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 Title: Nia Ch.  04


Summary: Nia and Jamie continue their search for their sister.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Excerpt from the private diary of Nguye't Morrison

   Wed, 27th April, 2011

   I haven't had a chance to update this since Saturday, things have been a
little...hectic, shall we say.  After Jamie gave me such a stunning
Graduation present, he surprised me with a trip to Paris, and put a ring on
my finger.  I must show it to Julie and Shelagh, do a little gloating,
well, a lot of gloating, the rock is enormous, or, as dad put it, bigger
than a pimple on a pig's arse; he's such an old-fashioned romantic, how did
mum resist him for as long as she did...

   Jamie brought back something from his sojourn in Vietnam that made my
weekend, in a 'this is terrible but it's also fantastic' sort of way;
details of the sordid dealings of that animal who stole my sister when she
was 3-weeks old.  It made terrible, horrifying reading, and it made me feel
deeply unclean, but it gave us a definite lead on where to begin looking
for Hu'e, and it finally let me know the true extent of the pain and loss
that man has caused.  I'm not sorry to say that I feel a great deal of
schadenfreude, 'Shameful Joy', to know that he's probably being tortured or
raped in a hell-hole prison right now; sometimes natural justice does get a
chance to work, and he's probably lucky at that; if it were up to me, I'd
tie the rope and kick away the chair...

   I gave Polar Bear the low-down on how to bend the law sufficiently to
allow us to get married, he wants to know why I'm not running for
Parliament, and dad's worried I'll take up bank fraud as a hobby, but I
just wanted my Polar Bear to be aware that the clock's ticking; mum gave
him the speech, the verbal equivalent of choosing to cut the red wire or
the blue wire, and it finally percolated through; he may be a whiz at
determining deep well yields and thingies, but when it comes to the
realities of human marital customs,and the intricacies involved in planning
weddings and suchlike, like all men, he's a complete arse-head; he couldn't
seem to see that putting a ring on a girl's finger and thinking it ends
there is not a good or healthy thing to do, especially if said girl wears
stiletto heels and is willing, purely in a spirit of scientific enquiry, to
discover if it's possible to push one though a man's instep and nail his
foot to the floor.

   Sometimes poor Jamie is all too living proof that the average man's head
is a large echoing space, with only three active neurons; one each for
football, beer, and scratching, all enclosed by a thick bony case that's a
good place to hang his ears, that sometimes looks like George Clooney, but
more often like Mickey Rooney.

   Anyway, we 're waiting with bated breath for a package from one more of
his mysterious, nefarious, nay, downright shady contacts in one of the
world's lesser-known waste spaces, he refused to discuss it with Jamie via
email, so it's obviously relevant and important enough to send by bonded
courier.  Apparently the man is some sort of Frontier Sheriff-type, hand
never too far from his gun, 1,000 yard stare, all that stuff, and I keep
asking myself; how does an oil prospector from South London ever meet shady
characters like that, is there some sort of secret society they belong to,
The Ancient and Elucidated Order of The Wandering Idiots, or is there a
real Star Wars-type cantina out there somewhere, where some murky Han
Solo-ish character waits for people like Jamie to show up?  Enquiring minds
want to know...

   You're waffling, girl, stop it.

   The Polar Bear is trying to look all nonchalant, but I've been able to
see through him since I was 3 years old, and he's definitely keyed-up and
excited; I know he's trying to keep me from getting my hopes up, but he
really should give me more credit than that; I know that whatever happens,
we couldn't be any worse off than we are now; we're currently in a state of
advanced ignorance about where Hu'e went after she was taken, and if this
package has no new information, we're still ignorant of her whereabouts --
it's not additive, we won't suddenly become more ignorant, no matter what,
it just means we start looking again, and find someone else to help us, and
fretting about it and clicking and drumming fingers on tables and pacing
and flicking TV channels aimlessly does no good to anyone, and really,
really gets on my nerves.  I just wish he'd go to the pub, find an old
school friend and get smashed, blow-off some of that excess nervous energy,
because he's driving me up the bloody wall!

   ++++

   This week has been the slowest week on record, every day since we got
back from Paris has been one of those days where suddenly!  nothing
happened, and it's been fantastic.  This is my first real break from
work/study in 6 years, and Nia's not due to start her new job until May
16th, so two whole weeks of Nia and lounging around.  What shall we do,
what shall we do?

   I had a couple of suggestions for her, but she deep-sixed those, she
said it was impractical, that walking bow-legged into her new job was bound
to cause comment; she's not closed and barred the bedroom door or anything;
nor is she averse to more than a little wild whoo-hoo; she just believes I
should give her a sporting chance to get away now and again...she did
suggest I give my dirty mind a good wash, and get a proper shave while I'm
at it, designer stubble works on Brad Pitt, on me it just looks...scraggy,
like a badly-mowed lawn.

   Nia killed some time by going to Lambeth Town Hall and filing a Deed
Poll, a legal instrument to legally change her name, to Nguye't Laura Vienh
Lo, mum's maiden name, this being Part One of her nefarious plan to outwit
the Registrar when we registered our overseas wedding.  With a few little
tweaks and refinements, it was the plan she'd outlined in Paris, tested it
out on dad, and gone ahead with putting it in motion.  Hopefully we'd get
the paperwork through in a couple of days, then we could book flights to
Hong Kong for the purposes of getting married, so we'd just have a couple
of days away; we'd pay with jet-lag, but it would be worth it.

