I stood in the modest bedroom of the nondescript first-floor apartment near the garment district. The bathroom door opened, and a gorgeous mature Vietnamese woman emerged. Her name was Linh, and she was a stunning blend of Vietnamese and French ancestry. Linh wore an unbelted sheer black lace dressing gown, displaying her body's lush curves. She came over to me, smiling, and said, "Where you been, baby? I miss you." I could feel Linh's body heat, smell her delicate jasmine perfume. "I dream about you, baby. I dream about you and me." She placed her hand on my groin. "Oh, baby. You want me, don't you?" Linh giggled, then whispered in my ear. "Love me, baby. Love me tonight."