Shame is a huge guilt factor in the Vietnamese community.But I digress, lets talk about something exciting, like my ideal funeral. I would want everyo...ne to wear re d Hawian shirts, Red for my favorite color. Hawaiian shirts because the love of my life would be so pissed off if my final requests was to make him wear a monkey suit. I can hear him bitching like an hour before my funeral about the missing button on the only white dress shirt he owned. Yes James was mighty proud of the fact that he. I grabbed my T-shirt and covered them. “No need to be shy around me, I am not a stranger.” I realized who it was, it was Mike. “What are you doing here?” I said, and sat up. He pointed at a fishing rod, he was holding in his left hand. “What does it look like?” “Oh, okay. How are you?” “Fine, but you need to get out of the sun.” “Why?” He lit a cigarette and pointed at me. “You look like a lobster, you are red.” I looked down at my body, but through my sunglasses my skin looked fine.. A few cities from where I lived there was a porn store which was one of the biggest in the area. I never really went in there but I saw the traffic going in and out. So my first time going in I saw the video section for the first time. I causally walked over and saw the list of dvd's on the wall but could hear the grunts, groans and moans of guys fooling around with each other. I was intrigued but nervous as a guy whispered to for me to come over so I walked back to the video section and. “Let me see, ah…”Like a Labrador ready to chase a tennis ball, Genevieve waited expectantly for her challenge. Diana’s interior monologue was as storm-tossed as the day’s weather, she rocked back and forth debating to ask what she wanted or what was appropriate to ask of a twenty-one-year-old employee. Rejection or worse threatened like a thunderhead but Diana focused instead on the voice inside her that proposed, “What if she wants me?” The thought of it was beautifully overwhelming. She took.