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Hell Hath No Fury Part 21 of 37
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22. F+66 Days Home Soil - Kat And Cathlines Tale.
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"So what's your plan?" Cathline said in a conspirational air.
"Easy, I ask Hassan to let us go and find some more girls for him in the
US. We then either track HER down or HER lab and change ourselves
back. Me back into Jane Norton and you can probably get your eye
restored. With our new faces the guild will not be able to find us, thus we
escape their attentions".
"Why can't we just use the equipment at our lab?" Cathline asked.
"Firstly I suspect that the version you have is out of date with what SHE
has developed, it might not be able to restore ourselves, secondly with the
'hell bitch' still running around we are in grave danger, thirdly we have
to find our husbands, SHE is the only way we can find them easily and
quickly and finally I want to be sure we can destroy her personal version
before it gets abused even more. Just think what the guild could do with
such a device!"
"You've convinced me. I still want the quiet life though" Said Cathline,
shuddering at the thought of the guild.
"Right tomorrow I'll ask Hassan"
We slept apart again. Cathline, I know wants more from our relationship
but I feel as though I would be cheating on my husband if I did anything.
I saved myself for him against all temptation and even though he is now
most likely a copy of HER I will still save myself for him . I want my first
time with a woman to be with him. Cathline understands but can't help
be disappointed, she says she'd always had a thing for Jasmine and is
finding me hard to resist. Cathline you'd better take some cold showers.
After a particularly loud feast at Hassan's table I was clearing up after his
guests. He usually stayed behind to chat to me for a while. I guess it was
his way of being with me. I don't understand why he doesn't just force
himself on me or make some move on me. He said what he was brought
up to respect those whom he loved. Kat this is getting complicated.
"Hassan?" I called.
"What is it my Jewel?"
"I have been told that your Harem is the best in the Arab world and yet
you only have 20 girls. I would like to go and get you some more from
overseas. My maid would help me and we could being you much honor
and respect. Many women overseas would desire a life like this." I said in
my most persuasive tone.
He looked very thoughtful for a while and then said
"You have indeed earned my trust and respect and tradition states that I
should let you go and do as you ask. My harem is not traditional, my
women are there because I value their company not to bring me honor
and respect. I have that already. You my Jewel are too precious to leave
here. Your maid must stay also as she is joined to you. I admire your
intentions but I must refuse.
FUCK,Now what was I going to do. I excused my self and went back to
Cathline. FUCK!
The look on my face must have told it all as Cathline broke down into
tears.
"Now what the hell are we going to do?" she sobbed.
"Dunno" I said honestly.
The next couple of weeks dragged past, Hassan could see my sorrow
growing daily. It was eating me away.
"What is wrong my jewel"
"Nothing I'm just sad you refused me permission to extend your Harem"
I lied.
He walked over and stood very close to me, his tall muscled frame
standing proud before me. His dark brown eyes looked down at me in
such love. I had seen that look of a man possessed by love before, and
normally I would be very flattered. But I love my husband .
"Why do you lie to me, are you not happy here?" He asked
"I could be happy here if my situation was different" I said.
"You may speak freely. I will not punish you" He said and gestured for
me to sit down beside him.
"I was taken against my will when my husband was in grave danger. I do
not know what fate has befallen him and think about him constantly.
Hassan If I did not love him so It would be so easy for me to love you.
You are kind,gentle and would make any woman happy. But I love him
and my heart bleeds everyday for him. I do not know if he is alive, dead
or a prisoner of fate. Another woman wanted vengeance against us and
has plotted to destroy our lives. I have been here for months, each day
sapping my will to live. You say I'm your flower, on the outside I'm
blooming but on the inside I am slowly dying." I was in tears.
"When I first saw you, I loved you. I have treated you like no girl of mine
has ever been treated before. Why, because I want you to be my princess.
All my women are as nothing compared to your grace and beauty. You
now tell me that you are married and that your love for your husband is
greater than anything I have been able to give you. I could force you to
marry me and stay here but you would wither and die before my eyes.
That would be the worst crime of all, it would make what Osman did to
your maid seem humane. Part of me wants you to stay, it says that
eventually you would come to love me and that I should be selfish. The
other realises that you cannot force love and that all that I love about you
would be gone." Tears were in Hassan's eyes.