   I waited, impatiently, I'll admit, for my package from Thawip in
Thailand, he said it would be interesting, and he gave me the name of a
bloke in the HKPF, the Hong Kong Police, which intrigued me; it's a bit of
a leap from Luang Prabang in Laos to Hong Kong, maybe if this bloke had
something to tell me it would be worth going out to see him; I had an
appointment with Aboitiz Geotech-Orient in Tagbilaran City, in the
Philippine Visayas, in late May, looking at offshore gas extraction
possibilities in the Camotes Sea, maybe I could reschedule and hop over to
Hong Kong to kill two birds with one stone, it's only a little over an hour
from Manila to Hong Kong.  I decided to see if this package merited
meddling with my schedule.

   I did know one thing though; if I went out to Hong Kong, no way Nia was
coming with me; I didn't like the idea of her getting it into her head to
do a bit of sleuthing while she was out there, the authorities take a dim
view of that sort of free-enterprise, that's what the HKPF and the PAP
(People's Armed Police) are for, and they don't appreciate amateur
interference; they have an unfortunate habit of speaking English right up
to the point where you need to explain yourself then they suddenly stop
understanding English and start writing out your confession in fluent
Mandarin...

   Nia, of course, will definitely refuse to see it that way.  Amongst her
many adorable traits is a doggedness that sometimes flares up into outright
rebellion, hopefully she'd stay quiet and do the think-work, let me do the
leg-work, maybe we'd meet somewhere in the middle.  I decided to pop into
the office later, see if I could switch things around, once this package
got here and Nia had a chance to digest what, if anything, it actually
meant.

   Saturday morning passed into Saturday afternoon, and just as I was
thinking that it wouldn't arrive until Monday, the doorbell chimed.  When I
opened the door, a man in a courier uniform stood there holding a bulky
sealed package.  I signed for it and tore the packet open.  Inside was a
thick wad of photocopied pages and photographs of various sinister-looking
men, all holding number plaques, obviously mug-shots, maps, and copies of
UN and American Drug Enforcement Agency reports and commentaries.  All in
all, there must have been 300-plus pages, more information than I had hoped
for, now all we had to do was make sense of it all, and then maybe we'd get
our next move.

   Nia was delighted, she immediately latched onto the police reports,
sorting them by date, oldest first, some of them dating back to 1980, and
tying them up with the stack of mug-shots.  After a while, one of the piles
of reports began to refer increasingly to one man, a harmless-looking
middle-aged man named Han Wu, sometimes labelled 'Jimmy', with an
increasing number of references to something called 14K, and other
references to something or someone called 'Kuomintang', which sounded
familiar, but I couldn't place it.

   This Jimmy character seemed to spend a lot of time being questioned in
Chiang Mai, and had been granted numerous visa's to Laos, flying to
Vientiane almost every month.  He also seemed to take an extraordinary
amount of holidays to Canada, flying to Toronto three or four times a year
on a multiple holiday visa, and there was a DEA report linking him to
something called 'The KMT'.  He was linked with several of the others in
the pile of mug-shots, with reports that tallied as to dates when they had
all been in Chiang Mai, Luang Prabang, Singapore and Hong Kong at the same
time, and many of them seemed to enjoy travelling to Canada almost as much
as 'Jimmy'.  These were just snippets Nia passed over to me as she read
through and collated one report after another.  I decided that the UN
reports would make an interesting read.  I was not wrong.

   I was appalled to read that the annual trade in babies and children from
South East Asia and China was estimated at $10 billion, a figure that paled
into insignificance when the global figure was given as a comparison; $130
billion, a staggering sum, hundreds of thousands of children stolen,
extorted or removed by corrupt officials and sold to middle-men, and taken
all over the world, with large numbers of children being taken to Canada
for adoption across the border, and there was that '14K' again.  Children
from Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, Myanmar, they all seemed to funnel through a
group of societies with strange, exotic names; Shui Fong, Sun Yee On, Wo
Shing Wo, Wo Hop To, 14K again, and KMT in the Golden Triangle.  Uh-Oh.

   There was also mention of a Japanese group, Kokuryukai, but what they
were supposed to be I couldn't guess, the DEA reports mentioned them in
passing, but that was all.  So now I had a whole bunch of groups with odd
names, and people who lived in Hong Kong but seemed to have lavish
lifestyles in Singapore, liked holidaying in Canada, and spent a lot of
time making short trips to Laos; were these people the Snake-Heads who
bought baby Hu'e and sold her on?

   My head was hurting now, and I could see Nia was starting to flag;
information overload was setting in.  I made an executive decision.

   "Come on you, time enough for this later, I want to play!" I said as I
grabbed her hand and took the sheaf of reports out of it.  She looked
rebellious for a moment, then grinned.

   "I thought you'd never get round to it, Polar Bear, I was resigned to
spending Saturday night reading police reports, I see I was mistaken; so
now you got my attention, entertain me, you big beefy oilfield roughneck
you!" she laughed throatily, instantly elevating my testosterone levels and
making my libido tango around somewhere south of my navel...

   Nia is a beautiful girl, and when she bats those big, blue, exotic
almond eyes of hers at me I go all funny; well parts of me do; other parts
develop a mind of their own, and the most insistent one was Jamie jr, who
was currently making a determined effort to unfurl, climb out of my jeans
and smack her on the forehead.

   "I see you came fully loaded, Mr Oilman, planning on doing any probing
with that there rig of yours?" she cooed at me, eyes dancing as I pulled
her to her feet.  She slid her arms around my neck and pulled herself close
to me, kissing me softly, purposefully, very, very sexily, all the while
rubbing herself firmly against the bulge in my jeans.

