Thursday, June 30, 2011

Wayne Douglas - The Job (First Day) (Short Story)

The move to California wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The new condo was fifty miles north of Los Angeles in a nice neighborhood. Work was two miles away with very little traffic. The only time I would have to go into the city would be when running errands for the new boss.

Monday morning I went to the school and got my son registered for the special education class. We had a prior meeting with the teacher and a tour of the class, so my son was not completely stressed out when I left him. I have to admit I am sick to my stomach about all this change at once. It is bad enough starting a new job but up rooting my kid too was enough to push me over the edge.

Wayne lives in a gated community so I checked in with the security guard before I could go in. I pulled into the driveway of this Mediterranean style house with a tile roof. A large fountain took center stage in the rounded driveway, with a large black truck off to the right. This truck was massive dual cab with a long bed all jacked up on big black wheels. Men and their toys.

Wayne answered the door in his underwear, apparently the look on my face said it all because all he did was smile and say get used to it I'm not shy. Amused with himself he told me to make myself at home while he ran upstairs to put some clothes on.

When he came back he had a hire package with him. Standard stuff health insurance, w-2, 401k etc. While filling the paperwork out his cell phone rang, he handed it to me and said tell my mother that he was on the other line. I chatted with her for about five minutes, introducing myself and other pleasantries.

He received a text message a couple minutes later that said "I like her." I had passed the test, at least his mom's test anyway. Wayne said that he talks to his mom about everything so it's no wonder that she called.

He faxed my hire packet to the management company and showed me to my office. A previous assistant put together a daily schedule so I at least had a place to start. Wayne said to figure out what I could and then ask questions. OK, I was on my own. I took a deep breath and dug in.


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Dreams, Will Power And Success

The monsoon in the hilly area and plush green surroundings was exhibiting a unique scenic beauty. It made a profound impact on young Richard. He was untiringly working hard to get sufficient funds to look after his ailing mother. He was feeling energetic and enthusiastic as he was aiming of fulfilling his dream of becoming an able and perfect human being. He wishes to become an icon; a beacon to the younger generation. He remembered his mother's advice, "Acquire knowledge, and be honest and kind, especially to needy and deserving people." She also emphasised that in the event of difficulties and troubles, always face them with confidence and fervour. His mother's will power was affecting them in a constructive fashion. She always expressed a satisfactory look on her face, concealing her agony and pain to herself. Her dream of seeing her children go through the university and get a degree was the sole aim in her life.

Richard was barely ten years old when his father passed away. His younger sister was eight years old. He failed to realise the family without a father. He could only see his mother as a source of inspiration and guidance. At times he felt a vacuum in his life. He felt that something was missing, and he needed a shoulder to cry. It was his tender age and young shoulder to bear the burden of a family. On the other hand, he was feeling a transformation of personality. He was progressively becoming a matured person and responsible young lad.

Ms. Jennifer Oswald has become a widow at a very young age. She was survived by two children; a son and a daughter. She realised her responsibilities and reconciled to the facts of life. These children have inculcated values and harmony of passage of life, through her teachings. She always narrated inspirational stories and encouraged them to be bold and extrovert. She guided them towards a rightful path and taught them to respect human values. She knew her terminal ailment and meagre income to sustain it. She was making their roots strong and powerful, to withstand the harsh realities of life.

After few years, her health deteriorated further, but she determined with a desire to live until she accomplished her dream. It was the sheer determination and will power to fight all the odds. Richard was continually facing an array of uncertainties. Jennifer could read his face and understood what was bothering him. She asked Richard to accompany her along with his younger sister Jasmine to a park on the Sunday morning. They finished their breakfast and went to the church. After the mass, they all went to the park. The lively environment, beautiful partly cloudy day and soft green carpet of grass were really refreshing their mind and heart. They all sat down on the grass, and she asked them to pay attention to what she was going to talk to them. She started with a broad smile and made them comfortable.

She asked jasmine, 'How do you feel being lonely and what you expect in life?'

Little Jasmine was, initially, dumb founded, and she replied that she will be like her mother and smiling all the time. She also said that she would be a good human being.

Both Jennifer and Richard laughed and appreciated Jasmine's excellent answer. She then asked Henry, 'What you expected to do and achieve in life?'

Richard replied with confidence and with an authority. He said that he would accomplish her dream and prove he is worthy of salt.

Jennifer then asked Richard to listen to her carefully. Jasmine suddenly felt unsecured as her mother's tone became a bit serious. Jasmine hugged her and looked puzzle. Jennifer smiled and asked the children to remember her advice and remained attached to each other. She told the children that she is suffering from terminal disease, and doctors have numbered her days. In the event of her death, she wanted her children to remain calm and resolute. She asked Richard to complete his education and look after the young Jasmine. She emphasised that they should refrain from getting nervous and disheartened. She quoted a famous proverb." God helps those who help themselves." She finally hugged the children and asked young Jasmine to be calm and patient. She expressed her desire to see Richard and Jasmine to go through the university and complete their degree. Richard looked upward and said solemnly; oh God! Let my mother's wish come through. They all hugged each other and returned home for yet another task and a dream to be fulfilled.

Jennifer went to the hospital for a routine checkup. The doctor gave another extension of few more months of her life. Each visit to the doctor gave her a fresh lease of life and her strength and willpower leaps and bond forward. The hide and seek between life and death continued for a decade, and Richard was moving forward towards his destination. The hardship was progressively mounting pressure on the Jennifer and her family. They have individually and collectively weathered all the odds and face the realities with a smile. Finally, Richard completed his undergraduate degree and took her mother along with him for the convocation ceremony. It was the most precious occasion for the entire family. After the ceremony, they all returned home and had dinner together. After the dinner, Jennifer asked Richard and Jasmine to wait in the living room. She went to her bedroom and returned with two small boxes wrapped in a gift wrapper and gave one each to both the children. They opened the boxes and amazed to see an awesome piece of crystal and a beautiful set of a pen and a pencil. They thanked their mother and retired to their respective bedrooms.

The following morning the children noticed that their mother was still asleep. They went in her bedroom to see if she needed any help. They noticed that she has passed away holding couple of envelopes in her hand. Richard and Jasmine have opened the envelopes addressed to them and read her last communication.

Dear Richard,

It appears that God has been very kind and magnanimous to listen to our prayers. You have successfully completed your university degree in spite of all the hardship and great inconvenience. Probably, I may not be there to witness your further progress; however, you must continue to reach the dizzy height of success and fame. Please remember God and thank Him for His kindness and magnanimity. Always be kind to people and help the needy. You must keep the honour and dignity and fear nobody. The fear will make you weak and failure. You must look after your sister and always be a shadow to her.

I am ending my letter, and I sincerely apologize to you that I provided meagre worldly comforts. My poor health and limited resources restricted my desires. God blesses you for your success and well being (Amen).

Love,

Jennifer

Jasmine has opened her letter and read it with heavy heart. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. This letter was the last communication from Jennifer to Jasmine.

Dear Jasmine,

I know you are my most darling child and such a pretty little princess. You are a much matured and very well behaved girl in that county. The school and college teaching staff and students vouch for it. I am advising you to be bold and brave. You must develop a habit of listening attentively to every single person you come in contact in your daily life. Always think twice prior to speaking. Once you have spoken then you will become a slave to the spoken words. Remember to appreciate the smallest gesture extended to you by an individual or a group. You must be generous and give towards charity even you have meagre and insufficient funds.

Please convey my love and regard to the hospital staff and the doctor, besides all the neighbours. Now, I will sleep and I love you my child. God blesses you for your success and well being (Amen).

Love,

Jennifer

The funeral was attended by all the residents of the community, children's college teaching staff and their colleagues. Her doctor and few nurses were also present for the burial ceremony. The priest decided to read the letters written by Jennifer to her children. When he finished reading the letters; tears were in the eyes of every individual. Richard and Jasmine thanked and promised to fulfil their mother's unfinished task. Both have continued their journey in the direction of dream destination.

A gentle breeze was blowing and ruffling of tree leaves were making a melodious musical node. It was soothing to the ears of both the children. They looked into each other's eyes and nodded in unison. Jennifer's sweet voice yet powerful in its entity, was reverberating in their ears. The famous few couplet of Longfellow she used to recite frequently:

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream! -

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.


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An Excerpt of Amaranth: Book One of The Resistance Trilogy

Excerpt- CHAPTER 6: La Bise

I felt the car slowing, then he glanced into the rearview mirror and gently steered the car off to the side of the road, putting it in to park. The only sound now was of crickets outside.

I shifted my body in my seat and looked around, confused. All I could see around us was the field and some trees, along with a breathtaking number of stars above us. The moon was full against the dark sky. The humidity began to suffocate me, but the silence that now filled the car demanded my attention.

"What's wrong?" I practically whispered.

He sat casually in the driver's seat and placed one arm on the armrest, then turned to look at me. "Do you always have to know what I'm thinking? I thought you were so good with silence." He flashed his signature killer smile. "Please do explain."

"It's different. I don't know. Your silence makes me uncomfortable. But in a good way. I mean, I want to know what you're thinking. All the time. I don't feel that way around other people. And you don't exactly wear your emotions on your sleeve."

"I don't?"

"No." I paused. "But you reveal a lot when you're thinking."

He didn't break his stare, just motioned with his hands for me to continue.

I shrugged. "I mean, your silence says a lot. I can see you processing your thousands of thoughts... see you analyzing them. But I can't see the thoughts themselves. It makes me curious. Makes it harder to be quiet with you. I constantly want to hear you." I realized I was rambling, so I waited for him to respond.

