obviously Chinese, sitting on the Lakers' bench in street clothes. He kept staring directly at me. I asked Henry who he was. After Houston got Yao Ming and he did so well, Henry explained, the Lakers went after the next best center in , who just happened to be a cousin of Yao 's named Wang Ming. He hadn't been signed yet, but the Lakers were close to completing a deal. Oh yeah, I thought, someone who is well over seven foot tall named Wang must have a really big penis. When the giant got up during the game and took a walk I followed him.

Wang Ming went up to the AT&T Broadband Internet Café and played some video games. When he went to the men's room I was right behind him. As he used the urinal I observed silently. I started to drool as soon as I saw how big his dick was. Then he noticed me.

"Uh…excuse me…uh…mister…I…uh…heard your name is Wang," I stuttered. "Sorry to interrupt like this but I couldn't help but notice that down on the court you stared at me."

"Why…uh…yes…I…uh…did…miss," he replied in fractured English. "Where did you get that ruffled tiger dress?"

"At a boutique in
Ghiradelli Square
. Do you really like it? Would you like me to take it off? I'm not wearing a bra, by the way."

"No, that…uh…won't be necessary, miss. But do they have that dress in very large sizes?"

"Oh fuck!" I screamed. "Not you, too! More than six hundred million males in and the first one I find is gay!" I stormed out, extremely upset. Henry asked me what was wrong when I returned to my seat. I started to sob uncontrollably. He put his arm around me compassionately.





The night before I was scheduled to fly back Henry and I had yet another wonderful dinner at his favorite French restaurant. We both ordered the lamb shank served with a bowl of couscous made with dates and almonds finished with lime juice and topped with shaved carrots. The tempura cheesecake was simply superb. By the time we left I had become quite giddy. One too many Bombay Sapphire's and tonic I suspect.

Returning to the room, I took the black dress trimmed in white lace off as Henry watched. Another one he bought me. Now I had five new expensive dresses. "Henry, why are you staring? You've seen me like this many times in my bra and panties. Do you like this strapless convertible bra? You bought it. And…"

"Annie?"

"Yes, Henry?"

"I have one last request before you leave tomorrow."

"Anything, Henry. What would you like?"

"I've seen you like this in your bra and panties, Annie. What would you say if I asked to see you naked?"

I smiled seductively. "You are a very bad boy, Henry. Make that a dirty old man. A very dear dirty old man." I reached behind me and undid my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders and onto the floor. Henry's eyes bulged out of the sockets and he started to pant like a dog. I began to slip my panties down very slowly to my knees. They fell the rest of the way off and I kicked them away.

"You are so beautiful, Annie. So very, very beautiful."

"Thank you, Henry. You are sweet. I know you can't do anything sexually. But this little strip tease is making me horny. It's been