   My hands drifted down to hold and clutch her perfect, taut little
bottom, her cheeks like two firm peaches.  I pulled her against myself,
thrusting my groin into her, feeling her breathing hitch and slow down as
she ground more purposefully against me.  Nia has a way of grinding against
me that makes all rational thought boogie right out of the room, and I was
having a real problem focussing on my own seduction moves.

   I slid my hands inside her leggings, savouring the feel of her warm
silky skin, the taut springiness of her perfect little bum, and the warm
dampness as I slid my hands further under to lightly caress her tight slit.

   Nia jumped slightly, her lips curving against mine as she smiled, and I
began sliding her leggings down, while she began fumbling with my jeans,
trying to pop the button while I groped and squeezed her delectable little
bottom and rubbed her slit more seriously, eventually sliding a finger into
her.

   She sighed at that, her hand on my zipper more urgent now.  We broke
apart so I could tug down my zipper, Nia pushing my jeans down so I could
kick them away while I was hurriedly tugging down her leggings.

   She pulled her top off to reveal her lovely little bubbies, coral-pink
nipples already erect and solid, just waiting for me to bite and suck, and
my best friend was seriously trying to uncoil and come to full mast, and
Nia didn't help matters by grabbing hold of it through my shorts and
grinning "Ooo, is this all for me, Jamie?  How sweet!"

   I lost no time in slipping off my shorts, and helping Nia take off her
panties (she didn't need any help, but I do like sliding them off her, oh
yes!), then leading her into the bedroom, Jamie Jr pointing the way.

   Once we got into the bedroom, she kissed me seriously, her arms locked
around my neck as she propelled me backwards, until the backs of my knees
hit the bed and I went over backwards, with Nia landing on me in a lovely
giggling confusion of arms and lips and pink jiggly bits.  Her hand came
down to fondle me as I licked and nibbled the first thing I could reach,
one of her delectable pink nipples, Nia immediately squeezing me as I
gently bit and sucked on the solid little point, firm and hard as the
eraser on the end of a pencil.  Her hand began to pump as she squeezed my
cock, the feeling of her hand on me absolutely out of this world.

   She leaned up and slid to the floor on her knees, kneeling between my
legs as I sat on the edge of the bed, her hand still working at my cock.

   "Stand up, Polar Bear, I have something for you!" she smiled slyly,
making my cock twitch in anticipation.

   As I stood up, Nia licked up and down the length of my cock, before
kissing down my length to my scrotum, licking and breathing on me, before
slowly sucking one of my balls into her mouth and gently rolling it with
her lips, nearly making me blow my load there and then.  She relinquished
it and slowly sucked in the other one, doing the same, and I was reduced to
counting backwards from one million to prevent all hell breaking loose...

   She released me from her warm mouth and licked her way back up to my
dripping cock head, lubricant pouring out of me and coating almost the
entire length of my steel-hard cock.  She licked and grinned at me, then
slowly slipped her lips over the end of my cock, her head bobbing as she
sucked, drawing me in deeper with every downward motion of her head, until
all of my seven inches was in her mouth, her nose brushing the pubic hair
at the root of my cock and my head in her throat.  She began to work her
throat, her throat muscles squeezing me as she gently squeezed my scrotum.
She lowly withdrew me from her throat, to suck and lick at my sensitive
glans, while I enjoyed the impressive view of her pale creamy back and her
taut round buttocks as she bobbed and sucked at me, driving me crazy, my
legs trembling as I tried desperately not to come, but I was fighting a
losing battle,

   "Nia...I'm...  Oh God...!  I gasped, as I passed the point of no return,
and she looked up at me, grinned around me and pumped and squeezed me
harder, driving me over the edge.  My head swelled and twitched, and as I
started to come, she pulled me from her mouth as my spunk jetted out of me,
the first pulse hitting her across her lips, the second across her cheek.
Six times I shot, each rope of spunk splashing into her beautiful face,
until she was drenched in my seed, and I had stopped ejaculating.  She
popped me back into her mouth to clean the last trickles of spunk bubbling
from me, and licked her lips clear of the semen that had dripped down her
face, grinning wickedly at me as she did so.  I sat down as my legs gave
way, handing her something to wipe my spunk from her face and chest.

   "That was ...amazing, baby, what brought that on?" I asked when I got my
breath back.

   Nia gave me that grin again.  "Julie told me about it, said I should try
it once; apparently men love it.  Did you?"

   My answer was inarticulate as I grabbed her, making her shriek and
giggle as I tickled her.  As I touched and rubbed and groped her, her
giggles grew less, and her breathing deepened.  When I stopped to let her
catch her breath, she sat astride me, pushed me flat and kissed me like
there was no tomorrow, putting all her considerable talent and
inventiveness into it.  She began to wriggle and squirm and rub herself
against me, and I knew what she wanted me to do.

   I pulled her down beside me and kissed her sexy little nipples, pulling
the rubbery nubs between my lips to make her gasp and giggle, then licking
between her breasts, and continuing down to her navel, tickling her little
'innie' with the tip of my tongue before dragging my tongue luxuriously
through the small trimmed heart-shaped patch of pubic hair, loving the feel
of the short, soft silky hairs against my tongue, before dipping my tongue
into the apex of her slit, into the little furrow between the folds of her
vulva where her hooded clitoris lay concealed .

