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 Subject: TETMD: Someone New - Brianna P3

   Story Codes: M/f

   Summary: Things start to heat up, with Brianna and in the business. 
Extreme news arrives.  The world turns upside down

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   The Evil That Men Do Brianna Part 3

   The World Turned Upside Down

   - Realizations

   I was just getting up to get a bite to eat when I heard a beautiful
sing-song voice call, "Miiiike ...  oooh ....  Miiiike ....  Would you come
over here?"

   This sounded good!  I walked to her door and replied, "I'm here, what do
you need?"

   I was putting my hand on the door knob when she replied, "Come on in ...
I've got something to show you."

   I entered the room and was met with a vision that took my breath away!
Brianna was leaning back against the dresser wearing a very tight light
blue tank top and some extremely tight, very high cut, denim-colored
shorts. Her legs were beautifully accentuated with her skin exposed almost
to her waist.  Her tank top was like a second skin, outlining her
delectable tits in perfect form.  She had a strawberry in her hand as she
held it to her mouth and ran her tongue over it.  To top things off, she
had put her hair up in double ponytails.  She was the vision of an
oversexed young girl.  I was hard almost immediately!

   I walked to her; she put the strawberry down and put her hands out to
keep me from getting close.  With a girlish giggle and smile, she asked,
"Do you like what you see?"

   "Oh My God!  Yes!  Of course I do!"

   "I thought you might." With her hands on my chest she guided me to the
edge of the bed and made me sit down.  She continued, "You just sit right
there mister, you said you like to watch ...  so, no touching!  You just
watch until I tell you otherwise." She was inches from my face while giving
me instructions.  She smelled wonderful!  As hard as it would be, I was
going to follow her instructions to a "T." I figured our trip to the day
care center was off.

   She stood and took a step back.  I could tell she was thinking about
something when she was gazing at me and, sure enough, she said, "No, this
isn't right, stand up and drop those shorts!  Yeah, that's right; now those
boxers as well, mister.  Good ...  hmmm, looks like you're starting to
enjoy this ...  now, just sit back and watch!" She turned and stepped to
the dresser.  The bowl of fruit was there; she picked up a grape, turned
her head to look back at me and very sensuously fed the grape to herself.
She repeated this with other grapes and strawberries.  She slowly bent over
more and more as she progressed, elevating her ass higher over her spread
legs until her very tight shorts were tighter than ever on her fine ass.

   I was rock hard by this time and reached for my dick to apply a few
strokes.  This didn't go over well at all!  She turned and stepped towards
me.  She gently slapped my hand from my dick and ordered, "There is to be
no touching.  I guess I wasn't clear.  That means no touching me, and no
touching yourself!  Understand?"

   All I could manage was a quiet, "Yes ma'am."

   Stepping back she replied, "That's better.  I want to see just how far I
can take you without any touching,"

   She kept facing me as she rested back against the dresser.  She placed
her hands on her waistband and feigned pulling her shorts down.  She kept a
devilishly sultry smile on her face as she alternated looking at my dick
and at her hands moving around her body.  She slid her hands up her flat
stomach and cupped her tits while wetting her lips with her tongue.  Her
hands caressed her tits and she asked, "You like these?  Sometimes I think
they're too small ...  but what the hell, I'm only fourteen, right?  They
should get bigger in a few years." She reached down for the bottom of her
shirt and began pulling it upward until it was bunched right under her
tits. She paused and slid her hands back down her body until her two index
fingers slid under the top of her shorts.  She leaned forward as she pushed
her fingers further, pulling her shorts down as far as they could go
without exposing her pussy.

   She stood and moved her fingers back to her ass under her shorts as she
turned away from me.  She spread her legs again and rose to the balls of
her feet as she slowly pushed the back of her shorts down far enough to
expose the top crack of her ass.  She dropped flat on her feet and then
proceeded to peel her shirt up and over her head while turned away from me.
She dropped her head sideways and undid one ponytail and then repeated the
process with the other one.  She arched her back as she ran her fingers
through her hair, fluffing it out after being freed from its binds.  She
bent down and flipped her hair to the front and then turned to me.  Her
hair flowed over her chest covering her perky little tits.

   "C'mon now, that's not fair!"

   She gave me a questioning look.

   "You said I could look; now you're covering up."

   She twisted a bit on one foot and shyly said, "You can see my hair,
can't you?  (She started running her fingers through her hair) I've worked
long and hard to keep it looking so good.  Don't you think it's beautiful?
(Before I could answer she stopped and pouted.) But that's not what you
meant, is it?  You don't care about my hair right now, do you?  You want to
see these, right?" She leaned back, shook her hair to her back and ran her
hands up to cup her tits.  She leaned forward pushing her tits out at me.
After a pause, she leaned back against the dresser and seriously played
with her tits and nipples for a minute or so.  She was very intent with her
manipulations and only looked up at me a couple of times.  Her breathing
was getting shorter and I could hear a couple of starts in her breathing.

