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 Subject: 26 TETMD: Finale and Epilogue

   Story Codes: M/f, first, murder
Summary: Jack gets his, Ja'quoia gets hers, and Aiden, well ...

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   - Florida

   As Micky approached the gate to Jack's place, he met up with Rick.

   Rick looked the man over who got off the little motorcycle.  As Rick
approached Micky he stifled a little laugh.  "So, you're Nick?"

   "I take it you're Rick.  We don't have much time.  Dylan is back at my
place.  He got shot but will be fine.  What do we have inside?"

   Looking at the house Rick replied, "Nothing, just the guy up on the
second floor.  Everyone else has been neutralized.  I have two of my men at
the front door and two out by the dock.  You ready?"

   Micky nodded at Rick, and together they walked to the front door and up
the stairs to Jack's office.

   Outside the door, Rick and Micky positioned themselves on either side,
and then Rick reached across and knocked.

   From inside Jack half yelled, "Yes, who is it?" There was fear and
uncertainty in his voice.

   Rick replied, "He's here!  He's back and coming up to see you!"

   Jack excitedly said, "Great news!" Through the door they could hear him
half running to the door.

   Micky positioned himself directly in front of the door and when Jack
opened it, the look on his face was too good to have been missed.  In one
swift move, Micky stepped forward and hit Jack squarely in the face with
his fist.  Jack dropped backwards, out cold.

   Micky stood over him, took a zip-tie out of his pocket and quickly
restrained Jack's hands behind his back.

   Micky stood, looked at Rick and said, "Help me get him to the boat. 
Have you and your men been taken care of?"

   While helping to lift Jack, Rick replied, "No sir, not yet.  I'm not
worried about that; Dylan has never let us down."

   Micky didn't say anything; they each hooked Jack under an arm and
dragged him to the boat.  Micky entered the main berth and saw all the
satchels neatly piled in the center.  He looked out to Rick and said, "I'll
hand these out to you; pile them against the stern."

   The two men worked quickly and emptied the berth.  The money-filled
satchels were lined up on the rear of the deck.

   Micky walked up to Rick, shook his hand and said, "We need to move
fifteen of these off the deck.  Dylan says he trusts you completely.  You
should take them back to ranch and safeguard them for him."

   The fifteen satchels were quickly moved off the boat.  Micky took the
helm, powered up the boat, texted the GPS coordinates to Brianna, and cast
off.

   As he pulled away from the dock, Brianna's confirmation text came
through.

   Micky piloted the darkened boat out to open water, set the course and
the autopilot.  He checked on Jack who was locked in the rear berth.  Jack
was conscious and struggling to free his hands from the zip-tie when Micky
entered the berth.

   At first Jack looked at him in abject terror and then recovered enough
to say, "Nick!  You're OK, I was trying to get some help to you; but, as
usual, you've come through like a champ!  My God!  You're the best!  C'mon,
untie me and we can get everything straightened out."

   After a slight pause, he continued in more of a conspiratorial tone,
"You and me, Nick.  We can run it all.  We can be partners.  No one would
ever challenge us.  What do you say Nick?"

   Micky didn't respond, he checked the zip-tie on Jack's wrists

   Micky returned to the helm and in forty-five minutes they arrived at the
coordinates.  The location was special because it was just outside U.S. 
territorial waters and directly over a chasm that split the continental
shelf.  Any vessel sunk in this area would never be found.

   As Micky circled the boat around the coordinates he started to feel as
though he might get sea sick; something that had never happened to him
before.  His head spun and he felt both vertigo and nausea.  He shook off
the sensations and deeply inhaled fresh sea air.

   After ten minutes, Micky spotted a small search light in the distance.
He reduced the engines to idle and sounded one blast on the ship's horn. 
The light quickly found him and soon Brianna was pulling his boat up along
the aft starboard side of Jack's boat.  Micky caught the lines she threw to
him and tied her off to the larger boat.

   "Michael!  How are you feeling?  How are you doing?"

   "I'm a bit shaky but I think I'll make it.  We have to work quickly!  I
have satchels full of cash on deck.  I'll drop them down to you and you get
them into the cabin."

   "Please, be careful!"

   Brianna opened the cabin hatch and came back to the side of the boat
just as Micky dropped four satchels down to her.  The process continued for
several minutes until all of the satchels were transferred.

   Brianna climbed up to the flying bridge to get a better look on the
larger boat's deck just as Micky dragged Jack, with his hands still secured
behind his back, onto the deck.  Micky pulled a small automatic from the
back of his belt as he pushed Jack to his knees.

   Brianna yelled, "Michael!  You sure about this?!"

   Micky was unsteady on his feet and was starting to sway slightly.  He
found it difficult to focus on Brianna.  He answered her, "Yes, he has to
pay.  One bullet then back into the cabin.  I open the seacocks and ... 
and ...  he's gone for...."