   Nia sighed and murmured softly as I gently insinuated my tongue tip into
her slit and lightly licked her clitoris, feeling the little bud firming
under my tongue, and her lips beginning to swell as her arousal climbed.

   The warm scent began to tease me, the delicate, perfume of her arousal
tormenting my nostrils and making my mouth water as I suddenly needed to
taste her further, feel her against my tongue as I held her and fondled her
warm flesh.  I moved between her thighs, kissing and nibbling around her
vulva, licking her at the apex of her thighs, that soft crease where her
thighs met on either side of her pussy, gently biting and licking without
touching her labia, making her shift and wriggle slowly, trying to push her
vulva against my lips.  Nia moaned softly as she moved against me, her need
building as I teased and gently tormented her, playing a game we had played
many times before.

   At last, I needed to taste her more than I needed to play, and my tongue
slid between her swollen lips, making her gasp out loud at the sudden
invasion, the sensation of my mouth on her, licking, sucking, and nibbling.
Her hands cradled my head as she held me against her, my senses filled with
the scent and taste of her as I licked and savoured, and she hunched her
groin against me as hard as she could, bearing down on my face as I
strained against her.  I licked her soft spongy little anus, probing with
my tongue pointed as I pushed into her, rubbing her clitoris gently with my
thumb as I slowly invaded her secret place.  I could feel her getting
close, her gasps and sighs, her insistent movements against me, the tension
in her thighs as they enfolded my head, all told me she was nearing that
place, and when I jammed my tongue into her anus as hard as I could, she
came with a loud groaning sigh, her back arching as her fluids sprayed out
of her, squirting across my face and neck, bathing me in her scent and
taste.  I kept stabbing my tongue into her while rubbing her clitoris, and
her orgasm rolled on and on, the tendons in her thighs like steel wires as
she tensed and clamped them around my head, locking me against her as she
rode her climax to its end, her breathing coming in a series of hitching
groans as each comber of pleasure rolled over her.

   Now her knees opened and she slumped back, twitching and shuddering as
her orgasm swirled and slowly faded from her, her arms spread wide, totally
at peace now, a small satisfied smile on her face as her breathing
evened-out and her heart rate returned to normal.  I kissed her swollen
pussy one last time, making her jump and giggle as she sighed happily, and
reached for the wash-cloth to swab my face and neck of her richly-scented
ejaculate, burying my face in the cloth for a moment to breathe-in her
exciting, delicate, fresh aroma one more time.

   I moved up to lie next to her, her arm coming around me as she pulled
herself up against me, and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding around
against mine as we tasted each other again.

   "Mmmm!  You taste like me!  Do I always taste so nice?" she murmured, a
small smile dancing on her lips.

   I pulled her close, my hands slipping down to hold her by her delectably
taut little buttocks, my cock between us as the effects of her kiss made
themselves felt on me.

   "Princess, you always taste wonderful!  I could eat you every day, and
nothing else!" I grinned, and I meant it; she really was delicious!

   "Darling Bear, you always know exactly what to say!" she murmured back,
a slow, sleepy smile gracing her lips as she wrapped her arms around my
neck and pulled herself into the crook of my neck, her breathing slowing
almost immediately as she slipped into sleep.

   I lay for a while, enjoying the feel of her warm silky skin against
mine, the tantalising scent of her hair, and the warm, subtle scent complex
that always surrounded her, that perfume, aroma, call it what you will,
that was uniquely hers, that always said to me 'Nia'; I could have found
her if I were blindfolded in a coal-mine at midnight just by following the
tendrils of that subtle scent.

   When she was deeply asleep, I pulled the covers up over her, and quietly
slid out of bed, to take a shower in the main bathroom rather than disturb
her by using our own little en-suite shower room, and then go back to doing
a little light reading; the criminal careers of some of the most unsavoury
looking characters I hope never to meet.

   After an hour or so, I called up and ordered some Chinese; I wasn't in
the mood to cook, and I didn't think Nia would welcome the idea of dining
out, and woke her to have a shower before dinner arrived.

   We tacitly agreed to not discuss the papers we'd received earlier over
dinner, electing to enjoy our informal meal, chat about friends, upcoming
projects, anything except the search for Hu'e.

   Once we'd finished, I outlined my immediate plan.

   "Princess, I'm going to call this Tang Tao Lieng person in Hong Kong
tonight; Thawip made a point of mentioning him, so I think I'd better take
the hint.  Hopefully he'll be able to help us narrow-down who we should be
concentrating on; this stuff here is too dense, there's too much
information, we really need to talk to someone who can separate the sheep
from the goats for us; I think I can feel the shape of what we need to do
next, but there's too much else in the way.  So let's get some real help;
agreed?"

   She nodded agreement.

   "You'll have to call him after midnight; Hong Kong's 8 hours ahead of
us, so right now it's 4am there; I doubt he'd be feeling very cooperative
if you call him right now!"

   ++++

   Friday, April 29, 2011

   San Francisco

   Park Presidio & Balboa

   Bethany stepped off the Muni train onto the sidewalk and began walking
home, cursing venal mechanics who wanted exorbitant sums for dinky little
repairs, Chevrolet for making such easily damaged cars, Cory for buying her
the Chevelle in the first place -- classic my ass, she thought, if it was
such a classic, why did she hear everyone in the service bay snickering as
she left?  And why the hell did the Service Center have to be all the way
down at El Camino and Alemany?  Was that even in San Francisco?  No it
wasn't.  With her head full of dark thoughts of what she was going to do to
him for not buying her the Toyota, it took her a moment to realise someone
was calling out to her.

