First meeting.... I sit waiting in the hotel room, dressed only in my shorts, with which I am vainly trying to hide a throbbing hard on. He hopes, he prays, he eagerly anticipates that maybe you will come. No promises, you said, but I told you I would be there, waiting and hoping that you will have the courage to act. Suddenly I am awoken from my reverie by a tap at the door. I hasten to it and open so that you can slip i...

Dear, dear Xiao-LiThis is one letter you will never read. Still, the story must be written down lest the memory, unexpectedly, should ever fade. I first met you, of course, when I married your aunt. You were 17, your sister Jing-fei, 19. She was the firstborn of the oldest child in the family, always a princess, spoiled by all. She was the effervescent one, always eager to please. You were the quiet one, holding something...