Sarafina Deux
David silently accompanied me right through the airport. He left me at the door to the plane. I sat down in my seat in the nineteenth row at the window. Next to me were two Chinese men in their forties. Both gazed up and down at me as I passed them to reach my seat. As they sat one said to the other, "We need more American tourists. How much do you think I should offer this one for a fondle of her tits?" The second man laughed. Quite absently I said, "One hundred dollars," as I turned...