   "Hey, Lady, you dropped something, hey, excuse me...!"

   She looked behind her, seeing a Chinese boy, maybe 12 or 13, wearing an
old 'Tygers of Pan Tang' t-shirt and expensive-looking new sneakers.

   "I'm sorry, did you speak to me?" she asked, and the kid nodded, holding
out something in his hand.  Bethany looked at it; it was a button of some
sort.

   She smiled at him.  "I'm sorry, that's not mine, you must be mistaken."

   The boy shook his head.  "I saw it fall from your pocket, lady, who else
could it belong to?"

   Bethany grinned and took it from him, a strange feeling
of...anticipation, significant and important flashing through her as she
touched his hand, then it was gone as quickly as it came, leaving her
momentarily disoriented.  Shaking the odd feeling off, she examined the
object closely.  It was some kind of Chinese New Year token, maybe, a red
ceramic coin-shaped token with a golden tiger face embossed on it, quite
attractive really, with a feel of...antiquity?  No matter, it was
attractive enough to keep as a conversation piece, if nothing else.

   "Well, OK" she smiled, "Thank you!"

   She turned to continue her way home, but an impulse made her turn to the
boy again.

   "I still say this isn't mine, but thank you anyway, it was very kind of
you to stop me like that.  What's your name?" she asked him.

   "The boy grinned.  "Me?  My name's Hu, but you can call me...Jamie."

   Bethany smiled.  "Well thank you again, Jamie, you have a good evening,
OK?"

   Jamie winked at her.

   "You too, Bethany!" he grinned, and Bethany smiled back at him, turned
and continued on her way home, her annoyance at Cory forgotten for some
reason, her fine oriental features showing only a happy anticipation at
getting home to her family at the end of a long day.  It wasn't until she
was almost home that it suddenly struck her; he'd called her by her name,
but she hadn't told him her name...had she?

   The boy watched her leave, the evening sun and the shadows off the
overhead cables momentarily banding his face, striping him black and gold
and making his eyes flare orange for a second, then he smiled and sauntered
away.

   ++++

   By the time I got to call my new contact in Hong Kong, Nia was long
asleep; she'd had a strenuous evening and a good meal, and by 12 am was
struggling to keep her eyes open; her constant yawning was making me yawn
along with her, but eventually she got the hint and went to bed.  I dialled
the number Thawip had had given me.

   The line burred a couple of times, then answered with a beep.

   "Organised Crime & Fraud Reporting, Lieng here" said a cultured oriental
voice, just a hint of accent in an otherwise flawless English
pronunciation.

   "Hello," I replied, "is this Tang Tao Lieng?" I asked.

   "This is he, how may I help you?" asked the voice.

   This was it.

   "You won't know me, but I was given your name by a friend in the Royal
Thai Army Border Force, Colonel Thawip Netniyom.  My name is ..."

   He interrupted me.  "James, James Morrison, yes, Thawip spoke with me
about you and your...problem, I was wondering when you would be calling
me!"

   At least he was on the ball, which was reassuring.

   He continued.

   "I've been looking at the information Thawip sent you, much of it is
intelligence we already had, some of it adds to what we already knew, the
whole thing though is very informative.  Do you have Skype?  I don't want
to discuss this over an open telephone line."

   I gave him my Skype address, and he told me to stand by, before hanging
up.

   I immediately went into the bedroom and flipped open my laptop and
enabled Skype, and a few seconds later the video-call tone sounded.  I
answered, and there was the face of Lieng, a young-looking Chinese man of
indeterminate age, in blue Hong Kong Police Force coveralls.

   He smiled.  "You are a lot like Thawip described you, James, he was
very...glad to help you, he likes you very much!"

   I was curious about how they knew each other, and Lieng was happy to
chat informally.

   "When I joined the police, Hong Kong was still a Crown Colony.  I served
under Harry Waterfield, and he sent me on my first assignment, as part of
the diplomatic protection unit at the Thai Embassy.  Thawip was the Defence
Attaché, and we became friendly.  When Hong Kong was handed back in 1997,
Harry left, as did a lot of good officers, to go to Brunei, Singapore,
Oman, and I became one of the senior officers, and because Harry had
trained me, I was respected and quickly promoted; he's still a legend
here!"

   "The unit I lead investigates organised crime and fraud, especially
corporate fraud; the lifeblood of Hong Kong is the banking system, if the
mainland lost faith in it, that would be the end of us as a Special
Administrative Area, so we keep close tabs on those we suspect of
activities which would impact negatively on the image of Hong Kong as a
safe place to keep your money.  Some of those people you have been looking
at, and the organisations they work for, have been on our radar for a while
now.  Tell me, James, what do you know of the 'Triads'"?

   All I could honestly say was that I had seen and heard references to
this group, but had no idea what they really were.  Lieng gave me a quick
rundown of the activities of the most powerful and widespread of the Triad
groups, Sun Yee On, Wo Shing Wo, Wo Hop To, The Kuomintang, or KMT, and the
14K.  My ears pricked up at the mention of these last two.  He even told me
that one of the larger groups, The Black Dragon, was active and powerful in
the UK, which stunned me.

   I had a question about this stuff, something that was nagging at me.

   "Lieng, this man, Jimmy Han Wu, where does he come into it all, why is
he so prominent in your reports?"

   Lieng grinned at me.

