First, an apology to all my Chinese friends (especially Warren and Kang) for my feeble attempt to imitate what we all laughingly call "Engrish." You'll understand when you get that far in the story.
Second, this story is dedicated to Iris N., who had no idea how "hot" she was. I was always amazed that she couldn't hear the hum of my raging hormones when I sat behind her in class.
I looked up the definition of "novel" on the internet and while I got conflicting definitions, this story is as close as I've ever been to novel length. As my fellow writers often say, some stories write themselves and you lose control of which direction they are going to take and how long it takes to get there. This is just such a story.