   Micky swayed one more time and fell flat on his back.

   Jack realized something had happened by the look on Brianna's face.  He
turned quickly to see Micky on the deck; he looked back and saw Brianna
leap from the flying bridge onto the deck in front of him.  Jack attempted
to cover the gun with his body but missed.  As he tried to scramble to his
feet, he experienced a flash of light and extreme pain as Brianna's foot
contacted his head.

   With a steeliness rarely exhibited by anyone, Brianna circled Jack and
delivered one more kick, this time to his midsection.  Jack doubled over
and fell sideways in a fetal position.

   Brianna hooked her arms under Micky's and dragged him to the starboard
gunwale.  She hefted Micky up and over the gunwale and slowly lowered him
to the smaller boat's deck.  She turned, walked over to the gun that Micky
dropped, picked it up and approached Jack.  She grabbed him by the collar,
lifted him to his knees and placed the barrel against the back of his head.

   Micky heard the gunshot but had no idea what it was or where he was. 
His eyes were open and he could sense movement; but, he had no ability to
process his experiences.

   Brianna dragged Jack's lifeless body into the cabin and then into the
rear berth.  Up at the helm she found the seacocks and opened them to full.
Quickly she moved back to the starboard aft and deftly dropped to Micky's
boat.  She released the lines and carefully piloted the boat away from the
larger vessel.

   Once at a safe distance, Brianna moved Micky into the cabin and made him
as comfortable as possible.  He was still breathing but that was the only
sign of life he exhibited.  Brianna went out to the deck and in the early
light of dawn watched as Jack's yacht sank into the ocean, carrying him to
his watery grave.

   Brianna opened the boat full-throttle and headed back to shore.  She
didn't need any navigational assistance for this course, her seamanship
shined as she made the fastest and smoothest course possible.

   Back at the dock she was met by Thomas.  Together they carried Micky,
who was starting to hyperventilate and spasm, into the house.  As they
entered his bedroom, Thomas said, "Quickly!  Get him in a cold shower!  We
need to slow his metabolism."

   Brianna held Micky up as much as she could as Thomas turned the shower
on full force.  She stood in the shower, holding Micky until she was at the
limits of her strength.  Then the cold water worked its magic.  Micky's
breathing slowed, his body began to relax, and his heart rate calmed.

   Thomas had left them to call for the doctor and upon his return to the
bathroom Brianna said, "Thomas, he's better, he's calmed."

   "Thank God!  Get those clothes of him and let's get him to bed!  He
needs to warm up now."

   Brianna stripped Micky naked and then with Thomas' help, carried Micky
to his bed.  Thomas was shocked when Brianna stripped off all her clothes
and climbed into bed with Micky and pressed her body against his.  Thomas
covered them with every available blanket and then went out front to look
out for the doctor.

   Unbeknownst to Brianna or Micky, the doctor was a certain addiction
specialist named Byunsik Si, from the Gongju Clinic in Korea.  Myra's plan
stipulated that once Micky's role was finished, he would be taken by Doctor
Si to the clinic and cleaned of his alcohol and pill addiction.

   Brianna's efforts to warm Micky were starting to work.  The two of them
started to generate some body heat, and slowly Micky began to stir.  At
first Brianna thought she heard him whisper her name.  She lifted up,
looked at him and said, "I'm here Michael.  I love you so much, I'm here
for you."

   Then more clearly, Micky whispered, "Anna ...  Anna ...  hold me.  Hold
me Princess."

   Brianna's heart started to break.  He wasn't calling for her.  He was
calling for someone else.

   Micky whispered as she began to roll slightly, "Anna Maria ...  God ...
Anna ...  hold me."

   Brianna fought back her tears and emotions; she wrapped herself tighter
around Micky and held on with all the strength she had.  Micky calmed while
in her grasp.  Quietly, Brianna started to cry.

   Brianna heard the doctor arrive and waited for Thomas to enter the room.
She had reached a decision and held onto to Micky even tighter.

   Thomas entered the room and said, "Brianna, the doctor is here."

   Thomas reached in the closet and grabbed a robe for Brianna.  "Micky
needs to go.  Myra's instructions are that you should go with him.  You'll
be safe with the doctor and Micky needs you."

   Brianna, naked as the day she was born, rolled out of the bed and donned
the robe Thomas handed her.

   She looked down, then up at Thomas and said, "No, I'll stay here.  He
needs to get his treatment ...  and ...  he doesn't need me."

   Brianna started to choke up as tears rolled down her cheeks and sobbed,
"Take him and cure him!  I'll wait for Myra." Brianna left the room and
headed to her own room.  Waiting outside the door was Mrs.  D.  The two
women hugged and went into Brianna's room together.

