Singapore Heat

By Adam Mann

Have you ever been to the Lion City? Singapore is the dynamic jewel of the East, and has been for fifty years! The story is set in Singapore in the 1980s, when the young and dynamic country is still emerging towards social and economic independence. Six people, three men and three women, who live and work there, become involved in a series of meetings and/or their explicit sexual encounters over a four week period, between themselves, and other people from a wide ethnic range. Jealousy and violence enter the picture and the life of one character is lost, by accident, or taken.
The book is written in five chapters, with the first four chapters detailing the life style, work and experience of one or two of the six characters and their interaction with the other five people over a simultaneous time span of about four weeks. The final chapter ties together the results of the first four chapters. In one case romance unexpectedly follows, and those two persons can be regarded as the ‘happy ever after’ conclusion. One character dies, or is killed, which bring the six characters together in court. Three find themselves leaving Singapore, forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ButterflyBooks
• Release date: Sep 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310153143

Adam Mann

Adam Mann has lived and worked in Africa and then Asia for many years. He has always been fascinated by personal relationships, and in real life is now enjoying his fourth marriage, after being widowed, divorced, and even had a marriage annulled as this ‘wife’ had forgotten to get divorced.As a result he has extensive experience of social and sexual activities, which he brings into his books in explicit detail. Underlying all these activities is a quest for a loving and ongoing relationship with his partner.Adam Mann is a pen name.

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Butterfly Books

Singapore Heat – Love until Death!

by Adam Mann

ISBN 9781310153143

© Adam Mann, 2014

Adam Mann asserts his right as the author of this book

31,000 words

"A good storyteller is a person who has a good memory and

hopes other people haven’t." Irvin Shrewsbury Cobb.

Adam Mann has written eleven other romance novels, so please

see the last page of this book for more details.

This eBook has been revised in January 2021.

The Beginning

Roger eased his legs to restore the circulation as the flight touched down at Changi International Airport. It was a long flight from London, with only a short stopover in Dubai, and to make matters worse the 747 flight was crammed full of passengers. The elderly woman sitting next to Roger on the flight did not speak much English, which was Roger’s only language. Roger’s only option was to go to sleep.

The coach from the plane to the terminal was quick and efficient, and the airport staff kept apologising for the lack of the usual walkway, which they said was just being installed. Roger easily found the baggage carousel for his flight and collected his large suitcase quickly. He did not have a problem with immigration or customs, and found himself in the queue for airport taxis in less than one hour from landing. Roger was impressed. A taxi took him to the Mandarin Orchard Hotel where he would be staying for a few days until his apartment was organised. He checked in, took a shower, and decided to rest for a bit before venturing into the city. Travelling was hard work he reflected as he closed his eyes.

He found the office of the agency which specialised in accommodation for foreigners on the sixth floor of a tall office block. A very smart Chinese lady found the file that Roger’s office in London had initiated, and Roger was given a list of apartments to go to see.

Roger took the first flat he visited. It had a single large bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room with a kitchen annex. It had a large sliding door, and a veranda, overlooking the Singapore skyline from the tenth floor. It was fully furnished, even with bed linen and crockery and cutlery. The telephone had been installed and was working, but the name needed to be changed to Roger’s company. The rent was within the company’s limits, but not cheap, and Roger realised it would take a lot of work, on his part, to cover the cost of the rent alone. Roger decided to move from the Mandarin Orchard Hotel the next day, or as soon as the first payment for the rent had been received from London, and start work on the following Saturday.

Roger had never been to Singapore before and was looking forward to this new environment, for him. Back at the hotel he looked at himself in the mirror just after he had showered before going out to find a place to eat. He was now 36 and his blond hair was thinning a bit on top. He had put on a few pounds in the last few years and guessed his six foot frame was now about 190 pounds. He was hoping that the night life he had heard about would suit him. He selected a blue cotton shirt, but preferred moleskin trousers to jeans. He wore socks and lightweight suede shoes. He brushed his hair not bothering to hide the thinning on top.

