Thursday, 28 February 2019

Gone fishing

I'm heading to the airport in a few minutes. 

Don't have time to wrap up the final update for the end of episode 1. I'm sorry. 

Was hoping to be able to keep to scheduled updates for the whole of part 1 but i'm going to have to miss the last one. Did better than i expected in terms of keeping to the update schedule. haha.


Was clearing work past couple of days as well till 12 am. Just could not find time to edit the last update before my break. 


I only got back from office less then 2 hours ago. 



I'm headed out of town for a while for a break with the family.

Will be getting new inspiration, new ideas and developing new characters in a new country. 



Final update is about Lynn's wedding. 

Yes, for those of you emailing me about it, Lynn is going to marry someone you probably read about in my previous work, ' The beast within ' 


The roller coaster ride is going to start in episode 2. The party will start when everything starts to go to shit. 


So, take a break from the story, and check back in 2 weeks. Or you can check out my other works in the meantime. 



PS : Give me some time to reply the emails. I might be not be logging in for a while. 



Cheers all. 


James 

Monday, 11 February 2019

A difficult Conversation

This is a work of fiction

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One of the most difficult conversation I had with my wife has something to do with her hen’s night party.

Her last night out with her girl-friends.

We are all young once and knowing full well what I did on my stag night, I always wondered what my wife did for hers.



There was an unspoken agreement between us before we got married.

Whatever happens on that night belongs to each of us and us only. Neither of us shall ever ask the other what happened.

Sure, the initial years were good. The honeymoon period even better. Sex was amazing and we chose not to have kids, spending our time and money travelling around the world.

Eventually by the 6th year of our marriage, things started to get a little monotonous. By then, everything had settled more or less into a routine.



I love my wife Grace very much and I have no doubt of her feelings for me.

During these 6 years, we shared countless conversation ranging from retirement to starting a family and even the possibility of relocating to another country.

Both of us have a very rational school of thoughts when it comes to major decisions, more often than not, we embark on a very fact base line of reasoning.
People around us might think we are quarrelling but we’re not.
It’s just us having an engaging conversation.


There is no taboo topic, nothing too sensitive, and nothing is out of bounds except that faithful night of course.

It happened during a short holiday we took to a neighbouring country.


Grace and I packed for a beachfront and relaxing resort holiday like the many we’ve been to. This one is no exception.

I plan to slowly broach the subject and get a gauge on her reaction before pressing further.

Why ?

Why would I want to do that especially it’s something in the past ?

What can you do even if you do know what happened ?

That’s true on many counts but it’s that itch of curiosity. That small itch that slowly grows on you when you don’t scratch it.

Now, I’ve mentioned earlier that Grace and I are very rational people. We don’t do things without a reason and there surely must be something that pique my curiosity why I would be interested to find out more on what happened.



There must be a trigger.

Something that tells me that something happened that night.

Something other than the gathering with her sisters, the spa treatment, the nice dinner and drinks at the pub. All of which are proudly documented on social media.

All up until 1am that faithful night.

Everything went dark after that.


You might think I’m reading a lot into it but when a series of curious incident  all happen at the same time, you know something is up.


A friend of mine who works in a private hospital in town told me he saw my then fiancé, Grace at the hospital with her parents the day after the party.

My in laws have some health issues, I wouldn’t read much into it.



However when having dinner the day after Grace’s hens night, my mother in law to be showed me her new smart phone, asking about some new functions. I chanced upon something in the call log.

There was a call log for 5am in the morning.

Again, nothing wrong with a daughter calling her mother but 5 calls has to mean something.

Nevermind. It could mean anything.

Then I saw another number, or rather, another name. Christine, Bridesmaid to be on the call log, I knew something is up.



Not only did Grace call her mum, her friend is also calling her.
3 missed calls there.

Fine. It’s my imagination.
I’m just thinking too much into this.

The final nail in the coffin came when I had a chance to see at Grace’s phone a week later.


You see, with the multitude of messaging apps available nowadays, we forgot something a lot more primitive. The SMS. Text messages.