   Through her tears, Brianna heard Micky being taken away.

   - Seattle

   Half way up the stairs, Ja'quoia let go of Chuck and looked back down at
Sarah.  Ja'quoia waved for Sarah to come join her.  Sarah smiled brightly
and quickly came up the stairs, her ankle "injury" miraculously cured.

   Sarah reached Ja'quoia and hugged her best friend in the world.  She
turned her mouth to Ja'quoia's ear and said, "You go and have a great time.
Then we'll both have a go at him, OK?"

   Ja'quoia hugged Sarah tighter and said, "I can't believe this is finally
going to happen!  I want you with me.  I know he said it's all for me; but,
if that's true, then what I want is more important, and I want you with
us!"

   "No, this is special between the two of you.  You know I'm with you. 
I'll be along, you'll be perfect.  Don't worry one bit!  The two of you are
perfect ...  now get going!"

   Ja'quoia pulled back, smiled at Sarah and gave her a loving kiss.  She
then headed up the stairs, by herself, to experience what she had only
fantasized about.

   Chuck was waiting for her at the top of the stairs.  Ja'quoia smiled as
he took her into his arms and passionately kissed her.  The kiss did its
magic.  Ja'quoia's body started to react to his lips, tongue and caressing
hands.  Her breathing became shorter and slight, sweet sounds came
involuntarily from her throat.  Her right leg moved around his left leg and
slowly she began to ride her crotch along his thigh.

   Chuck released her from his grasp, opened the bedroom door and backed
into the room while still kissing the exotic, fifteen year-old beauty.

   Once in the room, Ja'quoia used her left foot to shut the door while she
pushed forward into Chuck, moving him backwards to the edge of the bed. 
There he turned her to the left and together they fell on the bed, still
engaged in a full-mouthed kiss.

   Ja'quoia rolled on top of Chuck without breaking their kiss.  Chuck's
hands roamed freely from her scapula down to her toned ass.  Ja'quoia
shifted slightly as Chuck slid his hand up and under her dress, allowing
him free access between her legs.  Chuck didn't hesitate and soon had the
young girl dry humping his hand as his index finger moved along her slit
and clit and his thumb caressed her asshole.

   With a sudden jolt, Ja'quoia broke their kiss.  She arched up and away
from Chuck as an orgasmic shock ran from her clit, up around her ass and up
her spine.  She was overcome with emotion as she looked down at Chuck.  She
fell down upon him, seeking his lips with hers, purring with excitement as
she closed her legs, moving his hand away.

   She broke the kiss again, rose slightly and started to luridly slide
down his body, keeping her eyes locked on his.  As her feet touched the
floor, she placed her hands on his forearms and moved them down until they
were holding hands.  As Ja'quoia rose to her feet she stepped back,
bringing Chuck to a sitting position and then guided him to stand in front
of her.

   Ja'quoia was nearly as tall as Chuck and was easily able to maintain eye
contact as she moved her hands up to his shoulders.  Her breathing was
still heavy and she bore the look of a feline in heat.  She ran her hands
down Chuck's torso, slowing to caress his chest and then on to the bottom
of his shirt.  She lifted the shirt, and in a flash, it was lying on the
floor.  Her hands were joined by her mouth as she explored his upper body.

   Chuck simply held her by her shoulders and let her have her way with
him. One thing he knew for sure though; if he didn't get his pants off soon
his dick would break.

   Ja'quoia's hands rested on his hips as she said, almost girlishly, "This
is my first time.  The first time for all of this; I've never had a man
naked before.  I want to savor every moment, I want to touch and explore
every inch of your body."

   Before Chuck could answer, Ja'quoia slid down his body and knelt in
front of him.  She removed his socks and shoes; she unbuckled his belt and
pulled his pants down along with his boxers.  In what seemed like a second,
Chuck found himself bare-ass naked with a raging hard on; undressed by a
fifteen year-old vixen.

   Ja'quoia couldn't take her eyes off the magnificent cock that bobbed at
attention directly in front of her.  She ran her hands up and down Chuck's
legs, kneading his ass with every upward move.  She slid her fingers
between his cheeks and found his asshole with her right index finger.  She
smiled up at him as she applied a little pressure and then pulled her
finger away.

   Ja'quoia had seen and sucked the first cock of her life just a few hours
earlier and she found it to be one of the most enjoyable things she had
ever done.  There was just something about the experience she found
exciting.  The feel of the head, so soft, so pliable, so kissable!  Then
the ridge; it was so exciting, creating the transition to the hard, hot,
bumpy shaft.  The shaft itself fit her hands perfectly, the way the skin
moved over the hard interior was something she had never felt before. 
Having the entire package in her mouth gave her a feeling of control and
power she had never experienced before.  The act itself made her feel full
and complete.  The taste of the precum had excited her, indicating that she
had done her work properly!  Ja'quoia really wanted to have Chuck cum in
her mouth or on her face, or both!

