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 Like any group of married women, the ladies of Korean First Life Church in
Middleton, Illinois, found great joy is match-making.  That's why they were
itching to set up the latest addition to their congregation with an
available female.  The new member was named David, who was all the more
intriguing because he was one of few Americans who attended the church,
mainly attended by Korean immigrants.  David didn't know Korean, but he had
expressed interest in meeting and marrying a Korean woman.

   "I just love Koreans," he said, in a blunt and straightforward fashion
that works for some men.  "I am single and I have money.  I'll make her
happy."

   The women of the church went into a tizzy.  Shin-Hee, who usually
considered herself above such matters, found herself drawn into the hunt
for a woman for David.  To the women it was a game, really, with the stakes
not so high.  If they failed, David would still be single, at no real fault
of their own, and the hunt would continue.  If, on the other hand, they
found someone, they could always tell themselves they had something to do
with it.

   But as time went on the search was comically unsuccessful.  David was an
extraordinary-looking man and they were keeping high standards.  One
potential woman after another fell through.  One sounded good on the phone,
but then she showed up and was about 300 pounds.  Another wore a hat during
their first meeting -- to cover up the fact that she was about 20 years
older than David and was graying.  Another was perfect until she figured
out what was going on, and then announced that she had a fiance from South
America.

   The church ladies were starting to wonder if they'd ever meet success
when one Sunday a stranger came to church.  Her name was Mee-Young, and she
was stunning.  She walked in the side door unexpectedly, walking up the
aisle for all to see before taking her seat.  She walked in long, graceful
steps, and had full, lustrous hair halfway down her back.  Her slim, firm
legs revealed themselves through her skirt, and she had perfect,
symmetrical shoulders and a nice, proportional swell in her chest.  Her
face was a beautiful, unblemished triangle.  The church ladies looked at
each other and smiled excitedly.

   Of course, they didn't say anything beyond "hello" that first Sunday,
waiting to see if she would come back.  The next Sunday, however, sure
enough, she returned, and this time they asked her to sit with them after
the service.  She was an assistant professor at a local college,
independently wealthy, and, most importantly, single.  She was out of town
the following Sunday, so the married church women took the opportunity to
ask David what he thought of the new female.

   "Well," he said, with a smile, "she's beautiful!  I'd love to meet her,
but I'm a little shy.  Can someone introduce me?"

   The church women wholeheartedly agreed, but the following week Eunjee,
the wife of the minister and unofficial ringleader, called the church
ladies together for an emergency meeting after the service.

   "My husband and I were talking last night," Eunjee said.  "He said, 'I
don't pretend to know everything you talk about with your friends, but I
happen to know you are thinking about introducing David to Mee-Young. 
There is a complication.  Mee-Young gave the church $1,000 last week.'"

   The church ladies gasped.  The church was small, with about 50 members,
many of them low-income graduate students and the sort, and $1,000 was a
normal week in donations.

   "So," Eunjee continued, "my husband thinks it would be wise to let this
relationship happen on its own.  Don't force things.  We wouldn't want to
somehow offend her."

   The ladies glumly agreed.  For the next two months, Mee-Young kept
coming back, but at the end of each service she would leave abruptly,
giving David no chance to meet her.  As the weeks dragged by, and they got
to know Mee-Young better, the church ladies were changing their minds about
their hands-off attitude.

   "I don't know why we can't just introduce them," a woman named Soo-Young
said.  "It's not like we're doing anything offensive.  Poor Mee-Young is so
lonely.  She even told me so."

   "Isn't it possible she'd get offended if we DON'T introduce her to
David?" Shin-Hee said.  "She knows how much we talk to him.  And she has to
be interested.  He's got money, he's good looking, you name it."

   Eunjee was the last holdout, but finally she relented and endorsed the
idea.  Soo-Young, the most tactful with these kinds of things, was chosen
to approach Mee-Young.  After church the following Sunday the church ladies
watched as Soo-Young followed Mee-Young out the door.  She was gone for a
very long time.  When she came back, the post-service reception was almost
done.  She came at sat at their table.  Her face was pale.

   "What's wrong?" Shin-Hee said.  "What did she say?"

   Soo-Young sighed.  "We have a problem," she said.

   Everyone looked at her, holding their breath.

   "The stakes have risen," Soo-Young said.

   "Dammit, woman," said Imsook, one of the ladies, "what are you talking
about?"

   "I came up behind her and stopped her, and she was very kind and curious
until my intention became known," Soo-Young said.  "Then her face went
black and she began to yell at me."

   There were a few exclamations and Soo-Young sighed.  "She said how dare
we infringe on her privacy like this," she said.  "She said, 'Don't you
think I could meet a man if I wanted to?' When I said of course, that only
made her angrier, and she accused me of insulting her."

   Now there were gasps around the table.

   "What did you tell her?" Eunjee wailed.

   "Nothing offensive, if that's what you're implying!" Soo-Young said.  "I
just suggested she come to the church picnic, where she could meet some of
the members, including an American who has been coming to our church. 
That's when she figured it out, and she lost her mind.  But that's not all,
ladies!  The worst is yet to come!"

   More gasps.  Soo-Young closed her eyes and continued.

   "Forgive my language, but I have to say what happened next.  She
suddenly got calm and seemed to be thinking about something.  Then she very
coolly threatened to take back all the money she's given."

   Gasps again.  "Oh no!" Eunjee cried.  "She started giving $1,500 a week
last month!  My husband will kill me!"

   "What's more," Soo-Young said, "she threatened to sue us for violating
her privacy!  I told her that no judge would ever let her win -- my husband
took some law classes so I know this -- but she said it would still force
us to get a lawyer, she'd appeal all the decisions, and the cost would
destroy the church!  She threatened to destroy the church!"