The exact content of the message sent from my father in law to Grace is as follows ;


“ Ok. Calm down….. we’ll go pick you up…. Tell no one…. Not even James “


That was it.



Exactly what happened on her hen’s night that warrant that number of missed calls, I don’t know.
It has to be something big.


Something big enough for my future in laws to want to hide it from me 6 weeks before our wedding.




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Thursday, 7 February 2019

Big trouble in little india part 1

This is a work of fiction. 
Please do not attempt to replicate any of the stunts

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A time will come when we cannot tell friend from foe.


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The earliest memory I could recall of my childhood was me standing at the side of the pavement and watching a platoon of army boys marching by.
I remembered seeing them covered in mud and grime as they walked past me.

They looked weary, tired and miserable. I remembered clearly a couple of them winking at me, some waved, someone made a face at me, and another waving for me to go back to wherever I popped out from.


I ran back to my dad’s drinks stall after that, happy to be back within my comfort zone.

Most boys my age would have never got a chance to enter a military camp, especially not on a daily basis.

My dad operates a drink stall in a canteen in a military camp. The money isn’t fantastic but it puts food on the table.


He pulls a mean cup of traditional Nanyang coffee and it’s aroma would fill the whole canteen when he makes a fresh brew.
I would run about the stall, monkeying around with the used cups and saucers.

Sometimes I would run to the soldiers that bought snacks and biscuits from my dad, hoping they would throw me a piece.


Sometimes they did. In case you are wondering, the answer is no. My dad may own the stall, but I never get any free snacks from the store. If I wanted anything, I had to pay for it.
I remember being bored most of the time.


I was the only kid around. My dad had gotten some special permission from the camp for me to be in there with him. There’s no other place I could be anyway. I only have him, and he only has me.

Behind the canteen is a small clearing with a cluster of old trees. An old hammock was tied there together with some discarded chairs. This is where the stall owners of the canteen would gather for a smoke or a chat when the day is slow.

The western food uncle, the bee hoon auntie, or the nasi lemak abang.
Everyone smoked.
Thankfully it was a habit I did not pick up. An old beach umbrella further complemented the foliage that the clearing had.



With the gentle breeze coming from the sea just beyond the clearing of the trees, it is a really peaceful and serene place to zone out.

That spot is also my unofficial play area.


I kept a bag of marbles, some old toys and even broken pieces of chalks. I knew where all the potholes are, which trees had cavities big enough for me to hide my toys and pretend they are treasure.


Everyday was an adventure for me as I played on my own. It did not bother me at all that I have no kids my age to play with in there. I just felt really comfortable alone.

As I grew older, I would venture and explore deeper into the forest. The idea of getting lost never occurred to me. Somehow I just knew the place like the back of my hand.
I knew which shortcuts to take to the training and deployment area where the trainees are.

I was spotted once by an officer. He was having a smoke and he gestured me over.

Officer : Ah boy…. 2 cans of 100 plus… how long you need to bring here ??


He gave me 2 $1 bill and I told him as soon as I can.

I ran back to my dad, pass him the money and off I went back into the jungle.


I delivered the ice cold drink to the officer and he shared a piece of his ration biscuit with me.
There, I just developed a new market for my dad.

Delivery on demand even before the concept took hold in the country.


Things like this don’t happen often, most of the time I’m alone, hitting spider webs with my stick or throwing grasshoppers I caught onto the giant web that spans across 2 trees. Then there is the treasure hunt that I play with myself.

You see, when the troops are gone after training, I would scout the area for items that I can pick up and play. Buckles, water bottles, sometimes a belt, pouches, half empty tubes of camouflage cream.

People leave all sorts of shit behind.

I picked up a magazine once. It was half buried in the dirt. Probably dropped off a trainee’s pouch during their exercise.

I ran back and gave it to my dad who was shocked. He immediately handed it to one of the regular officers that frequent our stall.