   As Ja'quoia gazed at the object of her new found obsession in front of
her, she knew that it was meant to be somewhere other than her mouth on
this night; and, that kind of scared her.  She lunged at Chuck's dick and
took him in with one long suck.  After a few hearty bobs and some extra
licks and kisses for the head, she released his dick and stood up in front
of her man.

   Chuck wasted no time; he reached for the top button on her dress and
consecutively unbuttoned each one until he got to her waist.  Chuck tried
like hell to keep his eyes locked on hers, but the body that was starting
to emerge from the opening of the dress was just too attractive.  He
reached his hands up inside the shoulders of the dress, pulled it apart and
let it fall to the floor.

   He gazed at, for all intents and purposes, a flawless female form!  She
had firm, proud, B/C-sized tits with slightly puffy areola, her skin was a
natural tan and her nipples were a chocolaty brown.  She was curvy in all
the right places with a flat stomach to match her fit, strong, healthy
body.

   He slowly dropped to a knee as his hands rested on her hips.  He
examined the panty-clad pussy in front of him.  Somehow, one side of the
gusset had worked its way inside her labial cleft.  Ja'quoia's excitement
had created a prominent wet spot on the panties.  Chuck placed his index
finger under the hem and carefully pulled the gusset back into place.  He
peeled the panties down, exposing her virgin womanhood.

   Chuck sighed, "Oh my lord ...  beautiful, just beautiful."

   And her pussy was beautiful!  She and Sarah had spent an entire evening
trimming and styling her pussy for just this moment.  Of course, the task
didn't take all evening; Sarah got sidetracked more than a couple of times
as she prepared Ja'quoia's privates for their unveiling.  Her hair was
neatly trimmed and styled to flow in and downward, as if providing
direction to her hooded clit.  There wasn't a pimple, razor burn, or
follicle bump to be seen.  Her skin was baby-soft smooth and flawless in
appearance.

   Chuck slipped his left arm through her legs, hooked behind her right
leg, and lifted her thigh up to rest on his shoulder.  He dipped his head
slightly and brought his mouth up to her crotch.  The lifting of her leg
caused her thick labia to spread open, revealing the treasure awaiting his
tongue.

   Chuck did not hesitate.  He drove his face into the hot, ready pussy
hovering above him.  His mouth covered her pussy as his tongue moved
through her folds and into her waiting tunnel of love.  Chuck lifted his
face as his tongue slid up her slit to the erotic nubbin hidden at the top
of her crack.  There he paused.  The tip of his tongue slid across and then
circled her clit, making occasional lateral slashes from side to side.

   Ja'quoia was riding Chuck's face.  Both of her hands were braced down on
top his head.  Her right leg rode on his shoulder and her left leg provided
balance as her hips rolled her pussy into and across his mouth.

   Chuck could hear the girl as she responded to, and directed his
manipulations.  When Ja'quoia jerked through mini orgasms, her short clear
exclamations were released as exhales.  While she was working herself to
the jerks, she rode his face emitting low sensual growls.

   When Chuck glanced up, he could see her head erect, eyes closed shut,
and her body in an exquisite arch as she jerked through her climaxes.  When
she was in the buildup, she grasped his hair, tucked her chin and seemingly
glared down at him.

   Her nipples were fully erect, and her tits appeared larger than what he
saw previously.  Her body, purely athletic; was rippling with muscles as
she rode his face and was driven into the throes of erotic delight.

   Chuck slid his face up and out from under Ja'quoia.  She was thrown off
balance for a second and was unsure as to what was happening.  Chuck
latched onto her left arm, lifted some more and turned, to lay her on the
bed.  Chuck moved onto the bed between her legs and lifted/pushed her
further up until her head was on the pillows.

   Ja'quoia fought off a wave of fear as the excitement about what was
about to happen coursed through her.  Chuck looked at her with a
questioning look and she felt herself smile and nod her head.  Chuck leaned
in and kissed her.  Ja'quoia returned the kiss and quickly took it to a
deeply passionate level.  She could taste herself in Chuck's mouth and
found that it only made her more excited.  She rolled her hips in search of
his dick.

   Chuck felt her not only responding, but also taking some initiative, as
she writhed under him in search of his dick.  Chuck moved his hips so that
his dick was positioned between her legs, pressing down and flat against
her.  With a slow rise, the head of his dick came into contact with the
moist, hot, silky folds of her pussy.

   Ja'quoia felt the head of his dick press into her pussy.  Chuck's
positioning wasn't correct just yet; but, with just the slightest of moves,
Ja'quoia had his bulbous head pressing against the entrance to her sheath.