   Shouts and gasps.  Other people around the room were looking curiously.

   "She's mad!" Someone hissed.  "We should have thrown her prissy little
ass out the moment she walked in!"

   "I'm not done," Soo-Young said, and the table quieted.  "She said there
may be an alternative."

   "She did?" Eunjee said, looking out from behind her hands.

   "Yes," Soo-Young said.  "She said she's very peculiar about men, which
is why she's still single.  There's a trait she wants and has yet to meet
any man who has it.  She said maybe we could help her.  She said if we
could find her the man she wanted, not only would she withdraw her lawsuit
and allow us to keep her donations, but she would increase her donations to
$2,000 a week!"

   Happy gasps and shouts.  "What is it?" Eunjee said.  "What does she want
in a man?"

   Soo-Young blushed.  Her voice dropped so much that everyone had to lean
forward.

   "Forgive me," Soo-Young said, "but Mee-Young told me she wants a man
with a 10-inch penis."

   "What?" Shin-Hee said.  "They're a myth!  No man is that well-hung! 
Does she want a horse?"

   There was an eruption of nervous laughs and whispers.  Soo-Young cleared
her throat.

   "She said she wants a man with...  that quality within three months, or
else she'll ruin the church," Soo-Young said.

   "That's insane!" Eunjee moaned.  "How can we...  does anyone know a man
like that?"

   "If I did, I'd be married to him, and not my husband!" someone said, and
there were more laughs.

   "She was very serious," Soo-Young said.  "I hardly find it worth
laughing about."

   The table fell into a din of whispers.

   "What about a black man?" Imsook said.  "Don't they all have large
penises?"

   Soo-Young raised a finger.  "She doesn't want a black man," she said. 
"She was specific about that.  She doesn't like their smell.  I tell you,
she is very peculiar."

   More whispers.  More ideas.

   "No Korean man has a 10-incher," said a woman named Soo-bin, who had
been around the block a few times.  The other ladies rolled their eyes.

   "White men?" Shin-Hee said.  "Do they?"

   "A few," said Soo-bin.  "Not all.  Not even half, and not even five
percent.  But some do."

   "How the hell do you know that?" Imsook said.  "Have you been with a
sufficient sample of white men to say such things?"

   Soo-bin stuck out her tongue.

   "Oh nevermind," Eunjee said.  "How do we find out if they do?  And which
one?"

   More whispers.  A few ideas were tossed around: Track down one of the
men from a porn video, create a fake dildo, search the Internet.  None of
the ideas seemed feasible.

   "What available white men do we know?" Eunjee said.

   "David," Shin-Hee said.  "To state the obvious."

   "How do we know if he has that big of a penis?" Eunjee said.  "We don't
want to just guess."

   "No, we don't," Soo-Young interjected.  "Mee-Young was very clear about
that.  If we sent her a man with anything less, she would destroy us."

   "Good grief," Imsook said.  "What is this?  Star Wars?  She can't do
that!"

   "She can," Eunjee said.  "I've heard of lawsuits destroying churches
before.  It happens all the time in Korea!"

   "A woman has held the church hostage over a penis before?" Shin-Hee
said, to laughs.

   "No, funny girl," Eunjee said.  "I mean ruin a church through silly
lawsuits.  It's entirely possible."

   They sat silently at the table, mulling through thoughts.

   "Maybe we should just ask him," Shin-Hee said.  "Ask David if he meets
her...  requirement."

   "Noooo," Eunjee said.  "He would be furious that we had the nerve!  And
he gives $100 per week!"

   "Maybe he won't be offended," Shin-Hee said.  "Men are different than
women."

   "He probably doesn't have a 10-inch penis anyway," Eunjee said.  "He'd
be more...  assertive if he did."

   "Probably he doesn't," Shin-Hee said, "but where else to start?  Who
else will be easier to ask?"

   The table was silent again as they mulled this over.

   "Alright," Eunjee said.  "What choice do we have?  Now, who's going to
ask him?"

   Silence.

   "Come on," Eunjee said.  "Who's brave enough?"

   "I think we should vote," Imsook said.  "I nominate Shin-Hee."

   "What???" Shin-Hee cried.

   "It's your idea.  You seem so insistent on asking," Imsook said.  "And
besides, you're the most attractive here.  Almost as stunning as
Mee-Young."

   "What does that matter?" Shin-Hee said.

   "He'll be more willing to talk to you," Imsook said.  "I've seen him
talk to you.  He's smitten with you.  Don't tell me you haven't seen it."

   "But I'm married," Shin-Hee said.

   "So?  You must still see it," Imsook said.  Shin-Hee rolled her eyes and
blushed a little.  The women at the table laughed.

   "Don't go TOO far in getting an answer to this question," Imsook said.
More laughter.  Shin-Hee laughed and mocked outrage.

   The next Sunday, at the intense pressure of the other women, Shin-Hee
watched David until he was alone for a moment -- he was getting food at the
table after the service -- and then she made her move.  Casting her fellow
conspirators a glance, she walked briskly to the table and started getting
food next to him.

   She had planned to simply describe their situation in full, in hopes
that by bringing him up to speed, he would share their understanding, and
the process would be easier.  But as David turned to her, and smiled
broadly -- she heard a snicker somewhere behind her from the table -- she
found herself smiling back, engaged in chitchat, and lost her resolve.

   "Uh, David," Shin-Hee said.  "I have a question."

   "Yes," he said, with a grin.

   "Excuse me?"

   "Yes, I'll go out with you," David said, with a laugh.  Shin-Hee gasped
and slapped his shoulder, with a laugh.

   "I'm married!" She said.

