Mialing

by Arecee

 

Sarah picked up Mialing and they drove to get Marlene.

"God Mialing, you look so hot, we're going to have guys all over us."

"You look good too Sarah, your husband had better be worried."

"He could care less, he's probably doing someone else anyway, the bastard."

Sarah honked the car horn when they reached Marlene's house. Marlene's parent's had a second home and let her use it until she got on her feet. With three small kids the likelihood of that happening were nil.

Marlene looked good. She kept in shape and despite having three children she had kept her figure. Her dress was off the shoulder and mid thigh in length. It was royal blue in color and hugged her figure like a glove.

"Marlene, you're going to have to share the guys with us," laughed Mialing.

"I'll be lucky to have one dance with you looking like that," giggled Marlene.

The girls entered the dance club and found a table. This was a nice club in one of the casinos and had a dress code, suits for the men and dresses for the women.

Sarah ordered a white wine as did Marlene and Mialing ordered her customary soda.

Sarah was asked to dance first and then Marlene. Mialing was asked by this hunk of a man and was soon on the dance floor. She danced with him for several dances, all fast. A slow dance started and he swept Mialing into his arms. He pulled her tight against his body with his right arm and held her hand with his left. Mialing's arm went farther around his shoulder as the dance began. He was several inches taller than Mialing even with her heels on.

"Have you been here before?" he whispered in her ear.

"This is my first time," she responded.

"What's your name?" he asked as his lips touched her ear.

"Mialing."

"That's a very pretty name, where are you from?" he asked as his lips caressed her ear.

Mialing was getting flustered, the movement of their bodies against each other was causing Mialing to feel aroused, her nipples were becoming engorged and now the caressing on her ears was doing something to her that only Mark had made her feel, lust.

"I'm from Hong Kong," she whispered, barely able to speak.

"I've always wanted to visit Hong Kong, maybe some day. What do you do?"

"I'm a blackjack dealer," she said as she began to quiver. Mialing's inexperience with men was showing and she was easily being seduced.

"I'd better sit down for a minute," she said. She had to gain control off herself.

The man escorted Mialing to her table and then asked her if she would like to join him at his. He didn't want to lose this girl, she was by far the most beautiful woman in the room and God was she hot, if she was this easy already, I know I can get her in bed.

"I'll have to ask my friend's."

"I can wait."

He wasn't going to go anywhere and lose the girl, not a chance.

Sarah returned first.

"Sarah, this is, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"How rude of me, I'm Bradley Morgan and we came over here to see if it would be alright if Mialing joined me at my table."

"Of coarse, run along Mialing, we'll let you know before we go."

Now Mialing didn't know what to do, Sarah had as much as told her to go with Bradley and she was afraid to go with him. She didn't like losing control and yet he made her feel so good, she should be all right, she thought, just stay in control.

Bradley escorted Mialing to his table and asked her what she would like to drink.

"Just a soda will be fine," she answered.

The drinks arrived and Bradley wanted to know more about this princess.

"How long have you lived here?" he asked.

"I've lived in Vegas for four years. I lived in Reno before that." She replied.

"You speak very good English, where were you educated?"

"In Hong Kong. I went to a catholic school and everyone speaks like this."

"Did you know you have a British accent, it's very sexy."

Mialing blushed when he said that. Why is he affecting me so, she wondered.

"Actually you sound like you have and American accent to me," giggled Mialing.

Bradley felt his penis twitch when Mialing giggled, God is she sexy he thought.

"Do you feel rested enough to dance again?" he asked.

"I thought you would never ask," she purred.

This girl was driving Bradley crazy with lust. She would speak and her voice was like an aphrodisiac to him, he had to seduce her.

The dancing began anew with Mialing and Bradley dancing their best. All the songs were fast so things were light hearted and Mialing began to trust Bradley and she did like to be with him.

A slow song began to play and Bradley swept Mialing into his arms. This time however he let go of her hand and placed both arms around her waist and pulled her tight. Mialing saw other girls in this predicament and put both her arms around his neck. Bradley pulled Mialing tight enough to feel her breasts against his chest and let the rhythm of the dance make their bodies rub softly together. Mialing could feel her nipples getting hard and the sexual tension building in her body. She was becoming flushed, and then she felt it, Bradley was becoming aroused. Before she had met Mark, she would have run from the dance floor, but now, she liked what she was doing to this man, having the power to make him hard, to make him want her and much to her concern make her want him. Mialing was losing control and didn't even know it and when Bradley kissed her she pulled him tight and kissed back. The kiss lasted for several seconds and when the couple broke it Mialing looked into Bradley's eyes and saw something she had only seen in Mark's, the longing to mate with this girl. Mialing pulled Bradley's lips to hers and kissed him deeply allowing her lips to part and take his tongue deep in her mouth. The song had ended and they finally parted when they heard applause for their show of love.

Bradley bowed but Mialing blushed, she was embarrassed. She had never been seen kissing in public before and she turned scarlet with the attention.

"Walk with me?" Bradley asked.

"I'd like that," Mialing responded.

The couple walked outside into the desert night and through the hotel gardens. There was a soft breeze caressing Mialing's neck and hair.

"You have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen." said Bradley.

"Thank you," Mialing said as she blushed with the compliment.

The couple had been holding hands the whole time they had been walking. Bradley turned and lowered his lips to Mialing's and kissed her. Mialing pulled Bradley tight to her and her lips yielded to his tongue. This kiss lasted for minutes and when they broke for air they started all over again. Mialing liked what was happening to her, she was being seduced and when Bradley's hand found her breast she was his. She wanted him right now, she wanted him inside her so she reached for the erection in his pants and took it in her hand.

"I want you Bradley," she gasped.

"My room is in the hotel, I'll take you there."

"I have to tell my friends that they can leave without me."

"Okay."

The couple found Sarah, and told her Mialing didn't need a ride home. Sarah gave Mialing a hug, knowing what Mialing was going to do.

Mialing took Bradley's hand and followed him to his room.

Bradley opened the door for Mialing and she entered. Mialing felt fear and yet her lust for this man overcame her fear. Mialing wanted this man.

Bradley closed the door and swept Mialing into his arms covering her with kisses. The feel of Bradley's lips on her neck and face were making Mialing want him that much more. His lips finally met hers and she parted hers to receive his tongue. Bradley's hand found Mialing's breast and caressed it with loving touches. His other hand found the zipper to her dress and slid it down until it stopped. He reached back up and unfastened the eyehook, which allowed Mialing's dress to slip from her body. His hand caressed her now bare skin sending shivers up Mialing's spine. Bradley was a very accomplished lover and knew how fast he should move to finalize the lovemaking. His hand found the catch on Mialing's bra and soon her breasts were free of their confinement. Bradley lowered his mouth to suckle her nipples. When he did this Mialing begged him to penetrate her.

"Please take me Bradley, please," she moaned.

Bradley led her by her hand to the bed and lowered her onto it. He removed his clothes and lay next to her, kissing her gently on her neck while he caressed her breasts with his hand, Mialing moaned with each kiss and rolled onto her back inviting Bradley to enter her. Bradley rolled over on top of her and with a well-practiced motion slowly entered her. Bradley was larger than Mark and Mialing felt discomfort as he buried himself inside of her. Bradley felt the girl tense when he entered her and stayed still until she could adjust to his size. As he felt Mialing relax he began to move very slowly not wanting her to have discomfort. Mialing had stretched enough to enjoy the invasion and lifted her hips to help Bradley gain more depth. Bradley knew from practice that he could now increase the in and out motion.

Mialing was on fire and as she wrapped her legs around Bradley's back she had orgasm and pulled him into her as deeply as she could. Bradley was an expert at this and knew he would be able to bring her off several more times before he too would be satisfied. Bradley was amazed at the fire within Mialing. She held him and met his thrusts. She was an incredible lover. Bradley finally came and collapsed on the most satisfying woman he had ever fucked. Mialing couldn't stop from moving her pussy against the man, his penis felt so good inside of her. Bradley went soft but didn't fall out. The couple just lay together and held each other not wanting what they had done to end. Mialing loved the way this man had made her feel and she wanted more. She began kissing his lips and then moved herself slowly so as not to have him fall out of her. Bradley felt this caressing of his penis and it began to harden once again. Mialing was in control now and she liked being able to affect a man like this. She rolled Bradley onto his back and sat up on top of him and started to grind her vagina on his penis. Bradley had been in this position before but no one had done to him what Mialing was doing to him. The feelings he was getting from her was beyond description. Mialing kept this up for fifteen minutes knowing when Bradley was about to cum and then would stop and then bring him back to that point until he exploded inside of her. Mialing had learned what she could now do with her sex organ with a man and control him like a puppy, Bradley was lost and Mialing was on top of the world. She had discovered sex with Mark and Bradley had brought her to a new level of enjoyment and now she had learned how a woman could control a man and have him completely under her spell. Mialing felt like the happiest woman in the world.

 

Mark heard the alarm clock Sally was nice enough to set. He opened his eyes and wondered where he was then remembered Sally. He had fallen out of her and rolled over onto his back. Sally had rolled over and her hand was resting on his chest, She looks so innocent when she sleeps, he thought, I could get used to being here. Mark rose and went to the bathroom t take care of business. Sally moaned when he left her. She opened her eyes and saw Mark was missing from her bed. She started to panic until she heard the toilet flush. Mark opened the door and walked back to her bed and kissed her good morning.

"Good morning sweetheart," he said. After the previous night Mark was opening his heart to someone other than Mialing and he was feeling conflicted. He had cheated on Mialing and yet for some reason he didn't feel that bad about it, he really liked this girl.

"Mmm, good morning," she purred.

