 9 (Hardback)
www.austinmacauley.com.
First Published (2015)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
25 Canada Square
Canary Wharf
London.
E14 5LB

Printed and bound in Great Britain

With Thanks
Here is to the host of fascinating characters who have
coloured my life! To the Supermodels, Photographers,
Designers, Artists, Film Stars, Hollywood Producers, Pop
Icons. Princes and Prostitutes and to all the people I have
loved and lost on my journey through life and here is to
my Soulmate. Lets hope our paths will cross again
somewhere in time.

Before you turn the pages of this novel remember.

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU LOVE.

Contents
CHAPTER 1
Chloe Cambodia 1995
CHAPTER 2
Rogillio Rio de Janeiro
CHAPTER 3
Marisa Los Angeles
Chapter 4
Tyrese
CHAPTER 5
Bangkok, Thailand
CHAPTER 6
ROGILLIO
Chapter 7
Chloe
CHAPTER 8
Dusseldorf
CHAPTER 9
Chloe
CHAPTER 10
Thailand
CHAPTER 11
Marisa
CHAPTER 12
Bangkok
CHAPTER 13
Hollywood
CHAPTER 14
Pippa
Chapter 15
Romeo
Chapter 16
Thailand
Chapter 17
Supermodel

17
39
49
58
101
113
154
165
182
202
216
249
259
278
328
380
441

CHAPTER 1
Chloe Cambodia 1995

A shaft of morning light darted into the room through the

shutters, casting sinister shadows against the walls.
Paralyzed with fear the sixteen year old lay pinned to the
bed. The weight of the powerful beast on top of her fragile
frame prevented her from moving, she wanted to scream but
was too frightened to do so. She stared at the lace dress that
had been ripped from her body, the tiny pearl buttons
scattered across the polished teak floor. Frozen in time, tears
welled in her eyes as with one swift sweep the man
penetrated her, robbing her of her virginity. She would never
forget the smell of the whisky on his breath or the odour of
his sweating body as he pumped deeper and deeper into her
flesh. The bed creaked and her pale cheeks were wet with his
saliva as he drooled and stole his pleasure.
Suddenly the man screamed, his body shuddered and
within moments it was over. His body slumped on top of her,
later sighing he rolled over and within seconds fell into a
deep sleep snoring like a buffalo.
Nan was trembling so much she feared that he would
wake and attack her again, shaking she stepped out of the
carved bed and limped towards the bathroom, a trickle of
blood and sperm ran down her legs as she crawled into the

17

shower and stood for what seemed like an eternity under the
cold water hoping the cool flowing liquid would wash away
the pain that had overwhelmed her.
Wrapping a towel around her wet body she crept out of
the room past the sleeping guard in the corridor and through
the rooms of the large house.
She was pale skinned and extremely beautiful, her
parents had arranged the marriage and she had been forced to
wed this fifty-three year old criminal. She had been sold for
a pittance and her parents had not even turned up for the
ceremony. She had been married to this stranger in an
expensive lace dress only hours earlier, he was a cruel and
violent man whose only female companionship had been
with whores. Nan had been purchased by Chang to provide
him with an heir, he was a wealthy and powerful man and
her youth and extreme beauty had been the thing that had
drawn him to her. Her father had been working for him as a
gardener and as soon as Chang had seen Nan he had bid a
meagre price, her parents had accepted and from one day to
the next she had been married to this beast. After the
ceremony he had literally dragged her to the bedchamber,
ripped her dress off and raped her, it was her first experience
with sex and she had been startled and he had slapped her
and held his hand over her mouth when she tried to object,
not only had he robbed her of her maidenhood he had
damaged her soul. Arranged marriages were barbaric in her
opinion she had been sold like a piece of meat.
She wandered aimlessly through the rooms of the great
house that was to be her prison and she stumbled on the
kitchen. All the staff had been given the day off, they had
rejoiced at their masters wedding and everyone had seemed
to have enjoyed it except her.
Nan crept back to the master bedroom, the guard had
been drunk he was snoring and didnt rouse when she crept
past him. Nan held her breath and with one clean sweep cut
Changs throat from ear to ear, he made no sound but his
eyes opened and stared at her she dropped the mango knife