   "And I'm kidding," David said, unconvincingly.

   "But I do have a question," she said, and just then a couple teenagers
arrived at the table and started collecting food.

   "Perhaps it's better to ask by phone," she said.

   "Oh?  Oh, of course," David said, and scribbled down his cell phone
number on a napkin, handed it to her.  "I'm confused, but I'll answer any
question at all."

   "Any question?" Shin-Hee said.

   "Well, yes," David said, puzzled.

   "Okay, I'll call," Shin-Hee said, and turned away abruptly, and went
back and reported that she couldn't do it now.  The women groaned.

   "But I'll find out soon," she said.

   "You'd better," Eunjee said.  "Time is running out!"

   On the way home, Shin-Hee's husband, Kyung-Ho, turned to her and
squinted.

   "I saw you take a phone number from David," he said.  "Saw you laughing
with him.  What was going on?  What were you talking about?"

   "Oh, that," she said, with a wink.  "We were just setting up our next
date."

   "Hmph," Kyung-Ho said.  "I don't like those kind of jokes."

   Shin-Hee leaned over and kissed his cheek.  "Do you promise not to get
mad?"

   "How can I promise that?"

   "Promise."

   He sighed.  "Alright."

   "Okay, good," Shin-Hee said, and told him the entire story.  When she
was done, they were pulling into the driveway.  Kyung-Ho stopped the car
and looked at her, incredulous.

   "So you have to figure out how long David's cock is?" He said.  "Am I
getting this right?"

   Shin-Hee nodded meekly.  Kyung-Ho sighed and looked out the window,
stopped the car engine.

   "He'll get the wrong idea when you ask," Kyung-Ho said.  "I saw how he
looked at you.  He likes you."

   "Oh, Kyung-Ho," she said, and leaned over again.  They kissed.  "You're
the only one for me, remember?  Remember our wedding vows?  Remember how
well we get along?"

   "Yeah, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch men drool over you,"
he said.

   "You can drool over me if you'd like," she said in a sultry voice. 
Kyung-Ho fought it, then smiled.  They kissed again, deeper.  Later, in
bed, as they lay naked in each other's arms, he brought it up again.

   "One way to do it is get him to the pool," Kyung-Ho said.  "You won't
see much through the suit, but you'll at least know if he's generally
well-endowed and you should pursue the question, or if it's a lost cause."

   Shin-Hee propped herself up on her elbow.  "You don't mind me staring at
another man's crotch?"

   "Leave that to me," Kyung-Ho said.  "I'll go with you."

   "You'll figure it out?"

   "Don't worry.  Leave the tough jobs up to me," he said.

   "Oh, Kyung-Ho, I knew there was a reason I love you," Shin-Hee said, and
kissed him again, deeply, letting her hand drift down through the sheets to
his swelling rod.

   "I'm not 10 inches..." he said.

   "But you're plenty big enough," she reassured.  After they made love a
second time, he went up on an elbow.

   "I'll get dressed with him in the lockerroom and get dressed next to his
locker," he said.  "I'll come out with your answer."

   Shin-Hee agreed, and they fell asleep.  As they did, she thought about
how easily the problem had been solved.  And she felt a slight twinge of a
question pulling at her.  Why had she been so insistent on determining
David's penis length?  She felt guilt.  She quickly hugged her husband.

   The next day she called David.  He sounded pleased to hear from her, and
took a moment wherever he was to get in a quieter place to hear her better.
She felt flattered and giggled a little bit.

   "I hear you can swim," she said.

   "Well, yes," David said.  "I swam competitively in college.  Not exactly
an Olympian, but I was pretty good."

   "Well, I am starting to work out, and--"

   "You don't need to work out," he said.

   "Excuse me?"

   "You've got a dynamite body already."

   "David!"

   "I'm sorry.  I don't mean to sound--I was just saying--"

   "It's okay," she said, blushing and smiling into the phone.  "Thank you.
But I'd like to work out, and I've had trouble with my stroke in the past.
I was wondering if you could take a look and help me with it."

   "Of course," he said.

   "My husband will come too," Shin-Hee said.  "Is that okay?"

   "The more the merrier," David said.

   The following weekend she showed up at the outdoor city pool with her
husband.  They waited outside until David arrived, and then split up into
the lockerrooms.  When Shin-Hee came out she saw them standing near the lap
pool and walked over.  She wore her two-piece swimsuit and flip-flops,
towel over her shoulders, only partially covering her fair skin, and she
noticed how both men looked at her, each without realizing the other was
doing it.  She smiled and gave a little wave.

   David was wearing a baggy suit that revealed nothing.  As Kyung-Ho swam
laps in another lane, David got in Shin-Hee's lane to watch her stroke.  He
swam alongside her, watching her underwater as she stroked and kicked.  He
offered pointers, and she stole glances at his crotch as opportunities
presented themselves.  She didn't know if Kyung-Ho had determined anything
-- she figured he probably had -- but still she did as much detective work
as she could.  At some point she swung her hand around and brushed his
crotch by accident.  But she merely brushed her thight and still couldn't
tell anything.

   About a half hour into it she stopped to take a break.  Kyung-Ho was
doing kicks toward the opposite end of the pool, and David looked, saw him,
and stepped up to her in the water.  Her eyes widened as he drew in close.

   "Your stroke is perfect.  You didn't need me to give you pointers," he
said.  "Why did you want me here?"

   "I--I really wanted help," she said.

   "Why are you smiling?"

   "I'm not!" She said, smiling.

   He glanced toward Kyung-Ho, then drew up close to her.  "I'd love to get
to know you better," he said.

   "I'm...  married," Shin-Hee said, her head roaring.

