Recently I've been obsessing over a tall, slender, beautiful, brainy, sexy Korean. Not the one in this story, who is slightly shorter, not as beautiful, more painfully thin than slender, and without the mental spark that drives me crazy. But still, there are enough similarities to cause me to speculate, if not to lust so much for myself. She is clearly built for fucking, with that eternally bored look that communicates she'd go for anything and, I believe, I want to believe, that the guy who runs the deli with his wife where she works is indeed fucking her. Not in the deli. There's simply no room, and no place to hide, though certainly a quick stolen groping kiss in the back room would be possible. No, I'm picturing hot, sweaty, naked, multiple position, cursing at each other in a mixture of English and Korean, middle of the bed he shares with his wife, all-out athletic screwing on week-day mornings when his wife opens up the deli and the girl's not scheduled to show up until lunch anyway, the two of them eventually separately making their way into work. I want to believe because I know that there is no experience more deliciously nerve-wracking than spending your day around your wife with the girl you're secretly fucking.