Don′t be afraid to show a little cleavage. Hold the line at one and a half inches, though—an excessive cleavage line is matronly. And besides, you don′t want the girls to look like they′re going to fall onto the table.That′s just cheap. —From The Little Book of Beauty Secrets by Mimi Morgan An hour later Jonathan and I were lying on top of the duvet that covered my bed. Fully clothed and not touching, we were stretched out like two dolls that had been placed next to each other. In halting sentences Jonathan began to reveal the story of how he′d met Gi. They′d met eight years earlier during a trip he′d made to China. She was working as a bar girl in Beijing. She′d escaped from North Korea, but she was being abused by the smugglers who′d brought her in. They were forcing her to work as a prostitute, Jonathan told me. ″For all practical purposes, Gi was working as a sex slave when I met her,″ Jonathan explained. Staring up at the popcorn ceiling of my bedroom, he continued.