"That sounds like it's frustrating for you," he said. "Especially since I told you that your thoughts are transparent to me."

"To say the least." I laughed.

"If it makes you feel any better, I only meant I can see you're genuine. It's proof that you act and think exactly as you feel. And I like that." He reached out in the darkness, and I felt him take my hand.

"Okay, but... why did you stop again?"

"You're relentless."

"You're dodging."

"Well if you really must know, seeing you get all worked up about that song made me think about how crazy I am about you, that's all." He leaned toward me across the armrest, lifted his head slightly to peer at me, his faint smile making an inexcusable assault on my lungs. "And just think, it's only a twenty-first-century rock band. What would you say if we listened to Mozart or Beethoven? I don't know if I could handle an outburst of that proportion."

"You wouldn't have to." I swallowed nervously, suddenly aware of his intention. "Beethoven? That expression of love can't be verbalized."

I knew it was coming, but his face being this close to mine was something I hadn't had time to get used to. Each time his skin had touched mine before now, in even the minutest of ways, I became faint. Now the proximity of his mouth was making my heart pound straight out of my chest. I had never felt this way about anyone. It terrified me.

"You're right," he declared, nodding. "It's only felt." He leaned in farther, placed his hand on the side of my face, pulling me toward him. I didn't flinch, as I so often did when Andrew touched me. Instead, I welcomed him. I was fiercely aware that the instant his mouth touched mine, I was no longer my own. He would love me or break me, the choice was his.

He slid his hand underneath my hair around the back of my neck. His fingertips glided over my skin, giving me goose bumps. Nope, definitely not the same chills Andrew gave me.

"Breathe, Camille," he whispered. "I won't bite." He chuckled softly. "But I would like to kiss you."

I let a small breath escape my unreliable lungs as I nodded. The soft collision of his lips on mine shocked me with a jolt of pure electricity. My thought of a moment before had been correct. There would be no more war permitted in my mind's battlefield, for I had surrendered to being made his immortal captive.
Our lips parted and I lifted my hand to graze my fingers across the scar on his forehead. Looking into his eyes, my fresh existence inhaled, desperate for its first breath of air.

"Camille? You all right?" He sounded winded. No words yet. "Camille. Talk to me. Are you all right love?" He looked concerned now.

Still nothing.

"Camille?" He grasped the sides of my face.

Finally, an alien on a new planet, I made my attempt at communication with the beautiful creature in front of me. "What are you?" I gasped, my eyes locked on his.

"Uh... excuse me? What?" His look of concern turned to confusion.

"No human being can possibly have this effect on someone," I repeated, still fascinated with my new discovery. "What are you?"

He backed away slowly, leaned back in the driver's seat. "Camille, I didn't know kissing you would..." He hesitated at my smile, took a deep breath. "I mean, I didn't know a human being could have that effect either." He leaned back toward me, relaxed again. "You have no idea how good this feels."

I laughed, more comfortable now with my foreign acquaintance. "Believe me, you couldn't possibly be more surprised than me right now."

Residing in Orlando, Florida, Rachael Wade is the author of Amaranth, the first installment of the paranormal fantasy romance series, The Resistance Trilogy. She is a member of the FF&P (Futuristic, Fantasy, and Paranormal) Special Interest Chapter of the Romance Writers of America, and her work recently appeared in The Storyteller magazine. Visit http://www.rachaelwade.com/ for more information.


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Erwin Van Buren's Son (A Real Love Story)

Sherwood Van Buren the son of Erwin Van Buren a drunk and loafer whom everyone said Sherwood would someday end up being just like-meaning, ending up on skid road, that stigma was branded on young Sherwood like the "A" that was worn by Hester Prynne, in Nathanial Hawthorne's "The Scarlet Letter" as if imprinted in the flesh, surely in the mind. I say had been, it no longer was-he had become a man of means.

The more he thought of Mary Peters, the more persistently he built so confidently his dream of a life to be spent with her. There he stood by the river looking at the silent moving water. She was fair, that is to say, she was not beautiful, to look at, but one that definitely told him he wanted her for his wife. His dreams were not full of making love to her, having her arms around his body and them kissing each others lips; oh no, instead his nightly dream world, his daydreaming life, with a fulsome heart, simply wanted a life lived with her. He wanted her to walk beside him, down the streets of the city, to show up suddenly at his office door, to sit outside by the water fountain-as he gazed into her eyes-and have her inquiry on his day, his convictions, his hopes and goals and values. And in the evening after dinner he would like her to sit by a hearth, feel the warmth of the fire, waiting for him to join her. Knowing as he sat down by her, by the flickering lights in the fireplace and listening to the crackling sounds of the longs burning, all the charm that surrounded him; until now, until this very moment, was but a depraved way of life to be lived, until this very moment-whereupon began life more fully and completely. To get to this moment, he had stopped excessive drinking, walking the streets, and no longer seeking old company.

He knew he loved her, from his hotel room looking out the window he'd look down upon the Mississippi River, watching he boats afar, with their lights, thinking of her. He imagined her in the room, behind him, her hands combing through his hair, all the quiet ways of a woman, yet she had strength, and was smart, perhaps from her good living, this he admired too.

He forgot the illuminating moment during which he had decided he would ask her to marry him, but it was a silent moment between them, when he had this predetermined certainty that she belong to him-that she was by definition, a part of him. Oh yes, his mind was flooded with screeching thoughts at that moment, but something in her had taken hold of him, perhaps both being curious of each others curiosity about one another, they seemed to want to be led the way onto the road they both wanted to travel.

And now he had fallen to sleep at the St. Paul Hotel, and Mary Peters, came to visit him in his dreams. It was a nightmare, he saw her suffering face. How could this be, he asked himself, sitting up on his bedside, wiping sweat off his brow! He seemingly had built so self-assuredly, with poise a dream schema for him and her, each and every night, looming as if it was a soap opera.

He had found out that very day, she had gone to Europe with her family, and so he kept his mind on his business, not allowing himself to be absorbed in thoughts of her. She did not know of the ardent desire he had for her, but his reasoning was, 'How could she not know of his feeling for her," although neither one said a word on the matter to one another. He wrote her several letters, tore them up, and she did likewise. In one letter he wrote, "In all this big whole world, someone once wrote there are only three persons who will match up perfectly for any one person, if indeed you can find that one out of three, to marry, before she gets caught up or entangled into the masses: thus, you are doing great, as for the rest, it's potluck."

Well, maybe there was some truth to it, or half-truth he thought. In any case, he said "This must be the one." He had had many an affair, and now he met one of those three, out of billions and billions of people. This miracle of miracles, he told himself would have reawakened anyone to old hidden desires, one he thought he had for another girl long ago while in High School.

He left his hotel office and walked down by the Robert Street Bridge, looking over and down upon the Mississippi River, how calm it looked, this afternoon. Then he walked over to Rice Park watching the children of the city play.

"Mr. Van Buren, Sherwood Van Buren!" Yelled a voice across the street, he had been sitting on a bench. The spring breeze and the lightly wet grass, was comforting. He tried to look up to get a better look, and lo and behold, there was an old friend-figurative speaking-familiar face that is, "By gosh," he said to the person inside of him "that's Miss Sybil Ramsey," a most shapely and beautiful girl he had known at High School, whom both attended the University of Minnesota at the same time, and had many a conversation over a sandwich between classes, during those long college days. She was dressed to kill, but then she was always dressed to kill. He tried to pay her no attention, but her insistent calling, made him stand up and wave. And she joined him. It had been five years since they had both graduated, although he had seen her from a distance on a few occasions at the Emporium and Golden Rule shopping with her parents. Her family was in politics, and he himself, now was of a high office position at Swift & Company, out in the stockyards in South St. Paul, the second largest stockyards in the nation next to Chicago.

"We might have that talk we never had while at the University," she said. He had liked her very much at one time; they had been engaged for one whole week, and when they broke up, they had set a date to talk about it, neither one had showed up at the appointed destination; her because she didn't know where he'd end up in life, and him because he was fearful he could never support her standard, or style of living. She was more likened to a princess with high maintenance, but a kind and noble princess. Matter-of-fact, at times he felt she was far above him, too far above him to ever reach, this kind of thinking was no longer in his subconscious, he had come a long way in life, he had come from the dark side of the city also, she, from the more lit and glamorous side. She smiled at him, as they sat down, her cheeks rosy.

"I have been thinking of you," she commented "I've heard good things that you are going places, that you're an executive with great ideas." And as much as he wanted to get away from her, he wanted to stay by her: a serious look coming into her eyes.

"After all this time, what have we got to say to each other?" said Sherwood, blunter than ever, no longer giving her that air of superiority over him. Sybil watched him steadily. "I have a lot of things to tell you, to say to you," she announced. He never did forget Mary Peters, for that few months they seemed to have followed one another like two quails chasing the wind.

The certain light he had for her was now a tinge dimmer. But isn't it so true, 97% of people are married to the wrong people. And men are so attractive to the physical. They married Sybil and Sherwood, and Mary lived a long and lonely life, with an intense waiting look on her face, for Sybil to die, so she could marry Sherwood. She stayed with that idea throughout her life, it had seemed to her she had arrived at some kind of zenith, some end for her, and perhaps a starting point for Sherwood, who's to say. Had you asked Sherwood, he would have said, "I found two of the three women soul mates, the perfect companions for me on this earth, made for me, and married one, both rich, both smart, both having given me vague shadowy uncertainties at first, and I do have reflective moments of Mary, I cannot brush them away, but what assurance do you have with anybody?"

