Melinda poured some French coffee for me and some tea for herself. She set out our breakfast of soup and banh pho and sat down beside me. I had already fed Tanya, who happily sat in her high chair, puzzled at why adults didn't like baby food.
"We have to talk about this, Paul."
When a woman begins a sentence with "We have to talk," that's the sign for a man to run as fast as possible and as far as I can. This time I knew the conversation wouldn't be a series of feminine trick questions. Melinda wanted to discuss Susan's latest letters, so I gave my humble opinion.
"I think that it's great Susan and Charles found each other but they have gotten themselves into a mess. They could be in deep doo-doo with the English, the Hong Kong Chinese and the Mainland Chinese. Did I leave anyone out?"
"That's just like a man to put the problems first. I think it's more important that my good friend is in love and Charles sounds like a prize. Not that I think I did badly marrying you, my love."
"I don't think I have my priorities wrong, Melinda. If they don't sort out their problems, there won't be any relationship. Charles could find himself in a dungeon in the Tower of London and Susan could spend the rest of her life sewing People's Liberation Army uniforms in a Hong Kong sweatshop. Maybe that's an exaggeration but they could spend the rest of their lives separated from each other by half a world if they aren't careful."
"What do you suggest then, oh man of the world? How would you get our friends out of this mess they have created for themselves"
"There are only three people and one object right now that can connect Charles and Susan in a patient/doctor relationship. The three dangerous people are Dr, Leung, Susan's receptionist and Charles concierge. The dangerous object is Charles' file, which contains Dr. Leung's referral and, quite likely, a good number of Susan's speculations about Charles' dick. The concièrge problem will take care of itself if the horrible little man, as Susan terms him, retires before they go public. Susan just has to avoid any more scenes in the lobby."
"I think that Susan should get rid of Ms. Yang. As a woman, I think I know her type. She probably resents working for another woman and is so catty that she would turn Susan in just to get back at an employer she secretly hates. There is also the possibility that she doesn't like Susan's clientele. Susan's patients are either a little crazy or completely nuts, after all. Susan has to get rid of Ms. Yang."
"OK, that leaves Dr. Leung. From what Susan says, he seems like a decent guy. Why can't she talk to him about their situation and get him on their side? After all, he's a man and he would know how important it was to Charles to have a dick in working order. I'm sure that he would understand why Susan had to take these, umh, extraordinary measures."
"No, Paul, you don't work in the medical field so you don't understand the dilemma that would put Dr. Leung in. As much as he respects Susan and even might be in sympathy with her 'technique,' he would be obliged to report to the medical authorities that she took advantage of the doctor/patient relationship with Charles. No, Dr. Leung is the troublesome one. I don't know what Susan can do about him. OK, clean up the kitchen while I put Tanya in her play pen."
As I cleaned up the kitchen, I thought about Susan's most recent letter. Last night, after I read Susan's letter, I had a boner that I thought would last a lifetime. I just wanted to tear off Melinda's clothes and screw her when she walked in the door. Fortunately for Melinda's clothing, I fell asleep before she came home. I wondered if Melinda had read the e-mail when she came home and whether Susan's graphic description of her sex life would have the same effect on Melinda as it had on me? I knew that Melinda was easily turned on by movies with some skin. Some of our best fucks had taken place after movies with an erotic scene.
As I found out to my horror once, Melinda also liked to read my erotica when I was away on a business trip. She said that she could get off just as if I was with her. I was pleased that Melinda's range extended to erotic literature and that she liked my style. Except for one time when she learned a little too much about the women in my life, I didn't mind Melinda reading my material, if it aroused her. Susan's first letter had certainly aroused Melinda with the result that we had reasonably good quickie. Now, I was hoping for something a little more involved as a result of Susan's second letter.
I was on my way to the room that served as an office when Melinda called me from the living room. Melinda was seductively sprawled on the sofa, her blouse opened enough to display a black brassiere and small, firm breasts that bulged out with each breath she took.
"Paul. I've been neglecting you since Tanya was born. I want to make it up to you and I want to do it now. Let's play on the couch the way we used to do when we were just starting our relationship"
I didn't think I was neglected. Melinda was the perfect career woman, wife and mother. She juggled a career and a family perfectly. Actually, juggling is not correct as, being Vietnamese, the family came first and the career came second for Melinda. Her hours were strange but she managed to give both Tanya and me all the attention we needed. There were a few weeks after the birth that I was cut off but, as soon as Melinda healed, she made quite sure that I wasn't starved for sex in any way.
If I wasn't sex starved, why would Melinda say that she hadn't taken good care of me? I was getting used to Melinda's approach to asking for sex. Vietnamese women are not as aggressive as white women when it comes to sex. They are basically just as horny as white women but culturally, they prefer to take an indirect approach to getting what they want. Melinda was saying, in her way, that she was horny from Susan's description of her sexual adventures. This was the approved Vietnamese method of saying that she wanted to get laid NOW. I had been waiting for this moment every minute since I read Susan's second letter. Even if Melinda wouldn't say it out loud, this was going to be one good fuck. My woodie of the previous evening showed up right on cue. I was ready for Vietnamese-style seduction.
I moved into position beside Melinda and she was on me like a tigress, thrusting her sweet tongue in and out of my mouth. I responded and we explored each other's mouth for a few minutes. I thought that if things worked the way I was hoping they would go, it would soon be my dick that would be exploring Melinda's dental work.