   "Don't you think I know that?  But you're driving me wild.  Your body is
absolutely killing me.  I need to know you better," he said.  "Say yes."

   "I--I can't," she said.

   "You're curious about me," he said.  "You touched my penis."

   "It wasn't your penis!" She said.  "And it was an accident."

   "It was my penis, and it wasn't an accident," David said.

   As he spoke, he pulled himself up close to her, so at first she felt the
cloth of his billowing swimsuit on her bare thigh, then the solid muscles
of his stomach, and then she felt something beneath his suit.  Something
that made her let out a tiny, yet audible gasp.  It was big, pressing along
her thigh thickly.  David saw her put her hand to her lips, and he smiled.

   "Say yes.  Say you'll meet me somewhere," he repeated.  She glanced
toward Kyung-Ho.  He had stopped to rest but was looking the other way.  In
a moment he would be turning around-

   "Yes," she blurted, feeling a wave of excitement, then a wave of guilt.
.

   "Good," David said, and, with a satisfied grunt, pulled away from her,
and started swimming down to the other end of the pool.  Later, after they
said goodbye, Kyung-Ho looked over at her and sighed heavily.

   "I couldn't see anything of his penis," he said.  "He covered up well.
Like he was shy about his size or something.  Maybe he's not that large."

   Shin-Hee nodded.  "Maybe you'll have to ask him," she said, knowing he
never would.

   "Ask him?  Me?  No way," Kyung-Ho said.  "Surely there's got to be an
easier way.  Look in the personal ads.  Something."

   "Well, we have some time," Shin-Hee said.  "Let's rule out David before
we go wasting time elsewhere."

   Kyung-Ho looked at her.  "Why don't you just give up on him?"

   "Well, we know him better than anyone else," she said.  "Isn't this
easier to clear up with him than a stranger?"

   "Maybe a stranger is the best person to ask this kind of thing,"
Kyung-Ho countered.  When Shin-Hee said nothing, instead giving her silent
resistance, he scowled.

   "Why are you so insistent on David?" He said.

   She looked away.  "Because Mee-Young hopes it's David," she said.

   "She told you?"

   "No," Shin-Hee said.  "But I can tell.  Woman's intuition.  She doesn't
want some random stranger out of a personal ad.  The first thing we ask if
it's not David is why it isn't David.  And she'll want some proof that we
ruled him out."

   Kyung-Ho was silent for a moment.  "I don't know," he said.  "Much as I
trust a woman's intuition, I've got some intuition of my own.  And it tells
me there's something else going on here.  Is there?"

   She looked straight at him.  "Not at all."

   Later that night, to assuage her guilt, Shin-Hee got behind Kyung-Ho on
the couch and started massaging his back, just as he liked it, kneading his
hardened muscles with her thumbs until her hands cramped.  Soon they were
kissing heavily, stumbling into the bedroom, fumbling with clothes.  When
they were naked, Kyung-Ho suddenly stopped.

   "Tell me the story," he said.

   "Oh, Kyung-Ho, not now," she moaned, stroking his penis firmly.  "I want
you inside me now."

   "Tell me," he said.

   She looked at him, saw he wouldn't say no, and started to tell it.  As
she spoke, he mounted her and began to thrust his penis into her pussy.

   "When I was a girl," she began, "I was in a car accident.  They brought
me to the hospital...  unhhh...  and fixed me up as best they could, but
the doctor....  unnnnhh...  told my father that I would never have
children."

   The head of Kyung-Ho's cock penetrated.  "But your Daddy didn't accept
that, did he?" Kyung-Ho said.

   "No...UNNhhh....  He brought me to another surgeon who said he could
heal me.  I could walk again, he said, and I could have
babies...OOOHHhhhh...."

   Kyung-Ho was throwing his hips into hers.  "And you could make love..."
He moaned.

   "Oh, yeahhhh...." Shin-Hee said, thrusting her hips back into his, so
they made wet slaps against each other.  "I could DEFINITELY do THAT..."

   "But there's more..." Kyung-Ho said.

   "Yes, baby," Shin-Hee said, wrapping her legs around his ass.  "The
surgeon had to reconstruct my reproductive system--"

   "Your pussy?"

   "Yes--UNHHH!!" She moaned.  "So my womb was higher, which meant my
vagina was longer than most women..."

   "And?" His cock was fully burrowed in her vagina now, bobbing around.

   "Something hormonal happened too, so I constantly craved sex---oh baby
yes yes YES....  more than ever," she said.

   "So how did you SA-tisfy that?"

   She grabbed his ass with both hands.  "With whatever filled--OH!--it,"
she said.  "Cucumbers, bananas, later dildos..."

   "Men?"

   "They couldn't fill it," she said.

   "Until?"

   "Until ....  oh Kyung-Ho baby make love to that pussy ...  I agreed to
go out with a guy named Kyung-Ho from class...  and later found out that he
had a BIG, BIG, penis..."

   "How big?"

   "Seven inches," she moaned happily.  "Oh, baby, it fills me up..."

   They'd done this routine hundreds of times, and at this point Kyung-Ho
did as he usually did, going into wild full body gyrations on top of her,
sending his cock into a seizure of cum inside her vagina, ending in an
eruptive orgasm.  Every once in a while she came, too, but more often than
not it was an act.  On this night she pulled another Academy Award act,
wiped away his cum with a towel, and silently began to drift off to sleep.

   "Shin-Hee?" Kyung-Ho said.  She opened her eyes and looked over.

   "Do you think it'll work this time?" He said.

   "We'll just have to see."

   "We've been trying so long," he said.  "Do you think we can do it?"

   "I think so," she said.  "We just have to try extra hard with me."

   "I want a baby," he said.