"I have to get going, I'm supposed to be at work in an hour and I still have to shower and change my clothes," he responded.

"We could shower here together," the little minx stated.

"I'll lose my job if we do, I'll never leave you if we do."

"That's the idea," she laughed.

"I'll see you after work at the café and then we can see where this is going," he said.

"You can move your things here and get out of that hole, it's much cleaner."

"Maybe I will, I'd like that."

Mark left and went to his hotel to change for work He checked the door and the hair was still where it belonged. He entered his room and grabbed a towel so he could shower. He had to remove the evidence of the previous nights lovemaking before he dressed for work. He dressed and hid his Glock under the bed and attached his twenty-two to his leg and placed his hair alarm in the door and went to work.

He arrived just on time knowing that this was his next to last day on the job because tomorrow the FBI would raid the place. He conducted his business as usual but couldn't stop thinking about Sally and how she had moved Mialing aside in his heart. He loved Mialing but now there was conflict and he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. He was supposed to move in with Mialing and yet now he wasn't sure he wanted too. He had to find his way and couldn't if he were to live with Mialing. He wanted both of these women and wasn't sure of what he should do. He really didn't know either one of them since all he did was have great sex with each of them. He knew both girls were extremely vulnerable, and needed to have someone to guide them, but could he, crap, he was always on assignment somewhere, he had to think.

His day ended and he returned to see Sally and then go to his room and pack things up for his move to Sally's. He wouldn't be staying long, a week at the most until all the paperwork was done on the case, but he might as well be with her rather than stay alone.

Mark opened the door to the café and Sally looked up and smiled. Her smile was one of those I love you smiles, not a, hi, new customer smile, but one that said I missed you all day and when we get home you're going to get the biggest kiss.

"Hi," she said, "How was your day?"

"To long, I missed you today."

When Mark said that she wanted to hug him but because she was at work she touched the back of his hand. In her previous relationship all she ever heard was give it up, I'm horny and never, I missed you. It was always a relationship where the guy would take and she would have to give, especially after the meth started, then she would have to give just to get her hit on the pipe. Now she had been clean and sober for over a year and when Mark said things to her she felt special. Mark, knowing what kind of hell she was coming from wanted nothing more than to make Sally feel like special woman. Mark was a special kind of man.

"I missed you too."

"Do you want to eat anything, or do you want to wait until I get home and I'll fix something for you."

"You shouldn't have to do that, not after working all day."

"I don't mind," she said as she mouthed, I love you, to him.

Mark felt like a schoolboy again with this girl, she was so giving, she didn't hold anything back, her heart was an open book, God he was lucky.

"You talked me into it, I'll see you when you get off of work. I'll go get my things and move them to your place."

"I'll see you at nine," she said as she beamed her biggest smile at him.

Mark left the café and felt like skipping down the street, this girl made him feel so special. She's so sweet and caring, so much like Mialing, shit, Mialing. Mark hadn't called her yet for some reason he didn't want to this evening, he was moving in with Sally, just until his assignment was done and he felt guilty. If I call her she'll know that I cheated on her and if I don't, what do I tell her then? Mark was in a quandary, he loved Mialing and he had feelings for Sally. He wasn't sure if it was love yet but his head was swimming with all kinds of thoughts. Who do I choose, or do I just date both girls and decide later? Sally's so giving and open, I know there is nothing she wouldn't do for me. Mialing's a different girl, quiet and hard to get to know, there's a mysterious quality about her, but when she does give of herself you know it's from the heart and that she really gave of herself more so than most women would. Both girls are beautiful to look at, Sally with a sexy girl next door look and Mialing's a girl who carries herself in such a classy way that one were to think she was royalty. Mark decided to call Mialing before he got to his hotel.

"Hello," answered Mialing.

"Hi honey, it's me," said Mark, "How was your wild night out with the girls?"

Mark had no idea of how wild it had been for Mialing, if he knew he wouldn't have felt guilty for moving to Sally's apartment.

"We had a good time, what did you do?" Mialing answered, as she turned red with guilt.

"Nothing much, you know, just watched TV and went to bed," he said, well at least the last part wasn't a lie, he just left out the part about Sally.

"When are you coming home?"

"In about a week and a half. We're raiding the place tomorrow and then I have some things to clean up and then I'll be home."

"Okay sweetheart, call me tomorrow, I love you."

"I will, I love you too," Mark said, as he felt like shit for saying so.

 

Mark reached his hotel and went up to his room. As he placed the key next to the lock he noticed the hair was missing. His stomach turned a somersault when he saw the missing hair. Luckily he hadn't pushed the key into the cylinder to warn the man inside of his presence. Mark was angry that he hadn't brought the Glock but he still had the twenty-two strapped to his leg. He pulled his cuff up and took the weapon in his hand. He pulled the hammer back and pushed the key into the lock and turned the cylinder, releasing the dead bolt. The dead bolt was all that held the door shut as the hotel was too cheap to invest in a latch handle too. Mark's room was laid out in such a way that when the door opened, it opened in, from left to right and was on the left side of the room as you entered. Mark knew from training that the man would be standing either directly behind the door or the near right corner just down from the door so Mark wouldn't see him when he pulled the trigger. The man didn't know Mark was FBI and didn't expect what was about to happen. Mark kicked the door open and did a forward roll through the door past the end of the bed. Mark heard the man's gun fire a round and the bullet sing by his ear. He landed and turned his gun in the direction of the corner and fired off two rounds. The assailant's gun was much louder, probably a 357, than the relatively quiet twenty-two. The man went, "argh" as he was hit in the shoulder of his gun hand. This threw the gunman's aim off as he fire off two more rounds and fled the room. Mark shot once more hitting the man's leg as he ran through the door. The man ran down the hallway leaving a trail of blood. Mark wanted to follow the man and capture him but the accurate range for the twenty two was only about ten yards before you were guessing where the bullet would go and he didn't want some innocent person getting shot. The man stumbled down the stairs and into his car and sped away. The hotel manager had called the police when he heard the gun shots and sirens were screaming as the police cars stopped in front of the hotel.

"Where did the gunshots come from?" asked the first policeman.

"From the second floor, in the back."

The cops pulled their weapons and carefully climbed the stairs to the second floor.

"Police, throw out your weapons," the officer shouted.

"I have two and I'm FBI," answered Mark as he threw both of his guns into the hallway.

"Come out of the room with your hands behind your head."

Mark knew the drill, the police didn't know if he really was an FBI agent so he did as they said. The police ran to Mark and pushed him to the floor and handcuffed him. The officers brought him back into his room to find out what happened.

"Do you want to tell us your name?"

"Mark Conrad."

"Tell us what happened."

"I came home and knew there was someone in my room and since I'm undercover I can't tell them I'm FBI, so I unlocked the door and kicked it in, and did a roll as I entered. He fired off a round and I only had my backup pistol and fired back. I hit him in the shoulder and he fired off two more rounds and ran out the door. I shot at him one more time and hit his leg before he cleared the door and then that's when you came."

"What did the guy look like?"

"He was around six feet tall and looked like he was German or Austrian. He had a moustache and light brown hair and was wearing jeans and a dress shirt, with a jacket over the top and that's about all I can tell you."

"You say you're FBI, can you collaborate that?"

"Yes, call this number, they'll answer 'Johnson's Appliances," tell them who you are and that you have me and need to know if I'm telling you the truth and then I need to talk to them."

The policeman called the number and talked to Mark's contact. In the meantime another officer called his station to have them make sure Mark's contact was real. When both officers heard he was telling the truth they released the handcuffs.

"Thanks guy," Mark Said.

"Sorry we had to do that but you know the procedure." said the officer.

"No problem, I would have done the same thing," Mark responded. "Look it's getting late and I was supposed to be somewhere a half of an hour ago, I'm moving out of this hole so I'll grab my things and then the room is all yours."

"CSI should be here any minute, your going to have to leave the gun you used as evidence, but since you didn't use the Glock you can take it with you, I'd hate to be you and not have some kind of protection."

"Thanks guys."

 

Mark packed his things and carried them to Sally's apartment. He rang her number and she buzzed him up.

Sally opened her door for Mark. He could tell she had been crying.

"Sally, honey, what's wrong?"

"I thought you had changed your mind about coming here."

"I wouldn't do something like that without telling you first. I had a problem at the hotel, someone tried to shoot me."

"Oh Mark, are you alright?" Sally said as she ran to Mark's arms.

"I'm fine, the other guy isn't though, I got him twice."

Sally started trembling and held Mark tighter, "That could have been you," she said.

"I'm fine honey, really." Mark said.

"I don't know what I would do if I were to lose you," Sally said as she dissolved into tears. Sally was just gaining control of her life and now she had found a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and he was almost killed because of his job, she was in hysterics.

"Baby, I'm alright, really, please calm down, please."

Sally finally gained control of her emotions and looked up at Mark and said, "Kiss me."

Their lips touched and the feeling of love passed between Mark and Sally. The kiss lasted for a moment before they parted. There wasn't the feeling of lust when they did, just the relief that they had each other, they were in love.

 

The next day the raid went down as planned. Mark didn't participate because they had to make Bill Jepson disappear. The ambush was the perfect ruse to attain that goal. The agents arrested every one at the business when the raid went down. Mark was in the office talking to Jason Willard the man who had invented Bill Jepson and given him an identity.

"I'll tell you Jason, I thought this assignment was going to be a walk in the park, but when that guy almost killed me, I was thanking you to high heaven for the identity you gave me."

"It was easy Mark, at least they didn't hurt you and after the news paper comes out with your death reported you should be okay."

"How long have you been doing this identity thing anyhow?"

"I guess it's been around eleven or twelve years now. I started back in Colorado and worked there for ten years and got tired of small city living and transferred to Chicago, best move I ever made."

