Asian female Stories

The festival was finally winding down. The band was still playing somewhere behind you-- a slow, off-key love song drifting through the warm night air in the Philippines. Vendors were dousing their grills, and the smell of charcoal, grilled pork, and spilled beer hung over the little town like a blanket. My wife and I walked, hand in hand, toward the roadside, both of us a little unsteady from the Red Horse we'd been drin...