Henceforward, he found some enormous realization out of all of this, and followed a moment of fear perhaps. How little he really knew of her, of Mary-sometimes we put horns on people to justify our next intended move, I can't say he did that, but I'm pretty sure he felt he didn't know her way of thought. And as for Sybil, he knew her inside and out, he knew her even in Junior High School, he knew her strong serious little face, her mild curiosity, her vast mind, he did not have to build an instant idea of her, and he knew her, and she knew him.

Years later, Sybil had said to Sherwood one evening sitting by the hearth, feeling the warmth of the heat, looking into the flickering flames, a glass of chilled wine in her hand, she said to Sherwood laying her head on his shoulder, "I had been thinking we might marry someday, I was hoping you'd prove to be a good businessman, you and I, after I read in the society section, that you were courting Miss Mary Peters, I figured you and I, could get things done. And when I read Mary went to Europe for an extended period, I figured she went to think things out, and this would be my last opportunity. I knew you liked making money, and I knew you like me."

Said Sherwood, in response to this statement: "Why should you have been thinking anything of the sort?" "Because I knew you were one of the few men on earth I could marry," and they both began to laugh, one not knowing why the other one was laughing, perhaps for the same reason. Sherwood faced her. "That's absurd!" "Before I liked you Sherwood," she remarked with deep sincerity, "I loved you, now I have both. I did not expect things to workout this way, you know me, but somehow I always knew I'd marry you in the end."

No: 794 (4-12-2011) SA


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Being Angela Gheorghiu's Lover

There is something about being the lover of a passionate woman like Angela Gheorghiu that makes all forms of sexuality as natural as starting a conversation. It being sort of like when one is not well acquainted with someone, one might have initial problems in starting a conversation yet once the ice has been broken then all one need do is commence talking when one wishes to say something. This situation replicated when being the lover of some one whose mere image or fragrance strikes one's desires as to make all seem like part of a dream in which words are not required to engage in all that be of the flesh.

All seeming as if part of a story which has already been written yet we are merely playing out with the desire of those who seek to know that which awaits them. This being how it takes shape when I see Angela bending her body that her dress might elevate to allow my sight to taste her stockings of silk while hands remove satin of inconvenience to my root finding the paradise it seeks in her rose. All in an act of such nearness to nature as the rain which the sky releases or the rising of the yellow ball of fire in the mornings to descend when her time has passed to provide light to other parts of our world.

Thus does it feel when Angela and I commence making love in ways that never repeat but find originality on every occasion or such does it seem as we in but seconds transcend from merely being in each other's society to where our bodies cling on to the other. This as if life itself were in risk if thus was not the case. Angela also encountering ways to equal mine in number and originality as to how to bring about surprise in to our acts. Angela's face being as angel in innocence as she without notice or warning suddenly promotes her foot to make strokes upon my root when we but find ourselves sitting across one another at a table or when with her bottom she does like wise. This in cases that Angela be but walking past me with my thoughts holding that she be about me in haste.

Days and nights be aware of none else than adventure in mystery as Angela and I create them as such with activities which with our bodies we carry to hold ever greater emotions. A playful glance transforms in to a seduction while a light touch holds never innocence yet delight on to the senses that may come to reawaken with our lusts. As such be my life as Angela Gheorghiu's lover.

My name is Gianni Truvianni, author of many an article to be found on the internet along with the book "New York's Opera Society". My works also include the books "What Should Not Matter", "Love Your Sister" and several others which still remain unpublished though I am presently looking to change this.


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Checkmate - Chapter IV

CHANARONG MONTRI HAD BEEN CONTACTED AND AGREED TO MEET THE FOLLOWING DAY WITH NO MORE THAN TWO AGENTS. Without exception, he agreed to meet in the Hotel dining room.

A security team was immediately dispatched to the Hotel to look at locations that surveillance equipment might be installed. The Hotel was vast with European elegance throughout; there were several surveillance spots in the dining room that could conceal recording equipment, but to proceed they would require permission from the Hotel. Mr. Garrison, General Manger was called and requested to return to the Hotel immediately. The team waited in the lobby until his arrival. He walked in, not at all happy for this imposition, regardless of the preeminence of the order. After listening to the request of the Agents his response was only "NO". He would agree only to allowing, after authentication of their identification, to view all existing Hotel security videos; further the videos would not be released in their custody, they would be given an appropriate room at the Hotel to conduct their investigation. Martin Graham of Intelligence reminded Mr. Garrison there were no restrictions in the Federal Security Act on where they may collect security intelligence or information relating to possible threats to the security of the Country; and it has been determined that a guest in his Hotel is considered to be a possible threat.

Mr. Garrison stood against the wall of Agents and addressed Martin Graham - "Sir, I am not denying you performance of your duty; I am denying you, at this stage to charge in here, in the middle of the night and demolish this dining room so that you may install your spy cameras. You can indeed ignore my suggestion and address this issue in front of a Judge, but that will be no sooner than tomorrow morning and then all my suggestions are off the table to you and your team and from that point on this Hotel will only operate under appropriate Court orders."

Martin Graham found Mr. Garrison humorous and in some ways respected his position. He agreed that Security Intelligence would be grateful for access to the Hotels video surveillance and would return in the morning; of course after he had provided Mr. Garrison with a list of the Officers names. "Good Evening Mr. Garrison."
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Chanarong Montri was sitting in the dining room with the same lady he attended the ballet with the previous evening; their attire unmistakably European. Recognizing the Agents he rose and motioned to an empty table across the room. He crossed behind his table taking the arm of his companion, helping her to her feet. She gathered her handbag and gloves and exchanged a gentle touch to each of his checks whispering "L'Amour" then turning and left the dining room.

"Good Morning Gentlemen, my name is Chanarong Montri. I remain a little confused as to the necessity of this meeting, but while in your Country, I do wish to cooperate with the Authorities, but I do hope that our time will be brief."

Kane was watching this interaction from the main security room in the basement of the Hotel.

The Agents knew they must secure the cooperation of this man. He is travelling in the Country legally and they have no grounds to hold him for any reason. The most that the collective Agencies were hoping to achieve today is to ascertain the reasons why he was here.

"Gentlemen, I trust my reputation precedes me. I am a man who does not like to waste my time or anyone else's. I can only assume that my actions are under surveillance and this conversation is being recorded. I must admit that I had an opportunity of being in the Hotel lobby last evening when a few of your representative were, shall we say, staking out the room. I assure you Gentlemen, this is not at all necessary. I am here, like you to locate and hopefully convince Kim to return to his family."

As evidence of his good will he reached inside his jacket and brought out an envelope containing sovereign papers, under the signature and seal of the Chan So family, delegating him full and unrestricted guardianship of Kim Chan So.

Martin Graham spoke - "Mr. Montri please accept our appreciation for your time this morning and to understand that we, I believe, are all here for the same reason. The Agencies have been following Kim Chan So for almost a year now as he keeps crossing the International Boarder for the past few months. I believe this is the longest he has stayed in the Country and it is now causing some security concerns for us all."

"I am in total agreement. As you are aware Mr. Graham, yesterday I spend a brief amount of time at the Banking Tower near the apartment building where I believe Kim is staying. Kim's family has not heard from him in over six months. I am impressed with the street surveillance that you have in place. It is of great concern, but of no surprise, that the AOC is so glaringly present on your streets. They of course are pursuing the currency that Kim allegedly fled the State with."

Martin Graham again spoke - "Is it true Sir, did he leave the State with over 22 Million Dollars?"

"The authorities are estimating currency of $150,000.000. Yuan, which I believe once converted would equal some 22 million, but in answering your question it would appear that he did take the money. I still question if that money belongs to the State or the So family; but of course that is not why we are here today. "

"Are you sure he is inside the apartment?"

"Surveillance shows them arriving on Monday. No evidence of them leaving the apartment since then."

"Is he not jogging?"

"We thought the same, but we have had surveillance on the pathways and at the recreational center, but nothing. We made attempts to enter the apartment building yesterday, but when the front desk called up to their apartment no one answered. The vehicle plates were run, with everything coming back in the name of his companion; and she is only a visitor to the Country."

"I promise you, if he is not jogging, he is not in that apartment."

They exchanged contact information, shook hands and turned to depart; when Chanarong Montri turned and asked where Mr. Kayn was at this time.

Martin Graham shrugged his shoulders indicating that he had no idea of either the name or activity of Mr. Kayn.

"Very well then; but do please send my regards... Gentlemen, until later."
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Kayn remembered the days long ago that he assisted his clients in discreetly moving money overseas; but now the laws prohibit such involvement and for many years he has grown accustomed to his life style and would not enjoy a stay, even at a white color, minimum security facility for such action. Kayn returned to his files prepared by the International Financial Action Task Force where they had traced the funds to a numbered Grand Cayman account; then within hours of their deposit, it was like watching fireworks; starting as a single cylinder and igniting into thousands of filaments throughout space, and the money was gone. Investigators had traced some funds going to Switzerland, Jerzy, The Isle of Man, Panama, the Philippines and Burma, but then disappearing from those accounts as well. Since returning to the Country neither Kim nor his companion had created a paper trail, everything was in cash, airline tickets, the purchase of the apartment, the car; all utilities remained in the name of the past owners.

Kayn was convinced that the cash was disbursed and safely secured inside multiple safety deposit boxes throughout the world.