"You worked in Colorado, one of my first cases ended up there, a guy named Tommy Wong. He was a mean prick, killed I don't know how many men. We gave him immunity and he went back there for relocation. I couldn't believe the things he told us. From the look of him you'd think he was just some quiet Chinese kid but after what he told us, he was scary."

"Did you say Tommy Wong? I remember a Tommy Wong, God what a screw up that was. Poor son of a bitch comes to us for protection and almost gets killed. Some bastard from the gangs infiltrated the bureau and tried to kill Tommy. Yeah, it's coming back now, Tommy took off, I couldn't blame him after what had happened. We killed his assailant but Tommy didn't know and he took off running. We didn't hear from him for over a year and then one day he shows up at our door, dirty and cold. He asks us if we can make him disappear. The first time he was here we had the perfect setup for him. He had learned his new identity and everything, all he had to do was testify to the jury and he would have disappeared. We thought we had our shit together with this one, but I guess we didn't. He told us that he had been found and the gangs tried to kill him back in New York, he was lucky to get away, at least he trusted us enough to come back."

"What happened then, I heard from a friend of his that he was dead?"

"I guess you could say that since Tommy Wong doesn't exist anymore, not with his new identity."

"Where did you relocate him to?"

"I don't know where he went, after we finished with him he left and disappeared. He was the most expensive remodel the agency ever did."

"How's that?"

"Well he came back that night and asked if we could make him disappear. He said that we had to change his appearance or he was dead. We owed him big time for what he had done for us. All the information that he gave us was invaluable. We never went to trial with it but apparently the gangs took care of the problem for us. Who ever was in charge put the order out and all the parties that Tommy told us about were executed. We think this goes all the way up into the Chinese government but after Winston Chang was killed the trail stopped. We figured though that there were still people looking for Tommy so we agreed to help him become a new person. You know how Tommy had those eyes, well even if we were to relocate him to bum fuck Egypt someone would recognize him so we did the only thing that made sense, we made him into a woman."

"A woman?"

"Yep, a woman. Boy was he pissed when we told him what we were going to do. He said no way, but after we explained that it would be the only way for him to disappear he finally agreed to it. It took a ton of work and money, but like I said we owed it to him. We had the finest doctors and surgeons for everything. We started him on hormones and while they did their work we taught him his new identity. After about six months we gave him breast implants and then the serious work started. We had to feminize his face, what a bitch of an operation that was. They had to peel his face back and shave his skull and then they did his nose and chin. He was bandaged up for weeks and when the bandages did come off it looked as though someone had beat the crap out of him. While he was under they shaved his Adam's apple and tightened his vocal cords. The first time I heard him speak after the operation I couldn't believe it was Tommy, his voice was like music, when I heard it, it freaked me out. The hormones had given him curves and with the implants he was looking hot. We gave him electrolysis and the more we trained him the more like a woman he became. The last thing was the big operation. He was already freaking out about what we had done to him and after we finished making him a woman, he almost had a break down. It was about three months after the final operation that he finally got to see the finished product in the mirror. I remember that day as if it were yesterday."

"There were three of us in the room with him, his nurse, his surgeon, and me."

"Tommy we've finished all that we can do with you, the rest is up to you. We want you to see what we have done and explain to you what you must do so certain things aren't undone. Stand in front of the mirror and I think you will be surprised, you look wonderful," said the surgeon.

"Tommy walked to the mirror and waited for the nurse to remove the blanket covering it.

When the blanket dropped Tommy gasped."

"Meet the new you Tommy, what do you think?" asked the surgeon.

"Tommy was staring at the reflection. Looking back was this creation of beauty that any man would give his right arm for. There was a look of horror on his face and then he started to cry, imagine, Tommy Wong crying."

"Why are you crying, Tommy?" asked the surgeon.

"I'm crying because when I saw myself in the mirror, I felt like I was getting an erection and then I looked down and there was nothing there. I wanted to make love to myself. All I could think of was, what a beautiful girl that is, and then, it hit me, I'm that girl, I don't want to be a girl like that, I just wanted to disappear."

"When I first saw the completed Tommy, I couldn't believe how pretty he was, his hair was just touching his shoulders and his figure was soft and round in all the right places and his face, God he was so God awful pretty. Those eyes were haunting, I fell into the depths of them and to be perfectly honest, I think I fell in love with Tommy that day. Here was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen standing naked in front of me and I had helped create her. To say I was getting excited would be an understatement, I had wet dreams about that girl for months afterward, and when she left the compound it broke my heart. I knew she was once a man but after we finished with her there was no way I could have ever considered her as being a man, she was just too beautiful. She had been training to make all her movements feminine and now everything she did said woman."

"Tommy the phenomenon you described is called the phantom limb syndrome. It's very common for amputees to feel things with a hand that had been cut off even though the hand is gone. The nerves to the limb remain and the brain still sends signals to the limb as though it's still there. That feeling will go away eventually but for now it's something you're going to have to live with."

"What about me though, I still feel like a man, I look in the mirror and I want to do me, when will I feel like I look?"

"That's hard to say, maybe never or maybe next week, that's up to you. The hormones you're taking will help you feel more like a woman over time, but whether you will feel completely like one is anyone's guess. I'd suggest that you see a therapist when you leave here to help you come to terms with yourself." the doctor said.

"I'm sorry doctor, but I don't like any of this just yet, isn't there anything you can do?"

"I've done everything I could do, I made you into a person that won't have to look over your shoulder all the time wondering when someone would shoot you. Try to come to terms with yourself Tommy, it'll make life much easier."

"The nurse looked at Tommy and said, "You're very lucky to be so pretty Tommy but if I were you I would pick a different name, calling yourself Tommy doesn't help you accept who you are now."

"I'll have to think of a name, I don't know if I can do that just yet."

"That's when I said, "Tommy try to pick one soon because I have to invent a whole new life for you including birth certificates and citizenship papers. There will be a lot for you to learn before you leave here."

""Tommy, let's get you dressed, you've given these men enough of a thrill for today," said the nurse as she glared at me."

The nurse wrapped the blanket around Tommy and led her away so she could get dressed. I didn't see Tommy for several days and then he asked me to come to his room. Tommy was wearing makeup and had her hair styled. She was wearing a blouse and a pair of shorts. I couldn't help staring at her legs. They had become so soft and shapely from the hormones and hadn't noticed before because she had always been wearing Tommy's clothes but now, I was getting an erection just being with her. She was so sexy and didn't even know it, I had to get my mind elsewhere.

"Hi Tommy, how are you feeling?" I asked.

"I'm feeling fine, Jason and I finally decide on a name for myself, Mialing."

"What a pretty name, how do you spell that, M-Y-L-I-N-G?"

"No, M-I-A-L-I-N-G, do you like it?" Tommy asked in a voice that was begging for approval.

""Tomm, oops, I mean Mialing, it's a very pretty name. It fits a woman as pretty as you," I said. I didn't mean anything by what I said but she was that pretty and I couldn't help myself, she made me feel like a babbling idiot. I'm not a good looking man and talking to a girl as pretty as Mialing was doing funny things to me. The only girls that ever talked to me were the ones nobody paid attention to or were too drunk to see and now I was talking to this gorgeous woman that would make the handsomest man have trouble talking and she was blushing and at a lose for words."

"Jason, please don't take this wrong but I don't like you saying things like that to me. I still feel like a man and it makes me feel like I'm having a gay encounter when I talk to another man. I've seen myself and know what's going through another man's mind when he looks at me, heck I even feel that way, so please don't say things like that to me."

"I'm sorry Mialing, it wasn't intentional and I shouldn't have said what I did. I'm supposed to keep this on a professional level and I didn't, I'm sorry."

"That's when she did something that I think surprised her as much as me, she touched the back of my hand and said that she forgave me. I never wanted to wash that hand again."

"Mialing stayed with us for around a year while she trained and the hormones took effect. When she left us her figure was thirty-three bust a twenty four inch waist and thirty-two inch hips. We knew that she would continue to fill out if she didn't stop the hormones to probably thirty-four twenty-four thirty-four, a perfect figure."

"She really never got into the whole female thing, you know makeup and clothing. I think the only reason she did makeup was to please her instructors and the only thing she wore was something loose and usually black in color, a button up blouse and black pants. She never wore skirts or dresses and always flat shoes. She learned how to walk in heels but never wore them by choice. She never showed her legs, the only time I saw them was when she first saw herself and after that she kept covered. It was as though she didn't want to let go of Tommy. You could tell by her actions that she didn't want to be a woman, even though everything about her was feminine from her walk to every movement she made there wasn't anything masculine about her. Occasionally I could tell she had been crying and knew why, she just couldn't accept being a woman. I felt really bad for her but what had been done to her had to be done or she would have been killed or I should say he would have been killed. I will say though that she really worked hard at being Mialing. Every detail and nuance about her became second nature. She learned everything about her past and never made a mistake when asked about her previous life but you could tell she wasn't happy. There was always an inner struggle and an outer struggle going on with her. I don't know if she ever resolved her conflict, Mialing was a wonderful person, but the poor girl was so confused."

Now Mark was the one in conflict, he had just learned of Mialing's past and didn't know how to feel. He loved Mialing, or the illusion of Mialing and yet he wasn't sure how he felt just now. Mialing used to be Tommy and Tommy was scum. Tommy was also a man and now Mark was in conflict. He loved Mialing more than he had loved any other woman and now he had found out that she had a secret, one that gave him the creeps. Mark wished he had never found out about this secret, he didn't know what he would say to Mialing now. He had to see her anyway because of the way he felt about Sally, did he love her or Mialing more, who did he want to be with? Now he had found out where Mialing had come from and it was making the choice easy, Sally was the obvious choice, she was caring and sweet and loved Mark without question, and she was a real girl. A real girl, Mark had never even given that a thought, he loved Mialing, but now, God he was so confused, this isn't right, he still felt the same about Mialing, he still loved her and now he felt perverted about loving her, shit, why me, he thought.