18

and watched the pillows turn red with his blood enjoying
watching the beast die.
Calmly she wandered through the house in the white
lace, bloodstained wedding dress till she found the servants
quarters. She plucked some jeans, a peasants shirt and
dressed as a boy, rolling up her hair she put on the baseball
cap and sunglasses and walked out of the stately home by the
servants entrance. She spotted a bicycle at the back entrance
and jumped on it.
Chickens were waking and morning light was breaking,
as she cycled as calmly as she could past the guards, staff
were arriving and the previous shift were going home, no
one batted an eyelid as she passed through the large gates.
She started to go faster on the bike, her heart was beating so
loud that she thought it would burst. Hopefully they
wouldnt disturb their master on his wedding night surely
they wouldnt dare to wake him before noon and this would
give her time to cross the border.
At the end of the clearing she dumped the bicycle in a
verge and headed for the main road. She had no money
except for the large gold chain, bracelet and diamond ring
that had been a wedding present from her husband.
There were dozens of lorries passing every hour at this
point all the trucks heading for Thailand passed along this
road. She had been lucky within minutes of hitching a lift, to
her surprise the driver thought that she was a boy. They
stopped at a garage and the driver went to use the toilet,
while he was gone Nan raked through his wallet and stole his
ID, card he was young and slim and she would try and use
his card to get over the border.
At the border she thanked him and went to join the
queue of people that passed over the border every day to sell
goods at the Thai market on the other side. It was busy and
the guard never batted an eyelid as he looked at ID card, she
went to join the entrance queue and repeated the
performance at the Thai immigration side, they warned her
she had to be back by six pm. The driver had no problem
19

getting through the border despite he had lost his ID card, the
guards knew him as he made he used the crossing on a
weekly basis.
This is just a suggestion.
Nan felt relief sweep over her as soon as she crossed the
border she had been responsible for slitting the throat of one
of Cambodias most corrupt criminals, a death warrant
would be out looking for her at this very moment and there
would be a fair price on her head.
Ironic that a man who had been surrounded by
bodyguards twenty-four hours a day and who had spent
millions on security, was wiped from this earth by his child
bride. She shivered thinking of his face as he lay there naked
with a red gash from ear to ear his eyes popping.
It had been so quick. Nan wished he had suffered more, she
knew one thing, she was glad that she had done it, she had
hated him and she would never be able to return to
Cambodia again she would start a new life here in Thailand.
She would sell the gold that should be enough for her to have
a good start. She would get a job work in a hotel or in a
restaurant. She would survive and whatever future fate dealt
her it would be better than an existence being held prisoner
at Changs mercy. She had been sold as a reproductive
machine for him to raise heirs for his criminal dynasty,
instead she had wiped out his dynasty with one clean swift
slash.
When the master of the house had not roused by three in
the afternoon his right hand man had knocked on the door of
the bedroom and opened it slowly, he shrieked at the sight of
his master lying on the bed, his face as white as the crisp
sheets. He was lying naked in a pool of blood a stray cat had
come in the window and was licking at the open wound flies
were hovering above his carcass. All hell was let loose at the
mansion, the guard outside his room was being beaten
almost to death by the other guards that were trying to glean
information out of him. The whole house was searched for
his bride they thought that perhaps she had been kidnapped
after Chang had been murdered, all suspicions were turned to
20

a rival drug cartel that had been threatening Chang no one

even thought that his new child bride would have been
responsible for his death.
Nan couldnt believe her eyes as she read a newspaper at
the market, Cambodian Underworld Boss Brutally
Murdered by Rival Cartel on Wedding Night - Child Bride
Held for Ransom, she laughed out loud as she read the
article three times and could hardly absorb it, days later there
was a follow-up article claiming that she had been murdered
too.
It was a relieving feeling to read her own obituary, she
could start afresh now, there was even a photo of her parents
in a magazine who had sold their story and they claimed
their daughter, the child bride, had been kidnapped and
murdered after being brutally raped.
They claimed that she had called them from the
kidnappers haven, it was unbelievable the only thing that
they had got right was that she had been raped, that was true,
she had been raped on her wedding night by her husband and
the black bruises on her body reminded her of that awful
night.
She had been smart enough to slit a gangsters throat and
get away with it and smart enough to escape without leaving
a trace of evidence but whether or not she would be
streetwise enough to survive living in Thailand was another
story. She had sold the bracelet for half the price that it was
worth and jumped on a bus to Pattaya. Shed heard that there
was a beach there and she had never seen the sea and the
first thing that she wanted to see was the sea. When she
reached the bus station she hopped on a motorbike taxi, he
took her to Jomtien Beach and laughed as he watched her
run into the sea fully clothed with shoes on, she loved the sea
instantly and decided that this would be the place that she
would settle. She sat under an umbrella on the beach till
seven pm at six thirty it was so beautiful when the sun
dipped into the horizon and the sky turned a million shades
of red, she walked along the waters edge.
21