   "I was wondering if you would notice him!  Han Wu is the grandson of a
Nationalist Army General who was one of Chiang Kai Shek's henchmen in the
Nationalist, or Kuomintang Army during the1920's and 30's.  After the
defeat of the Nationalists in 1949 by the Communist forces, Chiang
retreated to Formosa, but part of the Kuomintang Army refused to settle in
Formosa, instead they moved west and south, into the hills and jungles of
Northern Burma, Thailand and Laos, and began recruiting local warlords and
bandits and organising them into criminal gangs.  They created the world's
first reliable supply of heroin, and the area they still largely control is
called The Golden Triangle.  Han Wu is part of that, but is also a powerful
and long-standing member of 14K Triad, with a foot in both camps, and many
powerful connections.  As luck would have it, we have him in custody, he
made the mistake of coming here once too often, and we apprehended him at
Chek lap Kok as he was boarding a flight to Vancouver.

   "I have been hearing some fascinating stories from him about what he's
been doing.  I'm holding him for as long as I need him to tell me things,
and he keeps telling me things, because the alternative is a dimly-lit room
and a rope in Beijing.  Under British rule, because of the laws they
insisted on saddling themselves with, he could come and go with impunity;
all he need was a good lawyer, and the Triads have lots of those.  Today,
we have a slightly more realistic approach, which is talk or hang, choose
now.  None of his mainland political connections will say a word in his
defence, otherwise we will start looking at them too, and we have plenty of
rope..."

   I was taking this all in, and I sensed Nia behind me, looked at her to
see her eyes large as she listened to our conversation.

   "Tell me, Lieng," I asked, "What do you know of his or his cronies'
involvement in the baby traficking racket, in Vietnam especially?"

   Lieng leaned closer to the screen, a look of distaste on his face.

   "I have learned much over the years of what he and his 'Snake-Head'
friends have been doing with babies, girls, slaves, it is a sickening
story, like something out of the corrupt Imperial past; babies stolen for
sale in the west, peasants kidnapped and sold as slaves to Burmese and
Laotian warlords for their poppy plantations, young girls lured away or
seized and sold into brothels in Brazil, Russia, Korea, Japan.  The babies
were always funnelled through Thailand and into Singapore, and then sold in
Canada and the US, the new Russian states.  A few have gone to England, but
not many, it is a small place, with a closed border, and it is very
difficult to slip in and out quietly, not like America, with its hundreds
of miles of unmonitored border with Canada."

   "I'm sending you a contact in Singapore who heads a unit similar to
mine, but concentrating on child trafficking.  Han Wu has been most
diligent in keeping records, and my friend in Singapore has them as well,
he will be able to do more for you there than I can here.  I think you will
be able to track your sister better with him, he has good contacts in the
west, especially in America and Canada, and I think you will have some luck
with him.  I must go now, this connection will be noticed if I keep it open
for too long, but I wish you luck!"

   He leaned towards the screen again,

   "And miss...?"

   Nia looked up, startled, as he spoke to her for the first time.

   "Do not worry, Hu Ye will protect her!"

   He broke the connection, leaving Nia looking stunned at his words.

   "Jamie, did you...!" she began, and I nodded, as stunned as she.

   "How did he know, Jamie, how did he know?" she asked me, and I could
only shake my head.

   "I don't know, princess, I really don't, but I'm glad he does!"

   I opened my message box and read off the contact Lieng had sent me.

   "Nia look at this, it's the man in Singapore, Kalbahadur Limbu, he's a
Police Inspector."

   I called the number, and was rewarded with an immediate response.

   "Hello, I would like to speak To Inspector Limbu, please, I'm calling
from England!" I said.

   "You're speaking to him," he replied, "How may I help you?"

   I switched the phone to loudspeaker and took a deep breath.  "Inspector,
My name is James Morrison, I was told to speak with you by Tang Tao Lieng
in Hong Kong, I am trying to track a child that was stolen in Vietnam, from
the Da Nang area and sold in December 1983 or January 1984; I have a
description of her..."

   The inspector interrupted me.

   "I'm sorry, Mr.  Morrison, but I have a great deal of information, about
a great many individuals, children or otherwise.  I know the case you are
talking about, Lieng was quite thorough in the materials he sent me, but I
will need some time to cross reference what you have with the material
Lieutenant Lieng has sent me.  Do you have anything other than the
information from Lieng, something that can be used to identify the child?"

   Nia sat bolt upright.

   "Jamie, the stuff you brought from Da Nang, my spreadsheet!  Tell him
yes, get an email address, we can get this to him right away!"

   I passed this on, and the inspector gave me his email, and hung up after
promising me we would speak again soon.

   Nia was in a state of high excitement now, pacing and muttering as soon
as she'd emailed her spreadsheet to the Inspector.

   "Jamie, I can feel it, we're getting somewhere at last, oh please, let
him have the stuff we need, I can't take this anymore!"

   I hugged her to me, trying to calm her down, she was almost babbling
now, talking about booking flights to Singapore in the morning, wild stuff
like that.  I managed to convince her to wait, to let Limbu do his search
through his files, then, if anything turned up, we'd start making travel
plans.

   At last I persuaded her to go back to bed, it was almost 2 am now, and I
was feeling the effects as well.  As far as I was concerned, we'd done
everything we could from this end, now it was time to wait, and hope that
the people in Singapore could come up with a lead.