 

Mialing was feeling wonderful after her night out with the girls. She felt some guilt but yet she felt liberated after her night with Bradley, she felt like a woman, a real woman, Mark had made her feel this way first and Bradley only helped push her farther along. It had taken Mialing seven years to find this place in her life, always being afraid or the feeling of being a man make her stop from becoming a woman but now she finally felt free to become the real woman she was.

Mialing was back to dealing cards the next day and the difference was profound. She was enjoying the flirtations of the men at her table and it showed. Before Mark and Bradley she would remain aloof when men made advances, but now it was as though a wall had been taken down, she had become a giggly young girl in love with her femininity, Mialing had finally made that final step to becoming a woman, the man Tommy was finally gone, no more fears, no more ghosts, just the freedom to be a sensual young woman. Mialing was in love, yes somewhat with Mark, but more so with the femininity she had discovered, she was finally free to explore what she had tried so hard to bury these last seven years, being the beautiful woman she was.

Mialing went on break and sat with Sarah.

"Sarah, let's go shopping tomorrow before we have to work," said Mialing in an excited voice.

"What's gotten into you, you never wanted to shop?"

"I need some new clothes, all I have are the same old boring things I was always wearing."

"I have to admit some of your things were pretty boring. These guys you've been seeing must have made quite an impression on you."

"I guess but it's more than that, I want to dress nicer, maybe even wear a skirt for a change."

"Well girlfriend, I didn't even know you had legs until the other night when we went out. You should show them more often, they're gorgeous."

"I've always felt self-conscious about them, actually about me, I think it had to do with going to that girl's school in Hong Kong. The only time we showed anything was when we played basketball and even then the boys weren't allowed to watch."

"You're so beautiful it was a shame to keep it covered all the time. I'll go with you, I'll see if Marlene might want to go too, although I doubt she can, what with her kids and all, she's pretty broke."

"It'll be fun, I can't wait."

The next day Mialing picked Sarah up in her GEO. It was all the car she could afford, and it was cheap. She had bought it used, with low miles on it, and driven by a little old lady from Henderson, originally from Pasadena, at least that's what the salesman had told her. This being her first car she didn't question what he had told her and besides she only drove it to and from work and as long as it ran well she was happy. In the past two years she probably hadn't put more than ten thousand miles on it. It was a boring chick car but she was happy with it.

"Let's go over to the mall on the north side, I think there are better stores there," said Sarah.

"I hope so, I've been buying my nice things in the south side mall and they don't have a very good selection and they're expensive."

"The mall is like half the price for clothes, we're going to have so much fun today."

The girls arrived at the mall and they were on a quest. Normally when Mialing shopped it was for something she had committed to but now it was time to fill her wardrobe with clothes that said, "I'm a young available woman." No more boring drab clothing for Mialing, other than what she had worn for Mark when they went away for the weekend she had nothing that was fun. Loose fitting and concealing, that was the old Mialing. This was going to change, Mialing had finally become an exciting young woman in search of her femininity.

By the time they left the mall Mialing had loaded her car with tops, scoop neck T's, tank tops, tube tops, lacy blouses, formal, casual, you name it, she bought it. Next came the shorts, all tiny and all tight, the skirts were short except for the one conservative knee length one as were the dresses, short long she didn't care as long as they made her look good. Victoria's Secret was many hundred dollars richer when she left as were the several shoe stores she visited. She bought low shoes and high shoes, sexy shoes and shoes that weren't quite as sexy but still looked good, after all as much as she wanted she couldn't wear those four-inch heels all the time.

"God Mialing, how can you afford to buy all this?" asked Sarah.

"I never did anything with my money except save it, so I might as well splurge once in a while," she giggled.

 

Mialing dropped Sarah at her apartment and returned home to wait for Mark's phone call. When it didn't come she began to worry, had something happened to Mark? Did he find out about her infidelity, that would have been impossible but because of her guilt she thought the worst.

Mark could have called but he knew Mialing would have been at work and because of the information he had learned about her, he was reluctant to speak to her fearing that he might say something he would be sorry for later. Mark had to sort things out. He wanted to be with Sally now and yet Mialing still had this strange hold on him, did he still love her or was he just curious now as to how such a beautiful feminine woman could have been Tommy?

Mark called the next day and explained that he had been shot at and had reports to make and that's why he hadn't called.

"I'll be coming to see you tomorrow and I have something to ask you," Mark said.

"I'll pick you up at the airport, I love you," she replied.

"You too," he answered.

Mialing went to work and couldn't wait to talk to Sarah and Marlene.

"Mark called and he's coming tomorrow," Mialing said excitedly.

"Oow, I bet you guys make up for lost time," giggled Marlene.

"Stop it Marlene, you know Mialing would never do anything like that," laughed Sarah.

"Stop it you two, Mark said he has something important to ask me," said Mialing, "I think he might ask me to marry him."

"You lucky girl, he sounds like such a nice guy, does that mean you will be leaving us?"

"I don't know, maybe or we might live here, it's up to him."

"Do we get to be bridesmaids?" asked Marlene.

"Of coarse, who else would I have, you're my best friends."

The next day found Mialing at the airport waiting for Mark. He finally appeared behind the security area and waved to Mialing, who waved back. When he emerged from the secured area Mialing ran to him as fast as her four-inch heels would allow. Mialing was wearing some of her new clothing and looked hot. Her blouse was low cut allowing more cleavage to show than she had ever allowed to be seen before and her skirt was short, only coming to mid-thigh. She was wearing panty hose and was made up to perfection. All the guys couldn't help but wish they were Mark as she threw herself into his arms.

Mialing pulled his lips to hers and gave him a kiss that said I love you and just wait until we get back to my place to see what else you're going to get. Mialing noticed a certain stiffness to Mark when she kissed him but not where she wanted that stiffness.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" she asked.

"It's nothing, I guess I'm just tired," he answered.

The couple walked to Mialing's car and drove to her apartment.

They entered Mialings apartment and Mialing grabbed Mark and kissed him again, parting her lips and extending her tongue into his mouth and this was getting the reaction Mialing was hoping for, Mark was becoming aroused. Mark on the other hand didn't want this to happen, he wanted to remain calm and not feel this lust for Mialing but she was winning him over, he couldn't contain what he was feeling at this moment and allowed Mialing to seduce him. He felt her breasts pushing against his chest and her hand rubbing his growing erection, he was done, he had to have her one more time. He had to feel her soft flesh against his and hear her moan as she was pleasured by his sex. He removed her blouse and bra and lowered his mouth to her breasts, her perfect soft breasts and began to suckle her nipples. When he did he felt her hand become more needy on his erection and then she let go of it and pulled her skirt and pantyhose from her body as she stepped out of her heels. Lastly she removed her panties and pulled his erection into her, she couldn't even wait for him to take her to the bed. She was groaning as he moved within her and leaned against the wall to keep from falling. Mark felt the tightness of her pussy as he stroked in and out of her and wondered how anything man made could feel so good until he exploded inside this perfect creation of beauty. Mialing was trembling as she came to her second orgasm and wondered why she had waited so long to accept her femininity. Having a man inside of you and doing what Mark was doing was next to heaven she thought and now I hope he asks me to marry him, she thought.

Mark pulled out and tried to come to his senses. He had just made love to Mialing again and he was here to break up with her, how could she have such an effect on him. It must be a perversion he thought, he knew the truth about Mialing and yet he just fucked her and even worse he wanted to do it again. He couldn't still love her could he, he loved Sally and yet he still wanted to be with Mialing, maybe even more than Sally, he had to get away from this girl before his mind became warped.

Mark took Mialing's hand and led her to the couch and lowed her down to it. The couch felt cold on her bare rear as she felt it touch the cold leather.

"Mialing, there is something I have to ask you," said Mark.

Wow, he doesn't mess around, I hope he's going to ask what I think he is, she thought.

"Yes," she responded with a smile.

"Mialing, you told me Tommy was dead, why did you lie to me?"

Mialing turned pale, this wasn't what she expected, not by a long shot. Okay don't ask me to marry you but don't ask me about Tommy either, she thought.

"You promised me that you would never ask me about Tommy again, so why now?"

"Because I know about you and Tommy."

"You don't know anything about me or Tommy. I told you Tommy died seven years ago because he did. Tommy's gone and can never come back," Mialing said as tears began to fill her eyes and her voice didn't hide the anger she was feeling toward Mark. "I have to put something on," she said. She didn't want to sit naked with Mark just now, she felt nothing but contempt for him at this moment.

Mialing went to her room and put on her robe and came back to talk to Mark. He in the mean time had put his briefs back on.

"Okay Mark, you tell me you know all about me, what do you really know about me?" she asked.

"I know you were Tommy."

"I was Tommy, what a laugh, do I look like Tommy, well do I?" she asked as her voice rose with anger.

"No," he answered sheepishly.

"No, I don't because I'm not Tommy. I'm Mialing not some murdering asshole that died seven years ago. There might be some of his bones left in my body but Tommy died a long time ago. Yes he became me but that's all. Everything about him is gone and you were the last thing that made him disappear. You have no idea how hard this journey has been for me, do you?" she asked as a tear fell from her eye. Mialing was a beautiful feminine woman and had the emotions of one and try as she may, she couldn't stop herself from showing just how feminine she had become.