   She stopped, looked me in the eyes, bent forward with her knees
together, slowly pushing her shorts down and off her legs.  Before I could
get a view, she turned sideways while keeping her legs together.  She
continued until she was again facing away from me.  Slowly, she spread her
legs while stepping back from the dresser and bending down further and
further.  Soon she was fully exposed to me from the backside.  Her legs
were spread and she arched her back enough to provide a beautiful view of
her spreading pussy.  She pushed harder and started moving her ass in a
sensuous, circular motion.  She looked back over her shoulder and asked,
"Mike, do you like what you see?  Do you want me to play with myself? ...
Mmmmm ...  Do you want to watch me play with myself?"

   I hadn't been saying anything at all and decided not to answer.  Slowly
her index finger appeared pushing back on her pussy, until it just about
reached her ass hole.  She rose on her toes as her finger made this
journey. She pulled her finger back with a slight hook and it temporarily
disappeared into her slit between her lips.  She started to masturbate
herself right in front of me!  I was about to lose it!  I was starting to
feel actual pain!  My dick was almost on the verge of exploding!  She
started to really moan as her finger dug itself further into her pussy and
as her ass began to reflexively quiver.

   "Mike!  I need you in me!"

   I jumped to my feet and began to reach for her waist when she ordered,
"No hands!!  Only your dick!  I only want you inside me!!  Quick, get it in
me!" She was reaching her pussy back, searching for my dick.  We met and,
before I could move.  She pushed back, capturing my dick.  I stood still;
she paused, and pushed again.  This time she let out a pained cry.  I
thrust as hard as I could and she yelled again as I slammed up against her
ass.  She came.  She fell flat on the top of the dresser as her backend
quivered hard on my dick, and she let out another pained yell.  I pulled
back and rammed her again, and again, and again.  She took me to the edge
with her `no touch' rules and now I was only able to touch her from the
inside.  I wanted to make the most of it!  The top of her head was bumping
against the mirror, her hands were fisted under her chin, and her yelling
became a girlie whine with pitch increases with every fucking thrust.

   I leaned forward, put my hands on the edge of the dresser, and finished
her off.  After two solid fucks, I came.  It hurt!  It hurt like hell and I
loved every fucking sensation of it!  My dick was throbbing and I could
feel the cum filling and then spilling out of her.  I stayed solidly in her
as deep as possible, for as long as possible.  Eventually, I went soft.  I
was lying on her back with my hands still on the edge of the dresser.

   She caught her breath, pushed up against me and we both stood.  She
reached for my hands and wrapped them around her.  We were done with the
rules.  I held her and tried to meld her in to my body.  As one, we moved
to the bed and lied down.  She turned to face me and we held each other
affectionately for a while.

   I softly said, "Brianna, I have never in my life felt anything like that
before.  What are you doing to me?  How do you do this to me?  My lord,
girl ...  who are you?"

   "Mike, we'll have time to share everything.  I don't know where that
came from.  I've never done anything like this before.  I thought I would
give you a little tease and then we would be together.  But then something
just happened!  I could feel you everywhere in my body and soul.  You were
totally inside me.  I can't explain it ...  I don't want to explain it."

   I leaned in close to kiss her and suddenly paused when I looked into
those eyes.  Brianna was a storm, she was a hurricane, and her eyes were
the calm, the calm I've been seeking.  I knew I shouldn't, I knew I was
playing with fire, but I had to say it, "Brianna, I love you."

   She jumped at me and kissed me like I've never been kissed before.  She
rolled me around the bed; arms, legs, tits, bodies, a dick, all entangling
and merging.  Once on top, she stopped, looked me in the face, and simply
said, "I love you too, Mike."

   I didn't have to leave for a few hours so we casually spent the rest of
the morning and early afternoon together.  We took a dip in the pool,
sunned on the deck, had lunch, and took a short ride on the boat.  This
time she took full command of the boat from castoff to docking.  I was the
mate, and a very willing mate at that.  Brianna helped me get my personal
items together and then I got my work gear together, without allowing her
to help.  We finished the day with a lingering shower and then made love
the way you're supposed to when you're leaving your new lover for a couple
of days.

   Everything went like clockwork.  My trip to Miami was uneventful I drove
past the Fernandez house and everything looked all set.  I drove around the
block to where I planned to park the Jeep.  I parked, and sat.  Seconds
turned to minutes, minutes became an hour.  Everything was set; there was
no problem getting into the house (the nerds always made sure any alarm
systems were properly neutralized,) the cover story was perfect, and the
fee was just waiting to be deposited.  I started the Jeep up and drove
away. By 3:00 AM I was enjoying my first sip of fine bourbon.  I felt good
about not following through.  One family was not going to be destroyed this
night.  My thoughts were on Brianna, having her with me; I could envision a
future that didn't involve the sex slave trade in American girls; or any
girls for that matter!

   I was back to the house the next day in time for dinner.  With perfect
timing, as always, Mrs.  D was leaving the house as I arrived.  We shared
genuine pleasantries and she commented, "You need to take positive notice
of her surprise for you."

   Glancing up from the parking area, I asked, "What's up?  What have the
two of you been up to?"

   "She's a delight, Mr.  M; she really wants to please and is a genuine
good person.  She a positive influence in anyone's life who comes into
contact with her.  She is very special."