I don’t remember the officer’s name but I know him to be always wearing his signature smile. His slightly pudgy figure reminds me of a penguin but it’s his friendly demeanour and character that makes him so approachable. He’s like a Santa Claus albeit in green.


He saw the magazine, he turned behind his back and made sure no one is in the canteen before asking my dad to dispose of it.

I heard him say the matter is already closed. Let’s not complicate things by making it appear again.

My dad understood his meaning immediately and I walked with my dad to the same clearing he would have his smoke. We dug a hole and we buried it.



Dad : Never say a word… you understand….


I nodded.

He taught me that a honourable man’s word is worth its weight in gold.

I was too young to understand what it means but I knew I will take that secret to my grave.


Every time after that when I see this officer, he would give me a knowing look and a playful wink, as if trying to tell me there’s a little secret between us. I would smile cheekily, feeling happy to be part of something that is bigger than the usual responsibilities given to me.

Exploring and picking up items will always be an important part of my childhood. It’s my alone time, my precious memories.


Sometimes I will just lie down on the grass patch and look up into the cloudy sky.

I would look up into the clouds and try to imagine how my mother look like.

My dad never said anything about my mother before.

There are no pictures, no memories and no stories of her from him.

He never shared an ounce of information about her with me. He did not even show me their wedding photos.

When I asked him about it, he did not lose his temper, he was always patient with his reply.

And his answer is always the same.


Dad : Mummy…. Is gone… she is no longer around….

Jeff : why are there no pictures or her ??

Dad : they are too painful a reminder for me…..i love her… and she love you… with all her heart…. That’s all you need to know…

That was it.


I think every year during my birthday, I would ask him the same question, and without fail, my dad would give me the same answer.

That was pretty much what I remembered for my early childhood.


By the time I was in secondary school, I came to realise that my birthday, is also my mum’s anniversary. She died during childbirth. She died while giving birth to me.

It hit me hard.

Really hard.

It dawned on me that I’m a murderer. I take away a life when I was born.

Even before I learnt how to walk, I killed someone.


I killed my mother.


My dad accidentally blurted that out during one of our quarrels.
Come on. As a teenager, we’re bound to have conflict with out parents, I’m just like any other rebellious teen wannabe.


I never expected that war of words about me hanging out in the arcade to turn out in such a manner.

A manner which left my dad in tears.

At 14 years old, I understood what heartache meant. I really did.


When I saw the tears in my father’s eyes, it dawned on me how hard things had been for him. For 14 years, he had to raise the child that killed his wife.


Me.

I tried to put myself in his shoes and my heart ached in a way I cannot describe.
The pain must be unbearable. I cannot imagine looking at the very life that takes away someone I love.


Something snapped in me that day.
I don’t know what snapped but something broke. It broke me.

Perhaps it was one of the reason I do what I do for a living today.

My dad apologised for the outburst that day, something he has never done before throughout the years of bickering as father and son.

I sat down opposite my father that day and we just looked at each other. I grew up more within that 30 minutes than I ever did the past 14 years.


Not only did I grow up, I started to shut myself down. I stopped hanging out with friends after school and chose to help my dad out at his drinks stall. I became a lot more quieter, choosing to keep to myself.

Holidays, weekends, whenever I had free time, I would be at his stall. Sometimes even right after school, I will head straight to the canteen and do my homework at an empty table.
After I’m done, I would be by his side, tending to the sporadic flow of customers.


It’s not as if we grew close because of this. We’re close as father and son but there is always this invisible barrier between us.
A barrier between 2 men.

I learnt how to pull a good pot of coffee and tea. I knew the prices of the items we sold by heart.
I knew all the officers and who the powers to be are in the camp.

I knew how each of them liked their coffee, who has a feud with who. Office politics and what naught, I see them up close and personal when I was a teenager.


From the trainees’ gossip, I knew which are the officers that they respect and which are the ones they hated.

The curses they threw in the canteen gave a pretty good picture of their lives in the camp.

I watched many of those trainees pass out from a recruit to NS men. Some of them coming back years later for their reservist.