"No," Mark answered, he was at a loss for words. He had made love to this extraordinary woman and thought he had seen most of her emotions but now he was seeing something else. She was angry and yet she was showing a strength born only from hardship, she had become a real woman and was proud that she was.

"You're right you don't know, so I'm going to tell you."

"When Tommy returned to the facility in Colorado it was the end of the line for him. If he couldn't disappear he would be dead within a month so the government told him they would help him, after all they did owe him a debt of gratitude. They told him the only disguise that would work for him would be to become a woman. He thought they meant for a while until things calmed down and then he could go back to being a man. They said it didn't work that way, he would always be a woman or he would be discovered and probably die. He wasn't sure but agreed to the change. The first thing they did was to start him on hormones. During this time they began femininity training. Tommy hated it because he felt like a little fairy acting all swishy and such. He didn't realize he had to learn how to become a woman not just look like one. After several months the hormones were starting to take effect and Tommy was becoming very emotional. His training wouldn't go well and he would cry, can you imagine, Tommy crying?"

"No, I really can't, he was such a hard person."

"Well he did and then his breasts started to develop, God that put him over the edge. He was pissed off at everyone all the time, his training was going in the dumper and he wanted nothing to do with being a woman. One of the men took him aside and explained that they couldn't help him if he wasn't going to help himself. Tommy finally realized they were right and calmed down to some extent but didn't like what was happening to him. After three months he was beginning to get a little fleshy in the breast area and they decided they could start to change his appearance. They operated on his face and gave him small breast implants and shaved his larynx. They tightened his vocal cords and then let him heal. You have no idea of what kind of pain he had from all this work and it lasted for months. During this time they kept working on his demeanor and as the hormones worked on his body they also were working on his mind, it was becoming feminine. His movements were becoming second nature to him and his voice was also becoming the one you hear today. Tommy hadn't seen himself yet and the people decide to wait until the final operation was over so he would only see a woman and the man would be gone, figuring one shock would be all he would need to see. The final operation took place and that one was the worse, not so much the pain but knowing that his sexual organs had been removed or changed in such a way that he would never be a man again. The recovery period was terrible, having to have yourself cleaned everyday so as to prevent infection. Do you have any idea of how violated you feel when you have to open your legs wide and have a nurse clean you out, God it was terrible. After they removed the packing I had to start dilating myself. Tommy was a man and had to fuck himself with this plastic rod several times a day everyday or what was done to him would be undone. Over time it just became work and then they would increase the size of the thing so he would become larger. Tommy asked why it had to be larger and they said that way he could take a man down there. Tommy became so upset he stormed out of the room and stopped dilating for several days and then figured he had better do it or he would close up and have nothing to show for his work. Even after a few days it hurt to start again, both mentally and physically. He had to reduce the size until he was stretched out again and made a promise to never miss a session with the thing. By the time he left the compound he had been able to use the largest size.

It was finally time for Tommy to see the results of the government's work on him. He had healed from all the surgery and for the most part the swelling had gone down. His breasts had developed more flesh and were almost a B cup in size. They didn't want to make them too big because they wanted Tommy to look real not like some plastic surgery wonder. They styled his hair and put on his first bit of makeup. They had him stand in front of a covered mirror and dropped the blanket from the surface. When Tommy saw what they had done to him he was in shock, he was beautiful and he felt his nonexistent penis becoming hard and looked down to see nothing, it was gone. Tommy didn't know whether he should hit something or cry he was so angry, so he looked at himself in the mirror and decided that crying would fit what he saw, girls don't hit things. After that he was given some clothing to put on and led back to his room.

After several days Tommy calmed down enough to continue his training. Now they started with cosmetics and hair, he had to learn how to make himself presentable. Day after day, makeup on, makeup off, shape your nails, paint both toes and fingers, set your hair wash it out until Tommy learned what to do. It was during this time that he gave in and decided that being called Tommy and looking as he did that he needed a new name. He remembered a girl he had a crush on when he was ten years old in Hong Kong named Mialing and decided to take her name. He liked it because it was so pretty and feminine sounding and very exotic. Mialing was a name you could fall into when you said it, Mialing. Mialing finally learned everything she was going to learn from her teachers and decided it was time to leave. Everyone hated to see her go. She was a sweet girl now, Tommy the punk was gone and had given birth to a woman any man or woman would be proud to call a friend. The government told her they would relocate her in some small town somewhere but she decided to go where she wanted and not be holed up like some criminal. They gave her enough money to live on until she could find a job and take care of herself. She decided to go to Reno and went to gaming school and learned how to work in a casino. She liked the action and soon was dealing blackjack for a club. She liked playing cards for a living but didn't like the unwanted attention she was getting from men. She was called everything from a prude to a stuck up bitch and she hated being a woman. That changed when she became friends with a dealer named Tiffany.

Tiffany was an older woman and noticed Mialings discomfort with men.

"Why do you feel so distant towards men?" she asked Mialing one day.

"I've never had any experience with them," I answered.

"That's hard to believe, your so beautiful and all the men I see would love to, well you know, get you in bed."

"That's the problem, I don't feel comfortable around them."

"You're not a lesbian are you?"

"No, I just haven't ever had a sexual experience before."

"Well honey, it's time to get you laid."

"Tiffany," Mialing cried in shock, that this older woman could be so frank.

"Mialing, I don't mean for you to just jump in bed with anybody, I mean you should go out on a date. I know just the perfect guy, he's single and he has perfect manners, I think you'll like him."

"I've never done this before."

"I'll help you, I'll ask Carl if he's interested and then if he wants to take you out I'll help you to get ready. Do you have anything to wear other than the clothes I always see you in?"

"No, this is all I have to wear."

"Then it's about time that you went shopping for something decent. I've known you for two years and have never seen you wear anything decent, don't you have anything to wear?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean girl's clothes, the only thing you ever wear are those loose fitting black pants and that blouse, hell you could be a man under all that and nobody would know, I'm taking you shopping."

That was the first time I ever went shopping for feminine clothing. Tiffany brought me to a mall and had me try on all kinds of things. At first I was embarrassed but as the day wore on I started to have fun. I had never really worn feminine clothing and I found that I liked it. Tiffany had to bring me to Victoria's Secret for under wear because the only thing I wore was big old cotton panties. They were fine for what I wore and they weren't feminine in the least, they could have been men's underwear except that they didn't have a fly. I tried on some hip-hugger jeans and they showed and that's when Tiffany made me buy new underwear. I bought a satin pair of thong panties and put them on and bought a push-up bra to match. When I had both of the undergarments on it was as though something inside of me changed. They were so soft and caressed what little skin they touched with a softness that made me feel like a new person, I felt like a woman. I liked the way I was feeling and couldn't wait to try on more clothes. I had never worn a skirt or dress before and when I finally put them on I felt free, I had put Tommy to rest. I didn't buy many things that day, but what I bought was very pretty and very feminine.

I went on the date with Carl and for hours beforehand I worried that he would find me unattractive. I bathed and then primped for hours, I couldn't seem to get anything right. I don't know why I was so nervous, I guess it was because this was my very first date with a man. He took me to dinner and was very nice to me and had a hard time keeping his eyes off of me. When I saw myself completely dressed I knew why, I was gorgeous. I had on a white dress that was low enough in front to show my new cleavage and the hem was high enough to show much of my legs. I had on three-inch sandals with an ankle strap and my makeup was sexy looking. My hair wasn't nearly as long as it is today but it still looked nice. When Carl saw me I thought he would pee his pants. Apparently Tiffany didn't tell him what I looked like and he thought he was doing her a favor by taking me out. He was a perfect gentleman all night long and could tell he wanted to kiss me goodnight in the worse way but I wasn't ready for that just yet, so I shook his hand instead. I didn't think he would let go of mine until I said that I had to get inside. I dated him a couple more times and on our last date he told me how much he liked me and wanted to take our relationship farther. I didn't know if he meant he wanted to see me exclusively or take me to bed. In either case I wasn't ready for either one so I let him kiss me goodnight. It was my first kiss from a man and I thought I would be repulsed by it, but I wasn't, in fact I kind of liked it. It made my nipples get hard and I flushed, I was actually getting excited. I said goodnight and went to bed. It was then that I decided to move to Las Vegas. I was afraid of my feelings and the only way to stop them was to move. I moved the next week.

I took a job where I work today. The only thing different about this job is that I have to wear a skirt and blouse and look good for the players. In Reno I was able to wear my ugly things as long as people played at my table but here things are different. I have to look good and I do enjoy the flirtations that go on with men. I dated a few and had nice dinners and such, even kissed them goodnight but until I met you I had never had sex with a man, you woke a whole new person when you penetrated me the first time, I became a complete woman, before that I was just a pretty shell with nothing inside but then it happened and I was complete. You have no idea how I felt before that act of love, I was lonely and didn't know why, but after that night I knew, I knew that being a woman had made me the happiest person on earth and being with a man made me complete. Mark, I'll be honest with you I love you and would follow you to the ends of the earth, but if you can't find yourself able to look at me and say, "I love this woman more than life itself," then maybe we shouldn't be together, I'll understand, but know this Mark, I do love you more than you will ever know and if you can't see me as a woman then maybe we shouldn't be together."

Mark looked at this beautiful woman and wanted to take her and love her until eternity. God he loved her, she was so open and honest with him and yet that little demon inside of him kept telling him that he would be perverted if he were to be with her.

"Mialing, I'm so sorry, but I can' be with you right now, I just can't."

Tears filled Mialing's eyes, how could he not want me she wondered, she was a woman and nothing would change that and if he didn't want her then it would be his loss, Mark was being such a fool. The tears finally fell from her eyes staining her satin robe. Mark went to take her in his arms to comfort her.