   Chuck looked into Ja'quoia's eyes and with a practiced push sent the
head of his dick between the lips and into the entrance of her pussy.  As
he expected, Ja'quoia was tight and his intrusion would have been much more
difficult if not for her heightened state of arousal.  With another push,
he felt his dick begin to enter the young girl's pussy.

   For Ja'quoia, the experience was bringing her to verge of a sensory
overload.  She could feel every inch of her body and now she could feel
Chuck inside her.  This was not some inanimate dildo; this was a real man
fucking her with his real dick!  The feel of him on top of her, the
pressing of his hips as she cradled him between her thighs, the sight of
him lovingly looking at her and foremost, the sensations elicited from her
pussy as his dick slid deeper into her was bringing her to edge.

   Chuck was amazed at what he felt and observed!  Ja'quoia was cumming as
hard and strong as any girl he had ever seen; and he hadn't even gotten
himself completely into her.  Before he could react, she wrapped her legs
around him and drove her pussy upwards, taking him completely inside her.
She clung to him for a moment as she cried out in orgasmic bliss.  Chuck
felt her pussy undulating on his dick and then, as the tremor passed from
her pussy through her body, she relaxed slightly.

   Chuck quickly reversed and pulled his dick out until only the head was
still inside her and quickly thrust himself fully into her.  He tried like
hell to keep his cool and not fall into a fucking frenzy.  Rather, he gave
her pussy what it needed at that moment; a good solid fucking!

   Ja'quoia had actually blacked out for a moment when she came on Chuck's
dick.  Her recovery was quickened by what Chuck was doing to her.  It was
absolutely perfect!  She couldn't believe how full she felt!  He was
fucking her with quick but deliberate strokes.  Each thrust was slightly
different than the one before and she could feel every variation.  She
started to sense his dick in her mind's eye.  She could feel ...  see ...
his dick driving into her and filling her up!  This was a whole new
experience!

   The two were now fully in synch with one another.  He was on his knees,
pushing upward into her as her legs were locked around his lower back
keeping him in place.  They were in full upper body contact and locked in a
prolonged messy kiss as Ja'quoia felt the summit of sensation come nearer.

   "More!  Faster!  Harder!  Fuck me!" She demanded.

   Chuck's reply was physical obedience.

   Ja'quoia broke their kiss and Chuck buried his head into the left side
of her neck as he got lost in the fucking.  Ja'quoia's head was moving
side-to-side when she noticed the bedroom door had opened and Sarah was
looking in.  Sarah was dressed in a simple nightshirt and had her hair up
high in a ponytail.  Their eyes locked and Ja'quoia reached her hand out to
Sarah.

   Sarah was awe-struck at the scene in front of her.  She knew she enjoyed
fucking and knew her Uncle Chuck enjoyed fucking her; but, this was
something completely different.  She moved to Ja'quoia and took her hand.
Ja'quoia had her lie down next to her and the two girls kissed.  Sarah
almost came from the intensity of Ja'quoia's kiss.  It was if she could
feel what Ja'quoia was feeling.

   Sarah placed an arm across her Uncle's back and watched as he raised his
head and looked at her.  He was a man possessed!  He actually fucked
Ja'quoia harder while keeping his eyes fixed on his beautiful niece.

   In perfect harmony, without any cue, Ja'quoia and Chuck looked back at
each as their sexual experience began to spike.  Chuck blew his load first.
It was almost painful it felt so good.  Through each pulse of his lower
body, the sensual waves didn't abate.  Even when he had spent his load, the
waves of pleasure were just as intense.

   Ja'quoia had an orgasm like she had never experienced before.  She "saw"
Chuck cumming inside her while at the same time she watching the ecstasy
wash over his face.  It felt as if her insides bottomed out.  There was a
movement of sensation downward to her pussy; and then, as if critical mass
had been attained, an explosion of ecstasy raced through her body.  She
clung to him with all her limbs, and one cavity.  She felt her pussy
milking the cum from his dick which brought about another surge of joy.

   Sarah had never seen anything like it and never had been so turned on by
something before.  She clung to Ja'quoia's hand and kept her arm on Chuck's
back as the two lovers slowly descended from their sensual heights.  Chuck
slowly rolled to Ja'quoia's side; his gooey, thick dick flopping out of
Ja'quoia's spent pussy.

   Without thought or hesitation, Sarah, with cat-like movements, made her
way down the bed and quickly sucked her uncle's dick into her mouth.  She
loved the taste of his cum, she also loved the taste of Ja'quoia's pussy;
and here, both were readily available.  Chuck watched as his niece avidly
sucked the love juices from his spent dick, eagerly cleaning him as if she
was a mother cat.

