He heard the car pull into the driveway, then the garage door slowly rattle open. He checked the clock. Midnight. Right on time.

He turned off the bedroom light, opened the window and hoisted himself out. Soon the light in the bedroom came back on, and he watched his wife strip down, urging her latest bar pick-up to do the same.

It was a steamy night in Dallas, and there was sweat dampening his black long-sleeved T-shirt as he reached into the front pocket for the little bottle of Visine. He grunted as he squeezed a few drops into each bloodshot orb. The blurry images inside the bedroom sharpened once again.

The curtains, a skeleton of bamboo slats overlaid with a web of lurid red silk, were slightly parted, giving him a view of the mattress on the floor, and his wife Eun-Ju and the guy she picked up. He was slim and tan,... Read More