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DISCOVERING THE TRUTH - NO MATTER WHO IT HURTS [ part 1 ] Edward Greensward looked out of the newsroom window at the street of shops two floors below. The scene and the streets of his new home were right out of Middle America. Family or rather Mom and Pop stores predominated. The traditional revolving barber pole, the three gold balls of the pawnshop and the tiny two person tables of the corner café'. Canvas awnings protected wood trimmed windows and the fruit in its display piles needed no watching. But it still was the US were anyone had the right to earn a living. Chinese owned stores, full of imported Chinese goods stood right next to traditional ones. Taco's as common as hamburgers and Churches filled with every style of congregation. The people walking down the street were as ethnically mixed as anywhere was. Even a foot patrolling police constable occasionally strode by. This quiet town was as peaceful as they had said it would be. A quiet, safe place for one of the most wanted investigative reporter in the country. Edward started his climb up the bad guys most wanted list when his best buddy in high school was shot by a fellow Latino over "Macho" The shooter had been goaded into “Earning His Bones" by killing some unknown stranger in cold blood. His best friend had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Edward had just been a cub string reported on a weekly then. But a year's investigative work had resulted in an expose of the Latino gangs and the crooked politico's who had controlled them. He hid out in Thailand for a five years stint with the US Army News borough. There he fell in love with a finally convinced to marry him,the stunningly beautiful daughter of the owner of her countries largest dailies. Slipping back into the US next came a precedent setting piece on the traditional Mafia's reaction to the inroads of Latino and Asian gangs. That got him accolades a better job in a bigger paper ad a sore upper left arm from a drive by murder attempt. The first of many to come. His book on Triad and Yakima gangs had become a best seller and quite a few Oriental high rollers and embassy accredited people in hot water. Killers tried to machine gun the restaurant he sat in, killing his wife and eight innocent bystanders. Next three years of hanging out with bikers produced whose's who in the Hells Angels and a car bomb that killed his chaffer and bodyguard. The big city was simply too hot for him. Innocents were dying as they tried repeatedly to kill him. Someone had suggested this place and someone had bought him the local weekly. A profitable little paper in a nearby bedroom community. With a growing reputation for old style family values, safety and security. One could take the man and remove him to safety. But one could not stop him from being investigative. It was a free country, or so he thought. Habitually Edward only wandered out at night. The alley behind the paper was dim and safe enough for him to get a little fresh air for to try first the time. He paid his staff to bring in groceries, but missed the Thailand food he had become addicted to years ago. It always brought back memories of the happiest times of his life. Tonight he stepped out into the alley, closing and locking the fire door behind him. He had walked about a dozen yards when a car pulled into the alley. He turned and walked back towards the other end. But another car pulled in, blocking his exit. He heard someone walking down the alley towards him, and looked up to see if anyone of the fire escapes were low enough to grab on to. "They are set high and checked to prevent break-ins" A Feminine voice informed him. He could not make out the location, but it appeared to be coming from the single figure walking towards him. As it approached within a few yards, an arm went up and Edward flinched. Just then both cars turned on their headlights and the alley was flooded with cold white light. "You can walk safely down the streets in our little burg Mr. Greensward. You are as safe as you can be. And I would appreciate you not venturing into the back alleys anyway. It just draws my patrol units from their schedule" The police sergeant informed him. "How did you even know I was in the alley" He inquired? The sergeant raised her arm again and the car lights went off. She flicked on her long black flashlight and shone it at the corner of the building at the entrance of the alley. A camera mounted up high swiveled and a red dot appeared on his shirtfront. "That is an invasion of my privacy" Edward replied. "Take it up with Commander Evans" She replied and walked back down the alley. "You have to exit at either end as you will find any passages between buildings in town blocked off" She said and disappeared into the night. The Police cars backed out and he was left alone in the dim alley. He saw a gap between a nearby building walked over and found a twelve-foot high