   "Well," she said, "then think about getting that hard penis of yours as
deep in my vagina as you can.  That's the only way it'll work."

   She closed her eyes.  She could feel him looking at her.

   "Am I not big enough?" He said.

   She sighed.  "We've gone over this.  You're big enough to make me come,
but getting me pregnant is a different story.  It just takes more luck and
work with me.  Do you have a problem with that?"

   "No, not at all," he said.  "I just--I just hope you're willing to keep
trying."

   "I am," she said.  "Go to sleep."

   He was soon snoring.  She laid there for a minute and wiped away a few
tears.  Then she got up and walked downstairs.  She got a stepladder from
the closet and positioned it under the tiled ceiling in the laundry room.
She pushed up the third tile along the east wall, reached into the dark,
and came down with a long dildo.  She looked at it and sighed.  Eight
inches.  She laid down on the couch, thrust it a few times into her pussy,
and gave up unenthusiastically.  She laid there for a minute.  Then she got
up and went to the laundry room.

   Good, she thought.  They hadn't washed them yet.  She donned her
swimsuit, filling her nostrils with the smell of pool chlorine.  She went
back to the couch and grabbed the dildo.  This time her pussy was leaking
fluid in excitement, lubricating the pathway for the dildo as it pushed
into her cunt.

   "Oh yes," she murmured, almost inaudibly.  "You can call me, David... 
in fact, you can take me right here in the pool..."

   In a moment her hips were bucking wildly against her hand and the dildo.
This time it wasn't an act.

   A couple days, then a week passed.  Shin-Hee spent the days pacing
nervously, waiting for the phone to ring, checking her cell phone for
messages or missed calls every time she left it alone.  She rehearsed what
she'd say to David, but it wasn't easy given that she still wanted to know
his penis length, and yet her morals were telling her that she should not
be around this man when he was so attracted to her.

   When David finally called she was just getting out of the car.  She was
alone-- Kyung-Ho was at work.

   "You asked me to call," David said, first thing.  "And yet you're a
married woman.  Why did you ask me to call?"

   Shin-Hee looked around and ducked inside the house.  "It's complicated,"
she managed to say.

   "I suppose it would be," David said.

   "It's not what you think," Shin-Hee said.

   "What do I think?"

   "That I'm consenting to something...  adulterous," she said.

   "Why did touch my penis, and then say I could call you, then?" David
said.

   Shin-Hee sighed.  "Like I said, it's complicated," she said.  "Maybe we
better talk about this in person."

   "Is your husband coming again?" David said.

   Shin-Hee looked out the window.  "No," she said.

   "Good," he said.  "I have a feeling that this business needs to remain
between us."

   She ran her fingers over her neck.  "Yes," she said.  "That would be
better."

   The next Sunday, a few days later, Shin-Hee met privately with Eun-ju.
In order to fill her in on what was going on, Shin-Hee told her the whole
story, from the episode in the pool to David's phone call, and their
decision to have dinner together.  Eun-ju was a longtime friend and
confidant, and her eyes widened with the telling of the story.

   "Shin-Hee, you can't do this," Eun-ju said.  "You're married!"

   "We're not...  DOING anything," Shin-Hee said.  "We'll just meet, talk,
I'lll ask him the important question, and we'll be done."

   "He has different ideas," Eun-ju said.  "Don't you think it's going to
be a little more complicated than that?"

   "Of course," Shin-Hee said.  "But I have ways of getting out of those
situations.  I've been in them before."

   "Yes you have," Eun-ju said.  "But this is different."

   "How?"

   "You're 30."

   "So?"

   "Your biological clock is ticking."

   Shin-Hee scoffed.  "Don't I know it."

   "Let me point out the obvious," Eun-ju said.  "Kyung-Ho can't get you
pregnant because of your surgery.  You've told me you don't think anyone
could be big enough to do it after your surgery.  But if David's penis is
10 inches long--"

   "Whoah," Shin-Hee said, holding up a hand.

   "--and I know how much you want kids--"

   "But I don't want on the Jerry Springer show," Shin-Hee said.  "Kyung-Ho
and I have decided -- just so you know since you jump to these wild
conclusions if you don't have your nose in everyone's business -- that
we'll try to do it artificially."

   "Again," Eun-ju noted.

   "The second time, yes," Shin-Hee said.

   "Third."

   "Whatever."

   "Admit it," Eun-ju said.  "Kyung-Ho is not big enough and there's
something wrong with his sperm.  They can't swim or something."

   "No, they did the procedure wrong.  They--"

   "They did it three times," Eun-ju said.  "There's something wrong with
Kyung-Ho."

   "There is NOTHING wrong with my husband, woman--"

   "Except he can't give you a baby," Eun-ju said.

   Shin-Hee reached across and slapped her.  Eun-ju gasped and put her hand
to her face.  She got up to leave.

   "Is that how you deal with the truth?" Eun-ju said.  "You deny it?  Slap
it around?  I'm trying to save you from ruining your marriage.  You were
practically doing cartwheels to be the one assigned to ask David how big
his penis was."

   "That's a lie!"

   "You can't even see it," Eun-ju said.  "The maternal instinct is too
strong.  Ask yourself why you can't just come out and ask David the
question."

   "Isn't it obvious?  Who asks that kind of question?"

   "Is it so awkward that you'll risk cheating on your husband to find
out--"

   "It's not cheating!" Shin-Hee said.  "We're just going to meet for
dinner--"

   "And you will never ask him," Eun-ju said.  "You'll just keep circling
and circling, letting him draw you in closer and closer--"

   "You're crazy.  You're wrong."