   Mrs.  D gave me a smile and a wave as she started to walk back to the
cottage.  "Mrs.  D!  You're not to going to give me a clue about the
surprise?"

   "No ...  I think you'll like it though."

   I went up the stairs to the main room and she wasn't there.  I dropped
my case in the office and carried my gear into the bedroom.  Brianna was
sitting in the middle of the bed looking a little nervous.  I could tell
what she had done immediately.  I didn't say a thing.  I walked to either
side of the bed and checked out the new look.  I gave no hint of how I
felt. I reached a hand to her and said, "Come here, come give me a kiss."

   I cradled her face in my hands as we kissed our greeting.  My fingers
ran the full distance through her now partially shocking red/copper colored
hair.  It wasn't all red, and the red sort of bordered on a deep auburn. 
It was an amazing coloration.  I fucking loved it!  I circled her, running
my fingers through her hair.  Her hair had always fascinated me but now it
was a turn-on in its own right.

   I faced her and could no longer hold back my smile.  I pulled her hair
gently behind her head and gave her head a tilt.  I looked down at her and
said, "You do nothing but surprise and turn me on more and more every time
I see you!  How do you do it?!" I kissed her and released her hair but kept
my fingers deep within her tresses.  "I absolutely fucking love your hair!
...  I don't know what to say!"

   I could see the relief in her eyes and the happiness on her face.  This
time she pulled me into her for a kiss and damn if it wasn't hot!

   After a little cuddling and feeling up we separated and I completed
unpacking my gear.  Instead of Miami, I had told her I had been in
Pensacola and basically made the entire adventure sound like the most
boring thing in the world.  When I paused, she saw that as her opportunity
to tell me about her day.

   Brianna had completed her first day at the daycare center and couldn't
stop talking about it, before, during, or after dinner.  I loved seeing her
so happy and animated.  Finally, I did get a word in and we discussed the
following days' plans.  We would head to Orlando and catch the Martial Arts
tournament and spend the night.  I asked her if she wanted to go to any of
the theme parks and she replied, "I can't imagine why; some time, maybe, we
can map out a roller coaster adventure but I need to be back to get to the
day care center."

   My meeting with Thomas was scheduled for 2:00 PM the day we would get
back and I was happy she didn't want to spend extra time in that shithole
of a place.  Brianna and I arranged our schedules and had a quiet night
together.

   I made a point, when we were relaxing, to compliment her on hair again
but added that if she did things like that it should be because she wanted
to do them, not because I liked it or not.  I assured her that I would be
OK, even if she decided to shave her head.  Which, I thought to myself,
would be interesting.  I secretly hoped she would use some blue dye soon. I
realized I was really fucked.  We made love that night the way two lovers
are supposed to make love after being reunited after a couple of days
apart.

   - Tayler and Unexpected Connections

   The next day we headed to the tournament.  It was being held in a large
community center with a gym.  There were bleachers along one wall and the
floor was covered with upside down wrestling mats.  Brianna's eyes grew
wide as we entered.  She was so excited about being there!  It took her a
few minutes to locate her friend Tayler and, when she did, she almost
couldn't control herself.

   She grabbed my arm with both hands and squealed, "There she is!  There
she is!  You go find a place for us to sit and I'm going to go see her
right now!"

   She was off before I could say anything.  I watched her as she ran to
Tayler and called out her name.  Tayler was obviously overjoyed to see
Brianna and the two girls hugged and spun around.

   Brianna and I watched the matches and saw Tayler easily run through all
her opponents.  After each win, she would look over to Brianna and smile as
Brianna stood, applauded, and cheered her friend.  After her day was done,
Tayler came over to visit with us.  On her way to join us Brianna asked,
"Can we take her out for something to eat?  She drove herself here and only
has plans to just head home."

   I had no problem with that and replied, "Two beautiful women joining me
for dinner?  I can handle it!"

   Brianna smacked me on the arm and said, "Think you can?" As she stood to
greet Tayler, Brianna let her hand slide down between my legs and gave my
package a little squeeze.

   Brianna introduced me as her "Uncle" and I could tell Tayler didn't
believe a word of it.

   Brianna rode with Tayler to the chicken wing place with girls in the
skimpy outfits.  They had picked where they wanted to eat and I had no say
in the matter.  It became obvious, when they ordered, that they loved those
shitty, breaded, soaked-in-grease things that place calls wings.  I visibly
cringed when they placed their order.  I had a blackened grouper sandwich,
which was just barely passable.

   When the two girls weren't gossiping, they took great pleasure in
teasing me about the waitresses.  Thankfully, I could honestly say that the
majority of them did absolutely nothing for me.  The girls did notice when
a petite, raven haired, waitress first walked into our section and I turned
to watch as she walked by.  I was caught and they loved it!  Immediately
they both started to compare themselves to the waitress and decided that
they were much hotter than "the little slutty waitress." They then broke
into laughter at my expense.