   Ja'quoia realized where Sarah was and lifted her head just as Sarah
started to gaze at Ja'quoia's pussy.  Sarah saw a large white gob of her
uncle's cum start to ooze out of her best friend's pussy.  Sarah quickly
went down on Ja'quoia and sucked her pussy, collecting up as much of her
uncle's cream pie as possible.

   Ja'quoia began to react to Sarah's sucking and wanted her to stop.  She
was only able to say, "Sarah ..." and pull away a bit.  Sarah
misinterpreted Ja'quoia's actions and quickly moved up her friend's body
until she hovered right above Ja'quoia's face.  With her right hand, she
opened Ja'quoia's mouth and slowly let a long string of cum flow into
Ja'quoia's mouth.

   For a moment Ja'quoia was shocked; but, that passed quickly as she felt
the warm salty fluid enter her mouth.  She lifted a hand, hooked Sarah's
neck and pulled her down for a sloppy kiss.  The two girls passionately
kissed and slurped up all of the love juice available.  Eventually they
began to laugh.  Sarah was so happy for Ja'quoia and Ja'quoia, basking in
post orgasmic bliss, was happy to be with her best friend in the whole
world at that moment.

   Meanwhile, Chuck was stroking his dick back to a full erection as he
watched the two girls frolic on the bed.

   Ja'quoia glanced at Chuck and noticed his "condition," She looked at
Sarah and said, "I don't think were done just yet."

   - California

   As the men were staged for the advance, Myra's phone buzzed.  She
glanced at the ID, it was the call she was waiting for.  She answered the
phone; on the other end was Stan Guzman.  Stan was the one man in the world
that could successfully come to Aiden's defense.  He was an ex-SEAL and led
an elite team, which was unmatched in the world.  He had been allied with
Aiden for years and was the last piece of the puzzle Myra needed in place.

   "Stan, thank you for returning my call."

   "Always a pleasure Myra; just to let you know, I also received a call
from the boss, but I'm returning yours first."

   "I appreciate that Stan, I really do.  Let me get to the point ..."

   Stan cut her off, "Myra, I'm not going to interfere; whoever wins this,
wins this.  I'm alright with the both of you.  As a matter of fact, I've
been waiting over a year for this to happen.  Understand, if you fail, I'll
likely be the one hunting you ...  if you survive today."

   "Stan, I understand completely.  We'll either be working together ... 
or I'll be dead."

   There was a prolonged silence on the phone and both knew there was
nothing left to say.  Myra heard the line go dead and broke her end of the
connection.  She looked at Col.  Park and said, "Let's get this over with."

   As the car turned off the road, the two guards at the gate stepped
forward.  Simultaneously a cloud of red mist appeared by each of their
foreheads.  Silently, the guards fell to the ground.  Myra activated a code
on her phone and the gates swung open.  While the car traveled the drive to
the house, other guards on patrol met the same fate.

   The clinic had already been secured and the bodies of the nurses,
clinicians, and doctors were being prepped for disposal in the clinic
incinerator.  A small number of young girls, some visibly pregnant, were
being escorted into a waiting room for the vans that would transport them
to the airstrip.

   As the car approached the house, four more guards, the last ring of
protection outside, were dropped were they stood.  At this time, five large
windowless vans also entered the grounds.  Three headed towards the clinic,
two lagged back, waiting to head to the main house.

   Although no alarms had been sounded, and nothing appeared out of the
ordinary, Aiden suddenly became alert to impending danger.  In his study,
he tried to contact his security detail but there was no response.  He went
to the hallway and called for his two inside security men.  There was no
answer.  As he walked to the front room, he noticed a very fine spatter of
red along one wall.  He didn't falter in the face of danger.  He walked
into the large foyer area and looked out the window just as Myra and Col.
Park arrived.  Upstairs, Tatyana was also looking out her window.

   Tatyana, dressed in black casual slacks, and a white blouse; rear
holstered her Glock 26 while heading out the door to go downstairs.  She
stopped at the top of the stairs when she caught a glimpse of an armed man
ducking out of sight at the end of the hallway.  She waited for the
inevitable, but nothing happened.

   Tatyana could see her "brother" standing in the foyer.  He glanced up at
her and waved a calming gesture at her as he turned and headed back to his
study.  Tatyana waited and watched the front doors open as the woman she
had seen previously entered the house by herself.

   Myra had never had to open the front doors at Aiden's estate by herself
before.  She entered the foyer and found the house in a deathly silence. 
She stepped to the center of the foyer and noticed a girl that she had
never seen before near the top of the stairs.  Instantly Myra knew who the
girl was.  Their eyes locked, Myra broke first, her eyes betrayed her love
and longing.  The girl reacted.  For a moment Myra was sure the girl knew.
The girl stepped back towards the hall and disappeared from sight.