They would call out to me ‘ Ah boy’ and place their order.

For the regular officers, I watched many climb the ranks, getting promoted and taking on more responsibilities over the years. I grew old with everyone of them. From a scrawny little kid, to a teenager waiting for my O level results.


As a young adult, the soldiers and trainees no longer call me ‘ ah boy’ . They call me ‘Kopi kia’ ,  also known as coffee boy in dialect.

Yes, a 17 year old kopi kia.


It was during this period where the foundation for the rest of my fuck up life was laid.

I remembered clearly it was during the peak of the training season.

The current batch of trainee hated a officer to the core. I’ve heard complaints and curses over the years but never like this.

This officer is a sadist from the gossips I’ve heard. He takes pleasure in torturing the trainees. Injuries happen almost every day and he would have others shoulder the blame.


Many of the soldiers have their weekends burnt for no reasons at all. He fucked up the shared public phone that operated with phonecards back then, depriving many of the chance to talk to their loved ones.

It’s easy to pass this off as the typical complaints new recruits have but I am hearing the same things from regular officers and specialist alike.


They would huddle at their own table, lowering their volume and looking over their shoulders as they talked about this captain.

Captain Kenneth. From the pictures the gossips painted of this man, he sounded exactly like how a villain should be in the modern age.


His behaviour is very much dependent on his mood. The things he made the trainees do has nothing to do with training them to be soldiers, they were just meant as an amusement of sort to him. Kenneth is one of those scholarly type, elitist mentality who thinks everyone is beneath him.


He would pick on trainees, finding fault when there is none. Kenneth would deliberately drag the timing of the trainees during book out days. Sometimes releasing them only when the sun has set while the rest of the camp has left by lunch.

Insults and curses are never far from his mouth, he even cursed loudly when he is in the canteen. He cuts the queue and demands a fresh pot of coffee to be brewed when he is here.


It didn’t matter if the pot was brewed less than 5 minutes ago. He would demand my dad make a new one, if not, when the canteen stall comes up for review, he says there’s a chance someone else might get the spot.

I still remember the exact words he used till this day.


Kenneth : Everyone wants a stall in the camp you know…. If you don’t want to operate…. Plenty more in the queue….

My dad just smiled and nod as he served him his drink.


Deep inside I knew he was boiling.

I wanted to throw him punch. Do you remember back when you are 17 ?


Do you remember how hot blooded you are when it comes to seemingly meaningless confrontations?

It’s the fucking hormones, we get riled up just from a stare. Seeing how he put down my dad was really a test of my will.


I realised then it took a lot more control to hold back a punch then to throw one.

I also noticed that Kenneth is a penny-pinching bitch. He likes to chalk up his bill to be non- whole numbers. As in, $1.70, $3.10 , $ 2.30. Then he would only pay the dollar value, saying that he would make up for the rest the next time.


He never did.


A fucker to the max.

There is a couple of occasions he came in with a 50 dollar bill to get a cup of coffee.

My dad had no change and that was it. He got the drink for free.

He would judge people by their education level. If you are not up there with him, you are beneath him.



The bitching and complaints by the trainees went on for a while until one day there were rumours that something happened.

Something big.


Kenneth flew into a rage, coming into the canteen and verbally abusing his subordinates.

It seems that there was a near miss accident and he blamed his colleagues for it.

It appears as if one of the trainees attempted to turn his weapon towards Kenneth during a life fire exercise.
Thankfully he was stopped in time.


Kenneth cursed and scolded the junior officers and specialist alike at the canteen. I was shocked when I saw him slap one of them across the face when he said something in reply.

The man being slapped is Owen.


I like Owen.

He is the opposite of Kenneth in terms of character.

Owen is a young lieutenant that just started his career in the military a few years ago. He’s a tall and striking man. When he speaks, there is charisma in his voice and with his 1.85m tall height and well-built body, he looked exactly like the kind of man you would follow into war with.

A stark contrast with the thin and almost scrawny Captain Kenneth.