This proud Arabian prince sat before me and cried. I put my arm around
him and we both cried together. Sometime later he said
"You and your maid may go, I will arrange papers for you and some
money. If you do not find your husband then you are welcome to return
as my wife. I will do anything in my power to help you" he said, softly.
"I will not forget you Hassan. I will return of my own free will someday,
if not to be your wife but to thank you. Can I go and tell my maid"
"Certainly, I will fly you to where you want to go. I will get your things
packed for you".
I ran upstairs to tell Cathline.
"Cath,"
"What !" she said grumpily.
"How'd you fancy a big mac?" I asked.
"Hassan's going to deliver one is he" She said in sarcastic tones.
"I thought we could get our own" I said gleefully.
"WHAT,HOW,WHY WHEN" Cathline was ecstatic. We hugged each
other and celebrated.
Beware 'Hell Bitch' the Kat is coming back.
Hassan flew us to Cairo International airport, he had managed to retrieve
Cathline's papers from the guild(don't ask me how) and had given me
some new ones. Mine were special, diplomatic papers I could travel
anywhere and get diplomatic immunity. I was now Jasmine Stephens(my
choice not his mind you) diplomat and ex Harem Girl. Hassan must have
some really powerful friends.
"Goodbye my jewel" Hassan was crying again as we went to board the
plane.
"Goodbye Hassan and thank you and I kissed him for the first and last
time.
"Go now, let me remember you as you are" He said and walked slowly
away.
We boarded the plane and as we took off and left our bondage behind I
couldn't help but think of the trials that lay ahead. Cathline was asleep
next to me, as was most of the passengers. I remembered back to when I
boarded the plane, the surprised looks of those aboard that Jasmine was
going to be flying with them. I'll just have to get used to it for a while.
I asked a hostess if she could provide me with any news from home that
had happened in the past few months. She said she'd see what she could
do but a little later on they would be showing news broadcasts from the
States. Time to get some rest.
"Wake up sleepy head, we're only an hour away from home." Cathline
prodded me awake.
"What's the news?" I asked.
"Don't know it's due on in a few minutes, why?"
"I want to know what's been going on. We will need to be abreast of
current events before we go after HER' I said.
"Shh it's starting" Cathline said.
"This is Stephanie Lane back from her vacation reporting on the latest
developments on the Bexley Murder case"
BEXLEY MURDER CASE!!!
"What!" I exclaimed.
"Shh" Cathline hissed.
"Since the unfortunate and tragic death of her parents some three weeks
ago, Dr Bexley has been more reclusive than ever. Only her lawyer has
been able to see her and she is reported to be eating little. The trial,
which is due to start in a little over six weeks time promises to be the
most avidly followed since the trial of OJ Simpson. Nobody expects Dr
Bexley to be found innocent of the brutal murder of Jane Norton nee
Stephens but the real question that has been bugging America for the last
few months is why in hell would she do it?"
My God what has he done! Cathline has gone very quiet. No it can't be...
"I've failed, my husband is Elizabeth Bexley" I said tearfully. The only
thing worse than death is the death of hope. I must NOT give in.
Stephanie Lane continued.
"Robert Abbey is expected to present medical evidence that Dr Bexley
was traumatised when the shooting took place but it is not known how
much of an effect this will have on the proceedings. The nation saw the
compassionate side of Dr Bexley when Rachel Martin came to visit her at
her parents funeral. Supporters of the trauma theory state that this proves
Dr Bexley was not herself at the time of the shooting.
In other news
What has happened to Rachel Martin? She disappeared several weeks
ago and has not been seen since. She is reported by her agent to be very
upset at the death of Dr Bexley parents as it has re-opened up all the old
wounds of her own parents deaths. Stories that Rachel Martin tried to
commit suicide when the news was announced have proven unfounded.
She is said to be on her island retreat until she feels able to work again.
Having met Rachel know what a sensitive and caring person she is,
Rachel if you are hearing this we all wish you well. The world needs it's
moments of perfect beauty."
The screen went off I turned to Cathline but she had moved to another
seat. Could the Jane Stephens killed at JFK really have been John?