Over the last 11 months Kim Chan So had travelled to Japan, Italy, England, United States, Mexico, Switzerland, Philippines, and Canada. His companion was tracked through the United States, Mexico, Switzerland, and Panama, and Canada. The two never visiting the same country at the same time, except for the United States; which was only over 24 hours and then they boarded a flight to Canada.
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If they had wished for better luck it came fast and unexpected; the fire truck sirens echoed through the streets of downtown. From the 12th floor they stood not believing what they were witnessing on the street below, an all-call evacuation had been ordered by Emergency Services for the recreational center and the adjacent apartment building. An explosion at the center had occurred when a contractor mistakenly released chemicals into the ventilation system; the fumes had gone through the air and had now been drawn into the roof top fresh air vents of the apartment building. Everywhere, people were walking, running, some being assisted by medical attendants, but there was a mass exodus onto the streets from the center and the apartment building. Security Agents so anxious to get to the site did not wait for the elevators; they took the stairs, descending 3 at a time. The police had sectioned off a vacant parking lot, adjacent to the evacuated sites for the pedestrian traffic to congregate. As the Agents mingled through the crowds, now in excess of 2,000, not one was reporting visual sightings of their party. They stood at all barricade lines, they mingled, assisting the emergency medical teams where needed, but no sighting of Kim Chan So. After 2 hours the fire department called in an all-clear for the apartment building and the crowds headed towards the entrance of the building. Four Agents had volunteered to hold the four doors open allowing them to take a close up visual scan of each person passing by. It was not until the final ten residents came trickling by did an Agent recognize, not Kim Chan So, but his companion. She was wearing an oversized hat with monstrous sunglasses; as she passed her head remained lowered. With all the confusion no one noticed the Agent follow her into the building, passing the concierge desk without question. He was grateful that the hallways were overflowing with people so he remained undetected as he continued down the hall making sure he remained a good distance from her. The elevators were kept on lock down as the Fire Department had not yet finished the roof top inspections so access to the upper floors was only via the stairwell. At a distance he saw her disappear inside the stairwell and he quickly followed. He passed all others that had decided to ascend the stairs, but he did not see her. He kept climbing, stopping on each floor to check to see if she had stopped, but still no sight of her. He climbed to the 12th, still no site of her. To be safe he continued his climb until he passed the Firemen descending down the stairs. He questioned if anyone had passed them and they confirmed no.

He turned and travelled down to the parking lot, searching for her vehicle, a white 2005 Toyota Matrix. Nothing, it was not there. He notified the other Agents still outside the building. Martin Graham relayed that he wanted the Agent to return to the 12 floor and knock on the apartment door; if asked he was building security or emergency services. The Agent again charged the stairs to the 12th floor, finding the apartment and repeatedly knocked on the door, but no answer. A neighbor came forth and volunteered that the couple in that apartment were so nice, getting her groceries when she was ill and picking up her paper in the lobby each day. The Agent asked if she had spoken with them recently. The lady confirmed that it had always been the woman that spoke, explaining that her husband did not speak English. He continued to knock, but still no answer. The neighbor could not understand where they had gotten to; she just saw them outside the building. She then unknowingly answered everyone's question confirming that, due to allergies her neighbor used the stairwell each day to run in. She was always so amazed that he was able to run up and down the stairs several times a day, without disturbing anyone in the building. Her parting comment, before her apartment door closed was "What wonderful neighbors they are, I hope they don't plan on leaving."

The Agent reported back to Martin Graham and returned to the street.
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Living at the gateway of the majestic Rockies or while rising above the skyline in the urban maze, Wendi enjoys being a trendsetter. Challenging herself throughout her career in public relations and community development she accepted each challenge as a leader and adventurer. Her voyage continues, documenting her passionate interests in the wilds of nature, to the downtown streets of the City; recognizing the wealth of knowledge within each subject that she partners with.

Wendi's short stories and poems can be found at: http://smile-practicalknowledge.blogspot.com/

Contact Wendi at rgm@davincibb.net


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A Heartbreaking Story Of Loss By Substance

Married eight years, on one hand we knew something like this could happen, on the other, we never in the slightest, thought anything remotely like this, would ever happen to us!

The baby just turned five, wow, how time flies. I looked at him and thanked God again, just as I did every day, what would I do without him? We had been close like this since he was born, I didn't even have to work the long hours other dads did. We just played, laughed, ran and created, enjoyed the small things of life, together. We were real buds!

We had spent time that summer out on the golf course, he loved to play golf. I guess you would say I had taken some other things for granted, but not him! He was my right hand!

Looking back, I guess I'd have to admit, I didn't only take other things for granted, I took the fact that we spent everyday together, for granted, always thinking tomorrow would be the same until he grew up. I just didn't look into the future that far. I wouldn't be able to handle that, at that time in my life.

Living the good life, wife, family, kids, comfortable lifestyle, super car, you know, the whole, "Life is good," thing, sort of lulled me into forgetting that things could change! I wanted a few things to change, you know, who doesn't? But what took place next is beyond the imagination!

Couple buddies and I had hung out on Saturday, taking the boys to the course, strolling along having a few beers, you know, burning them off in the sun as we hiked through the heat! I didn't drink much, always kept it cool!

On this Saturday, however, my cool got blown away! We were done at the course, heading back to the house to throw a couple burgers on the grill, I was in the rider's seat, one of my buddies was at the wheel. I looked up when I felt the car jolt and everything became a blur.

The next thing I knew I was standing on the road, a bicycle laying at my feet, a boy not too much older than my baby, was lying there, the victim.

The rest is a blur pretty much, too sordid to relate! But I can tell you, when the judge said, "Guilty to the charges," I began a life that I would never choose for anyone to have to suffer through!

It wasn't just about me, it was about all of my family, the lives of my buddies, but mostly it was about the little boy's family! Did his Daddy miss him, like I missed my boy? I would one day be released to see my boy again, that Daddy would not!

What I had done in my ignorance, I would have to live with, for the rest of my life and search as deeply inside as I could, to find forgiveness for myself. I had been a party to robbing that man of his boy.

I was the cause for robbing my boy of the ten years we had missed playing, holding hands, holding him tight to my chest hammering love holds, on his back! I had missed all those years, sitting in a cell, an accomplice to manslaughter!

I had never considered the consequences that could come from my seemingly, small choices, as being real. I knew on one hand, but on the other, I had no idea!

I would be getting out soon, walking into a life my wife had continued without my presence for ten years. How would it go? Too many questions, I didn't have answers for, but questions I would face as, while putting my life back together,I tried to find ways to forgive myself!

My boy is now 15 and the years of holding him on my lap have been given away, I will still be able to wrap my arms around him and hammer love on his back, as I thank God that I have a second chance.

Today, the small choice I could have made, to live without being under any influence of any mind altering substance, seems so much greater than it did ten years ago. If only I could go back!


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A Fragile Gift

Your eyelids were laden with surprises as you stepped on his fluffy carpet. Various spectacular objects poised gracefully at edifying positions within his room. Your eyes wandered from one to another, until it fell on the spectacles. There it was: couching like a lovely cat at the edge of his table. That was the reason why you came. You giggled.

That was how you giggled when he first appeared in your village. He was heavily dressed in a khaki uniform that had the color of water-melon. Everything about him was big: big stature, big belt, big boots, and a big traveling bag. Except for a small transparent object, that leaned beautifully on his nose.

Mothers and children gazed at him with excitement. They called him a soldier. You also wanted to, but the crystal-clear lens that floated above his eyes made you doubt. Moreover, his look was harmless and friendly.

Your guess became true when the village scribe introduced him as a National Youth Corps member. People said he was full of wisdom, because he had come from the city, and had spent many years in the citadel of knowledge; acquiring the white-man's knowledge. 'He is a civilized man,' your heart gave a leap that afternoon when the scribe made that remark.

He made your heart leap every time you met him by the village river. He had become your dear friend. He told you about big people, big places, and big events. He even spoke big vocabularies; enough to confound your thirteen-year-old primitive mind. Remember when he bantered with you, and you both laughed noisily, he sometimes nudged you below your armpit, or caressed your thighs. Your peers were jealous. They wondered what could have ignited friendship between a civilized adult and a village teenager. They did not know you were enthralled by the precious lens with a sparkling silver frame.

And when you asked him what it was, on another usual evening by the river, he removed it and said, 'you mean my spectacles?' The name made you chuckle. And you almost twisted your tongue while trying to pronounce it. You were extremely delighted when he placed it on your face tenderly. You shuddered with excitement, as the dusty village was molded inside a spherical glass.

But you were unaware of his queer look, when he inquired if you wanted the spectacles. You had affirmed, thoughtlessly. It was all you had ever wanted. Your mind wandered through a vista of unimaginable experiences that awaited you, when he told you to collect the rare spectacles at his home, the following evening. That night, you hardly slept.

You were still giggling when his door clank shut. He stood sentinel against the door, grinning mischievously. Confused: A sordid miasma enveloped your thoughts. You were still staring at him blankly, when he pulled you into a rough embrace. You wriggled free, but he gave you a shove and you staggered backwards, falling on his mattress. Swiftly, he came over you and gagged your mouth. You could remember he lost a little control when you wrestled and kicked him back. His arm had flailed backwards, and hit your precious spectacles. Your eyes widened as your gem toppled over his table, and broke!

You never knew the precious spectacles could be so fragile.

It was the same with you.

Ayo Oyeku is an expert Nigerian writer, who dwells on African narratives. Some of his poems and short stories have appeared in foreign journals. You can read more of his works on http://www.onegist.com/.


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By Eagles Wings

High up in the mountains and down in the valley below the screams of the flying bald eagle can be heard. It is upon these rocky cliffs and tall trees that they choose for their homes. They soar high above bodies of water watching with tremendously accurate eye sight for food below them.

Their white head and tail distinguishes them from other birds. They fly majestically over vast areas searching for prey to feed their mates and their young. Fish is a favorite. They are swift and their talons sharp as they swoop down like a soaring jet to snatch the fish right out of the water holding them with a vice grip of death. They move with precision and accuracy that is second to none.

