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I once visited Cambodia in the year before going to college (not for sex tourism, my girlfriend at the time came along). The highlight of the trip was visiting the ancient ruins of Angkor Wat. A couple of days before we were due to leave, we got very drunk on this cheap local "whisky" and bought a cute baby monkey (macaque) at a market and took it back to our hotel.
We knew we couldn't bring little "Monpai" with us when we left so we spent most the the evening teasing and playing with him in the hotel bathtub. Monkeys have a weird reflex when they're scared, they grin and show their teeth which makes them look like they're smiling even if they're fucking terrified. After having fun with the monkey, we had sex and went to sleep. In the morning we knew we had to get rid of "Monpai" before housekeeping came because they would report us to management. While I was rinsing monkey shit off the bathtub, Girlfriend joked about flushing him down the toilet or throwing out the window but instead we left him in a big plant pot in a garden area behind the hotel. We said goodbye and checked out. I don't know what happened to him.
This was a few years ago and am no longer with the gf. I still miss you Lizzie.