   Brianna excused herself to the ladies room leaving me and Tayler alone
at the table.  I found Tayler to be very interesting; at one moment, she
looked as pretty as could be and, the next moment, she looked kind of
weird. Her face was angular; her nose was a bit too big and had a bit of a
bulb at the tip.  Her forehead seemed just a bit too high.  It's tough to
explain; everything individually was wrong; but, when brought together, it
worked!  She was a lot of fun and was built like she was ready for a go at
UFC or MMA.

   We chatted a bit about Brianna but I didn't want to talk about another
girl with this girl.  I was feeling some sort of vibe from her so I changed
topic.  I asked her about her MA workouts.

   She went through a litany of drills and exercises she worked on daily. I
commented that it sounded tough and something I would like to try sometime.


   She smiled at me, looked me up and down, and said, "Any time you want to
work out, just give me a call.  I think you might just survive."

   I handed her my phone and she quickly entered her contact information.

   Brianna returned to the table as we talked about working out.  Brianna
seamlessly joined our conversation.

   Everything was going fine when Brianna quietly asked Tayler if she had
seen anything of Hunter.  Tayler got real quiet and, without looking at
Brianna asked, "Didn't you hear?"

   Brianna sat up straighter, glanced at me, and then looked back to
Tayler, and said, "I've been going through hell for about six months, I
haven't heard anything.  What's up with Hunter?"

   My mind was racing; I knew there was a connection.  In a couple of
seconds I realized what was happening.  `Holy fucking shit ...  Hunter! 
Hunter and his dad!'

   Tayler quietly spoke, "He was just starting to take command of his class
here in Florida when something terrible happened between him and his dad."

   Brianna was visibly shook and asked, "Is he OK?  What happened?  Oh my
god!"

   Tayler continued, "There was a fight between them at home and somehow
Hunter pushed his dad down the stairs ...  the fall killed his dad."

   Brianna leaned into me, grabbed my arm while looking at Tayler, and
said, "No!  He loved his dad!  They were all each other had!" Brianna began
to shake and get emotional.

   Tayler continued, "They never found Hunter.  All the evidence points to
him having run away; his clothes and stuff were all gone.  No one knows for
sure what really happened.  I thought you knew and didn't want to talk
about it so I didn't say anything."

   Thankfully, the bill arrived and we decided it was a good time to go our
separate ways.  In the parking lot, the girls hugged and held on to each
other for a while.  They said their goodbyes and promised to get together
real soon.  I opened the door for Brianna and she got in the Jeep.  I
looked at Tayler and patted my pocket with the phone it.

   Tayler smiled and said, "Like I said, any time you want to work out,
give me a call."

   I smiled, reached for her hand and while softly shaking it, said, "I
most definitely will give you a call and I am looking forward to a good ...
workout."

   Tayler squeezed my hand, (Shit!  She was strong!) smiled, and said, "Me
too!" With that, she released me, turned away and headed to her car.

   I am the biggest asshole in the world.

   Brianna and I didn't talk too much on our way home.  She was still
digesting the news about her friend, Hunter.  I knew that I had created
this mess and when I glanced at my love, seeing her in pain, I couldn't
fucking believe what I felt!  Fucking guilt!  Something that I couldn't
remember feeling since I was a kid.

   Brianna was feeling better by the time we got home.  I suggested a dip
in the pool and we spent some nice quiet time together.  After I got out of
the pool, I sat and watched Brianna for fifteen minutes as she swam laps.
We made it back inside, showered and got ready for bed.  We sat on the
veranda for a while and Brianna told me everything about Hunter, I mean
everything!  Her stories were good and made her laugh.  By the time we made
it to bed, she was feeling a whole lot better.  We fell asleep in each
other's arms that night.

   The next morning, I woke and Brianna was still in bed with me.  I could
tell she was waiting for me to wake up and I had a sneaking suspicion she
had some sort of nefarious plan in mind.  I slipped on my boxers and made
my way to the bathroom.  When I returned she was on her knees, sitting back
on her heels in bed.  She had managed to change into a white tank top and
silky white panties.  Her copper hair was loose and flowing down.

   Her eyes were lightly closed and her face reflected the fact that her
right hand was inside her panties caressing her pussy.  Her left hand was
moving up and under her shirt, heading towards her left tit.  Suddenly, she
was hit with a body shiver; she rose slightly as her hand pushed further
under her, finding its intended target.  She settled back down and rose
again in a rhythmic ballet with her hand.  Brianna's eyes opened and she
gazed at me, lowering her eyes to my crotch.  She slowly fell, somewhat
sideways, landing on the pillow; her ass was raised and her face turned my
way, looking at me.  She wasn't smiling; but, instead was falling deeper
into her sensual explorations.

   Her hand was buried deep in her crotch, her ass raised and undulating.
Her knees were spread under her and her breathing was coming quicker in
time with her hand movements.

   At first I barely heard her; then, it became clearer, Brianna was
looking at me and saying, "Jerk it Mike, take it out and jerk it for me."

   I dropped my boxers and started to stroke my already hard dick.  She was
an erotic treasure; masturbating on the bed while watching me slowly stroke
my dick.  She grabbed a pillow and shoved it under herself and between her
legs as she started to climb to her climax.  I moved sideways a bit and
could see her fingers sliding over her pussy under her panties.  I swear
she began pushing her bottom towards me as I watched her.  Although her
eyes were half closed, I could tell she was watching me as I stroked my
dick.