Few creatures dare to steal from the eagle's nest, and their screams echo for miles terrifying every creature large and small. Eyes like razor-sharp weapons pursue relentlessly, always ready to do battle if need be. Total victory is its aim, ever defending its mate and its young ones. Wings of glory outspread move with little effort through the heavens as it sails above all things. We can only watch from a distance and hope to learn from the mighty Bald Eagle.

So it was with the eagle we named Abraham, the powerful flier who soared above our house. We called him Abe for short. We watched him perch in the tall trees where he had good visibility from all sides. We watched him daily and I know he watched us even more. It was obvious Abe didn't trust people and chose not to be disturbed by human or any form of animal.

I watched him reach speeds from thirty to fifty miles an hour while he carried his prey in his massive talons. He became our amusement and I'm sure we became a part of his. My telescope could zoom in so close it was like we could reach out and touch him from inside our cabin. Abe loved to eat fish but he would often resort to eating rabbits, beavers, ducks or even snakes. Watching him swoop down from the heavens and grab an animal was something to behold.

This brings me to the incident I most cherish about Abraham. You see Abe lived for years near our cabin but never came within a half mile or so of us. I'm sure within the time we knew Abe he fathered many little ones, for we had watched him choose a mate about the time we became aware of his presence. We knew this because we watched the courtship take place. It involved elaborate flight displays. He and his mate would fly very high into the sky, lock talons and free fall separating only minutes before hitting the ground. We heard his mating screams for weeks on end. He would swirl around and around then do somersaults in the air as if it were nothing at all. He had incredible skills in flying.

I have a son who was as captivated by Abe's ability to do the most incredible things in the air as well. My son loved to go fishing with me, always hoping to bring home the biggest catch for dinner and show me up as a fisherman. We went regularly to the huge lake down in the valley below. It was a good distance from the cabin and very rocky terrain to say the least. We would either choose a spot or sit for hours just waiting for the big one to bite, or often times we would walk along the water's edge to cast. I've always heard that God doesn't count the days you go fishing and we were determined to erase many of our days by going fishing. Needless to say we both enjoyed the sport tremendously.

As it happened Jeff and I were walking along a narrow embankment on this sunny day trying to choose a good spot to sit and let the fish do the work. Jeff's legs were much younger than mine and he kept ahead of me most of the time. He had walked a good distance ahead of me when suddenly he stopped.

"OH NO! I just walked up on a huge rattlesnake!" His voice trembled with fear for he knew about the deadly bite of the mountain rattlesnake.

"Don't move! Just stand still!" I called to him. I looked around for a weapon but there was nothing I could find. I had a huge lump in my throat. I knew if he were bitten we had a long walk back to the cabin and then have to wait for a helicopter to reach us. This would take much too much time. My thoughts went rushing through my mind as I tried to think what I could do quickly. I was a father and I was supposed to protect my son from any harmful thing. I felt so helpless.

Then out of no where I heard the sound of flapping wings. Abe swooped down from somewhere within a few feet of Jeff. He grabbed the rattlesnake with his talons then quickly lifted himself and the snake up into the air flying in the direction of his home in the tall trees. We were both stunned for we had no idea Abe was watching us or the snake. He literally saved Jeff from the deadly fangs of the rattlesnake because Jeff had nowhere to go to avoid the snake. We both stood there astounded by what we had just witnessed.

Jeff had always loved and respected every animal since he was very young. I don't know if Abraham was protecting Jeff or just decided he would like to have rattlesnake for lunch. The fact that he felt comfortable enough to come within a couple feet of Jeff was quite hard to fathom. It was clearly out of character for the Great Bald Eagle, the sacred bird of North America.

Eagles are considered by some to be messengers between God and humans. Jeff and I tend to believe this is true based on our knowledge of Abraham. Abraham will always be the majestic Bald Eagle who took the time to save the life of an innocent child. What more is there to say? We still see him flying over our cabin with his wings outstretched as if he is protecting us. We still hear the sounds of the screaming eagles as they pass by. This bird has made me believe mankind knows very little about the true intelligence of the mighty Bald Eagle yet we are forever thankful for our friend Abraham.

Andrea Caroline Wingate is a published author, writer and poet from the great state of North Carolina. Andrea has written hundreds of poems on her website at http://www.petalsofpoetry.com/.

She also has a new Children's story website for parents and teachers to use in teaching about wildlife.

Though amusing Andrea, tries to give true information in her stories. Visit her website at http://www.childrenstorytales.com/.

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Checkmate - Chapter VI

"GET ME A DOUBLE WHISKY NEAT." It was only 11:30 in the morning, but Kay needed a drink and probably a lot more before this day was over.

Arriving in the overnight mail was an envelope to his attention marked Personal & Confidential with a return address of the Fraser Lake Penitentiary stamped on the face; he knew only one person at that address, Dr. Albert Morton.

Sitting at the bar Kayn thought back many years ago when he first met Albert Morton, a man of honor, of regard and duty who had taken Kayn into his circle; introducing him to affluence, power and authority; an environment Kayn had long considered himself deprived of. Kayn did not like thinking of those moments; he had always conducted his life justifying his actions by the ends justify the means. Albert Morton represents a time in Kayn's life while he was climbing the ladder. He had been successful eliminating all others he had passed on his ascent to the top; all but Albert Morton.

Kayn looked up at the bartender with only an order to "leave the bottle."

Within a few months of meeting Albert he had found a part time job for Kayn in the research department at the University. Working closely together Kayn began to comprehend the extent of Albert's authority; a respected Professor of Political Science, his work at the University anchored at the intersections of law, politics and policy, specializing in crime/punishment and political psychology. His published works had been on display in the Libraries throughout the Universities across the country.

For three years Kayn dedicated each moment he had when not at the Bank, to the University and the Professors. He studied precedents, sat in the lecture halls, delivered coffee, dry-cleaning, returned telephone calls, anything that would give him presence. After a year, Kayn became part of their alumni, trusted and honored with their confidence.

After losing his wife to Alzheimer's, Albert volunteered at homeless shelters in his spare time; giving legal support and advise to many families. He knew not to cross the line, for that fact, he wrote and drew the line for the Volunteer Policy Manual at the Shelters. But, he allowed one woman to cross over.

He had been at the Shelter the day Alyssa walked through the doors. She was different from the others; unfamiliar to the others she remained alone attempting to guard her physical bruising. Albert approached her and asked if she would like a coffee. Alyssa accepted Albert's offer and joined him at his desk. He enjoyed her English accent and as she spoke he tried to imagine the circumstances that took place to force her into this unknown environment. Alyssa was a woman of grace and refinement. Still unaware of the circumstances, Albert had already concluded that the person responsible for this should be jailed.

Using any excuse he visited her at the shelter daily. He was able to review her file confirming that she was not from within the City, but on the outskirts. A police check confirmed that she was neither wanted nor lost; she needed shelter and protection. The interview summary by the staff reported that her bruising and scars were the responsibility of her husband; yet she chose not to press charges. This was a common resolve of most of the women and children that arrived at the shelter, always taking responsibility for their state.

Alyssa immediately started volunteering to assist the staff with all their duties; she was comforting to the children, to their mothers, she helped serve meals and then tidy up after. She was given a position in the infirmary where, at this time, there were four infants in the adjacent nursery. Alyssa adored taking care of the babies; staying with them twenty-four hours a day. At the end of each day Albert stopped in so they could share a coffee and hear of each other's day. The staff looked the other way, thinking that their growing friendship was therapeutic for both of them.

Their friendship grew over the months; they shared companionship.

Alyssa had found a small furnished apartment near the shelter. She began gaining confidence in herself, her future life and her growing partnership with Albert. She never spoke of her past life and Albert chose not to prod. They met for the occasional lunch and dinner at neighborhood eateries, but preferring to sit in the comfort of Alyssa's apartment relishing in each other's daily successes.

Albert was used to forgetting lecture notes and texts at Alyssa's apartment, where he would work into the wee hours of the morning as she slept.

While working in the nursery, she was called to the phone.

"I'm so sorry to bother you Alyssa, but I have forgotten my lecture notes on the kitchen table. Can I send someone to pick them up? I would not bother you with this, but I do need them for this afternoons lecture."

"Of course Albert." I do have to go home at lunch; would it be possible for someone to meet me there?"

"Certainly, I will arrange it. Thank you so much Alyssa. I'll see you later. Should I make dinner reservations?"

"No, let's eat in tonight."

"Perfect"

The door bell rang and Alyssa picked up the envelope containing Albert's notes, unlocked the door and opened it to see Kayn standing there.

"Hello Mother... so you are the captivating secret that has captured our Professor Morton's heart."

Alyssa, stunned at Kayn's presence, clung onto the door frame for support. She had not spoken to Kayn in several years. As he had promised when he left the family ranch, he would not return; forwarding no address to the family. Looking at him now exuding such confidence within himself she could not help but be pleased. Yet looking into his eyes they were no longer the young innocent boy who relished in her stories of England; these eyes were his fathers, full of distrust and hate.

"Hello Kayn, would you like to come in?"

Kayn swallowed the bile that had found its way into his throat, wanting to explode with rage; this woman disgusted him, he could no longer think of her as his Mother. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his focus, but his repulsion was apparent.

"I would prefer not Mother, but I don't have a choice. If you could do your utmost to hasten this moment I would be eternally grateful."

"Kayn, it is so good to see you. I had no idea you were working with Albert. What a wonderful mentor he would be for you."

