When Life Gives You Lemons Make Her Drink Your Lemonade
I was 25 and she was 21. Her name was Han, which she told me was Vietnamese for faithful. She was 5' 1" and had a faultless and subtle beauty that reaffirmed itself in greater proportion every time I looked at her. She was also smart and had more refined tastes than really anyone that I been with before. For my part I was probably the least structured person that she'd ever been with and though she was already quite ready to walk through them, sexually I opened a lot of new doors for...