   I have to admit, though, I was enjoying the paper chase; we were slowly
solving a 28 year-old puzzle, and we'd been bounced around the world with
it, but the journey had been nothing if not fascinating!  I was feeling
like Holmes and Watson, when Holmes would start a case with 'Watson, the
game's afoot'!  It finally felt as if the game was definitely now; at last
the people who could most likely help us were on-board; perhaps we were
finally going somewhere.  So far, the search through Asia, shadowy criminal
conspiracies, hip-shooting coppers and western-marshal types in the wild
places of the world, underground railways transporting drugs, slaves,
stolen babies, it all sounded like a bad pastiche of a Bond novel, only we
weren't writing the script here.

   As I climbed into bed, Nia pulled herself close to me, cuddling down
tight against me, her eyes bright in the dim light from corridor light, and
I could see the unshed tears.

   "Polar bear, how close do you think we are?  Really?" she asked me, and
I realised now was not the time to fob her off.

   "Baby Girl, I really can't guess; everything we've done so far has led
us here, now someone else has to pick it up, and I'm not going to second
guess him, not now.  Leave it alone, princess, give it time for something
to turn up; you heard the man, he has a lot of information, let his people
sort through what they can, maybe we'll hear something soon."

   That seemed to satisfy her, and she relaxed against me, and within
minutes, her deep breathing told me she'd dropped off at last.

   +++

   I woke in the early hours with Nia's tongue in my ear.  When she pulled
me off the ceiling and stopped laughing at my expression, she cuddled up
close and slid her hands inside my shorts.

   "So Jamie, is junior ready for another workout?  Well goodness me, I do
believe he is!" she smirked, holding my rapidly erecting penis as I
returned the favour and pinched her beauteous little bum gently, making her
laugh and quiver delightfully.

   Nia kissed me happily as I pulled her closer by the simple expedient of
grabbing her bum and yanking her up against me, where she immediately began
rubbing herself against my almost painfully erect cock.  I slipped my hands
inside her panties, enjoying the silky warmth of her taut cheeks as she
rubbed herself more seriously against me.

   I wanted to see more of her, so I began pulling her t-shirt off over her
head, while she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts, pushing
them down and allowing my cock to spring free into her warm hands, where
she cupped and squeezed my balls gently and slowly pumped my cock.

   My gorgeous sister is too beautiful to resist for more than a few
seconds, as if I ever would, and I slipped my hand between her thighs,
feeling her wetness as I slid a finger between her swelling labia, and
slowly rubbed her slick little pussy, making her gasp and wriggle
delightfully.  As I slid my finger into her, her nectar flowed and covered
my hand, lubricating my fingers as I slid a second finger into her, slowly
pumping her pussy, opening her lips further and making her gasp and sigh as
I frigged her pussy.  All the while, Nia kept up the pumping, squeezing
motion on my cock, masturbating me as I masturbated her.  I watched the
flush bloom on her cheeks and spread down her neck as her arousal climbed,
her grin slowly transmuting into a soft smile as we pleasured each other,
my cock aching for release, the need to fuck my beautiful Eurasian sister
becoming almost unbearable.

   At last, she let go of me, pushing me onto my back as she straddled me,
rising up as she pulled my cock into position before slowly sliding herself
down onto me with a hiss of satisfaction, her warm pussy clasping me
tightly as she began to rise and fall.  My hands slid around her waist and
up to her delicate little breasts, seeking out her sexy nipples to gently
tug , squeeze and roll them between thumb and forefinger, making her gasp
and grind herself harder against me.

   As I played with and teased her nipples, her hands covered mine,
pressing my hands against her breasts, forcing my hands to maul her nipples
as she gasped and pumped above me, working herself up, until, with a loud
gasping groan, she came, her juices flooding out of her as she orgasmed,
the ripples as she clamped and released me almost too much to bear as her
pussy squeezed and sucked at me.

   Finally, she slumped down, her heart hammering against mine as her
exertions caught up with her, her breathing fast and shallow.  When her
breathing had slowed, and the pulse in her neck had stopped fluttering
quite so visibly, she leaned up and grinned at me.

   "Thank you, Polar Bear, and now for something completely different!  You
ready, big boy?"

   For answer I flexed my cock, and her eyes danced as she grinned
wickedly. She slid off me, gasping as my cock 'popped' out of her, and
reached into the bedside night stand, to take out a tube of some sort.

   "What's that, Princess?" I asked, and she grinned again.

   "KY jelly, we're going to need it for what I've got in mind!"

   With that, she squeezed a large glob onto her finger and immediately
spread it over the head of my cock, the cold gel making my cock jump.  She
pumped me a few times, making sure I wasn't losing interest, then lay back
and pulled her legs up until her little anus was peeping at me.

   "Lubricate me, Jamie, and be generous, this is going to take some
doing!" she smiled, and I did the same she'd done for me, squeezing a large
blob of gel onto my fingertip, and then I looked at her.

   "Do it Jamie, I want this too!" she grinned, and so I spread the gel all
round and into her little hole, feeling the tightness compared to when I
fingered her pussy.  I squeezed more in there, I figured more was better
than too little, and tossed the tube of gel onto the bed.  By now my cock
was steel-hard in anticipation, I had seen this in porn videos and heard
about it, of course, but this was a new thing for us, so I wanted to go
slow and get it right, not hurt her.

   I knelt between her wide-spread thighs, and pushed her legs up again,
lifting her pelvis until her sexy little bumhole was pointed straight at
me, and I pushed myself up to the entrance to rest the tip of my cock up
against her hole.

   Nia looked me into the eyes, a wicked little smile on her face.

