Chinaman's Chance - Sex Stories

Chinaman's Chance

... for the curious. What is your news?" I didn't give Chen the full story on what happened for fear of upsetting him for real, only that I met Emma and did some work for her. She liked my work and wanted me back for a full shift the next day. I gave him the dollar I earned and thought he would be pleased. He frowned instead. He was upset anyway. "What's wrong?" "I am the husband," Chen said. "I should be the one earning for our household." "You know what, Chen," I responded. "I feel like smacking you right now." He looked surprised. "Why would you wish to smack me?" "Because you're not thinking right. We're a team now, equals as far as earning money is concerned, and we should be cheering each other on, not feeling down just because the other one scored first. It all goes in the same pot, right?" "You're right of course," my husband said. "I apologize for my wrong attitude." I couldn't blame Chen for his wrong attitude after hearing about his day. His search for work had been fruitless so far. When he returned home he was met by the landlord, who said that he found out Chen now had a roommate and the rent would be increased effective immediately. Then the suspected tong agents showed up. "How much does the landlord want?" "He wanted to double the rent to two dollars a week, but I talked him down to one and a half dollars." "Our landlord is a blood sucking bastard," I said. Chen agreed with me. We shredded up the chicken and ate it with our rice. I decided to track down a ...

... greengrocer soon. I was missing my fruits and vegetables. We talked through the evening. "What province are you from," Chen asked. "I was born in L.A." "L.A.? "L.A. -as in short for Los Angeles? Here in California?" "Ah, I have heard of Los Angeles. It's a small town south of here, isn't it?" "That's right," I answered and giggled. "It will soon become a huge metropolis much bigger than San Francisco." I launched into my version of history, or in Chen's case, events yet to happen. We talked about local future history this time including the great earthquake and fire which would destroy most of San Francisco in April, 1906. "If we live that long, let's make sure to be out of the city during that month, all right?" "I totally agree," I said. Gosh! We were doing some long term planning already with the earthquake being 24 years in the future. We'd be middle-aged by then. Suddenly I didn't want to talk anymore. "Let's go to bed." "Yes, you must be very tired," Chen said. "I wasn't thinking about sleeping," I replied. I think I wore out the poor man that night. "Does the saloon do anything special for St. Patrick's Day, Emma?" That was a week away and I was thinking about what I had learned in a marketing class while still in university. "We sell more drinks, but nothing special. Why?" "I was just thinking we would get a lot more customers on that day if we told everyone we were the place to be on St. Patrick's Day." "Honey, we are just one saloon in an area where there are hundreds," ...