The lift took him down to the ground floor, and he headed for the outside streets, having firstly secured a map of Singapore from the Reception desk. The Mandarin Orchard Hotel is fairly central in the city, but he headed towards the river area he had heard about from friends. He found Orchard Road and walked along towards the famous Raffles Hotel, looking into shops and restaurants as he walked. Everything looked busy and the restaurants were bustling with customers, but he kept on walking towards the river.

He found a bar full of friendly faces, mainly non-Singaporeans. The barman gave him a locally brewed lager beer, which he found to be a bit tasteless, but drank it looking around him. There were some tables, but many other people stood around in groups, drinking and talking together, and sometimes some groups roared with laughter as some joke was told. He was looking for a single man, like himself, to say hello to, but there were none. There were several single girls around, mainly Chinese, but he was more interested in finding some reliable local advice. He saw two men, about his age, talking together and walked across to where they were standing.

Good evening, said Roger, with a disarming grin on his face. The two men introduced themselves, and one asked,

Are you on holiday?

No, replied Roger and explained he had just arrived that morning to start a new job. Both men grinned and one man immediately ordered another drink for Roger, and recommended Heineken. Both men gave him their business cards, and after a few minutes more said goodnight, and left the bar together. Roger drank his beer and left the bar turning towards the river again. He found a small Italian restaurant, and went inside. It was not full, but this was still early for an Italian restaurant. He was not really hungry but hoped to meet the friends he had spoken to by telephone before catching his flight yesterday. He refused the carafe of wine that the waiter had placed on his table, and asked for a beer. He waited a bit before ordering his meal, and then asked simply for antipasti, which he ate slowly with the locally made hard bread served with the meal. The food was good and Roger regretted that he had not chosen the wine.

Roger took his time but the friends he hoped to meet never materialised. It was getting late when Roger stood up, paid the bill, and took with him one of the restaurant’s business cards. The Italian owner came to the door, smiling and saying please come back again....

Roger thought, It’s too far to walk back, and just then a cruising taxi stopped by him and took him back to the Mandarin Orchard Hotel. Roger took the lift up to his floor, went into his room, and went to bed. He went to sleep immediately with his body clock still on London time.

He woke early in the morning, and immediately thought about moving to his new apartment. He showered and shaved, and then packed his suitcase, or at least he put back the few clothes he had been wearing, and closed it. He began to think how he might organise his apartment to give him a working area in one corner, and then realised he would need a desk.

Breakfast was excellent, and he took his time as it was still early, and too early to move, yet. He went to Reception Desk and checked out, and then went up to his room to collect his papers, and for the bellhop to bring down his heavy luggage.

A taxi took Roger, and his luggage, to the new address. He carried everything upstairs, and started to unpack, stopping only to make a coffee. He piled the paperwork on the dining table, and went down to buy a desk which he planned to put in one corner.

The pretty Chinese girl in the office equipment shop sold him the desk he selected, and a swivel chair, and Roger was surprised it was not too expensive. He asked the girl in the shop to deliver it today, and rather hoped she would bring it up to his flat herself, as it was in boxes and had to be assembled.

In the afternoon he decided to walk round the area. He found a grocery shop on a side street easily, and made a few purchases. He walked round and found himself looking at a big building labelled Hawkers’ Market, and went inside to look. He also made a note of several bars, which were closed now, but would probably be open later. He went back to his flat to find that the new desk had been delivered, and assembled and left outside the door of his flat! He opened the door of his flat and realised the desk would just get through the door, when placed on one end.

He still had a day before he would start work, and about six in the evening he decided to go out for a drink and a meal. He went first to bar he had seen in the afternoon, but although it was open it was empty. He tried another which had one or two customers, and bought himself a drink. He talked to the other customers in the bar who told him to try the Hawkers’ Market for dinner that evening. He waited a bit, and had another drink.

He walked along to the Hawkers’ Market. It was now about eight at night and many of the regular customers had gone away. He quickly understood how to walk around looking at the food being offered by each stallholder. Most of the food was Chinese in origin, but there were also things like pancakes and sausages from a less Asian origin. He made his selections and told the stallholder which table he would be sitting at. He had chosen a table near