"Don't, please don't, I want you to leave now, I can't be with you right now, you've hurt me terribly Mark and I hope one day you realize what you lost when you pushed me aside like this. I love you Mark and probably always will but I can't have you here right now, goodbye," Mialing said as she rose and went to her bedroom. Mark could hear her crying as he put his clothes back on, he wanted to go to her and beg her to take him back but that little voice wouldn't let him. Mark left her apartment and found a quiet place to cry.

 

Mark returned to Chicago to tell Sally of his decision. He had called Sally from the airport to let her know he had returned and was on his way to see her. Sally was nervous as to what Mark might have decided. She was deeply in love with Mark and the thought of losing him had been eating at her all week long. She had decided that as much as she loved Mark she would let him go to the other woman if that's what he chose to do. After all Mark had done for her she couldn't think of pressuring him to stay with her, she only wanted him to be happy. She heard her buzzer ring and knew it was Mark and with her luck in life knew he would leave her for Mialing.

Sally opened her door and was greeted with a big hug from Mark.

"I missed you so much," he said.

"I missed you too."

"I told you I'd be back, let me take you to dinner so we can talk."

"But I made dinner already, nothing fancy, just meatloaf."

"You did that for me, Sally, you're the best, I love you."

"I love you too Mark, you know that."

"Sally I need to talk to you about my trip to Las Vegas, a lot of things happened."

Here it comes thought Sally, he's going to leave me for that other girl, God why did he have to have her, couldn't he be with me instead?

"Sally, as much as I loved Mialing, I decided that I want to be with you, you're the one I really love and I want you to move to San Francisco with me."

"Mark you want me to go with you?" Sally squealed with delight.

"Yes honey, I do."

"When, I have to give notice at work and pack up my things, Mark, your not kidding me are you?"

"No Sally, I'm not kidding you, I want you to be with me, I love you."

"Oh Mark you made me the happiest woman in the world, you won't be sorry, I'll make you so happy."

"Sally you already make me happy, I want to do so much for you, let's hurry up and get you moved."

Sally moved with Mark the next week. She really didn't have much, mainly clothes and a few remembrances, so the move was easy. They settled into Mark's apartment and became like a married couple Sally found a job in one of the nicer restaurants in the city and began to pay her own way. Mark told her she didn't have to but wanted to be part of a relationship where nothing is taken for granted. Sally loved doting on Mark and he on her. He would bring her flowers just because and buy her jewelry, they were terribly in love and there wasn't anything they wouldn't do for each other. Sally was finally happy with life, she was with someone that loved her for herself and not to use as a sex object.

She had told Mark of her life before she had met him, about the abuse as a child and being used as a punching bag and then as a sexual relief for her stepfather when she was twelve years old. She couldn't take it anymore and ran away when she was sixteen and met her old boy friend. He took her in and used her until she was so drugged out she didn't even care when the cops arrested her. She cleaned up in jail and knew her old boyfriend had ten more years to serve on his sentence so she got her job and stayed clean. It wasn't easy and she was tempted at times to start the drugs all over again but knew if she did she would end up back in jail or worse maybe dead. That was when Mark came into her life and made her see the good side of life and made her thank God that she didn't do the drugs again.

 

They had been together now in San Francisco for about five months when Sally came to Mark.

"Mark, I have something to tell you and I hope you won't be mad," she said.

"Sally I love you, you would have to do something pretty bad to make me angry with you."

"Mark, I'm pregnant, we're going to have a baby."

Sally had a look of fear in her eyes. She had become pregnant once before and her boyfriend made her get rid of it and she feared Mark would do the same.

Mark's face lit up with a smile Sally hadn't seen before. This was an I love you so much and am so proud of you type of smile that Sally knew Mark was truly special.

"We're going to have a baby, honey sit down, I don't want anything to happen to you, when did you find out?"

"Today, I took the test this morning."

"Honey, you just made me the happiest man in the world, I love you and I love our baby."

Sally ran to Mark and kissed him deeply.

"Baby, I was so afraid you wouldn't want it, I was so afraid," she trailed off.

"Why wouldn't I want it, I love you Sally and want our baby more that anything."

"I love you Mark," she said as tears filled her eyes, tears of joy.

"Sally, we have to get married, the baby has to have a name, Sally will you marry me?" Mark asked.

"Mark, oh Mark, yes, I would love to be Mrs. Mark Conrad," replied an excited Sally. Never in all her dreams did she think that abused girl would ever become someone's wife, let alone to a man as wonderful as Mark Conrad.

Sally and Mark were married in a civil ceremony the following week, with Mark's parents in attendance. They liked Sally because of her caring nature toward their son, she would make a wonderful daughter-in-law.

Another month past and Mark wanted Sally to quit her job, he didn't want to hurt the baby.

"Mark, working isn't going to hurt the baby. I knew girls that worked right up until they had the baby and everything was fine, we'll be alright."

"I'm sorry Sally, I just worry a lot about you and the baby, I don't want anything to happen."

"Mark, your so silly, nothings going to happen to us, women give birth all the time so don't worry so much."

"Okay, but if you feel anything I'm taking you right to the doctor's, I love you Sally."

"Mark, I love you too, nothings going to happen to our baby."

Mark was at work the very next day when he was called in to his director's office.

"Mark, we've been hearing some rumbling from the east coast and your name has been mentioned predominately. I think that their organization might have put two and two together and might have figured out that you've put a kink in their organization both in Atlantic City and Chicago. I think there might be a hit out on you so be careful."

"I will boss, does anybody know who might be looking for me?"

"I think it might be that creep you winged in Chicago. With all the stuff we had on them I think they figured out that you weren't killed like the paper said you were. Like I said, watch your back at all times."

"I will."

Mark didn't want to alarm Sally so he said nothing of his conversation with his boss and as the weeks past the conversation was forgotten. Mark was wary but started to get careless. He didn't notice little things like the strange car parked in his neighborhood or the person following him at a distance. This went on for weeks and Mark could only concentrate on Sally and the baby.

Sally was close to five months pregnant when she called to Mark.

"Mark, Mark, the baby, the baby, she squealed.

"Oh my god, what's wrong should I call the hospital?"

"No silly, the baby just kicked, come here quick and feel it."

Mark rushed to Sally's side and she took his hand and placed it on her stomach.

"Feel that?" she asked.

"I didn't feel anything," he responded.

"There did you feel that?"

"You mean that little quiver?"

"Yes, that's the baby, our baby and she's saying hello to you."

"She, our baby's a girl?"

"I don't know, I just have a feeling, you know how girls are they get excited when they see their father."

"Now Sally, you're being silly."

"No I'm not," Sally pouted.

"Yes you are," Mark said as he kissed her deeply.

The following day Mark and Sally went to find a crib for their baby. Mark helped his lovely Sally from the car and they started to walk to the store. They were deep in conversation and Mark didn't hear the car drive up behind them until he heard the staccato of the automatic weapon open up on them. Mark felt he first bullet enter his right shoulder blade and the second his left upper shoulder. The shooter had started to the right of the couple and as the recoil hit the gun it rose as he sprayed the area. The force of the bullets pushed Mark into the collapsing Sally, for she had been mortally wounded. Sally collapsed to the sidewalk and Mark fell beside her. Mark could barely move but gained the strength to roll Sally onto her back. Blood was coming from Sally's mouth and he could hear her breathing becoming labored as her lungs filled with blood.

"Mark, what happened?" she asked.

"We've been shot."

"Mark, I don' feel good, I'm cold."

Mark knew as the blood went to her lungs it wouldn't go to her limbs and she would feel cold. Mark was losing the woman he loved and their baby and couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Mark, I'm afraid, don't let our baby die, please," she whispered. "Mark put your hand on our baby."

Mark raised his hand with great pain and effort and placed it on the swelling of Sally's stomach and felt the baby kick one last kick, the end would come soon.

"I love you Mark," Sally wheezed with her last breath.

"No, don't die Sally, please don't die, I love you so much, please baby, please," Mark cried as he collapsed on top of his beloved Sally as unconsciousness took him.

Mark woke in the hospital with tubes running to his arms and to the sack on the pole stand next to his bed. There was a police officer outside his room. He felt pain from the shattered bones in his upper body. Sally, Sally, where was Sally and then the realization that Sally was dead hit him again. Mark groaned.

The nurse came to mark's bed in the emergency room when she heard him to see if he was regaining consciousness.

"Mr. Conrad, you're awake, how do you feel?"

"Like shit, what happened?"

"You and your wife were shot. It was an ambush."

"Is she?" Mark said as his voice trailed off remembering the last time he saw Sally.

"I'm sorry, she was dead when the ambulance arrived."

"Did they get the shooter?"

"No, you should stay still, you've lost a lot of blood and your shoulders have some broken bones in them. We're going to take you to surgery soon to pin them back together. You're going to be off of work for some time to recuperate, I'm sorry for your loss, Mark."

 

When Mark left Mialing, she was devastated. She was so in love with him and now he was gone. She had given herself to him as a way of showing him how much she loved him and now he had abandoned her. Why, she wondered, why, she was a woman and nothing more, hadn't she proved that to him, what else could she do. She wasn't some sleazy slut but a woman with class, yes a woman, nothing more, nothing less, why, why had he rejected me? Poor Mialing knew nothing of Sally and had she known maybe she would have felt differently about Mark's rejection, not that she would have felt better but at least she would have known she had a rival.

What Mialing didn't know was that Mark still loved her very deeply. Mark loved both Mialing and Sally and being the person he was didn't want to hurt either one, but after the blowup at Mialings he felt he had to be with Sally. He had seen how happy Sally was after being treated like a lady that he couldn't hurt her, after all she had been hurt enough in life and he didn't want to hurt her again.