   Tatyana couldn't believe what she felt!  Her insides were turned upside
down and she felt herself start to cry.  An emotional wave, like she had
never felt before, rolled through her body and burst into her forehead. 
She made it to the door of her room, pushed through and stumbled to her bed
as she started to hyperventilate.  Her mind could not understand nor accept
what she felt!  It took her a few minutes to regain physical control.  She
stood, straightened herself out at the mirror and then carefully made her
way downstairs.

   Myra opened the doors to Aiden's study and walked in.  She was armed
only with a knife holstered to her thigh.  Aiden was in his chair, watching
her intently as she headed to the chair across from him.

   Aiden gestured to the chair and said, "Myra, join me.  I have a feeling
we have some business to settle?"

   Myra paused at the chair, sat and carefully replied, "Aiden ...  our
business is settled ...  it only needs to be finalized."

   "Settled?  I have no idea what arrangements have been made.  Am I to die
today?  Are we to be full partners?  Or do I sever my relationship with you
...  in the most efficient of means?"

   Myra eyed Aiden, hesitated, and said, "Aiden ...  all of your associates
are dead.  You are the only one of the old guard left.  Today you stand
alone.  There is no one to help you.  Today the future is written.  Either
I will lead the new consortium, or you will go to war against it and
eventually lose."

   "Myra, you will of course be the first casualty in the war.  Are you
ready for that?  Or do you wish to join with me and lead this new group?  I
know that many of my old partners have been eliminated; but there will be
enough left to make my proposal to you attractive."

   Leaning forward, understanding that the old man in front of her did not
fully grasp the extent of her actions, she replied, "Aiden, they are all
gone, every last one of them.  My partners are right now running things. 
You stand alone!  Your only options are to decide how this all ends."

   Aiden saw Tatyana come through the door and silently approach Myra from
behind.  Tatyana removed the holstered gun and held it in her right hand as
she stopped behind Myra.

   Aiden, never once taking his eyes from Myra said, "I'm never truly alone
...  ever.  You of all people should know that." Lifting his hand and
glancing at Tatyana, he continued, "Allow me to introduce my little sister
to you."

   Tatyana stepped next to Myra, keeping her right hand behind the chair,
and looked down at the woman.  Myra turned slightly towards her and looked
up into her daughter's eyes for the time in eighteen years.

   Aiden saw that Myra knew.  Aiden relished that Myra would know who
killed her.  Aiden saw no need to wait.

   "Tatyana, this woman is here to kill me.  She needs to be stopped."

   Tatyana never took her eyes from Myra's eyes as she stepped back
slightly and raised the gun.

   Aiden never saw Tatyana shift her weight.  In a split second, she turned
and leveled the gun at Aiden, firing instantly.  A small red hole appeared
on his forehead just as a look of astonishment crossed his face.

   Myra felt the gunshot and, for a second wasn't sure if she was alive or
not.  She regained her senses and turned in time to see Aiden slump down in
his char, his eyes wide open and face streaked with a red rivulet of blood.

   EPILOGUE

   - Aiden

   Aiden's body was cremated at the clinic he built.  His ashes were
scattered in the jet stream high over the Pacific.  There is no trace that
Aiden ever existed except for the consequences of his evil deeds.

   The estate and clinic were sold to Dr.  Si, who opened an American
branch of his Gongju Clinic.

   Aiden's girls, except for one, were transported to Taiwan for
rehabilitation and deprogramming.  The deprogramming stripped them of their
previous identities and required new pasts be taught to them.  Simple, but
effective plastic surgery was used to alter their appearances as well.  The
girls were eventually reintroduced into different cultures and societies
with completely new identities.  All records of their past lives were
erased from the world's database.

   Two baby girls were born and adopted out to Australian military
personnel.

   The one girl who did not go to Taiwan was Rachel.  Something about her
had captivated Myra.  Myra had her transported to Geneva where she adopted
the little girl.  Rachel joined Myra, Brianna, and Tatyana in building
their new lives as a family.

   - Ja'quoia and Sarah

   The girls spent the next year enjoying the carnal company of Sarah's
Uncle Chuck, as well as each other.  In her senior year Sarah introduced
her uncle to her new Art teacher; they very quickly fell in love and were
married that June.  Uncle Chuck lived up to his marriage vows and remained
faithful to his beautiful bride.

   Being a year older, Sarah got to college first; but Ja'quoia soon
followed as an Accelerated Studies student.  They shared an apartment and
lived the college life to the fullest.  They both met and fell in love with
open-minded young men who were more than willing to join them in an
alternative, free lifestyle.

   They live in the same neighborhood, and worked similar jobs before
forming a successful, exclusive, real estate company.  Their children go to
school together and they all vacation together once a year.