Owen is a reasonable man and he is well liked by his subordinates. He’s fucking fit as hell too.

I could not hear what he was saying to Kenneth but he looked like he was trying to reason with him over some issues.


Kenneth : FUCK YOU UNDERSTAND !!! I don’t give a fuck… this is on you !

Kenneth went on with his burst of curses while Owen and his men looked on without a word. Then without warning, Kenneth started hitting Owen for no reason at all, taking his anger out on him.

The rest of the men immediately went on to hold Kenneth back. Despite his threats, they dragged him away from the canteen and the eyes of common folks like us.
That very evening while I was packing up the stall with my dad, I saw Owen talking to another 2 of the specialists. They talked softly, looking around every now and then.

When I served them the last orders of the day, they went quiet.


Something that has never happened before. I knew something was up especially when they had to wait for me to leave before going on. I quickly served them their drinks and collected the money before walking away.

I barely got halfway back to the stall when Owen called out to me.

Owen : Jeff….. I need your help….


I looked at him and I did not know what to say.

Owen is a nice person. He is friendly with my dad and he always helps us out by buying up whatever is left on the kueh and currypuff tray at the end of the day when he drops by.

Now that he is asking me for help, I can’t possibly say no can I ?

Jeff : my help ? what you need me to do ?


I don’t know what he is thinking but what can I possibly do to help him ?

They are adults, they should have all the answers and have everything figures out no ?


Owen smiled and he gestured for his men to leave the table. They hesitated before getting up. They planned this together but it’s obvious Owen wanted it to be on him if anything goes wrong.

If it did, he’s going to shoulder it all on himself.


Owen : I need you hide something for me…

Jeff : oh…


Owen : you know the back of the camp like your backyard right… the clearing… the training areas….

Jeff : kind of… why ?



Owen was nice. He put it upfront that he’s not forcing me to do it. He gave me the chance to say no.

Owen : You can say no Jeff… it’s your choice…. But if you agree… you need to go through with it…. Till the end…. A lot of men…. And I meant a lot…. Will be forever grateful to you…


I turned to look behind my back, my dad was nowhere to be seen, probably headed back to the car to grab some stuff.

Jeff: ok… I’ll do it…


Owen smiled and gave my shoulder a squeeze.


Owen : We’re heading out to the field tomorrow night… campsite 2… you know where is it ??

Campsite 2 is pretty close to the canteen. Within a 5 minutes walk through a shortcut from the back of the stall. The same place I delivered the can drinks to the officer when I was young. The trainees however do not have the luxury of taking that shortcut. It would be a good 5km walk for them round the edge of the camp.

Jeff : yes…


Owen : the jungle trail… at the back… it leads straight there…

Jeff : I know… I take it quite often when I was younger….


Owen : I’ll let you know again when to meet after we deploy…tell no one… ok ?

I nodded and he gave me a brotherly tap on my shoulder.


I honestly did not know what to expect when a couple of days later Owen showed up with Kenneth in the middle of the day.

The trainees were deployed for training and Kenneth wanted to come in for a cup of coffee.
Owen placed the order and he told me to take the jungle path to the camp site immediately.

Owen : go all the way to the edge of the campsite…. There’s that old well, sealed up….


Jeff : ok… I know where is it…

Owen : my man left something there for you…

Jeff : what is it ??


Owen : Don’t ask.. take it… hide it…. Don’t say a word… go… now…

I nodded.

I told my dad I needed to go to the toilet and I went back out to the clearing behind the canteen.

Immediately I half jogged and ran up the dry forest path. It’s a well-used route by the regulars to get back to camp. There were hardly any trees and shrubs on the well trotted path.


I heard the scurry of some small animals as I went into the thick secondary forest where the campsite is.

The well is right in front of me, barely 20m away.


I went right up and I cursed under my breath.

Jeff : fuck …..


It’s a weapon. A fucking M16 rifle.

I looked around the area, it was totally empty.

Someone left it there for me.


I was honestly freaked out as I thought about the repercussions for this but I already promised Owen.