iron bared fence blocking the narrow lane. He saw one at the street end as well. So he walked out of the alley, and for the first time in years walked down an ordinary street among ordinary people. The next morning he called in his lead reporter. "What do you know of the man who runs our police department?" He inquired. She thought for a moment and replied. "Evans has had the position for three years. Before that he held administrative positions at two big city police departments. And before that he was a professional football quarterback leading his team to two Super Bowl Rings" "He was headhunted and took the job when the Mayor wondered what winning two Super Bowl Rings mentioned on his résumé' had to do with being qualified to be their Police Commander" "Last Year he married Mavis, his executive assistant and they adopted a daughter" "Evans, I remember him. He quite right at the top of his game" What is his wife like, a trophy wife?' "No his ace reporter replied. She is described as solid, not beautiful. Short brown hair, average looks and very athletic build. She was born here and raised as an army brat by her deceased Army General father. She eventually joined the army serving; it is rumored in Special Opps. And retired home a few years ago" Why is special Opps rumored?' He asked. "She won two Olympic Gold Medals for marksmanship before she was twenty-four" She replied. “Why are all the police in town I have seen all female?” He inquired. “When the US entered the first World War, the towns police constables enrolled en mass into a single company of infantry. Their wives and daughters stepped in to be their temporary replacements, and a too old for service retired Chief Constable was brought back to serve as interim Chief Constable. But they never came home, only three Medals of Honor and a unit citation. The town council decided the females would stay on as constables in their honor, and we have had nothing but female constables ever since. And always a single male a Chief Constable” “Why Constable instead of Policeman?” He further inquired. “This is the Independent Commonwealth of Ropeville, and technically you are legally no longer in the good old USA” She surprised him with. “Ropeville was settled during the Spanish occupation of California, and the land grants that they hold clearly state this is an independent freehold” “But the US purchased all of California from the Spanish” He replied. “And agreed to honor all the conditions and land grants issued by the Spanish prior to that” She replied. "Is the daughter hers or his?" "Neither, She was Evans's deceased brothers and Evans was not amused when she was dumped on him. It is rumored Mavis took the girl under her wing as he had neither time nor parenting skills to handle an early teen girl growing up in his farmhouse" She replied. "Thank you Elizabeth" Just then a commotion was heard outside the newsroom and both were drawn to the front windows. Out on the street a constable was subduing a felon; her State trooper hat a few feet away, rim dented. "He will pay for striking her" Someone remarked. "He will be beaten at the Police station?" Edwards inquired. "Of course not" Three people replied. Elizabeth injected. "Evans would have their jobs if one single bruise extra shows up during his physical exam at the jail. He will put up with no police brutality and runs a tight ship" "It will be the Judge who will tack on a five years for striking a constable" "Interesting" Said Edwards walking back to his office, picking up the mail and closing the door. That night he used his laptop to s research the local histories, especially the police force. He made quite a few phone calls and typed quite a bit. Checking his mail, while eating a dull cheese sandwich, an advertising flyer caught his eye. "New in town, straight from home, real Thailand dishes prepared by real Thailand chefs" He dialed up the number on the plain black and white flyer and a young female voice answered in Thai, then switched to an accented English; "Can I help you" A lilting young female voice inquired. Edward ordered all his most favorite Thailand foods and promised to pay in cash as they were not setup for credit card payments yet. Half an hour later a small bang sounded on the outer front door down stairs. Edward walked down, but no one was to be seen through the half-glassed door. Another bang and two small hands held up a large brown paper bag to the glass part of the door. Edward walked over and looked down. A girl, long black hair glistening with sweat stood holding the large brown paper bag in her arms. He unlocked the door and she carried it in. She could not be more than maybe ten or at most thirteen ; her big eyes set in a very pretty framed by her long jet-black hair clipped to a fringe just above them. Her smile melted his leathered heart. She wore a plain white blouse, dark blue pleated skirt, knee socks and plain black saddle shoes. He took the bag from her hands and