"Mother, let's not waste time with pretense. Unless I am mistaken you are still a married woman, are you not? How dare you shame me in such a display of wantonness. I am ordering you to stop seeing Albert Morton; if you chose to continue this immorality I will do everything in my power to eradicate you and him."
"Kayn, I left your father months ago. Albert has given me the names of some family Lawyers that I could possibly use to start proceeding for a divorce."

He stood motionless, showing no interest in her reasons.

"Kayn, you left home for similar reasons, why is it okay for you, but not for me; I could not take one more minute of that mans brutality. I had no one to turn to Kayn. Albert is my dear friend; he has shown me understanding and support."

A long silence filled the room. Kayn moved toward Alyssa, removed the envelope from her hand, turned and left the apartment.

Alyssa sat down and wept.

Kayn's rage overtook logic.

How dare she; she is my mother, she has no right, she forced me to live in that environment for many years until I was broken into many pieces, now she wants my sympathy. I swear I will not forgive her and I will take my revenge.

Albert was waiting in the lecture hall when Kayn walked in.

"Everything go okay Kayn?"

Kayn looked at Albert, looking for any indication that he had spoken with Alyssa and knew of their meeting... nothing.

"Everything went fine."

"Good, now that you have met Alyssa, perhaps we can all get together for lunch. I know you will enjoy her Kayn."

"Sure Albert, just give me a date."

Kayn excused himself not being able to continue this faade.

In the coming months he had been successful in turning down several invitations from Albert to join them for lunch.

Alyssa's presence at the University was common place. She would wait for Albert in his office or she would wander the grounds of the University enjoying the interaction with both Professors and students.

Albert continued to work with Kayn showing no knowledge of his relationship with Alyssa.

Their growing relationship infuriated Kayn and as he promised his mother, he set out to seek his revenge.
Kayn's position at the Bank had expanded to a corner office where he was assigned to investment/portfolios.

He created a fictitious financial empire in the name of Dr. Albert Morton; with holdings throughout the world. With the Bank holding trust securities for the University, it allowed Kayn access to their holdings. He started a paper trail in the name of Albert Morton to secure substantial funding for research and travel. He filed fraudulent requisitions, reimbursement vouchers and commenced money transfers to Albert Morton's holdings.

This continued for several months, with the University continuing to support the requisitions from Dr. Morton, authorizing the Bank to supply full reimbursement. With accumulative asset transfers to Dr. Albert Morton now exceeding one million dollars, the audit review committee asked to meet with the University Chancellor.

Albert Morton was called to the Chancellor's office where he was asked for full disclosure. Reviewing the complexity of the charges for all these months, Albert could only offer his full denial of any knowledge of the transfers. He was placed on a leave of absence from the University and told to retain a lawyer.
Within a week his bank accounts, securities, home and vehicle were all frozen.

Albert moved into Alyssa's apartment. He could not understand what was happening to him. Alyssa knew Albert could not have had anything to do with this. Her heart was breaking each day watching Albert finding the strength to defend himself. His associates no longer called giving him support; nor did anyone from the University return his calls. She kept asking Albert to think of who would do such a thing to him. He had no answer. He conducted his life as an example to others, in conduct, in ethics, in morality; he cherished the principles of the law, but at this time his vulnerability gave way to having no defense for himself.

Alyssa had been given notice at the Shelter that they were forced to cut back staff and she would be let go at the end of the week. She understood the real reasons and truly was not disappointed leaving the Shelter. Since all that had conspired with Albert, the environment at the Shelter for her had gone from welcoming to defensive. Almost finishing her last shift she was called to the phone.

"Hello"

"Hello Mother, this is your son."

"What would you like Kayn."

"I am curious, have you come forth with Albert, apprising him of the truth as to who you really are."

"No, he has had too many other urgent matters pressing on him. My situation will wait."

"Oh I think that very unwise Mother. You see what is happening to Albert is anything but disengaged from you."

"Kayn, what are you talking about?"

"Well Mother I am really not at liberty to talk to you about it, in fact, I really don't know the full extent of Albert's demise, but I assure you he has only you to thank for his ruin."

With those words their connection was terminated.

Albert arrived at the apartment after 10:00 that evening, having been with his counsel all day. Alyssa wished there was another time to burden him with this, but did not want to deprive him of this information that may be of help to him.

Albert sat there listening to the trail of events and is subsequent slide into this nightmare, continually trying to separate his personal feelings to those he had taught for all these years, so that he could follow the web of tactical brilliance laid out by Kayn. For a moment he remembered all the afternoons in his office where he and Kayn had entertained themselves with very challenging games of Chess. Looking at the multitude of strategic fibers and avenues set into play by Kayn in the filtering and laundering of all these trust funds, it all took on greater significance.

Albert knowing Kayn in some respects better than Kayn, knew where he would be at 6:30 the next morning and was waiting. He wasted no time apprising Kayn of his newly found knowledge and swore that Kayn would not be successful in his mandate and promised to take immediate steps to have Kayn removed from his employment at the University. But by this time several of the Trustees were the benefactors of sizable grants in favor of their Departments, all of course anonymous but each paper trail lead back to the Bank.

It would take another two years to have Albert's defense heard in a Court of Law. A multitude of arguments were recorded, but very little proof and evidence could be substantiated.

Kayn waited in the balcony that day for the verdict; Guilty. Standing to leave he only turned back once, to see Alyssa weeping, her face lowered into her hands. Kayn left the Court House feeling vindicated of his actions.

Kayn's attention was brought back when the bartender asked if there would be anything else. Kayn shook his head indicating nothing, stood, leaving the money for his tab on the counter. He looked at his watch surprised that it was already 3:00 p.m. He had agreed to meet Irene at her apartment later that afternoon so that they could finalize their trip to Miami. He was not at all thrilled looking forward to spending time with her children, but without tackling and meeting them head on, their dislike for him would only get worse and certainly call an end to his relationship with their mother. He found Irene comfortable, she demanded very little of him and gave so much of herself.

He returned to his office and proceeded to open up his mail.
Albert Morton always a man of few words wrote in impeccable penmanship.

Kayn:
It is with great comfort that I am writing to inform you that I am being released from Fraser Lake in precisely two weeks time. I have completed my full term in the facility earning an honest salary working in the library. In this environment I have had the time to research various arguments and precedents over the past many years of my incarceration.

I have no doubt you comprehend the full understanding of my words to you now.

My biggest regret was the passing of Alyssa. She honored our friendship throughout the years and it will always be my biggest regret not being with her during her last moments.

I personally have no regard for you, but she did, as your Mother.

I look forward to our next encounter Kayn.

Albert Morton

Kayn folded the letter placing it back inside the envelope, rose and opened his wall safe, inserting the document inside and mechanically closing the door. He emerged from his office not addressing his secretary, moved towards the elevator lobby and disappeared behind closed doors. At this moment he could not gather together a semblance of authority.

Living at the gateway of the majestic Rockies or while rising above the skyline in the urban maze, Wendi enjoys being a trendsetter. Challenging herself throughout her career in public relations and community development she accepted each challenge as a leader and adventurer. Her voyage continues, documenting her passionate interests in the wilds of nature, to the downtown streets of the City; recognizing the wealth of knowledge within each subject that she partners with.
Wendi's short stories and poems can be found at: http://smile-practicalknowledge.blogspot.com/

Contact Wendi at rgm@davincibb.net


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A Mysterious Woman Named Erliza

On the right side corner of the entrance gate, before you enter my boyfriend's real estate house, a view of a beautiful woman statue would catch your eyes. It was sculptured in delicate details and highly expensive touch of artistry.

We were about to enter when she told the driver to stop so that she could show us that the statue was her impression on it. She went down and she even compared her size every details of it, even the size of her fingers and wrist, or her figure and frame...And she was right. It was really her statue.

When we reached the house, she immediately went down but with elegance. She looked for my boyfriend's father right away. My boyfriend took her inside. I was left in the living room. After less than an hour she went out with two luggage and they were all in big sizes. A 60-year-old man came out from the room with her too. I assumed it was my boyfriend's father.

She called my boyfriend and asked him to bring the two of her grandsons ages, 10 and 12. These two boys were the sons of my boyfriend's younger brother who was a pilot and was out from the country.

My boyfriend took the two boys with him and they all went to kiss her a farewell. For her it was nothing new, like everything with her was normal. After a few minutes of sweet talks, hugs and kisses, she got herself ready to leave. "Madame, let me help you, with those", the driver took the luggage from her.

I was surprise and thought, "Why is it that they all seemed strange with her, as if she never existed in their lives?"

"Erliza" my boyfriend's father called her. She looked back to him. "You take care of yourself", he said with concern on his face. She did not say anything. She just smiled sweetly back to him and waved. She entered in the back seat of the van graciously and smiling steadily. He told his driver, "Drive carefully and please take her home safe." Then he glanced and smiled back once again to Erliza and waved. He stayed there awhile until the van drove away.

My boyfriend came near me after his father entered his room and said, "Come with me sweetheart, let's meet father."

We went inside and it was a huge room, like his father lived in another partition of the house. They greeted each other like they have not seen each other in ages. "Oh my eldest son, I am so proud of you, I am really happy to have you my son in my life." His father grabbed his head and embraced him dearly. He held him on his shoulder looked at him lovingly, studied him deeply, smiled and kissed him on both cheeks.

My boyfriend introduced me to his father. His father was wearing a rounded neck white cotton T-shirt tacked in his faded jeans. He was 6 feet tall like my boyfriend's height, but with a square jaw like the famous actor Sean Connery of 007 Movies. Then a few minutes later, a young woman like my age at 24 came near his father. My boyfriend introduced her to me too. She was the wife of his father. She looked young but actually her age was already 40 years old.