   "Do it Jamie, stick it in me, shove your cock in my arse, you know you
want to!" she breathed at me, and she was right, I really wanted this, so I
leaned up and began slowly pushing.  Nia began breathing in short, huffing
gasps as I pushed forward, trying not to think of the tightness surrounding
my cockhead as I tried to slide it in past her anal ring.

   Suddenly my head popped in, her ring snapping tight around the shaft of
my cock, and Nia gave a loud groan as her eyes squeezed shut.  The
tightness and constriction on my cock was delightful, the feeling as I
slowly slid forward utterly indescribable as her anal tube pulsed and
squeezed around me as I sank deeper into her.

   "Slowly Polar Bear, give me time to ...aaahhh, yesss...slower, please
baby...!" she muttered as I slowly slid in until I was all the way in, my
entire length sheathed in her glove-tight anus.  I stopped, to give her
time to get used to my cock shoved all the way up inside her arse, the
feeling of her anal tube pulsating gently around me new and very exciting.

   Eventually she opened her eyes and smiled naughtily at me.

   "Well, what are you waiting for, a written invitation?  Fuck me, Jamie!"
she giggled, and I took her at her word.  As I slid back out of her, her
breathing notched up until she was gasping as I slid nearly all the way out
of her, and when I slid back in, she almost went crazy.

   "Ooooh Yesss!!...Oh My God, Yesss Jamie, yesss, fucking Christ, yesss,
harder, Jamie, fucking HARDER!"

   With that, I pumped and pummelled, ramming my cock into her arse as hard
as I could, Nia moaning and pushing back against me, her anus rippling and
pulsing around me as she orgasmed almost continually.  I was having
difficulty in not coming myself; the sensations I was getting from fucking
Nia's arse was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and it was the
most exciting sexual act I had ever committed, all of these things playing
in my mind as I humped and pumped, my orgasm building, promising to be like
none I had ever experienced before.

   "Princess...I'm going to come, Oh, God!  " I moaned, and with that Nia
climaxed with a heartfelt scream of release, her juices squirting out of
her and over my midsection in a spray of warmth as her anal tube rippled
and clenched at me.  I couldn't hold out any more, and came with a loud
groan, my spunk roaring out of me, my cock swelling up to wedge in her
tight anal tube as I fired blast after blast of spunk at high speed into
her depths.  I felt something deep inside me convulse with the force I
came, jet after jet of high-pressure spunk bulleting out of me.  As I
bathed her insides with my seed, Nia came again, another giant orgasm
sweeping over her and making her anus constrict me even further, the jets
of spunk continuing as I literally emptied myself into her.  I think I used
up a week's worth in that one glorious shag, coming like I had never come
before, but fuck, it was worth it!

   As our mutual orgasm subsided, I lay in her arms, Nia gently and lightly
kissing my face and neck as the tails and curls of orgasm faded and died
away inside her.  The tightness of her anus was keeping me hard, and she
suddenly giggled.

   "Polar Bear, I can feel your pulse, in my bum, that's so funny!" I
started grinning as she giggled, and pretty soon I was giggling as well.

   "Just imagine, Jamie, if that was the only way to take someone's pulse,
the doctor's surgeries would be standing room only!" and I cracked up again
at the image she'd conjured up.

   Eventually the fit of giggles passed, and I was able to withdraw from
her tight little hole, spunk gushing out as I unplugged her rectum.

   "Christ, Jamie, how much of this did you do?" she laughed, holding a
cloth to herself to stem the flow of semen dribbling out of her rectum.

   "That was the dirtiest, most depraved, most fun thing I have ever done!"
she grinned, "We are definitely doing this again, just not tonight, I feel
like I've got a doorknob stuck up my bum!"

   ++++

   Nearly a week went by before we heard anything more on the subject of
Hu'e.  I was woken in the middle of the night by the house phone ringing,
and when I answered, it was Limbu, calling from Singapore.

   "Mr.  Morrison, thank you for the information you provided from
your...friend in Vietnam, it has certainly illuminated several areas we
were lacking in information.  My team has been cross-checking the
information from Lieng, and we believe we have identified the time and date
of the sale of the child known as Hu'e Vienh Lo.  A child matching the
general description you gave us of the child you are seeking, with
corresponding identifying marks, in particular the neck birthmark, was
boarded on a British Airways flight to Vancouver, in the company of a woman
claiming to be her adoptive mother on December 31, 1983.  The papers shown
appeared to be genuine, but the identity of the woman was later found to be
spurious.

   "We have reason to believe the child was 'laundered' through one of
several corrupt adoption agencies, and I have a contact in The Royal
Canadian Mounted Police Organised Crime unit in Toronto who has made a
particular study of these agencies, their owners, agents and middlemen, and
has had a lot of success in tracking down these stolen children and
bringing the criminals involved to book.  I have sent him details of your
search, plus most of the correspondence from Lieng, and I have emailed you
his details, I would suggest you call him as soon as you can."

   I was gratified that they had managed to make the connection to Canada
that had only been hinted at.  I thanked Limbu, and hung up, waking Nia to
tell her the news.

   "Princess, wake up, I have some news, wake up!"

   She was her usual alert self when first woken.

   "Huh?  Whassup, wha's goin' on Jamie?"

   I told her about the conversation I'd just had with the man in
Singapore, that they had managed to track Hu'e to Vancouver, and that I had
a contact name with the Mounties, and that come what may, we were going to
Canada; we were too close now, and I could feel the end of the chase
looming.  So could Nia, and she was ready to go, to track her sister down
at last, and make her mother's heart whole again.



   to be continued....
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