The beach was filled with tourists and Thais drinking

cocktails, eating and lazing in the sunset.
Lovers walked hand in hand and children played
volleyball, this was the place to be, away from the rural
country, no mosquitoes, no snakes just sunshine and fun.
Selling the gold was easy, finding a room was not so
easy, she had wanted to find a room on the beach but the
prices were crazy and mainly rich foreigners lived there. She
opted for a room in the city near the market, it was basic but
had cold running water and electricity which was more than
her parents shack had, she would buy a mattress and some
towels and that would be enough. On every corner of the
street were vendors selling food and everything was cheap,
there were lots of young people here. Where there were
tourists there was money and it looked like the streets of
Pattaya were paved with gold.
Pattaya was a sleepy fishing village twenty years ago
now it was a bustling tourist destination with hundreds of
hotels, restaurants and clubs catering to every taste, in the
last two years development had gone crazy and
condominiums and hotels were springing up everywhere.
Here you could play twenty-four hours a day, nightclubs
seemed never to close and for most, life was one big party.
After settling into her room she went to the market to
buy clothes, she couldnt help but notice that women here
dressed differently than in the villages she was used to, they
wore make-up and wore sexy clothes that she had only ever
seen in magazines before.
The streets were full of pretty young women walking
hand in hand with foreign men and she couldnt help but
notice the abundance of beer bars with dozens of girls
hanging around shouting at the foreign men as they passed
by. Nan was too innocent to know what a whore was but not
so innocent to know that most of the women here were
looking for rich foreigners.
Most of the men were old and fat like Chang had been,
but often she would see young women walk hand in hand
with handsome men that looked like gods or movie stars.
22

She decided that one day she too would have a rich foreign
man, a blond Adonis like the ones in the western movies.
She realized that to attract such a man she would have to
look like the other girls in the city she would have to wear
make-up and high heeled shoes but she didnt know where to
begin. She had noticed a very glamorous neighbor who
usually came home around nine in the morning when Nan
was going to the market, she decided that next time she saw
her neighbor that she would ask her to help her with a top to
toe make over.
The next morning like clockwork she heard the click of
her neighbors high heeled shoes on the stairs. Nan popped
her head out and introduced herself, she was in awe of the
beauty of her neighbor who was tall and elegant and looked
stunning.
It came as a total shock when Candy, her neighbor
explained that he was actually a ladyboy. Nan was so green
that Candy had to fill in every detail and Nan looked
gobsmacked as she listened to her neighbor explaining about
all the surgery that he had gone through. At the end of the
sermon Nan didnt care, all she knew was she wanted to look
as sexy and elegant as Candy, they set a time to go shopping
for later in the afternoon as Candy slept by day and worked
by night. Nan was excited, Candy was going to organize
everything, a haircut, make-up and a shopping spree. Nan
couldnt wait, it would be a long day.
Candy worked as a showgirl at a nightclub near the
beach where she did three shows a night and received
handsome tips. She promised to take Nan to the club after
her make over. Candy had just finished the series of
operations that had transformed her into a woman, some of
the best surgeons specializing in transsexuals worked in
Thailand and patients came from all over the world entering
the country as a man and leaving as a woman.
Nan admired how hard it must have been for Candy.
Born a simple boy in the north of Thailand he had left home
at fifteen and worked as a male prostitute to save money for
23

the operation. Nan thought it sounded painful and it must

have been painful both physically and mentally. Like Nan,
Candy had no contact with her parents or family, she was an
outcast and had made a new life for herself in the crazy
seaside resort of Pattaya.
Nan knocked on her door and was shocked to see that
Candy actually looked quite plain without make-up, seeing
her like this she could imagine what she must have looked
like as a man. They went on a shopping spree to little
boutiques in side streets and back alleys that Nan would
never have discovered by herself. Candy forced her to try on
the skimpy, risqu items of clothing and at first she was
reluctant to try them but it was amazing how good she
looked in the sexy little dresses that her mentor had selected.
She was tall and looked much older than her sixteen years
and Candy screamed in disbelief when she told her new
friend that she was only sixteen, as to get into clubs you had
to be twenty. Candy promised that she would arrange a new
fake ID card for her within a week. After the shopping spree
they went to a little beauty salon in North Pattaya where
Candy gave her over to three cackling ladyboys who were
given the task of revamping the country Cambodian girl into
a temptress. The process seemed to take forever, a facial,
manicure, waxing, one cut her hair and set it in rollers while
another applied a mask of make-up after two hours of
prodding she was relieved to be told that she was finished.
The girls helped her into the skimpy skintight dress and
ridiculous high heels, all three laughing as she tried to
balance on the killer spike heels, they added large earrings
and dragged her into the next room so she could look at
herself in a mirror.
Until now she had no idea what she was going to look like
and as she gazed at her reflection she was amazed, she
looked stunning, just like one of the girls that you see in the
glossy foreign magazines even wearing trashy clothes she
looked classy, she possessed an inner grace. The ladyboys
stood staring at her, half proud of what they had achieved

24