When I was 27 I lived with a Japanese corporate art broker who was 22 years my senior. We travelled, did business, alienated my friends and family and had the most sex I've ever had in my life. My mom hated her and talked **** about the "dragon lady", until one day my mom saw a good snap of my squeeze. All she subsequently asked and talked about was my girlfriend's expensive and striking cosmetics regimen and the mysterious bags of Chinese herbs she purchased every week from a small store in an Alley in Manhattan's Chinatown.