Cathline, judging by her behaviour seems to think so. What can I do I
need her, she knows 'the hell bitch' better than anyone.
The 'hell bitch' had obviously won this round. My husband was now a
copy of HER. I could see what he had done. I had deduced that SHE had
swapped with me and he had left before HER. He then lay in wait for
HER to arrive assuming that she would stay in my body. He had then
killed her in cold blood for what she had done to us, knowing that this
was his only chance of revenge. Except of course that SHE would not be
as stupid as to put herself in such danger. She would have changed form
again before leaving Egypt and led John into a trap with tragic
consequences. The 'Hell Bitch' is even more evil than I had thought, she
deliberately set John up as a Judas-Goat in case of this event. She is safe
as everyone thinks that Elizabeth Bexley is in prison, whilst she is free to
run around. Once again pure speculation but it does seem to fit. Cathline
of course wouldn't believe a word of it.
We didn't speak for the rest of the flight and the silence lasted until we
were finally thru customs. Cathline was about to call a cab.
"Cathline, wait" I called.
"He's dead and YOU killed him. Now go away and leave me" She
shouted at me, her face a vision of fury.
"Don't be stupid how was he to know. He must have thought John was
HER.Listen we need each other" I cried at her.
"I don't need you at all. Your husband can die for all I care, what chance
did he give John?" And Cathline stormed off.
"Cathline" I called but she had gone.
There is no other place for me to go but home. I need to think what my
next plan of action is going to be. Why did he do something as stupid as
that! I'm going to miss him over Christmas. I wonder if I'm allowed to
visit him. Hmm maybe not I expect SHE is keeping an eye out for me.
My freedom needs to be kept secret for a while longer. If I'm careful
maybe SHE will make a mistake.
F+92 Days
23 F+93 Voice From The Grave - Cathlines Tale.
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John, Oh John why did you have to die? What did you do in those last
few days whilst I was being tortured, what did you do?
I can't believe you are gone. Every day I was in that hell hole of a
dungeon, every time I look in the mirror at my ruined eye I think of what
I went thru to get back to you.Even in the comparative luxury of Hassan's
palace I still waited for you. Now you are gone,buried under another
name in a body that was not your own. What have I done?
I fight back the tears. The cab draws up at our house, my house now and
drops me off. Someone has been keeping an eye on the place as the lawns
are cut and the house shows no sign of being empty for the last five
months. I turn the key in the door and go inside.
Every part of me expects John to be here but deep down I know that will
not happen. I sit alone in my large, empty home and weep for John. I
realise that Kat had nothing to do with John's death but her husband was
directly responsible. No matter his plight I cannot forgive that.
Not since I lost my eye in that hell pit have I felt this bad. My mind is
confused. Is Dr Bexley really the bad guy in all this as Kat suggested or
was it just wild speculation. Kat sounded so convincing in that room,
sitting proud in all her splendour but I KNOW Liz. I still love her even
after what she did to Kat and her husband.
Liz needs me right now, as I need her and Kat can go to hell.
I couldn't bare to sleep in our old bed so I took the spare room, even that
held memories. I lay down in darkness, listening to the sounds of the
night and cried myself to sleep.
I was awoken by a loud knocking at the door "Cathline,John is that you
in there?"
I peered out of the window and saw that it was Vickie Turner. She went
to the kitchen window and looked inside. What should I do? She can
probably tell me what has happened to Liz.
I quickly put on my dressing gown and ran down to answer the door.
"Vickie, It's me Cathline" I called.
Vickie whirled around as if found guilty of talking in class, took one look
at me and screamed "Holy Shit"
"I know my hairs a mess but that's a bit strong" I answered.
"What the hell happened to you?,where have you been?, where's John?,
did you know Liz is in gaol?" Questions flooded out from Vickie
"Slow down and I'll tell you, now please come inside" I said.
We did so "Sorry I've only been here since last night so all can offer you
is some water" I said.
"Fine" was the reply.
I made Vickie a glass of water and gave it to her.
"What the hell happened to you?" She asked.
"John's dead" I sobbed.
"I, I'm sorry. How did it happen?" She asked.
"He, he was shot" I stuttered out.
Should I tell her the full story? No not until I know more, like where Liz
is for instance.