   As I placed my fist around the head of my dick and made short, slow
strokes over the ridge of the head; she came.  She came with gusto and
enthusiasm!  I could see her toes curling and the muscles of her thighs
flexing and contracting.  Her back arched downward as her ass rose in the
air.  She had three good hard jerks followed by several smaller tremors.

   I stepped to the bed, peeled her panties off her ass, over her legs and
off her feet.  She rolled to her back and caught her breath.  Looking at me
she said, "Mike, Mike, how did you know?  How did you know that that would
do me?"

   I had no earthly idea what she was talking about.  She sensed my
confusion and said, "When you fuck me, when you make love to me, when
you're inside me, it all feels great.  It's just absolutely the best
feeling ever, but when it's in, it's the head of your dick, the ridge, that
drives me crazy.  I can feel it like ripples when it moves through me. 
It's just so awesome!  That's what I was thinking about and then you
started to stroke just the head of your dick!  You knew what I was
thinking, you knew what I needed!"

   I'm no fool, I said nothing.  I moved towards her as she reached for my
dick.  I placed a knee on the bed next to her as she sucked me into her
mouth.  I slid my hand under her shirt and played with her perky little
tits as she gave the head of my dick extra special attention with her
tongue.  Looking down her lithe body, her hips widened perfectly as her
legs were still spread and the pillow, between her legs, splayed out her
knees.  From my angle her pubic mound was very pronounced and her outer
lips were obviously open and inviting.

   I pulled away from her mouth and, lifted her leg over me as I moved
sideways down between her legs.  I ended up sitting back with her thighs
resting on my thighs.  I lifted her and pulled her closer while I raised my
dick to meet her pussy.  I was overcome with raw lust; primal passionate
desire coursed through me as my dick felt as if it was made of steel.

   I looked at her.  Her eyes were wide, her hair formed a halo around her
head, her chin was tucked, she forcefully said, "Fuck me Mike, fuck me
now!" She raised her ass, squirmed, then pushed toward me and said,
"Miiiike!  Now!  Fuck me!"

   With one thrust I was halfway inside her.  I pulled back and drove
myself fully inside her as quickly as I could.  I pushed harder and ground
into her until I knew I couldn't get any further.  She was so tight, so
hot, so silky smooth!  I felt a sense of being at home, being where I
belonged!  I looked her in the eyes and said, "Is that what you wanted?" As
I said "what" I was already pulling all the way back and then drove back in
when I said "wanted."

   She let out a yelp, and squealed, "Yesss!" as I was already pulling out.
She barely finished saying "yes" when I was driving back into her.  And
that set the scene for one hell of an intensive fuck!  I had my full weight
on her and drove into her with all I had!

   She had her legs spread wide, giving me plenty of room to maneuver my
dick into her hot, and clutching cunt.  I was oddly aware of the sensation
of the ridge of my dickhead as it pistoned its way back and forth in her
cunt.  At one point I stopped just before leaving her cunt and quickly made
many one inch strokes into her.  She jerked, spasmed, made a deep guttural
sound and came hard while driving her hips up into me.  She got off one
more time this way before deciding to take care of my own needs.

   I pulled her tight, slid myself fully into her and started with a slow
stroke, slowly building to the right pace.  I got on my elbows, brushed the
hair from her face and looked into her eyes as I fucked her deeply.  Her
mouth was slightly downturned as she hoarsely whispered to me, "Cum for me
Mike, I want you in me, I want your hot cum in me, Mike, give it to me!"

   My lower body began to burn as I could feel a white heat grow outward
from my genitals.  Instinctively, my pace quickened and I drove faster into
her.  She was with me all the way.  She was taking her pleasure from my
pleasure.  I understood that feeling.  Even at her young age she knew what
it was like to feel the pleasure of another and share it at a level only
the other person could understand.  I came deep inside her, I shuddered and
climaxed.  I could feel my spirit transfer from me to her.  She seemed to
calm down as I came inside her.  She glowed with joy and appeared genuinely
contented to be one with me at that point.

   Finished, I rolled off her and onto my back.  She rolled with me and we
remained locked in a full body embrace.  We were, in actuality, one.

   - Sometimes

   Brianna and I enjoyed a late breakfast and made plans for the rest of
the week.  Things were simple; I had some work, she had classes and the
daycare center, and we had each other.  Thomas, who I had yet to meet in
person, called to arrange our schedule for the afternoon.  He seemed like a
good enough guy on the phone.  He wanted to visit the selected property and
decided we would need at least three hours there.  Then he wanted to go get
some drinks and eventually, head over to Brendan's Steak House for dinner.
Brendan's was one of the most expensive restaurants in the country and that
meant breaking out the good suit for the day's activities.  God was I
thankful for Mrs.  D at times like these!  I knew it was freshly cleaned
and perfectly pressed.

