One Hundred and Eight Women

[No urban fantasy, no wild speculation, no mystery, no face-slapping. Don't read if that bothers you.] Wang Youcai stared for three seconds at the shoe sole gaping at him. He bent down, picked it up, and casually tossed it into a roadside trash can. “Damn it, even you couldn't hold out.” Barefoot on his left foot, he limped into the alley and walked into “Golden Basin Foot Massage City”…