"I don't know what to say. Do you want to talk about it?" She asked
"Yes I do , if you don't mind"
I told her everything but changed a few details such as what Liz had done
to Kat and her husband and the fact that John had been a copy of Kat
when flew over.
"You've been through the most terrible ordeal. I think I would have
curled up and died long before you did. I can't imagine it. One thing
about your story puzzles me though." Vickie was still in shock over my
tale.
"What's that?"
"When you were away I did some checking. It seems as though John
didn't go with you on the plane, a woman did, Jane Norton. She looked
exactly like the woman who Liz shot at JFK a while ago. The records
also show that another Jane Norton, married name Stephens flew out on
her honeymoon a few days later. This Jane Norton matches the
description of the woman you travelled with to Egypt. What IS going
on."
FUCK now I must tell her more of it.
"How are the tests going for our DNA drug?" I asked.
"Very well, we should have FDA approval next year sometime, Why?"
Vickie asked.
"Keep this very quiet, if this gets out the company is in deep shit. Liz and
I, well decided to test the drug on a human" I admitted.
"WHAT! Of all the irresponsible, stupid" Vickie shouted.
"You remember that John had slept with Jennifer Porter a while back, on
some fling. It was all around the labs. I got fired over it"
"Yes, I remember it well. You two were at each other throats like two
cats." Vickie Said.
"Liz and I wanted some fun with John. Liz obtained a DNA sample from
this Jane Norton and we slowly turned John into her over a few days. Just
to teach him a lesson about women."
"Hmmm, carry on. You are quite right. If this gets out we'll all be in
deep shit. So John was infact the Jane Norton that flew out with you."
Vickie said, still bemused.
"That's right. Liz paid for us to go to Egypt on a second honeymoon."
"So why do you think John is dead, wasn't that Jane Stephens shot dead
at JFK. ?"
"It wasn't the real Jane Stephens. Liz killed John at the airport" I said
tearfully.
"How do you know, Why? Vickie was looking confused.
"Because I met the real Jane Stephens in my Harem. " I stated.
"So Liz shot John by mistake"
"Something like that"
Why was I still protecting Kat? Maybe it was because I deep down part of
me believed her story. However Liz would never be so evil as to set me
and John up. I needed proof of whose side to be on. At the moment I was
on Liz's, I didn't like what she had done to Kat but I could see the logic
in it. I still love Liz after all.
"If I wasn't working on the drug myself I wouldn't believe a word of it.
Still don't really. Liz really came down on us if we bypassed procedures
once." Vickie said amazed.
"I know it's hard to believe" Cathline replied.
"I don't think we should try and cover this up. This information needs to
be told. I think you should give Stephanie Lane a call. She won't divulge
anything that cannot be proven or hurts the innocent but it could save our
butts and the companies. If we try and hide things and people find out we
are really stuffed. How will people react when we release our product on
the market. They will eventually put two and two together and KNOW
you two did human trials before we had approval" Vickie Stated.
"Maybe you're right, let me think on it"
"Listen I got a package from John, dated the day he was killed. The letter
stated that it must only be opened by you and given to you when you
return. It feels like some kind of book. Hold on I'll go and get it."
Half an hour later she returned with a small book shaped package, which
she then gave to me.
"Do you want me to stay here, while you read it?" She asked.
"I'll be fine. I'll call if I need you"
"Fine, Oh and thanks for sharing. I 'm here if you need me" And Vickie
left.
I opened the parcel. A small beaten up looking notebook fell out with a
letter. I picked the letter up and started to read.
"Dearest Cathline
I am writing this letter and sending you my journal so that you
know how much I love you. Why are you leaving me to be with
that Bexley bitch?
I still love you inspite of everything that has happened, all I ask
is that you read my story and maybe you can find it in your heart
to speak to me when I return.
All My Love
John
XXXXX"
Why did he think I was leaving him.? I started to read the journal.
"I tried to fight my way through the crowds towards Cathline. In
my old body I may have been able to do it but with this one I
was helpless. I last saw her stretch out a hand towards me
shouting 'John' but soon she was swept away from me.