Across the room there was also a woman sitting with a little boy. She was the mother of my boyfriend's son. We went near them and he also introduced me to her. He took his son from her and carried him. He told his story too, the way his father talked about him. "He is so happy for his son and how proud father he is to have his boy".

Then it just played in my mind that Erliza must have the same story just like with what happened between this woman and my boyfriend.

I just look around every corner of the house and I asked my boyfriend, "Why Erliza needs to leave this house, is she not entitled to live here too?" My boyfriend answered, "This house is our ancestral house. Erliza, my mother is never married to my father, though she is until now the mistress of this house. My father will always love her...

I find this very mysterious from the moment I woke up from this dream, and up to this time that I decided to write them down. I wish to have some answers...

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And The Bugle Called

Today, the heroes arrive home. The war is finally finished. The battles have all been fought. The soldiers return from the fields of honor. The town is clean and polished with flags hanging from every street lamp snapping in the wind as we await the return of our heroes. At the train station the townsfolk mill around, the band members standing with their instruments gleaming in the afternoon sun awaiting the train. Our small town had three boys go off to the war, and now they are returning, each one a hero.

Timmy Johnson, "Tim", to his friends, signed up in the days of shock that followed Pearl Harbor. He told everyone that he'd be coming back with medals across his chest, and though everyone laughed and wished him luck, no one really believed that he would. Everyone was wrong. On an island called Iwo Jima, at least I think that is right, Timmy saved his platoon, that is what the papers all said anyway. I suppose sometime dad or grandpa will tell me the whole story, at least I hope they do.

Sean O'Malley went too. The draft took him and though he cussed at the heavens and moaned to his kin in his rich Irish Brogue, he went in the end. According to Jim, his little brother and my best friend, his letters to home from overseas were full of the same cuss'in for which he gained his small town fame; the reason my mom wouldn't let me be around him. The food, the weather, the officers, all were predicated by a name. He became a hero on an unnamed hill somewhere in France, one day. I would be willing to bet ya, that as it all happened he was cussing all the way.

John Grimson, the high-school clown, and though he graduated before I even began the seventh grade, he was still every high schooler's hero. It's said that he was suspected by the principal as the culprit behind most every school shenanigan that ever was, though nothing was ever proven. He was the last of the three. I don't think he came home with any medals, but that didn't matter, he was home, and a hero he would be.

There's the train now, whistling its arrival into town, blowing steam as it slows to a stop. The townsfolk wait, and the band begins to play, our heroes are back. Off of the train they come, and into the cars, we march them up Main Street, the band leads and the town fathers follow, but no one notices them, because today is Tim's, and Sean's, and John's day, they are the heroes returned from war, and they are the ones we all came out to see. The procession is not long, the band, and the fire trucks, and the town's only police car, it's lights flashing, leading the way.

No one waves as the heroes pass by. As the cars they ride in approach the old gate the bugle calls, the notes hold in the air, each one lonely and sweet...and the heroes don't hear, they each eternally sleep.


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Ella (Chapter 20)

AFTER TEN YEARS

Three months after graduating the University, Susan tried to find a job at the Village Mayor's Court as a village administrator. It was the village, where Theodore had lived once. She wanted to go along with the social life. She thought that it was the time to explore new adventures and a new chapter of her life. For this purpose, she met James, who was the mayor of the village. He told her that he had started the construction of a school house, a church and some successful farms. He wanted to give a spirit of education to the land. It became a place, where many families had built their homes. He wanted to know the reason that determined her to search a job in a village. She was ready to motivate her decision. James told her that no one else wanted this job. The reason was that it was very poorly paid. She told him that her fiance has been already hired as a Math teacher at their village school and she was searching a job for being with him. James told her that the young people left the village in order to look for good jobs in the town. He advised her to be involved in every aspect of her job. He also told her that the employment of the members of the personnel was based on their qualifications.

"Everyone was hired by staff here and I will never deviate from the rules of our village. Congratulations! You got the job," he said.

"Thank you," Susan told him, smiling and expressing her happiness.

"You will start to work here tomorrow. Your first duty will be to purchase and operate a new fitness center. You will have to pick up the center's lease. You will spend some public money to cover the equipment, too. I want to know your opinion about this," said James.

"It is important to know if the center is too expensive to operate, if there are enough users and if there is sufficient staff," said Susan.

"The center isn't too expensive to operate and there is sufficient staff, but we need more users. Let's talk about the users. Generally, people dislike their appearance. If I had to pick up the real middle age, then I would probably choose the range from twenty five to seventy five years old people. The most of them are truly independent. They have their own responsibilities at twenty five years old, but most of them are dealing with some infirmities at the age of seventy five. The most of people don't get depressed at thirty years old. We can't realistically deal with this kind of depression. I think that they don't have many choices in life. They must accept themselves such as they are. A fitness center can help them a lot," said James.

"I had heard so many opinions about the middle age. I thought I ought to clearly understand them, "said Susan.

"I started to talk to people of all ages, from the youngest person to the oldest one. I asked them if they were happy or not. Slowly, a new definition of middle age began to form in my mind," said James.

"It is a moment in life, when people shift from seeing the future in terms of their potential to the opposite point of view. They see it in terms of their limitations. They fight with their limitations for a while, but they have to accept their resignation," said Susan.

"We must help them," said James, looking at her.

"I like your point of view," said Susan.

"You are a beginner in this branch and this little project will help you," said James.

After ten years of frustration, the doctor told Lisa about her incapability to conceive kids. She was trying everything to get pregnant and she supported a few miscarriages. She became very depressed, frustrated and very jealous. She had those feelings,when she looked at all her friends having children.

"I am really worried about her. She cries all the time," said Laura.

"Lisa definitely has some choices. She can adopt a child, or she can use a gestational carrier. I think it is harsh to say that she can't have children," said Marie.

"She thinks she will never be able to feel a baby growing inside of her," said Amy.

"A miscarriage can be frightening and depressing. It is natural to feel the grief over the loss of a child. Maybe she cannot psychically start again, "said Ella.

"She could start a couple of weeks, after her last bleeding had stopped, but she preferred to wait a longer period. She wanted probably to recover from her emotional trauma. She desperately needs this child, because she wants to save her relationship with Michael," said Nora.

In the kitchen, Lisa and Samantha started to talk, while they were preparing the coffee. In the middle of the discussion, Marie entered to ask about the coffee.

"Do you need help?" Marie asked Samantha.

"Well, of course that I need help." Samantha slowly turned her head and looked at Marie. Her eyes made a silent plea for gratitude. Then, she turned her head to Lisa and said, "What did you say?"

"I remember that I was sixteen years old and one night I met a man. In time, we became lovers. One day, I asked him to come home with me. I told my parents that I want to marry him and they were very surprised. I told them that I was pregnant. I wasn't sure. It was my first pregnancy. I didn't know what to do and my parents told me to go to the clinic. I was scheduled for my first scan and they confirmed my pregnancy. After that, I had a very bad time. My parents didn't accept anything, because I was too young. My man was furious. I ended up taking a tablet to get rid of the baby. Nine hours later, I went to the hospital. I was losing a lot of blood, when the doctor operated me to save my life. After that, seven years I have been trying to be pregnant, but nothing happened. I began to think that I would never be a mother," said Lisa.

"My daughter was born by emergency cesarean section. I was in labor for twenty hours. I felt very disappointed that I hadn't a natural birth. The most important thing was that the baby was healthy. I think that some doctors are a little too dogmatic. Everything they say is based on their experience. When they are not sure about the evolution of the pregnancy, all they can do is to advise their patients to be cautious," said Samantha.

"Usually, the doctors don't tell you the truth. They think that nothing is completely black or white in the medical world. The best they can do is to estimate the evolution of your pregnancy and to let you know about the risks," said Marie.

"The doctors don't know everything and I always say to everyone, who is struggling to conceive a baby - never give up your hope. I don't have children. I had wanted very much to have a child. I have felt useless for a very long time. I thought that maybe God wanted another path for me. I'm a teacher and I love the kids," said Amy.

Lisa brought the cups of coffee and put them on the table.

"By the way, Nora, how do you feel?" Samantha asked her.

"Theodore had some money and I sold the apartment, where I had lived with Michael. We bought a house for our family. We live there with Mary. It's a small house, but I hope to buy another one later. Theodore is the school's program director at a very good school in our town, at present," said Nora.

"Tell me what exactly a school program director is," Lisa wanted to know.

"I don't exactly know, but all he said is that the school program includes the development and the implementation of the master schedule, some staffing assignments, student scheduling and allocation of the resources. Theodore supervises and coordinates all the educational and counseling duties for the students and the staff of the school, "said Nora.

"What about Dan, where is he working now?" Amy asked her.

"Well, he is a doctor, my dear, he works at the hospital," said Nora.

"Tell me about Mary," continued Amy.

"She is a dentist. She will work with me. I must talk to Victor to extend our cabinet. We must build another room and we must turn it into a dental office for Mary. I must extend the house, where the dental cabinet is placed," said Nora.

"Mary is so lucky to marry Dan. You must be so happy for her, "said Amy.

"Dan is a wonderful person, my dear," said Nora.

''Of course, they are both like kids," said Amy.

"Take care, Mary can hear you. She has a very mature thinking," said Nora.

"They are still kids for me," said Amy, sighing.

Mentioning specific words about the hospital can automatically determine some people to think of the typical doctors and nurses. Although working as a doctor requires a specialist training and some qualifications, there are a few occasional opportunities to start as an assistant, allowing for a combination of study with practice. This gives many opportunities to develop the skills and to gain new qualifications, or to increase the salary prospects. There are many training and employment prospects within this work. You need to find the best position.