   "--and you never WILL ask him.  The only proof you'll accept will come
when he puts that penis inside you--"

   Shin-Hee gasped and stormed out.  She flew up the stairs and out onto
the street.  She sat in the car for a long, long time, listening to the
church bells and music come wafting out the open doorway, and through the
stained glass.

   Two days later Shin-Hee put on some light makeup and a tiny spray of
perfume and told Kyung-Ho that she was going to have dinner with Eun-ju.

   "I thought you two had some kind of falling out," Kyung-Ho said.

   "That's why we're doing this," Shin-Hee said.  "To make up."

   She got in the car and drove across town.  A half hour later she pulled
into the parking lot of the Olive Garden, and went in.

   "I'm here to meet a David Harden," she told the hostess, who in turn
brought Shin-Hee to a quiet table for two in the corner.  There was David,
dressed up with a loose collar, his considerable muscles bulging out from
under his shirt.  He smiled when he saw Shin-Hee and pulled her seat out
for her.

   They exchanged chit-chat for a while, ordered their food, and continued
the chit-chat -- talking about politics, her family back in Korea, favorite
cars, etc.  -- until they were finished with the meal and shared a piece of
pie for dessert.  Finally David dabbed his mouth and looked over at her.

   "I'm glad we did this," he said.

   "You are?"

   "Sure," he said.  "I've been wanting to get to know you better."

   Something in the way he said it sent a little jolt down her spine. 
Shin-Hee smiled and looked away.  She heard herself saying: "I'm glad we
did this too."

   "Does Kyung-Ho know you're meeting me?" David said, cautiously.

   She looked away, brushed her hair back.  "No," she said.  "I thought it
best that he doesn't."

   David nodded.  "Can I ask you something?"

   "Of course."

   "Why did you meet me tonight?" David asked.

   She blushed and looked away.  "You're making me lose my elegance," she
said.

   "Not at all," David said.  "I think you're stunning.  Absolutely
stunning."

   "Oh, stop," she said, with a giggle.  "I couldn't get too dressed up.  I
didn't want to make Kyung-Ho suspicious."

   "Doesn't matter," David said.  "You could have come in pajamas and you
still would have been stunning."

   "Oh, stop."

   "I've noticed you ever since I arrived at the church," David said.

   "I noticed you, too."

   "Why?"

   "You were the only American!" She said, with a wicked smile.

   He smiled.  "Well, you weren't the only Korean, and I noticed you."

   His hand was creeping across the table toward hers.  Already their
calves were resting against each other's, behind the tablecloth.

   "Why did you notice me?" She said.  A small voice was screaming in
outrage in her head.  This isn't what you were supposed to do!  It said. 
You're supposed to ask him the penis question and get it over with!

   "You were wearing a dress that came above your knees," David said.  "A
little risque for church, but I loved it.  Kyung-Ho sat on the other side
of you so I could get a good look at your legs as you sat down.  You must
work out."

   "I do."

   "And then your face, Shin-Hee.  You're stunning.  What more can I say?
Now I get to know you more and I'm even more crazy about you."

   "I'm married."

   "I trust you've already resolved that issue in your mind.  Otherwise you
wouldn't be here."

   "You're misreading this situation," Shin-Hee said.

   David smiled.  "Oh, really?  What's going on here?"

   "I have a question for you."

   "Oh, yes, the question," he said, with a laugh.  "What is it, then? 
Let's clear this up right now."

   "Don't get upset."

   "I'm not!  Why would I be?"

   "I'm sorry," Shin-Hee said.  "I didn't mean to lead you on."

   "Well," he said, "let's take care of business, then.  Ask the question."


   She pursed her lips.  "I don't want the evening to end like this.  Can I
ask you in a little while?  Let's get on good terms.  It's very sensitive.
Now is the wrong time to ask."

   "OKay, fine," David said.  "What do you want to do?"

   "Wellll," she said, biting her lip.  "Let's go out and talk.  I feel
like people are listening to us now."

   He nodded.  "Okay, let's go," he said.  "Your car or mine?  I have a
Jag."

   "You have a Jaguar?" She said.  It was her dream to own a Jaguar.  He
smiled at her and led her out.  She giggled as he towed her along through
the tables.  They got into the parking lot and walked to his black Jaguar.
She got in the passenger seat and ran her hand over the leather seats.

   "Beautiful," she said.  Unbidden, David started the engine.  It purred
softly.

   "I've always loved Jaguars," she said.  "But I've never ridden in one!
This is great!"

   "You like that?" He said.  "You want to go for a ride?  You want to
drive it?"

   "You'd let me?" She squealed.

   "Of course."

   "Oh I'd love it!" She cried, and started getting out to come around to
the other side.  "Oh, but I can't...  Kyung-Ho is waiting..."

   "So turn off your cell phone," David said.  "And tell him you were
having a heart-to-heart with Eun-ju.  He knows what women are like.  How
they get with talking."

   Shin-Hee smiled and bit her lip mischievously.  She dug into her purse,
found her phone, and turned it off.

   "Good girl," David said.  "Now let's take this tiger for a spin."

   Shin-Hee let out a whoop and ran around.  David leaped over the stick
shift to the passenger side, and she got in.  In a moment they were on the
interstate, racing through the night.

   "This handles so much better than the Corolla," she said, and they
laughed together at the obvious statement.

   "Stop going the speed limit," David said.  "Step it up a bit."

   She laughed and pressed the accelerator.  Went up up 70.

   "Go a little faster," David said.  She laughed and pushed it to 75.

   "Don't be such a baby," he said.  She pushed it to 80.  Then 85.  They
were flashing past cars.  She reached 90.  She let out a whoop.

   "Uh-oh," David muttered.  "That was a cop going the other way."

   "Oh, shut up," she said.