Mialing didn't know any of this and tried to get her life back together after Mark left. The important thing was that Mialing had become a complete woman and was learning how to control her emotions. She had learned that she loved having sex with a man but also to be selective and she didn't sleep around, so to speak. She had several sex partners after Mark left and became a woman that liked being treated as a woman, with class.

Mialing still couldn't rid herself of her love for Mark, nor he for her. Even while he was with Sally he would wonder what his life would have been like with Mialing instead of Sally, not to say he was unhappy with Sally but there was still a special spot in his heart for Mialing. After Sally became pregnant, Mark's love for Sally grew beyond description and Sally became a changed woman. She loved decorating and housework, everything she didn't before she met Mark. Mialing still couldn't stop thinking of Mark and decided that maybe if she moved away from Vegas she could get over him. Her dates with other men only reminded her of the wonderful times with Mark.

Mialing moved to Long Beach and got a job on a cruise ship as a dealer in their casino. She liked the freedom the ship provided, deal at night, sleep and then enjoy the sights when they docked during the day. There was no shortage of men to date and if one got lucky she would bed them, Mialing was living an enchanted life.

 

Mark was put back together and spent several months recuperating. During this time Mark had little to do other than remember Sally and their baby. Mark was angry and had started to drink, just a little each day but a little soon turned into a lot. Mark's body had healed but his mind hadn't, Mark was becoming a bitter man. He was still on leave and he wanted to find the person that had killed his Sally. The only way to do that was to return to work and have access to the criminal files of people wanting to kill him. Mark was looking for revenge and hoped to find it.

Mark was back to work for a month when he was called into his director's office.

"Mark, we've noticed that you don't seem to be the same person that left here last year," he said.

"How do you expect me to be after losing my wife and baby?" he snarled back.

"That's what I mean, we're here to help you and you treat us like we were the ones that killed your wife."

"I'm sorry but I'm pissed off."

"I understand that Mark but you can't keep this up. Not only are you surely at work, your drinking is becoming a problem."

"My drinking, what do you mean?"

"I mean you're drinking too much, and your doing it on the job."

Mark thought he was being discreet about his alcohol consumption but didn't realize that he smelled like a drunken sot.

"Mark, I think you need help. I want you to see the shrink that handles the bureau affairs and do something about it."

"Yes boss."

Mark started treatment and quit drinking. There was something missing in his life though and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Mark was discovering that he missed being with a woman, and not just any woman, he missed Mialing.

Memories of Mialing came flooding back, why had he rejected her when he knew that he loved her more than he had loved any another person in all his life. He had loved Sally but deep down he had loved Mialing more and had let his stupid prejudice stand in his way to ask her to marry him. Mark had to find Mialing again and hope she hadn't married and could find her way clear to forgive him for his stupidity.

Mark also had a need to find the person who had tried to kill him and had succeeded with Sally. While that person was still on the loose Mark wouldn't be safe and beside it would make him feel a lot better to put a bullet between the bastard's eyes for what he had done to Sally and his baby.

Mark started by reviewing all his old files and came to the conclusion it was the mob from Atlantic City that had put the hit on him and he had to do something to correct what was happening to him. Mark asked for some personal time off so he could fly back east to find the right person to talk to.

Mark contacted the person who could do the most good, Vince Valentine, double V as his close associates called him. Vince was the head of the Atlantic City mob and Mark had been a real pain in the ass for him. Mark had screwed things up for him in Atlantic City and Chicago and there was no love loss between the two men, but Vince respected Mark for having the guts to do what it was he did. Mark had cost Vince a lot of money by infiltrating his organization but the way he figured it, that was the cost of doing business.

Mark set up a meeting at a local restaurant to be sure they were in the open so that there would be no attempt on Mark's life.

The two men greeted each other.

"Vince, nice to see you, I can see that your enemies haven't found you yet," said Mark with a wry smile on his face.

"I could say the same for you Mark," laughed Vince.

"Vince, I might as well get right to the point, someone is trying to kill me and I want it to stop. I know we've had some differences and I'm sure you would be happy to see me gone, but I'm not going away."

"Look Mark, I know we have our differences and you've done a lot of things that have made me really angry but it's not in my best interest to have you killed. If I were to do that, I'd have the FBI all over my ass in a minute. It's bad enough being investigated all the time for bending the law a little, but if I were to expand into murder I could really be in trouble."

"What about that killing in Chicago, I know you had something to do with that."

"Mark, Mark, how can you say such a thing, just because we had our fingers in that little venture doesn't mean we had that Bill guy killed and besides, he was an ex-con who was stealing from innocent people, he deserved to die."

"Look Vince you know as well as I do that murder is murder and if I can find a connection to you, I will. Right now though I'm more concerned about my own health and with who ever is trying to kill me. They made an attempt on my life and killed my wife and unborn child which makes me very unhappy and if it doesn't stop I'll take matters into my own hands."

"Mark, if I wanted you dead, you would be dead right now. We both know that you were Bill Jepson in Chicago and I don't know who put the hit out on you, but it wasn't me. It was probably the guy running the operation, all we were was the money behind it. The guy that was supposed to do the hit was wounded twice and I think he might be doing this as revenge for failing to kill you the first time."

"I want it to stop Vince, I want his name."

"If I give you his name will you leave me alone for a while?"

"Of coarse Vince, you're a business man and I hate to get involved in another man's business."

"His name is Max Rhinehart. He came to this country illegally five years ago and has made his living so to speak by killing. I don't know where to find him but I'll put the word out that you would like to find him in the worst way. I have to go now Mark. It's been nice to see you again, but please don't hurry back."

"Thanks for the help Vince, I won't forget what you did for me," replied Mark.

 

Mark received an anonymous phone call three day's later stating that Max was in Denver and he was on a sales call so to speak, he had someone to kill. Mark jumped on the next available plane to Denver with the hope he would find Max and take care of some unfinished business.

Mark landed in Denver and made his way to the local FBI office with the hope they could help him find the person Max was going to kill. Since Mark was on leave they didn't want to help him at first but after contacting his home office in San Francisco they relented and gave him the information he wanted, and besides Mark would be helping them get a killer off the streets. Mark was given an address on the outskirts of Denver and he made his way to the location only to find it swarming with cops. Mark made his way to the first available officer.

"What happened?" asked Mark.

"Some poor son of a bitch was murdered," responded the officer.

"It wasn't Brian Nelson was it?" asked Mark.

"How did you know?" asked the officer.

"I was coming to warn him," stated Mark as he flashed his FBI identification at the officer.

 

"Do you know who did this?" asked the officer.

"Yes I do and I'm after the killer myself. Do you know how long ago this happened?"

"With in the hour, his wife was on the phone with him when she heard the shots and she called us right away. You had better talk to the investigating officer right away, Bob will you escort this guy inside and have him talk to Benton?"

"Sure Jack, come this way," said Bob.

Bob escorted Mark to Benton's side.

Benton was a slim man with thinning hair and a moustache. He seemed to have a perpetual frown on his face, the rigors of crime investigation causing him to become jaded to life in general. He was a single man and other than his job he had no real life other than law enforcement. Even in his spare time he would spend time with evidence and had become a sour person for his efforts.

"What do you want?" snarled Benton.

"My name's Mark Conrad, and I'm with the FBI. I know who did this killing and was on my way to warn the man that he was in danger," Mark responded.

"You know who did this?" asked Benton as his demeanor changed. If this guy knows who did the killing I don't have to solve the crime and can work on something else, Benton thought to himself.

"Yes, a killer named Max Rhinehart and I'm after him. I had hoped to beat him here and take him off the streets, but I can see I was too late."

Mark was angry, he wanted to find Max and to be perfectly blunt, kill him but now he had escaped and Mark would have to continue the hunt for his wife's killer.

"Do you know what he looks like?" asked Benton.

"I'm not sure, I know he's from Germany and he's in the country illegally, but other than that I don't have a clue," responded Mark.

"I think I might know a way to get him," said Benton, "I think he will probably try to fly out of here as soon as possible, so we alert the airport to find men with German accents and we take them into custody for interrogation and maybe, just maybe we'll get lucky."

"Well good luck, I'll be at my hotel for a few days, so let me know if you find anything," said Mark as he left the crime scene.

Benton called Mark the next day with the news that Max had been caught at the airport with the gun he used safely tucked away in his luggage.

Now Mark was pissed off, he wouldn't have the pleasure of killing Max himself and he might not even be executed, Mark was going to become a bitter man, he had lost his wife and child and now he couldn't even take care of things himself, shit, why did he have to get caught, the bastard, couldn't he do anything right? He killed Sally, but he was after me and I lived, what a fuck up, and then he gets captured at the airport, God why didn't he drive a car somewhere and escape so I could kill him, why, Mark thought, as he broke down in tears.

 

Mark returned to San Francisco and returned to work. His mind was cleared of the retribution he had sought and he was moving on to other things. Several months had past and Mark won an office pool for a four day, three nights cruise to Ensinada Mexico and to various sites off southern California.

Mark flew to Los Angeles and soon was boarding the cruise ship. The ship got underway and was finally beyond the twelve-mile limit, which allowed the casino to open. Mark decided to play cards for a while, until they docked at San Diego and he could play tourist for a change.

Casinos on boats are small and have only a limited amount of gaming tables and at this time of day only a few were open. He walked to the first one that was open and laid his money on the table. He hadn't really looked at the dealer but when he did he almost fell off his chair, he had found his beloved Mialing.

Mialing reached for Mark's money and stopped when she saw whose money it was.

"Mark, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I won this cruise at work, what about you, I looked for you in Vegas and found you had moved with no forwarding address, why?"