Dan realized that working in a hospital is not like learning in a college. He was socially challenged. He was locked up for twelve years in the college and the medical school. He had been completely cut out from the real world, until he started to believe that he was truly responsible for the life of the human beings. Starting to work in the hospital, Dan found out that some employees could act like babies and they could like some immature gossips.

"People like to talk about you behind your back. It will get back to you. Do not talk about your coworkers in a bad way. It will get back to them," said Brandon, the director of the hospital.

"There are so many ways to avoid this problem," said Dan

"It's not always a pleasant environment. If you enjoy your work in this hospital, stick with it. If you don't enjoy it, keep working at it. I think the new generation will be better than us," said Brandon.

"This hospital is an interesting place. It doesn't matter who we are, the job is just a job," said Dan

"All we can do here is to treat our patients, to cultivate our good will and to go home to our personal life," said Brandon.

"So, everything I have heard about the hospital environment is true," said Dan.

"Sometimes, the people can be on the verge of a mental breakdown. I think that this characteristic is generally inherent to the human nature and it is specifically caused by the particular problems, "said Brandon.

"We spend more time at work than we spend at home, "said Dan

"Our mission is to care for the patients. In our emergency room, many patients are indigent and they do not have their own doctors," said Brandon.

"I think that we must focus our attention on caring for them, for the purpose of treating them at a lower cost," said Dan.

"The lower cost is necessary, but the patient's health is very important. By the way, we can reduce the length of the hospital stay, we can oversee the discharge planning and we can improve the contact between the hospitals and the home care agencies. This way, we can have enough money for good treatment results," said Brandon.

"Moreover, it is a good idea to create a separate group of some hospital based physicians," said Dan.

"This way, we can avoid the reduction of the important costs by cutting back the money we spend to pay some services. Moreover, this decision can eliminate some concerns about the safety of the patients," said Brandon.

"The pharmacists can lease their space in the building," said Dan.

"You're right. A temporary problem is that the hospital has hired a lot of assistant doctors and the new medical building is scheduled to be finished only in June," said Brandon.

"Until the building is finished, it is going to be a little tight, but I see about one hundred patients each week and those second doctors can help me a lot," said Dan.

"I am very glad that I found someone so energetic like you," said Brandon.

"I am so excited to know this," said Dan, seemingly to himself.

"Excellent," said Brandon, smiling.

After that, Dan went to see his patients.

"Good morning, doctor! Can you spare a few minutes for me?" Paul told him.

"Certainly I can do this! What is the matter with you? "Dan asked him jovially.

"I've caught a cold and I'm coughing."

"Are you running a high temperature?"

"I don't think so."

Dan examined Paul' heart and lungs, but he didn't find any pathological modification. He asked Paul to widely open his mouth and to deeply breathe through the nose. He concluded that there wasn't any radical wrong sign of illness at his patient.

"You have run down a little. Take a complete rest. Get these tablets twice a day. You will be all right in three or four days. What is the matter with you, Samuel?" Dan continued to examine another patient.

"The injections you gave me helped me for a while. Now, my back pain is acting up again and my rib pain is back, "said Samuel.

"I will examine you and I will change your medical prescription," said Dan. He turned his head to Christine and asked, "What is the matter with you?"

"A week ago the surgeon had operated me. After that, I realized that I feel better than before the operation. I had made the right decision. I understood that I was given a second chance; even I had to take more pills. This change was probably one the most difficult situations I had to deal with, "said Christine.

"Let's plainly talk, Lisa, why are you here with me?" Sam asked her, slightly fondling her shoulders.

"I really don't know. I have not been cheating Michael since we began to live together. I knew that I have loved him from the moment I met him. I think I love you now, Sam," said Lisa.

"I love you too," said Sam

"From the moment that my eyes firstly saw you, I have adored you," continued Lisa.

"I will never be able to replace him," said Sam, smiling and turning his body to Lisa.

"You can make me forget my sad moments," said Lisa.

"That's nice," said Sam." You're a good girl." His eyes tried to hide something.

In a special room of a well hidden salmon colored stucco motel, Sam and Lisa have begun to meet since a while. The building had hidden parking spots, mirrored ceilings and tacky sunset murals. It seemed to be a perfect place for their meetings. She chose to be with Sam, because she felt abandoned. Her relationship with Michael failed and she wanted to be in love with someone else, a man who could love her.

She decided to live a double life, by choosing to be with both of them. At the same time, she wanted to have her own secrets. She wanted a man, who could share his thoughts with her and who could love her. She knew that everybody coming in this motel had a story as an excuse, but she loved Michael more than her life and Michael hurt her very deeply.

"I feel that my love story is the saddest story you have ever heard," said Lisa.

Sometimes the new teachers can be more effective than their veteran counterparts. While many veterans lose their passion for teaching over time, the new teachers are eager to be in the profession. Others think that the latest fad in teacher preparation cannot replace the wisdom that veteran educators gained over the years. Tom thought to be innovative. He knew that Mike, who became the new director, needed to hire him because he needed young teaching minds in the school. Tom wanted to be selfless and to have performance at work. He already had some innovative solutions for some of the problems of the school and he knew that he was able to improve the present situation.

"The new teachers tend to be more inventive and innovative with their teaching style.If they are asked to teach demonstrative lessons, they will have better results than the veterans," said Mike.

"Yes, dear, they have a different kind of knowledge,'' said Amy.

"They are taught about the most recent educational research," said Mike.

"They are excited to jump into a new career. On the other hand, the veteran teachers have had many years of successes in trying some strategies that still work very well, "said Amy.

"Teaching is a talent," said Theodore.

"A new teacher with talent can be better than a veteran one. But a veteran teacher with talent is the best, because the talent combined with the experience cannot be beat," said Amy.

"I know that all the teachers are working under the pressure to reach their achievements. I am already prepared for that," said Tom.

"Many of our teachers are interested on promulgating a kind of system by focusing on the symptoms and not on the causes. And this is reason the system fails sometimes," said Mike.

"The cause is that the teachers are allowed to practice their profession by using a revamped educational pedagogy," said Amy.

"Many veteran teachers have to be informed about the new practices and they have to implement current strategies in their lessons," said Theodore.

"The new teachers are knowledgeable about the best research, but sometimes they do not receive any support," said Tom.

"When a veteran teacher does not stay in tune with the latest best practices, a new teacher may be more efficient," said Mike

"The effectiveness cannot be assessed, when there are two opposite points of view. Try to encourage the bad teachers to become better than they are and the good teachers to share what they know with others," said Theodore.

"A good teacher must demonstrate honesty, respect, responsibility, compassion and perseverance," said Tom.

"They spend their time outside the classroom for grading papers and for their professional development and they expect compensation for this kind of work, even they have no substantial education in the fields," said Mike.

"Hopefully, these new teachers can gain experience," said Amy.

"I must go now. Tom is very well prepared to replace me and I am completely sure that he will be a very good Math teacher instead of me," said Theodore.

"How is your family life now?" Amy asked Theodore.

"Well, it is a real family dream. I love my daughter and I enjoy every day seeing her. I am glad that she is so healthy and happy. Nora became a good life partner. I understood that I should sacrifice myself for being with her, when she wanted to work in the town, but I can not turn back the time. In the Bible it is written that the woman should follow her man. She didn't understand those words, when it was necessary," said Theodore.

"You're right," said Amy.

"Tell me about you," said Theodore.

"I like my life. I have a very close relationship with my husband. We value our time we spend together and I can't imagine our life being interrupted. I have nothing to regret," said Amy.

Amy was a very passive weak woman and this was the reason why she took her husband along with her. In the morning, she looked at Mike and said," There are two reasons why I wake up in the morning. Those reasons are my alarm clock and you."

"You look so great this morning. In fact you look great every morning," said Mike, while he was kissing her.

"The rain and the sunshine do not always come together. But you represent the perfect match for me," replied Amy, touching him tenderly.

''It is raining and I don't see the sun, but I know it's there. Sometimes, I cannot see you, but you are always on my mind. You're such a romantic woman, Amy. Only in your arms I feel alive," said Mike and he put his head on her left breast.

Amy was happy to share her thoughts with the aim of encouraging the women, who were in similar circumstances.She was a leader of a local organization for women and she taught them to strongly stay against their adversities. Being a dream maker, Amy had a long history of fighting for women rights. Her relationship with her husband was a very special one. More exactly, it was one of the most complex types of relationships. She was very confident to him. Having no children of their own, they loved each other more than usual.

"The deposit is already paid and it is not complete. I don't have the goods," said Brandon.

"They asked me some surcharge payments this time," said Mark.

"Did you find a way to get out of this?" Michael asked him.

"I'm still looking for a loophole," said Mark.

"Tell the buyer to pay a higher surcharge," said Michael.

"I did it, but the buyer refused to pay. He said we had a deal. They don't have the money. Let the money bubble, live off the kick back, "said Mark.

"Try to sell the goods to another company at a higher price. Take the money and complete another deposit for them," said Brandon.

"This takes time and it will not be easy. They had already asked me how long it will take," said Mark.

".You didn't understand. They may have to wait until they can pay for the expense of the goods," said Michael.

"Okay. How does your relationship with Lisa go?" Brandon asked him.

"Lisa loves me as I love Ella. I understood her and I wanted to give her everything she needed. I don't know why I feel like she is cheating on me," said Michael.

"Maybe she's jealous," said Mark.

"It's more than this and it will not be easier for her, believe me," Michael said with a thoughtful expression on his face.


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