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“Look at them. Are they hot or what?”
    “Yeah, they’re hot.” I ordered another round for us as we watched the show. But we weren’t the only ones watching the dancing beauties. The whole bar was watching them.
    The music ended and the band took a break. To our surprise, both ladies started walking towards our table. Stupid me, glanced around behind us to see if anyone else was there. I must have looked like an idiot doing that, because our table was located in a corner.
    The two women swayed up to our table. The long-haired beauty stopped directly in front of me. I didn’t know what to say to her. I managed to utter, “Hello.” I thought, how dumb can I get? This chick had me acting like a high school kid.  
    Surprisingly, in broken but understandable English, she asked me, “Hello. We sit with you?”
    I was surprised because in Korea a woman approaching a man in a bar is not normal protocol. I jumped up and pulled out a chair for her, and so did Lee for her girlfriend. After sitting down, I asked, “What would you ladies like to drink?”
    They both ordered a Chivas Regal. While waiting for the drinks we exchanged names. Her name was Mi-young. In English it is pronounced ‘Me Young.’ Mi-young means eternally beautiful. She certainly had the correct name.
    The drinks came and we toasted to new friends. Her girlfriend didn’t speak English so Lee and her had their own conversation going, while we had ours, speaking in both English and Korean.
    I admit that I was smitten by her beauty and soft voice. I pulled out a pack of smokes and offered her one. She took two, struck a match, lit both cigarettes, and handed me one, after it had touched her full ruby red lips.
    She asked me, “You Mi Guk (American)?”
    “Yes. I am from the United States.”
    “I love America. What work you do?”
    “I’m in the Army.”
    “You, G.I. Joe.”
    “No, me G.I. Jack.” We both laughed and took a sip from our drinks.
    KY interrupted our conversation. “Jack, we’re going to my room. See you in the morning.”
    “Ok. See you later.”
    After some more small talk, the band came back and played a slow tune. We got up to dance. She floated in my arms and glided around like she was on skates. Holding her soft body, she rubbed tightly up against me, and I gently squeezed her.
    When the dance ended, I purchased a bottle of booze and some soda water to take with us. I asked her, “Chigum kalkkayo (Shall we go now)?”
    She softly replied, “Ne, kapshida (Yes, let’s go).”
    I didn’t say a word as she took hold of my hand when we left the bar, proceeding to my room. On the way out, I noted that there were a few men watching us, sitting near the door. They were eyeballing me for sure. I guessed they were sizing me up. I knew it upset them that a gorgeous Korean woman would leave with an ugly foreign devil. I had seen this look many times before. Some Korean men are resentful when they see foreigners with Korean women. They think they own the women, just because they are Korean. I can understand that since this is a monoethnic society, similar to that of Japan.
    Arriving at my room I unlocked the door, and went in first to check it out. I always check a hotel room when I first enter. Call me paranoid, but you never know who could be waiting for you. I found that out the hard way, one time. I got blindsided by a burglar, who had broken in. He bashed me in the head, knocking me out. I lost my money, credit cards, and passport, but I was still alive.
    After putting the booze on the table, I turned on the radio for some music. She poured us both a drink. We sat on the couch and I put my arm around her, pulling her in close. I could tell we had a connection that was going to evolve.
    Our lips touched and it was an electric feeling for me. It had been a long time since I had an intimate encounter with a woman. She put her hand on my neck and started to rub the nape. I could tell by her breathing Mi-young was getting aroused,