“Alright, Detective,” he says. “But I cannot go around calling you Detective Valerievna.”“Why not?” she asks as the look of confusion warp... her face.“Because it is simply too long,” he says. “I mean imagine me going around saying, ‘What do you think, Detective Valerievna?’ or ‘See what we have here, Detective Valerievna?’ It’s quite a bit to say.”“But that is my name,” the woman says, even more confused.“I know that,” Curtis says, his smirk morphing into a full smile. “Which is why, if you. "Found it, then?" No probs. Christ, it's freezing out there." Let me get you a coffee. Best coffee in London, this place-" Let me get it. I want to have a look round this place. Do you want anything?"He held up a half-full cup in answer, and she stood and turned towards what she took from the crowd of backs facing her to be the serving area. She joined what seemed to be the end of the queue, which extended the full length of the counter, its dark wooden length topped with a soft-edged cream top. She texted that she had planned to pay rent.That night I picked up the wife at work and asked if she had talked to her daughter about staying at the house, at first, she denied it and then tried to play it off like she didn't remember because of the beers she had. I voiced my displeasure and when we got home and after she changed, I told her to go in the kitchen and take her pants off. She did so reluctantly and bent over the back of a chair. I explained that I didn't believe her when she said. I have an Asian-American friend that writes erotica in her spare time, but she steers clear of this site because a few too many people and the way they write Asian characters makes her feel uncomfortable and unwelcome, the way they write about ‘slanted eyes’ and ‘yellow skin’ every chapter, and in some authors’ cases, every time they bring up Asian characters. I’m not gonna make a debate about stereotypes versus racism here, that’s a whole other essay entirely, but since it made my friend stop.