   Each year, Ja'quoia and Sarah treat themselves to a spa getaway where
they meet up with Brianna for a week of fun.

   - Myra

   Myra brought the international sex trade into order.  No longer were
girls abducted and sold into sex slavery in a corporate fashion.  Myra
expanded the girls' schools and fed the market with smart, empowered girls
who chose their own future.  The school model saved hundreds of thousands
of throwaway lives with a small percentage selecting a life in the sex
industry.  Nothing is perfect and there still remained abhorrent and
inhuman practices, but the excesses of the "Time of Aiden" never
resurfaced.

   Myra groomed Tatyana to take over the business and after five years was
able to finally enjoy life as she dreamed it should be.  She contacted the
French businessman she had met many years earlier and they became traveling
companions enjoying journeys of multifaceted mutual satisfaction.

   - Brianna

   Brianna lived for a couple years in pain recovering from Micky.  She
completed her high school studies and then went on to college in Paris.  By
the age of twenty-one, she had completed two degree programs; one at the
HEC Paris and the other at la Sorbonne in Paris.

   At the end of her senior year in high school, she met Andre, the younger
brother of Myra's bodyguard, François.  She thought Andre was beautiful. 
He was fun, smart, and only a couple of years older than she was.  He was a
student of world languages and loved extreme sports.  Andre was enchanted
by Brianna and fell in love with her at first sight.  Their courtship is,
and will always be, never ending.

   As it is with everyone, she would never forget her one great first love.


   - Micky

   Six months in rehab in Korea succeeded in breaking Micky's drug
addiction.  His dependency on alcohol was eliminated and he was allowed to
have an occasional drink.  The doctors could "cure" his physical addictions
but were incapable of eliminating his psychological addictions.  He learned
how to control his thoughts and desires but he couldn't get rid of them. 
Little girls were still on his mind, but he no longer felt the same drive
to take and possess the beauty of youth.

   The doctors had explained that he would have relapses, he would still
have nightmares; but, if he focused and sought fulfillment, he could lead a
normal life.

   One afternoon, Micky was enjoying a cup of tea, on the clinic's veranda
when he was joined by Thomas Donohue.

   Thomas approached Micky, reached his hand out and said, "Greetings
Micky! I hope I'm not intruding."

   Micky stood, took Thomas' hand and shook it with affection.  He looked
Thomas in the eye and replied, "It is so good to see you.  You're my first
visitor.  Please, have a seat!  Would you like something to drink?"

   As he sat Thomas said, "No Micky, I'm fine.  I don't have long and we
have items of import to discuss!"

   Thomas looked at Micky and said, "You look great!  Before we begin, is
there anything you want to ask me?"

   Micky looked down for a moment, his head bursting with questions about
Brianna, but he couldn't bring himself to ask.  He simply looked up at
Thomas and said, "How is my family, do you know?"

   "They're fine Micky.  We contacted your brother and everyone has
accepted the story that you're in alcohol rehab.  No shame there.  They're
keeping it a family secret.  Anything else?"

   Micky knew Thomas was fishing but only shook his head.

   Thomas continued, "Let's get down to business.  I have two propositions
for you, you can chose one, or come up with one of your own.  Ready?"

   Micky leaned back in his chair and said, "Shoot."

   "Option one; you come back to Florida and work with me running the
school.  You stay in the business with all of the perks of the business. 
We will get you a residence on the school grounds or find you a suitable
place off campus, whatever you like ..."

   "What happened to my place?"

   "Dylan has it now.  He is in charge of Florida operations.  We sold
Jack's place.  Don't worry; all of your stuff is in storage.  So ... 
anyway ...  this option keeps you in the group and doing valuable work."

   "Option two?"

   "We gave this a lot of thought.  Right now, you have been accepted at
the Graduate School at the university in Columbus, Ohio.  We have lined up
several houses you can purchase or rent.  You can start your graduate work
in the fall, and be done with all of us forever.  Actually, you'll never
have to work a day for the rest of your life.  Myra took the money
recovered from Jack and split it between you, her, and the organization. 
Whether you stay or not ...  you netted five million."

   Micky didn't speak; he looked Thomas in the eyes.  In one of the few
instances in his life, Thomas flinched.

   Thomas cleared his throat and asked, "The girl?  Brianna?"

   Micky nodded.

   "I'll be brief, when you were closest to death, and she was fighting
with all she had to keep you alive ...  you called out another's name."

   "Anna?"

   "Yes ...  it was her decision you know.  She let you go ..."

   Micky started to withdraw within himself; but, before shutting Thomas
and the world out entirely, he said, "Option two."

   Micky closed his eyes and listened as Thomas walked away.  After a short
while, a smile came to his face as he realized he was going home, going
home to Ohio!

   And maybe, just maybe ...  Anna Maria!
   TETMD - The End