forget his meaning or this experience. Her reaction was coming; he could feel it. Her body was rigid beneath him. Charlotte had great pride, but she would give in. It was her female nature to yield, especially when a man showed his superior strength. This was inevitable, and Ken Jin was man enough to relish the moment.
Then she wrapped her legs around him, arched her back in her own sudden thrust, and exploded in a yin rush that made her scream a joyous whoop of victory.
* * *
July 16, 1881
To Wen Qui Xiu:
I thank you for your warning. The demon Ken Jin did indeed appear on my doorstep. As you urged, I cast him off. However, as he departed, my heart was most heavy. He did not seem at all demonlike, but quite a normal, resourceful boy. Is it possible that the demon who possessed your son has fled for a better victim? Would you like me to watch this boy? If nothing else, I could learn more about his demonic ways. And if the demon has left, Would you not wish the return of your son?
In hope.
Tigress Tan Shi Po
PS—I understand your husband is an acupuncturist. How fortunate for you! I wish my husband had such talent. Alas, we have spent our time in the study of plants. Though my skills are feeble, I do have a recipe to release the fog that clouds many elderly women's minds. Could you pass this on to your mother-in-law? It may help restore peace in your home. And please have her write me to tell if it is effective.
To honored Grandmother Wen Ai Men, Tigress sister,
I recently began using this recipe. The patient stays in my home so I can watch for any ailment or problems. So far, the tea has been most effective.
Sincerely,
Tigress Tan Shi Po
(Attached, a recipe labeled: To Ease Your Mind. In truth, it is a common potion known to all tigresses for the strengthening growth of young dragons.)
To treat Insomnia: Before retiring, take a leisurely walk, self-massage the body all over, and then massage the yung chuan acupoint, which is in the middle of the sole of the foot.
Tong Sing, the Chinese Book of Wisdom,
Dr. Charles Windridge
Chapter 4
Charlotte felt her legs go slack as the last of the ripples shivered through her. The sensation dissipated quickly, and if it weren't for Ken Jin's weight upon her, she would already be feeling chill. But he was here, and she found his presence a wonderful addition to the experience. "Now I know why Sophie says it's better with another person," she murmured as much to herself as to him.
"Your yin peaked!" he said, obviously stunned. "But I wasn't trying to... Few Tigresses even..." He swallowed. "How is this possible? How can you have such responsive yin?"
She blinked, trying to understand his words. She couldn't, of course, but she was feeling so lovely that she didn't really care. "Thank you, Ken Jin. But that wasn't what you were supposed to teach me, you know."
He reared back, then scrambled off her. Once on his feet, he clearly had no idea what to do except gape. "You are supposed to be ignorant!" he accused.
She pushed onto an elbow and frowned. "Is something the matter? This is what you expected to do this afternoon, isn't it? This is what you thought my 'lesson' would entail."
He didn't answer. His gaze leapt from her face to her belly and then back again. His mouth was open; then it shut; then it fell open again. So Charlotte sat fully upright. She fussed with her clothing, not because it needed straightening, but because she needed something to do with her hands.
"That was delightful, Ken Jin, truly. But..." She glanced up at his blanched face, then quickly down at her skirt. "It wasn't really what I came here to learn. As I was trying to say before, I want to understand about men's bodies. I already know all about mine."
"You do?" he squeaked. Then he took a breath and spoke in a steadier tone. "You understand what just happened?"
Charlotte sighed. "Do you truly believe that women in this city are so
Then she wrapped her legs around him, arched her back in her own sudden thrust, and exploded in a yin rush that made her scream a joyous whoop of victory.
* * *
July 16, 1881
To Wen Qui Xiu:
I thank you for your warning. The demon Ken Jin did indeed appear on my doorstep. As you urged, I cast him off. However, as he departed, my heart was most heavy. He did not seem at all demonlike, but quite a normal, resourceful boy. Is it possible that the demon who possessed your son has fled for a better victim? Would you like me to watch this boy? If nothing else, I could learn more about his demonic ways. And if the demon has left, Would you not wish the return of your son?
In hope.
Tigress Tan Shi Po
PS—I understand your husband is an acupuncturist. How fortunate for you! I wish my husband had such talent. Alas, we have spent our time in the study of plants. Though my skills are feeble, I do have a recipe to release the fog that clouds many elderly women's minds. Could you pass this on to your mother-in-law? It may help restore peace in your home. And please have her write me to tell if it is effective.
To honored Grandmother Wen Ai Men, Tigress sister,
I recently began using this recipe. The patient stays in my home so I can watch for any ailment or problems. So far, the tea has been most effective.
Sincerely,
Tigress Tan Shi Po
(Attached, a recipe labeled: To Ease Your Mind. In truth, it is a common potion known to all tigresses for the strengthening growth of young dragons.)
To treat Insomnia: Before retiring, take a leisurely walk, self-massage the body all over, and then massage the yung chuan acupoint, which is in the middle of the sole of the foot.
Tong Sing, the Chinese Book of Wisdom,
Dr. Charles Windridge
Chapter 4
Charlotte felt her legs go slack as the last of the ripples shivered through her. The sensation dissipated quickly, and if it weren't for Ken Jin's weight upon her, she would already be feeling chill. But he was here, and she found his presence a wonderful addition to the experience. "Now I know why Sophie says it's better with another person," she murmured as much to herself as to him.
"Your yin peaked!" he said, obviously stunned. "But I wasn't trying to... Few Tigresses even..." He swallowed. "How is this possible? How can you have such responsive yin?"
She blinked, trying to understand his words. She couldn't, of course, but she was feeling so lovely that she didn't really care. "Thank you, Ken Jin. But that wasn't what you were supposed to teach me, you know."
He reared back, then scrambled off her. Once on his feet, he clearly had no idea what to do except gape. "You are supposed to be ignorant!" he accused.
She pushed onto an elbow and frowned. "Is something the matter? This is what you expected to do this afternoon, isn't it? This is what you thought my 'lesson' would entail."
He didn't answer. His gaze leapt from her face to her belly and then back again. His mouth was open; then it shut; then it fell open again. So Charlotte sat fully upright. She fussed with her clothing, not because it needed straightening, but because she needed something to do with her hands.
"That was delightful, Ken Jin, truly. But..." She glanced up at his blanched face, then quickly down at her skirt. "It wasn't really what I came here to learn. As I was trying to say before, I want to understand about men's bodies. I already know all about mine."
"You do?" he squeaked. Then he took a breath and spoke in a steadier tone. "You understand what just happened?"
Charlotte sighed. "Do you truly believe that women in this city are so
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