"I can't talk about it now, can you meet me after I get off my shift?"

"I'd love to, there are a lot of things to talk about, I've missed you Mialing."

"I've missed you too, we'll talk later, if I don't start dealing I'll get fired," giggled Mialing.

Mialing's giggle went straight to Mark's heart, why did he ever leave her he wondered, he had been so in love with her and he threw it all away for Sally. He had loved Sally and after she became pregnant their love grew but not in the same way he had loved Mialing. He would have done anything for her, anything, and yet he had let his penis think for him in Chicago and he dated Sally for the first time. Maybe what had happened between Mialing and himself was fate, because if it hadn't been for Sally, Mialing would be dead today. Mialing would have been the one walking with Mark when he was shot, not Sally and now he had found Mialing again because of a drawing at the office, maybe fate was in God's hands after all, one could only wonder.

Mialing finished her shift and she found Mark playing dice at the craps table.

"Mark, I'm finished for the evening, would you like to go somewhere and talk?" asked Mialing as she laid her hand on Mark's. The light danced off her perfectly painted nails as they beckoned to Mark to fall under Mialing's charms.

Mark and Mialing went out on the deck of the ship and stood under the perfectly lit sky, it was a sky made for lovers with a million stars looking down on the couple.

Mark embraced Mialing wanting to feel the love from her that was once again filling his heart, but what he received was not what he expected, Mialing gave him a "It's nice to see you again," hug, but there was nothing more to it, what had changed he wondered.

"It's nice to see you again Mark, it was quite a surprise when you came to my table," Mialing said.

"When I saw you, I couldn't believe my eyes," responded Mark.

"How have you been Mark, its been a long time?" Mialing said in a way as to let Mark know they were no longer lovers but friends having a conversation.

"I'm fine Mialing, a lot has happened since the last time I saw you, what about yourself, how have you been?"

"I'm fine now, there were some issues I had to deal with but I'm over them now. So tell me what you have been doing, are you married now?"

"You knew I had been married, how?"

"I called your work to talk to you about my problems and they told me you were with your wife so I hung up the phone without leaving my name, to be honest Mark I was devastated when I heard that, I was so much in love with you."

"Mialing I was in love with you too, but some things happened while I was in Chicago that turned my life upside down, maybe I had better start from the beginning."

"That day I told you I was staying home, I really had a date with a girl named Sally. I felt so guilty about it that I lied to you so you would never know but something happened and I went to bed with her and stayed the night. The next day some guy tried to kill me and that was when I found out about your past. I was falling in love with Sally, but I think it was more of a need to protect her than the love I felt for you. The last time I saw you I was conflicted, especially about your past and decided to be with Sally instead of you. I was a fool, because I still loved you more than her but I made a decision based on a fear that wasn't justified. Sally moved to San Francisco and started to live with me and she became pregnant, we were going to have a baby. She was five months pregnant when the same guy from Chicago tried to kill me again and failed. He did kill Sally and our baby instead and I ended up in the hospital for months. I was angry and set out to find the man that had killed my child and his mother. As the time past I thought about you more and more and tried to contact you in Vegas but you were gone. I found the man in Denver but not until the police found him first or I would have been charged with murder myself. He was arrested and I went back to work in San Francisco and my anger finally went away. I know this might sound corny but it was as though God was guiding me back to you. If all the little things that happened hadn't happened we wouldn't have found each other again. I won the drawing for a cruise on your ship, Sally was murdered and I lived, I didn't find the killer soon enough to kill him and go to jail, it has to be a sign Mialing, I still love you."

"Mark, I didn't know, I feel so bad for your child, but let's be serious, all those things were a coincidence, nothing more, God had nothing to do with it."

"I'm not so sure Mialing, I love you and want to be with you, don't you want to be with me?"

"I can't Mark, I'm seeing someone else."

"Do you love him?"

Mialing was silent for a moment and then said, "He's kind to me."

"I didn't ask you that, do you love him?"

"No, I haven't felt love since you left me," Mialing responded as her eyes began to water.

"Then be with me again, please Mialing, I love you."

"I can't right now Mark, I don't want you to hurt me again."

"I would never hurt you again, please trust me?"

"I trusted you once before and you broke that trust, it will take time Mark, please be patient with me."

"Will you see me while I'm on this cruise?"

"I will if you'd like, but it's going to cost you for what you did to me, I only wished they charged you for food on these ships, I'd make you pay dearly," giggled Mialing.

She giggled, she giggled, maybe there is hope for me yet, thought Mark.

"I want to take you to dinner and I want to spend time with you while we're in port, I want to take every moment you have that's free Mialing, I want to prove that I've changed."

"You've got a deal Mark Conrad, I'm yours as long as we're on this ship but after we land I have a commitment to someone else and he trusts me to be true to him on shore so we will have to see what happens after that."

"Have dinner tonight with me?"

"I will but I have to change first, I'll meet you at your stateroom, which number do you have?"

"721"

"Oh my, an upper deck, I'll see you in a half of an hour."

"See you then Mialing."

Mialing walked off and went o her room, on a lower deck reserved for the crew. What should I wear, she wondered. Mialing had become a real woman and liked to look good now, not like when she first met Mark and her clothes proved it, they were feminine and for the most part sexy, Mialing liked to be seen now, she was proud of being a woman.

Mialing found the dress she wanted to wear. It was red and lacy, cut low enough to show a small amount of cleavage and short enough to show a lot of leg. She put on a strapless bra because the spaghetti straps wouldn't hide the straps of her other bras and Mialing wasn't a tacky dresser. Tonight she would wear nude panty hose and red strappy sandals that matched her dress. The four-inch heels would make her stand out in any crowd. She applied her makeup and brushed out her hair. She had wanted to cut it after Mark left her just to spite him but decided against it, why hurt herself for something he had done? Mialing looked in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. She knew when Mark saw her, he would kick himself for leaving her, she was going to make him suffer for what he had done.

Mialing knocked on Mark's door and waited for him to answer it. Mark opened the door and Mialing knew she had succeeded in what she wanted to accomplish, Mark was awe struck when he saw her.

"Mialing you look wonderful, let me grab my coat and we'll be off."

"That's a nice suit Mark."

"Mialing, I'm at a loss for words, I've never seen you look so radiant."

"Thank you Mark."

Mialing took Mark's compliments in stride, where she would have once blushed, she now felt confident in herself and took them as they were, just a compliment, nothing more and nothing less, Mialing had become a complete woman.

Mark escorted Mialing to their table, and they were seated by the staff. The conversation was kept light since they shared the table with other travelers. After dinner Mark brought Mialing to the disco for an evening of dancing. There were few slow songs and when Mark took Mialing into his arms and felt her softness and smelled her perfume he knew he had to win her back, he was deeply in love with this woman. The dancing ended and Mark walked Mialing to her room, hoping for a goodnight kiss.

"Goodnight Mark, I had a wonderful time."

"I did too, may I see you tomorrow?"

"That would be nice, we'll be in Catalina, it should be fun."

"See you tomorrow then," Mark said as he leaned toward Mialing's lips.

Mialing placed her hand on Mark's lips and said, "not yet Mark, I'm not ready for that, maybe later but not now, I'm sorry."

"I understand, good night Mialing," Mark said with a sad puppy dog look on his face.

Mialing entered her room and closed the door. She smiled to herself knowing Mark was eating himself up over her and she was now the one in control. She wanted to kiss him goodnight, truly she did but she wanted him to suffer first so she couldn't give in on the first date. Maybe tomorrow she might tease him with a kiss on the cheek but she was going to make him suffer.

 

The next day found them in port and the couple was walking around Catalina Island. Mialing looked very nice in her white shorts light blue tank top and four-inch wedge sandals and once again Mark was trying to win her over, but try as he may Mialing wasn't going to give in just yet. Mark was going slow knowing that if he did anything to blow this again, Mialing would be gone for good. He placed his arm around Mialing's waist and she around his giving him hope that maybe she still had feelings for him. What Mark didn't know was that Mialing had never lost her love for him but he had hurt her very deeply when they first parted and she wasn't going to allow him to do that to her again. She would allow him to gain entry to her heart again but only on her terms and if those terms weren't met then she would have to push him aside for someone new, maybe even the man she was seeing in Long Beach, after all Laurence was very good to her and he wasn't all that bad in bed either.

Laurence was Laurence Wang, a Chinese American whose parents came from China and opened an import-export business in Long Beach forty years ago and turned the business over to their son when it became too large and they became too old to run it efficiently. Laurence graduated from the Stanford Business School with an MBA and wanted to become an investor on his own but because of family ties he ended up in the family business. He wasn't happy running his father's business but a child from his background didn't question their parents. This caused Laurence to make a decision several years before meeting Mialing that would change his life.

Laurence was approached by certain members of a Chinese gang and was made an offer he couldn't refuse, look the other way and you will become rich. Laurence knew they wanted to smuggle drugs and human beings in the containers but if he played dumb it would mean a lot of money would come his way. What he didn't realize that once he succumbed to his greed they would own him as they did Tommy years before. Laurence was making millions of dollars a year with little effort and his life style showed it. He drove the latest Ferraris and played on all the best golf courses, was a high roller in Vegas and live in Calabasas, nothing was too good for Laurence. Gambling was how he met Mialing and wanted her for eye candy for when he was seen by others, Laurence was a man that liked to look good but was very empty on the inside. Because of his wealth he was able to give Mialing gifts beyond her wildest dreams. She liked the attention Laurence gave her but couldn't get past his lust for money, she knew she was just decoration for him but she also liked being with a man that knew about Chinese tradition. Mialing would have been much more selective about Laurence if she knew he was involved with the very people that were trying to kill Tommy nine years ago.

 

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