It took several rounds of negotiations to finally settle on having the meeting in my basement. Paul had insisted on having it in his house, arguing that he did not want to burden anyone and that it was his distinct honor to host such a distinguished party. Kang, on her part, insisted that they have it in her house. "He wants the home court advantage and I won't give it to him," she explained to Harry. "He probably has his way of doing things, and that's all fine. But I don't play by other people's rules. I play by my rules."
Harry nodded and took notes in his little notebook. Stephen, Kang's husband, stood in the corner, sipping his coffee and nodding. Harry and I had gone to visit them in their home to discuss Paul and Carol with them. We had just finished dinner and were drinking our coffee.
"It's all about power, Harry," she said, sipping her coffee. "He has created a little empire around him where he can dominate men and women at will with his large penis and now his mission in life is to make sure he conquers as many people as he wants. I don't think we should make his next conquest that easy."
"He is a very nice man," Harry pleaded for his friend. "He is considerate and caring and loves women."
"He loves his cock and his low hanging balls, and his desires," Kang corrected him, "that's all. You said you have a tape?"
"Yes," Harry said, putting down his notebook.
"Play it," she ordered with a strong voice.
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I had been sitting quietly listening to Kang and Harry talk. Kang respected my silence and several times looked at me as she spoke. I nodded in encouragement and agreement. Everything that Kang was saying was making a lot of sense to me.
We showed her the video of Paul and Priya. She watched quietly, making no comments. She sipped her coffee and laughed a couple of times at Virkar's remarks. "What a fool!" she whispered under her breath and shook her head.
"Well," she said after the video was over, "he certainly wants to conquer and we need to make sure that we conquer him."
Harry asked her to elaborate, but she answered simply with: "You shall see what I mean when we meet on Saturday."
The following Saturday, at seven o'clock sharp, Paul and Carol rang our bell.
"That's white Americans for you," Harry said in Chinese, laughing. "On the dot!"
Harry hurriedly took them down to the basement, as if he were smuggling them in. A few minutes later, I followed them with a tray of hot Jasmine tea. Harry was pulling down the blinds and closing the curtains.
"Hello, Pat," Paul stood up and extended his hand shyly. I hadn't put the tray down, so I smiled and nodded at him. His arm stayed in the air for an uncomfortable few seconds, but he patiently kept it stretched out until I grabbed it.
"Thank you for hosting us," he said as he shook my hand.
"Thank you for visiting us," I said. I then bent down and kissed Carol on the cheeks.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Kang and Stephen. I went up and brought them down.
Kang was in full make-up and was wearing a tight skirt, black pantyhose, and thick-soled high heels. I would have thought that such a uniform would have been unbecoming of a woman in her late fifties, but she looked very attractive. Her husband was in a T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. We all shook hands, but Paul grabbed Kang's hand and gently kissed it.
"So, you are the American with the large cock," Kang started, picking up a cup of tea from the tray.
Paul laughed nervously and nodded.
"Is he a good husband?" she then turned to Carol.
"He is a perfect husband," Carol answered readily. "He is faithful, he brings back the bacon, he helps around the house, and is always there when I need him. I can't imagine a better husband."
"And you don't mind his fornications?" Kang asked brutally.
"'Fornication' is just a word," Carol said and shrugged her shoulders.
"So you want to fuck a Chinese woman," Kang turned to Paul, almost sneering.
Paul blanched and opened his eyes wide.
"No, not like that," Harry stammered a little. He hadn't expected that Kang would take such a hostile tack.
