#117592 - I lay in bed remembering, not only Ming, but also the trauma of Duc and his wife, and I jumped out of bed to write a note: check Duc’s email. Perfect timing, as the bell rang and my meal arrived, a signature and tip later, a quick look to make sure no lurking friends waiting in the hallway, and smiling to myself, I closed the door, and sat down and enjoyed this treat of a rare hamburger – it was very enjoyable too! I finished and put my head back; a while later, I woke with a start, and a hardon staring up at me, and realized I had dozed off. “What’s wrong, Anh, “Ming turned her head around to ask “Didn’t Jin tell you what we had decided?” “Yes, she did, Ming, but that is exactly my point!” I attempted to speak strongly but not harshly; “Ming, Jen, you can’t just decide what to do with me without asking me – is that fair?” “Does that show respect for me, when what Jin said is ‘boys don’t show respect to you’?” “I am really flattered and honoured you have asked me to be your firs