   Thomas also asked about a place called "Little Nguyen's." I hadn't been
there but I knew all about it.  It was one of Jack's places.  Out front it
had skimpily dressed Asian girls serving mediocre food; but, in the back it
was a no-holds-barred nude club and quickie joint.  It was pricey and
clean. Jack's work was rather varied.  He oversaw my operations on the
export end, operated the drug and girl imports, and also ran a network of
small restaurants, dry cleaners, strip clubs, and whore houses throughout
the southeast.

   The girl who took your eggroll or pizza order in Orlando on Monday might
be sucking your dick under a table at a strip club in Atlanta on Wednesday.
The older lady pressing your cleaning could also be running a halfway house
for girls who just entered the country.  One of his newer ideas was to
establish a string of mobile maids for when the girls started to get too
old for the business.

   Thomas was assured a good time at Little Nguyen's.  All together the day
sounded pretty good and I was already feeling pretty damned good, so all
was good (as you could probably tell through my extensive use of the word,
"good")!

   I had a message from Jack that I should expect another "order" to be
placed in the next twenty-four hours and I needed to be ready to move on it
as quickly as possible.  I had another message from the West coast
inquiring about a special order not delivered yet.

   Brianna was involved with her schoolwork as I started to get ready for
the day.  After showering and getting half dressed, I went to her room and
relaxed on her bed as she finished an assignment.  Once done she turned her
chair my way and rested her feet on the edge of the bed.  I told her about
the day's plan and how I would likely be gone for a couple days pretty
soon. Her eyes lit up when I told her about having to dress up and she
didn't appear too happy when I told her I would be going to a "girlie" club
with the guy who was in town.

   She came forward and crawled across the bed to join me.  I was sitting
up with pillows propped behind me and she sat on my thighs leaning forward
with her knees on either side of my legs.  She leaned forward and we
kissed.

   She sat back up and said, "OK, go to your girlie club.  Have some fun,
but no funny stuff!  You understand?!"

   I tried to look confused and said, "I'm not sure what you mean ...  what
counts as funny stuff?"

   She sucked in her lips a bit, glanced down, and placed a hand right on
my crotch and replied, "Let me put it this way, you keep this guy in your
shorts, OK?  (Wrapping her fingers along my hardening dick, she continued)
This is mine, all ...  mine.  I'm not sharing it with some skanky whore at
a shithole of a strip club, understand?  I understand about guys and porn.
You go and have fun then come home to me and I'll make sure you're happier
than any whore dog could make you."

   I pulled her into me as I slid down on the bed and held her close.  I
said, "You got it babe, I wasn't going to do anything anyway but I'll hold
you to your promise!" We laid together for a while.  I couldn't help
myself; I spent most of the time caressing her perfect ass with my right
hand!

   She looked at me and asked, "So, who is the big shot?"

   "Some guy from Seattle named Donahue, very important with the school." I
could see the look on her face change.  It wasn't a bad look either.

   "Mike, Thomas is a wonderful man!  He is the one who first came to my
aid.  Listen closely to him.  He understands things that no one else even
knew were there."

   I raised an eyebrow, I didn't follow her.

   She answered me as if she read my mind.  "Don't over think him and what
he can do.  Just understand, He is a great man!"

   I left to meet Thomas and at the same time Mrs.  D took Brianna to the
daycare center.  Those two were going to meet up later, get some dinner and
do some shopping.  I told Mrs.  D that she should have Brianna pick out a
nice formal evening dress when they went shopping.  I wanted to take her
out for a special evening after I returned from the next assignment.

   Thomas was an interesting fellow.  He was tall and a little overweight.
I don't think he probably exercised once in his whole life.  He didn't seem
to be at all tough in any manner.  He struck me as being completely out of
place in this business.  Pretty soon his value became obvious.  He had a
very enjoyable personality and when he got down to business he demonstrated
the sharpest eye and keenest mind I had ever encountered.  He went through
the property with a fine toothed comb never writing down a single item.  He
checked everything, no stone was left unturned.  After examining the
property he sat down with a pad of paper and proceeded to write out in
detailed order everything he had noted while touring the facility.

   As he wrote the items down, he added dollar estimates to everything.  I
imagine his total wasn't very far at all from what the final cost would
actually be.  During all of this, he kept two conversations going with me.
One concerned the property and the other was a general nothing of
importance chit chat.  Once I got used to his style I found I easily flowed
into his conversations and was able to carry on an intelligent conversation
with the man.  After he was finished, he suggested we take one last walk
around the grounds.  We didn't get very far.  The heat and humidity began
to take its toll.  He asked if there was someplace nearby where we could
get a beer.  We headed to a simple lakeside pub I knew and settled in for a
couple of cold ones.

   In one swig Thomas finished half his beer and ordered up another round.
He looked at me for moment and said, "Let me lay it out for you.  The place
is perfect.  It will be the finest facility we have and will be over
capacity before we even open for business.  Now, for you sir, you need to
get out of whatever it is you're doing at this time and come onboard with
me!  There is no way on god's green earth that I will move to this
god-forsaken climate!  You sir, you shall run this institution.  I shall
mentor you and guide you through all of the intricacies of managing a
school for girls.  Now, with that decided ..." He finished off his beer,
deftly switched glasses and drained half the other glass.