   "No, I'm serious!" He said.  "You better take this exit."

   She glanced in her rearview and saw, in the distance, a set of flashing
red lights crossing the median onto her side.

   "Oh, shit," she said.  Without hitting the turn signal she veered off
onto the exit.  "Wow!" She cried as the car handled it expertly.

   "Left up here," David said, looking behind him.  "Hurry."

   She turned left off the exit and crossed back over the interstate, then
down a hill, onto a wooded road.  It wound and weaved through the forest,
the faded yellow solid lines unreeling before them.  David told her to take
a series of turns.

   "Alright," he said, finally.  "I think we lost him.  Good driving!"

   Shin-Hee let out another whoop.  "What a rush!" She cried.  "I can't
believe it!"

   "Think you could do that in the Corolla?" He said.

   She slapped his shoulder.  "Oh, stop making fun of my Corolla.  It's
reliable."

   "Like Kung-Ho?" David said.

   She caste him a lightly scolding look and kept driving.

   "Why don't you pull over here?" David said, pointing.  Shin-Hee took a
right off the road, went down a little drive, and stopped in a little dirt
circle.  She pulled over and let out a little gasp.  They were looking over
the reservoir from a high vantage point, surrounded by trees.  The moon
glimmered off the water.

   "This is one of my favorite spots," David said.  "Hardly anyone knows of
it.  They think it's just a wide shoulder, and don't know that the dropoff
is a road."

   "Wow," Shin-Hee said, and cut the engine.  They were quiet for a moment.
"It's so quiet out here."

   David reached down and flipped a switch, and music came on.  Soft stuff.
Shin-Hee didn't recognize it but she liked it.

   "So," he said.  "What's this question you've been avoiding for so long?"


   She sighed.  "I'm sorry for dragging it out so long."

   He shrugged.  "No bother to me.  I've had a good time while you're
building up the guts to get it out."

   She laughed.  "It's just so hard....  just so hard."

   "Spit it out," he said.

   She stammered over the first few words.  "I just don't know if I can,"
she said, finally.

   "I see now," he said.

   "You see what?"

   "This so-called question is just a ploy to get me out here," he said,
with a laugh.

   "No!" Shin-Hee said.  "We really, really have a question.  I just
can't-- maybe now isn't the best time, I don't want to give you the wrong
idea, maybe someone else--"

   "The only wrong idea I have," he said, "involves you and me."

   The way he said it stopped her talking cold.  She looked at him, found
herself giving him the signal with her eyes.  And then he was leaning
across the stick shift, his lips on her cheek, her ear.  She smelled his
cologne, was tickled by his lips, laughed, tilted her head, and his mouth
found her neck.  He grunted at the smell of her perfume and kissed along
her jawline, pulling her to him with his free hand.  She turned her head
and their mouths were on each other, their tongues dashing into each
other's mouth, a whole wave of hormones being released.

   "Oh no," she said, "I knew I should have never come out here..."

   "You don't sound so convincing," he said.  "I think you wanted to come
out here all along."

   "Mmmm," she said, and tilted her neck into his mouth.  As they kissed,
and one of her hands ran over his broad chest, another hand found the stick
shift, almost absently, and started stroking it.  After a moment David
chuckled.

   "Has my penis been on your mind?" he said.

   Shin-Hee mocked outrage, and soft-punched his chest.  "That thing wasn't
your penis, anyway."

   He gave a little shrug.  "You'd be surprised."

   She looked back at him, searching for the joke.  "There's no way,"
Shin-Hee said.  He only nodded.

   "I don't believe it," she said.

   "Calling me a liar?"

   "No, I just--no, I just can't believe it.  That was your thigh!"
Shin-Hee said, feeling her face go flush.

   "My dear," he said, "now you're putting my honor on the line.  I feel I
must...  prove myself."

   "I just can't believe it, can't believe it, can't believe it..." she
mumbled, her words drowned out as they started kissing, deeper.  Her fist
turned into a caressing hand.  It unbuttoned a button on his shirt and
slipped in, running along his bare chest and stomach.  In a moment his big
hand was on her chest, caressing her breasts.  She moaned lightly and
arched her back into him.

   Then his hands were at the edge of her shirt, pulling, and though she
could hear Eun-ju's warning, and her own conviction that it wouldn't come
to this, Shin-Hee complied, and her shirt was off.  David's mouth dropped
from hers to her chest, kissing her breasts through her bra.  She could
feel her nipples swell and strain against her bra, and she reached behind
and unhooked her bra, letting him pull it off her with his teeth.  Then his
mouth and tongue were on her bare breasts, taking her nipples full in the
mouth, her tiny little breasts disappearing.

   "David!" She gasped, her first time to say another man's name in sexual
ecstasy, other than Kyung-Ho.  A massive thrill went through her.

   "Oh, Shin-Hee," he said.  Her hand tore his shirt out from his pants,
and then his shirt was off, onto the floor, and they were fumbling behind
the steering wheel.  Her hand drifted down to his belt, then below, her
palm pressed against his crotch, feeling for it, feeling...  and then his
hand was slipping up her skirt, and she found herself spreading her legs
for him, noticing her legs were wet at her groin, and then his hand reached
her panties, slipped under them...

   "David!  Ohhhh DAvid!" She cried, as his fingers found her clitoris, wet
and erect.  As he massaged her, she fumbled with the fastening for her
skirt, hooking her thumbs around her panties, trying to pull them off...

   "Wait," David said.  "To the back seat." She paused at the implications,
then nodded vigorously.  She clamored out of her seat, and before she got
in the back she dropped her skirt and panties, so that she was naked in the
moonlight.  She opened the back door and climbed in, feeling the smooth
leather on her skin.  Then David's door opened and he came in, wearing
nothing but boxers, and he was on her, nibbling her ears, and she fell back
onto the seat, the wide seat...

