Kathleen
Bonaparte, fondly known as Katie B, is an actress at a live theatre
downtown. She recently broke up with her long time boyfriend, and
started dating Yung Li. Li comes from a large family, with nearly a
dozen sisters. He has taken Katie to an art gallery opening that his
mother organized. When they get to the car afterward, his youngest
sister, Ling, is waiting for him.
Some Language Might Be Objectionable to Some Readers. If this describes you, don't read it.
Ling
was waiting by Li's car.
"Daddy
said I could ride with you. I think he wants you to have a chaperon."
"Well,
shucks, Babe," he said to me as he opened the door. "We
can't have a hot time in the back seat."
"As
if you'd get Katie back there in the first place," Ling replied,
climbing in back.
"She
has a point. I don't do back seat sex for anyone, sorry, Babe."
"Neither
do I," he admitted. "Now the hood...."
Ling
smacked the back of his head.
"No
hitting the driver once we're moving. I mean it!"
"Honestly,
bro, as if I would."
"I
may be the only boy, and viscously outnumbered, but I'm still your
older brother. And I'm the one in charge, here. Are we clear?"
"Yes!"
"Good.
I've never hit a woman in anger. Don't make me start."
"Ever
hit one not in anger?" I asked, raising a curious
eyebrow.
"Only
consensually. I believe there were handcuffs and safe words
involved."
"Yung
Li!" His little sister screeched, following with something very
shrill in Korean.
Li
laughed, correcting her pronunciation or grammar.
"Whatever,
you know what I'm saying."
"Yes,
but if you want to say it correctly," he nodded,
indicating that she should listen.
"Yes,
Sensei," she drawled. "You're so mean."
"I'm
your big brother, I'm supposed to be. So, what happened with that
guy?"
"Which
one?"
"The
one who wanted to get laid."
She
rolled her eyes. "Doesn't that describe every man on Earth?"
"The
dude with the purple hair hair and the piercings. Fang boy."
"Oh,
him! Well, obviously he got nowhere. I just did that to piss you
off."
Li's
turn to roll his eyes. "He had some interesting ink. But how he
walked through a metal detector without it exploding, I don't know.
Everything," he explained. "Eyebrows, lips, nose, cock."
"Oh,
he didn't!"
"Did
you see it?"
She
didn't reply, merely folded her arms across her chest.
"Cock,"
he repeated. "Thought he was all that cause he's studied Ton Fuk
Du or some shit. Thinks he's bad ass."
"Tae
Kwon Do," Ling clarified.
"Yeah,
that. I offered to bring him on my mat and teach him something and he
refused—loudly—one might say vociferously."
"One
might, if one had that word in ones vocabulary," Ling snapped.
"And he didn't do that because he was scared of you. He did that
because he was afraid he'd hurt you."
"Yeah,
that'll happen."
"You're
being mean," Ling said.
I
didn't say anything, but I gave him a look that said I agreed with
her.
"I'm
being a big brother, the only one you have, I might add. I love you
and I care about you and I know what guys are like. Especially ones
who sport a lot of ink and more metal than a gold mine."
"Are
you like that? You sport ink."
"I've
done my share of cruising for –tang," he said, pulling into a
parking spot. "Did I ever force anyone? No. Have I used every
persuasive tool at my disposal to convince her? Yeah, when I was
sixteen. Since then, I haven't had to." He got out of the car,
obviously angry. He opened her door to help her out. "You
remember one thing, Ling. A guy is ready to divest himself of his
virginity as soon as he has his first erection. He doesn't care what
vagina he uses for that purpose, understand? He wouldn't care if it
was you, the Queen of England or Hillary Clinton, he just wants vag.
Most of us grow beyond it, but some guys never lose that attitude.
Look for a guy who is interested in you as a person, not just cause
you're a hot Asian chick with the right equipment."
Ling
jumped out of the car, running to catch up with Clementine and Rex.
"That
was harsh, Li."
"She
needs to know that some men are predators. That kid was one of the
worst I've ever met. He likes virgins. For him, it's some sort of
contest. How many can he have before he dies. Before some girl's
brother kills him, more like."
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