   "Thomas, I am ..."

   He cut me off, ""Of course you are!  Everything will be taken care of!"
Leaning forward he continued, "Myra will be ecstatic!  She speaks so highly
of you!"

   I waited this time.  I realized I needed to take great care, so I
fucking lied.  "I'm all onboard sir!  I was hoping for just this
opportunity.  I'm ready for this and am ready to do something different!"

   Thomas came even closer, smiled from ear to ear, and said, "Nick, my
man, the benefits of this job are out of this world!  We are like kings in
our own little realms!  You will think this through and see the validity of
my point."

   I laughed and raised my glass to him.  No more needed to be said. 
Suffice it to say, I knew there was no way Myra would confide in this man.
This was her way of letting me know to play along.

   We left for Brendan's and, at dinner I learned everything there was to
running our special school.  After dinner we ventured to Little Nguyen's
for the backroom entertainment.  I must say that the quality of the staff
was top notch!  Thomas was having the time of his life.  He made two visits
to one of the VIP rooms and was one happy guy after returning.  Somehow my
reputation preceded me, even in this place, where I had never been before.
That was fine with me.  I sat at a table near the small bar, watched a game
on the TV, chatted with some of the girls and enjoyed some nice ginger ale.

   Thomas was off with the second girl and everything was going well, when
out of the blue, Jack showed up.  The whole place almost came to a
standstill when he walked in.  He was the boss here, and the staff
understood that better than anyone else.  With a smile and a wave he put
them at ease and walked over to the table.  He sat and we had an enjoyable
time.  Jack, as usual, was a gracious host and made sure there wasn't
anything left undone that the staff could do for me that evening.  I
assured him I was fine and was enjoying myself.

   "Nick, the order finally came in.  You need to locate a true Southern
belle.  Long, curly, preferably, red hair, a deep southern accent, and
young, no older than twelve.  There is a bit of a rush on this.  What do
you think?"

   "Not a problem, Jack.  I can think of two possibilities right now. 
Either would fit the bill, although, one is blonde.  Regardless, both are
beauties.  I'll get on it right away.  At best it could be three days. 
Will that work?"

   "Fine ...  and the other ...  order?"

   "An unforeseen glitch in the plan.  Nothing could be done at that time.
I told them that the success rate for these things is actually quite low.
I'll try again, but ..."

   "Nick, you are the man!  You are as reliable as the sunrise.  I have
complete faith in you.  Look!  Here comes our guest from the west!"

   Thomas was being returned to the table by one of the most beautiful
Vietnamese girls I had ever seen.  Thomas had had quite a bit to drink and
it was starting to show.  He sat down and gregariously greeted us both and
profusely thanked Jack for his hospitality.  Jack told me he would make
sure Thomas got home safely, if I needed to get back home early.  He wanted
me to get to work on the order now but I decided to hang out a little
longer just to prove a point.

   Jack leaned back in his chair and asked, "How is our beautiful visitor?
Your guest?"

   "Jack, she is doing just fine.  She's taking her classes online and
completing some volunteer work.  She's been a perfect houseguest."

   "I would say she is perfect in many, many ways, eh?  I imagine Myra was
correct; it is just too busy at my place for a serious young girl to lead a
proper life.  Still, I do miss her so.  Please send her my warmest
regards."

   "I most certainly will, Jack.  I most certainly will."

   Thomas gave me an odd look and smiled.

   We were having some laughs and the girls were looking more appealing
with every passing minute.  Jack got up to check on a few things and
suddenly Thomas was no longer quite so drunk.  He placed his bear paw of a
hand on my forearm, leaned into me and said, "Whatever you do, don't trust
him.  He is up to no good and I can clearly see he hates you, with a
passion."

   I jerked at him and demanded, "What do you know?  What is going on?"

   He hesitated and said, "Nothing, my friend, I know nothing about this
end of the business ...  but I do know people and am a very good judge of
them ...  believe me, do not trust Jack.  He'll see you dead if for nothing
other than the girl." Thomas paused, and then said, "You love her and she
loves you ...  as it should be.  You had better protect her."

   Right then Jack returned to the table and Thomas was once again two
sheets to the wind.  Now I took Jack up on his offer.  I wished Thomas well
and said I would consider his job offer and talk to him soon.  He hugged me
and said he looked forward to us working together.  Jack stood and asked if
I was going to be changing jobs.  I said Thomas had made a tempting offer
and I was considering it.  I then leaned into Jack as we shook hands and
said I was going to get on the assignment as soon as possible.

   I knew I had some work to do, and on my drive home I started to make
some plans.  I felt like I had no choice but to take what Thomas had said
seriously.  I never really trusted Jack and I wouldn't put it past him to
see me dead.  I also worried about Brianna.  He was somewhat obsessed with
her and I realized that she was likely as in as much, if not more, danger
as me.

   If I had any doubts, they were erased when my phoned hummed a text
arrival.  I picked up the phone and the untitled message had no return
number or name.  It simply read, "Get out now!"

   By the time I got home I had the germ of a plan.  I had the first part
all worked out; but, since I didn't know what Jack was going to do, I had
to be flexible in my following actions.  Before getting home I stopped and
called PJ.  He listened closely and quickly agreed to help me.