   "It's spacious back here," she muttered.

   "Lots of space for lots of action," he said, leaning over her, and she
felt his bare chest rub against hers, and she spread her legs for him, so
he could settle his midsection on hers.

   "Ohhh David," she moaned, feeling his cock through his thin boxers.  She
ran her hands down his back, under his boxers, grabbed his hard ass.

   "Take it off," he said.

   "David," she said, as he wriggled free.  "We need to wear something...."


   He nodded, reached behind the seat, and grabbed a little wrapper.  Tore
it open quickly.  "You can put it on," he said.

   She held the tip.  "Where are you?"

   He guided her hand to his now-bare crotch.  She couldn't see it in the
dark, but suddenly she was holding an enormous, pulsing rod, hovering
between them.

   "What is this?" She said, disbelievingly.

   "It's me, baby," he said.

   "It's...  it's...  huge!"

   "Now do you believe?"

   "Oh, baby--David--I didn't--I didn't know..."

   "Think you can handle it?"

   "Oh, jeez, oh jeez, oh jeez, I don't know, I don't know..." she said,
her hands starting to shake.  She fumbled as she slipped the condom onto
his cock.  "Oh, David, oh, jeez, it can't be real, is it?  You better not
be pulling a joke..."

   He laughed.  "It's really me.  It's me."

   "Oh, God, slip it in me," she said.  "Let's try it, baby, let's try
it..."

   "We should probably be slow..."

   "No!" She said.  "I've had surgery.  My womb is here," she said,
pointing to a spot above her belly button.

   "Oh!  Oh, God," David said.  "I can put it all in you, baby, I can put
it all in you..."

   And then she realized that just as she had never found a man who could
fill her entirely, nor could he find a woman whose pussy would wrap
entirely around his massive cock.

   "Oh baby," she said, "we're made for each other..."

   "Let's get started," he said, new excitement in his voice.  "I never
thought I'd find a woman like you, oh, baby, my prayers are answered..."

   So she arched her back, with a mix of compassion and passion, and
grabbed his stiff penis and guided it home.  She felt him breach her, then
wrapped her legs around him as she felt his penis probe deeper and deeper.
It passed her pubic bone, then passed the little birthmark at the top of
her pubic hair, then between her hips, and then, impossibly, it was under
her belly, until, finally, she felt it stop just above her belly button. 
Then he began to rock his body into hers, pressing her into the soft
leather.  She cried out and clawed at his chest.  He cried out right back.

   "Ohhh Shin-Hee," he moaned.  "Baby, I've never felt this, never felt
this..."

   "Me neither, oh, God, me neither!" Shin-Hee cried.  "You're oh so deep,
so deep..."

   Their naked bodies ground into each other.  Finally Shin-Hee pushed him
away and said what they were both thinking.

   "Take it off," she said.

   "Take what off?" He said, confirming.

   "The condom," she said.  "Off.  I want it skin on skin."

   He withdrew his cock, grabbed the base of his cock, and pulled off the
condom.  As he slipped his cock back down her soaking cunt, they moaned in
happy unison, laughing happily with the new eruption of sensations.  He was
full in her, rocking into her hips, splitting her down the middle with his
rod.  She rocked her hips back into him.

   "Oh yeah," she moaned.  "Oh yeah yeah yeah!"

   "OhhhHHH Shin-Hee!" David cried.  "You're gonna make me come!"

   "Then come," she said, conspiratorily.

   "But I don't want to come out..."

   "Then don't," she said.

   "Wha--"

   "You heard me," she said, rubbing her hands up and down his arms,
feeling her back rub back and forth, back and forth on the seat.  "Come
inside me."

   "Really?..."

   "I want your baby," she moaned.  "Oh David baby don't you see we were
made for each other..."

   "Oh yes," he said.  "Oh, Shin-Hee, yes, I'm so lucky I found you..."

   "Fuck me til you come," she said.  "I want your baby, I want it, come
inside my pussy, come ON, David, come ON, come ON..."

   And David's thrusts were getting longer and harder, and he was emitting
a strange groan.  To keep him from changing his mind, she reached down and
grabbed his enormous balls, pulled so his cock slammed as deep into her
vagina as it could go.  She felt the head of his penis tighten somewhere
under her belly button, and then he cried out.  She felt what seemed a
flurry of wings deep inside her, and she cried out happily as she realized
that she was feeling his come, spurting all over inside her...

   "Oh David David David yes yes YES!..." she cried, her own orgasm
breaking all records, sending her body into savage convulsions.  She beat
at his chest with her fists wildly, squeezed him with her legs, tried to
squeeze the breath out of him.  He wrapped his hands around her throat to
make her submit, not choking her, just driving her down, and that mad
flurry of come kept going, kept going....

   Red lights.  She thought it was her orgasm, but then a light shone
through the window.  Startled, David pulled out.

   "Holy shit," came the voice of the policeman.  "That sucker is 10
inches."

   "Don't I know it," Shin-Hee said.

   Later, as they drove back, Shin-Hee tucked the ticket into her purse and
leaned her head on David's shoulder.  He was driving.  They were clothed
again.

   "So what was that question you wanted to ask me?" He said.

   "I wanted to know how long your cock was," she said.

   "Shit!  Why?"

   She explained.  "But Mee-Young wants an 11-inch cock," she said.

   "Eleven inches?" He said, incredulously.  "That's impossible."

   "I guess so," she said.  "So the church will go down."

   "You don't sound so concerned," he said.

   "I'm not," she said, reaching down and putting her hand on his crotch.
"I've got what I want."