I went back to the hotel to wait for her return as she is bound to
arrive soon. In the meantime I'll try on some of the gifts we had
brought for each other. Cathline was right I will make the most
of this body while I can. I feel much more sexy now and am
ready when she is. I've had enough of touching my self up I
want a real woman now. "
I read on in tears for most of the time, each tick of the clock in the
silence of my home reminded me that I was now alone. John how I miss
you.
24. F+ 74 days Threads Revealed- The Journalists Tale.
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Another excellent day. I got a call from Dr and Mrs Bexley. Apparently
they want to meet me to talk to me and give me their side of the story.
There is one downside to it though and that's no cameras, which is a
shame. Oh well we're here and I knock on the door of Dr and Mrs
Bexley's hotel room.
"Hi you must be Stephanie Lane" Dr Bexley said as he answered the
door.
"In the flesh, mind if I come in"
"Not at all. " he said and I went inside.
"Margaret, this is Stephanie Lane the reporter" He added.
"Hello Mrs Bexley" I said.
"Ms Lane, we have asked you hear to let the our side of the story be
known. You are recognised as one of the most honorable journalists and
your interview with Rachel Martin showed us that you could be trusted in
delicate matters" She said.
"Thank you, I do my best to report only proven truths. Now what can I do
for you?" I said.
"Please take a seat, I'll order some coffee" Dr Bexley said.
"White with one sugar" I called out.
A couple of hours later and I had their part in this down. I got the feeling
that Mrs Bexley was hiding something that she didn't want to talk about.
I've no idea what it was,just call it gut feel. Hmm maybe they'll tell me
when they get back. They tell me that Robert Abbey is having difficulty
in putting a defense together but cannot tell me what his line of thought
is.
Back at the office I'm working late on this. Even Dean's gone home,
thank God. Mind you he has treated me with some respect recently.What
does seem puzzling is that the Dr Elizabeth Bexley people knew seems a
completely different Dr Bexley as to the one in prison at the moment.
The one before that trip to Egypt was fun loving, outward going and had
an air of royal aloofness about her. She was concerned for all things.
>From the way her parents described her she wouldn't hurt a fly. The Dr
Bexley inside Gaol is cold, reclusive and almost in trauma. She is
confused as to who she is(a man turned into Dr Bexley!!) and other times
she is almost back to her normal self.
The other strange thing is that tattoo she's had done. Apparently it goes
from her thigh and winds around her body until it ends on her breasts.
>From what everyone tells me Dr Bexley was so proud of her body and
was known to work out several hours a day. Now I've nothing against
people getting tattoo's done but what she did does not fit in with what
I've been told. What happened to Dr Bexley in Egypt to make her change
like this?
The other confusing thing is that in intelligence tests done on her since
she came back from Egypt she has been scoring around the 125 mark. Dr
Bexley's IQ is known to be above 160. Her whole psychological profile
has changed. It's like she's a different person. Maybe this story Dr
Bexley is telling(of really being a man that is) has some truth in it. If I go
public with this though now I'll be laughed out. Maybe some sleazy
tabloid will pick it up but that'll be it the end of Stephanie Lane's career.
No she's probably just in shock.
I went home about midnight, which because of current workload was an
early night for me. I need a vacation.
There was a real buzz about the place when I came in at 6am the next
day. I caught Dean on his way to a meeting.
"Hey Dean, what's going on" I called.
"Get to the hospital now. Dr and Mrs Bexley have been killed in an auto
accident I need you to report on it NOW. Steve will fill you in"
Shit Poor Dr Bexley. I wonder how this will affect the trial. Still gotta
rush.
The next couple of weeks flew by. I was working longer and longer on
two things. First the Bexley case and the second on the disappearance of
Rachel Martin.
Vickie Turner's information does check out though and it's left me very
puzzled. The only explanation I can think of is that Cathline Richards
was travelling with another woman using false papers Interrupting my
chain of thought Dean called me into his office.
"Steph. You need a break. You've been working solid for months now
without a single day off. I'm concerned for you. Listen the Bexley trial
isn't for a few weeks why don't you go and sun yourself somewhere for a
while. I need you to be sharp"
"But Dean I'm close to something. I can feel it" I complained.
"That's an order. Now go and don't come back for two weeks"
Humph I hate forced vacations. OK I may as well go somewhere fun. I
know I've got just the place.
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