I ran my hand through his strawberry-blonde hair, marveling at the texture of it. God, he looked like me. “What?” Brandon asked. “Don’t try to...sugarcoat what we’re about to do.” I whispered, staring intently into his eyes, “It’s wrong on so many levels, Brandon.” “Angela, if you-” “And that’s what makes it so fucking hot.” I gasped, pulling his face to mine, “Dearest brother, I want you to dump a hot load in my box. Let’s make retarded babies.” “Goddamn it, Angela.” Brandon groaned. “Someone. One day it would be known as a cheongsam. I buttoned it up the right side, luxuriating in the feel of the silk fabric. Silk had been exported to Europe for centuries but the quantities involved didn’t allow it to filter down to the masses, like me. I marveled at the sensual feel of the fabric. I ran my hands slowly over my body. I had planned to wander out into what remained of the night. Beijing was a tumultuous and exciting city and Ling was right, I had no trouble attracting companionship,. The dogs were getting closer. Jagger knew there was precious little time. Certainly not enough to hammer through the chain. There were more splashes. The other three had separated themselves and jumped.The old woman said something urgent in her language and rose to her feet. She started to walk along the embankment. Upriver. She paused to look back at Jagger and the almond girl once more, repeating the same phrase. Angry this time.The dogs would follow their scent here, but then follow the old. I knew something was going to happen I could just feel it, Locking the front doors on the Saturday, I left shutting up the sauna to the last minute, checking the changing room as normal but there was no one there, Looking around I couldn’t see Mike, my eyes darted around the room until they stopped dead, on the clothes peg there was his towel, he always took his towel in with him, turning I opened the door to the main sauna, seeing his outline through the glass door, “time to go Mike”.