   When I arrived home Brianna was, of course, happy to see me and started
to tease me about playing with the girls at the club.  I was concerned that
somehow Jack may have gotten some listening devices planted so I needed to
get the women out of the house.  Mrs.  D started to make her usual quiet
exit when I whispered to her to meet us down by the pool.  She knew
something was up and simply nodded to me in response.  I turned to Brianna
and said, "I need some air, take a walk with me."

   Brianna now knew that something was up.  She looked back and forth from
Mrs.  D to me and quickly became very serious in her demeanor.  She said,
"That sounds good, I think some air would be nice!"

   We all gathered on the path between the pool and the dock.  It was a
very dark night and I didn't think we were being observed.  I told Mrs.  D
to leave the property a little before 4:30 the next morning and to drive in
the direction of the airport.  When she got to Bayou Drive she was to head
to the public boat launch and wait for Brianna.  I told Brianna that I was
going to leave the house at 4:30 and we were going to make it look like she
was coming with me.  She would sit in the Jeep with me until we passed the
giant azaleas near the gate.  It would be dark enough there for her to slip
out of the Jeep.  Brianna was then to make her way to the dock without
being observed, cast off and drift out into the main channel.  From there
she needed to get to the boat launch and pick up Mrs.  D.  Once she was
safely onboard, Brianna would navigate to the GPS coordinates I would be
giving her that night.  There they would meet up with PJ and go into hiding
until I, Jason, or Myra contacted them.

   If Jack had his men watching, they wouldn't notice the boat was missing
until sunrise and would likely believe that Brianna was with me anyways. 
My plan was to head to the retreat and pretend to proceed with my
assignment as if nothing was different.

   Once everything was understood, we headed back inside to wait out the
night.  Mrs.  D went to her cottage, packed what she needed and came back
to spend the night in a guest room.  Brianna packed a bag and settled into
our bed.  I prepared all of my gear and called Jason and updated him on my
actions.  He said he would have some men nearby to assist me, if needed. 
He also said he would attempt to contact Myra.  We both agreed that Jack
was getting ready to make a move against the organization and we would both
be targets.  We wouldn't take action; we would just be ready to react when
Jack moved.  I told Jason how to contact Brianna and Mrs.  D, in case I
couldn't.

   After deciding what to do, there was a long silence on the phone.  I
finally said, "Catch you later man."

   Jason replied, "Right back at `ya."

   I went to the office, did three lines and set out enough to keep me
going through the night and the drive to the retreat.  After a good slug of
bourbon, I went into my bedroom and slid into bed with Brianna.  She
understood the seriousness of what was happening; but, at the same time
exhibited a calmness born out of her own past troubles.  We held each other
close and eventually she fell asleep in my arms.

   At 4:00 I checked in on Mrs.  D and she was already preparing to depart.
I told her to shoot for 4:15 and she said that that would work.  Brianna
came out a few minutes later and stayed with her until she left.  At 4:25
we made our way down to the Jeep.  Brianna sat in the passenger seat with
the door slightly ajar.  I had taped down the light button so her moves
would be made in darkness.  Prior to pulling onto the drive we kissed.  At
the azaleas she gracefully slid out the door and crouched as I continued
out the gate.  As I headed down the street a set of headlights came into
view behind me and then were quickly turned off.  On my drive to the
interstate the vehicle kept about a quarter mile distance, matching my
increases and decreases in speed.

   At 5:30 I received a message from PJ indicating that both Brianna and
Mrs.  D were safely hidden away with him.  I was greatly relieved and
started to think our plan might just work.  I knew that once I pulled into
the drive at the retreat I would have, at most, three hours before Jack
would have satellite data on the layout of the land.  It didn't mean he
would act immediately; he would probably wait until night.  What I knew for
sure, was that I had three hours to get ready for what would eventually be
coming.  I fully expected the retreat to be reconnoitered before any action
took place.

   I talked to Jason and he said he had to delay sending his men to help.
They had had an attempted breach of security at his home base.  One of his
guys was dead and three intruders had been killed.  Two more were severely
injured and two taken prisoner.  One of the two was being interrogated as
we spoke.  He told me he would call in an hour.

   I prepared some alarm traps along the approaches to the cabin, set out
spare guns and stashes of ammo along my two escape routes then broke out my
stash of coke in order to stay alert.  I'll admit it, I was scared
shitless! I had no idea how I was going to survive this.  My only hope was
that Jason's guys would get here soon.  After doing some more lines I
decided I was too wired.  I downed three grays with some bourbon.  It
seemed to help, but then I was concerned about my thinking and perception.
I figured I would just relax for a short while and monitor the alarms.  I
still had about an hour before anything should happen.

   The next thing I was cognizant of was the pinging of a new message on my
phone followed by a loud bang.  I fell to the floor, curled under my desk
for cover and looked at my phone.

   The message was from Jason, it simply read, "Myra is dead!"

   There was a very loud disorienting bang, a sudden flash of bright,
blinding light and then darkness.
   To be continued ...