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again.  Too messy.  And Yong had taken the towel.  I decided not to worry about it.  I found another breath mint in my pants pocket and lay back down.  I closed my eyes.  My flaccid penis was still swollen, almost numb, and my balls lay sprawled in drained contentment.
    Yong returned with a hot, wet towel and wiped me clean.  After she finished, I lay with my eyes closed, half wondering what she was doing, half thinking I should get dressed and leave.  Just as I was about to get up, she slid back into bed and snuggled up to me.  I hugged her and just relaxed, enjoying the sensation of having her lie there in my arms.  I almost immediately dozed off.
    I was just starting to dream when I was startled awake by a loud knock on the door and a brassy woman’s voice calling out in Korean.  Yong replied brusquely and then gave me a peck on the cheek.  “Time to go.”
    I dressed quickly, quietly, while she wiped between her legs with the wet towel and then donned my robe.  I thought about the money.  How much should I pay her?  $200 seemed to be the implied agreement.  But I had stayed for two hours.  Mostly because she had been so slow to get down to business.  But once she had…damn!  I thought about her situation and the money she needed to repay.  I discretely counted out $500 and folded the bills together.  It was almost all of the money I had left on me, but she had been worth every dollar.
    We embraced lightly, almost strangers again.  I kissed her on the forehead.  “Thank you.  You were magnificent.”  She said nothing.  I wondered what to do with the money.  She still hadn’t asked for it.  Just tucking it between her tits seemed crude and impersonal after the very warm and personal service she had given me.  For lack of a better idea, I said, “Here you go” and held the folded bills near her hand.
    She paused for an uncomfortable amount of time before taking the money.  When she finally did, she didn’t look at it.  She just crumpled it in her fist.  I was a bit frustrated.  I wanted her to know that I had given her much more than we had discussed.  I wanted her to know how much I appreciated the way she had treated me.
    But Yong never looked at the money.  She just tugged at the front of my shirt with her free hand as she stared at the floor.  “Can you come back tomorrow?”
    “Oh, yes.”  I already had been thinking about that.  I had to have her again while she still was fresh and untainted by her new profession.
    “What time you come?”
    I thought for a minute.  I had lots to do tomorrow evening.  “Oh, about ten o’clock,” I said.
    “Promise?”
    “Yes, I promise.”
    She squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes.  “You sure?  You promise to come ten tomorrow night?”
    “Oh, yes.  I’m sure.”
    “Ok.  See you tomorrow.”  She opened the door.
    I gave her a last, quick hug and started down the hallway.
    “Wait!” she called in a loud whisper.  I paused and looked back at her.  She gave me a sheepish grin.  “I forgot your name.”
* * * *
    It was nearly eleven when I returned the next night.  When I entered the reception area, I found Yong chatting with the same receptionist who had been there the night before.  The little dog trotted over to me, tail wagging.  Yong shot me a look and headed for the stairway.  The receptionist greeted me.  “Hello.  You come here before, yeah?”
    I nodded.
    “Oh! Last night!”  She glanced at Yong, who was just starting to climb the stairs.  The receptionist took my forty dollars and started to lead me toward the stairway.  Then she paused.  “Oh, same girl?”
    “Oh, yes.”  I winked at Yong, who was waiting at the top of the stairs.
    The receptionist smiled and motioned for me to follow Yong.  When I reached the top of the stairs, Yong took my hand and led me down the hallway to the same room.
    Inside the room, I tried to take her in my arms, hoping to recapture the previous night’s