saw it's heat had caused her to sweat, the blouse sticking to her chest, showing her budding breasts and dark nipples clearly. "I had to run in order to arrive before your meal cooled," She said in her singsong voice. Edward smiled and remembered the happy times long ago. "Do you not have a bike, and why are you, one so young, out so late?" He inquired as he handed over the cash. She stuffed the money down the front of her blouse, and replied. We just arrived in America a week ago. Our relatives in New York, I think it is called sponsored us. But the restaurant is new and everyone in the family has to work hard just to make ends meet. There is no extra money for frivolities like a delivery bike. I am young, healthy, and run like the wind" With that she turned and was gone into the night. Edward stood watching her disappear down the street, running fast and sighed deep when she disappeared around a corner. Twice more, hat week Edwards ordered at a late hour from that restaurant. Each time the same preconscious girl delivered it. He smiled all the next day. On Saturday night he was deep in research and writing his latest exposé'. Some very strange things were happening or were alowd to happen here and he was going to tell the world about it. But a knock sounded, intruding on his thoughts. There it was again. He searched the newsroom, and heard it a third time. It was coming from the front door. He gingerly descended the stairs and smiled broadly as he saw a brown bag being held up were he could see it. He unlocked the door and she walked in, holding another bag. "You forgot to order your late dinner, so I ordered it for you and ran over with it" The oriental pixie said walking up the stairs. I am done at work, can I see your office?" He stood dumfounded, watching her white cotton knee high socks ascend the stairs, and as she turned the corner to the next set, a flash of white panty under her skirt."Was she deliberatly flashing him?", he wondered He doubles up the stairs, catching up to her as she walked into his office. "You need someone to clean up after you," She said, piling up his scattered papers. There is no room here to eat your dinner. Were do you really live?" "I have a small apartment up stairs" Stumbled out. "Great, I will prepare a real Thailand meal for you" And before he could say a word this tiny perfect preteen female walked past him and up the stairs leading to his apartment. As if in a trance he slowly walked up the stairs and into his Spartan apartment. More flashes of her virgin white panties from under her short schoolgirl kilt as she proceded him, causing long supressed, very naughty thoughts of a similar sceen long ago, to race to the fore. There the plain wooden table coffee table in his small sitting room was set his plain china with the food she had brought and was just lighting the two large candles that predated his occupation of these rooms. She knelt at one narrow end and indicated he sit in the middle of the table. He remembered where this had happened before and just let his memories flow. She picked up a morsel of food in chopsticks and placed it in his open mouth, moving randomly through the menu she hand fed him piece by piece, occasionally holding a small drinking bowl of a clear liquid to his lips as he drank. And when he held up a hand, indicating he was full stood and cleaned up the meal, carrying all the plates into the even tinier kitchen. Edward knew exactly what would happen next, he could have stood up and walked out, spoke or just said no. But when she walked out of the kitchen, stepped up and knelt before him, reaching up and pulling his unresisting head down on her sweet virgin slit, he was lost. Across the valley, seven females knelt around a low table. Diet drinks and chopped up fresh fruit in a large bowl around its center.
Shelly spoke up: "The new owner of the weekly Expositor was getting too close to our secrets. He already had wondered why our entire Police force are female and had discovered a group of females are the benevolent behind the scenes controllers of this town. He was starting to investigate the hotel and everything else" "What can we do?" Gloria asked. He will ruin everything we have worked hard for. Just to add another expose' feather to his male ego cap" "We discovered he had spent five years in Thailand and had acquired a very young wife. But she was killed in an attempt to assassinate him years ago" Susan said. So we traded a classic American buxom cheerleader adventurous type, with her permission, for a Thai female looking as close to how his dead wife looked when he first met her. Betty injected. We paid for her whole family to be brought from Thailand and set them up here in a real Thai Restaurant" Mi Ling is a fully trained sex slave as Evans Foundling is. Her part of the bargain was to seduce Edwards and become his sex slave. "And your evaluation of this?" Betty inquired. "Edward doesn't have a chance" Elizabeth smiled. |