"I was suborned by that dead carcass they just dragged away. I owed money so put on the show, giving some grace to the filthy matter. Absinthe did me ...n, I fear. I do apologize," he said to the girl, touching her arm. "Have you tasted wormwood?" he asked me.She pulled away, and I put my hand on her slim back, feeling her boned stays."Why would your guardian?" I began, but she raised her hand."He hates me, that's why. I wouldn't let him get in my bed. That's what he wants. He's done all the. My ... um, wife and a friend were checking a web site on the friend's smart phone. I just happened to be standing nearby."Choi regarded me icily for a few seconds. He spoke in Mandarin to one of the men who'd brought me here. He picked up a phone and disappeared behind the hidden door at the rear of his office. A good ten minutes later, he returned, taking a seat in his swivel chair once again."I've made some inquiries, Mr. Benson," declared Choi, "and I have no reason to doubt that you are. Female beauty is defined as it is for a reason. We are to be thin so that we occupy little space- it’s a sign of delicacy and submission. We are to be pretty, which means our faces should look youthful, sometimes even baby faced and innocently childlike, while men are valued for bold and matured features. Prettiness is the face of submission that evolution has granted females. It makes men want to use our fuckholes. It makes them feel it is their right to dominant and own us as though we are. And he’d been the biggest asshole to her… On the day he died, Natalie had called asking if he wanted to meet up that night. He knew he had some stupid concert thing to go to with his family but he could have blown it off for her. His parents would have understood. But all he could think of was how his mate, Tom Alcott, had been goading him, joking how Natalie had put out for her last two boyfriends after just a few weeks and yet she’d hardly even let Matt grope her. He thought things were.