Strolling barefoot up to Cindy's door, I am ready to doff my trench coat as soon as I am inside. Doing so, it becomes clear that I have on nothing more than a matador's half-jacket, and a toreador hat, once I have removed the coat and hung it up.

Seeing my hostess covered with stickers, I smile and inquire, "Do we have to leave the most strategic of those where they are for now, or I can I just take this one," and I pointed to the one covering her left nipple, "now?"

I have no pockets, so it's perfectly clear that I am very happy to at long last see Cindy Kim, whose stories I have so enjoyed.