Fuck it, I tore a large leaf from a banana tree and I used it to wrap the weapon. I’m not stupid, I’m not going to leave my fingerprints on that shit.


Carrying that rifle, I half ran and jogged back close to the clearing that I played when I was younger. My heart was racing, I checked to make sure the place is clear before heading out.

I went to my favourite hiding spot, a hollowed out section of a dead tree and i put it inside there. I pulled some leaves and covered up the stump.

Then I ran as fast as I could back to the canteen toilet.

I washed my face with water and I went back to the stall.


I was trying hard not to tremble as I watch Kenneth cursing while Owen filled out a stack of documents.

They were well into their 2nd cup of drink.


I was drenched in perspiration.

Dad : Oei… you ok ??

Jeff : Yes… ok.. stomach ache…


Owen did not even look at me. Not even an eye contact.

10 minutes later, Kenneth and him got up and they’re gone.

Just like that.



I was really afraid as the thought of going to jail hit me. This must be the most fucked up shit I’ve done in my teenage years.

As I collected the used cups from the table I was hit with the realisation of what just happened.

Jeff: fuck….

It dawned on me. It finally did.


Owen made me hide Kenneth’s weapon.

Losing that shit is going to unleash chaos upon the whole camp.


It’s going fuck Kenneth’s career up good as well.

I did not have to wait long to witness the mayhem my act plunged the entire camp into.

Everyone, and I meant every fucking person in that camp has been activated to find that weapon.

From clerks to storemen , even drivers , everyone is now out and about searching the camp for the missing weapon.

The canteen operators gathered and watched.


Everyone knew something was up.

Dad : must be something big going on….jia lat…

I kept quiet and said nothing.

The search never stopped.


I kept looking at the time.

The initial nervousness was gone. I don’t know why.

I was calm when I thought about what Owen said.


That a lot of men will be grateful for what I did. This will fuck up Kenneth’s career, he will be gone.

My dad and I were just done cleaning up the stall that day when a group of men entered the canteen.

Kenneth and Owen among them.


My heart skipped a beat when I saw them pause at the entrance talking and gesturing about.   

Something is wrong. I could feel it.

There was that tingling sensation in my stomach. I knew it, I knew the cat is about to be let out of the bag.

I excused myself through the back of the stall. I knew I had to protect myself.

I wasn’t really thinking when I went right out to the smoking area in the clearing and I picked up the packet of cigarette left there by the Nasi Lemak Abang. I grabbed one, lit it up with the lighter and took a puff before I choked and coughed out the smoke.

I took a few more puffs before I threw it away.


I walked calmly back to the stall and continued my cleanup.

By then Kenneth and Owen were right at the front of our drinks stall.

Someone was talking to them. A trainee.


He was pointing in my direction.

I expected myself to panic, to freak out, to get down on my knees and cry but no. I was surprisingly calm. I thought of all the times Kenneth took advantage of my dad, the anger and resentment took hold.

I was afraid of course, but I was aroused as well.


Yes, I was aroused. I could feel blood rushing to my groin as I relished that sick feeling.

That excitement. The anticipation.

Someone saw something. Someone saw me do something.
Someone saw me entering the forest and coming out.


If this were any other day, I doubt anyone would say shit about a kid heading into the forest at the back of the camp, but this is not any other day.

It’s a day where everyone’s day is fucked.


When you fucked up everyone’s day, when you messed up their schedule, when you do something that causes inconvenience and pain to others, people will talk. Everyone just wants their life to go back to normal.

Kenneth spoke first. His eyes bearing down on me as if he already passed his judgement.

It was me. I was the one.


Kenneth : WE found something…. Behind…. Near the clearing… where you all smoke…

The other stall holders came out, puzzled and unsure of what’s going on.


Kenneth started scolding and cursing everyone present, saying that whoever did this is going to face the full brunt of the law.

Kenneth : I will personally make sure you never see the light of day….! Fucking Chee bye… you want to play right… you all want to play with me !!


Kenneth went on to say that there is no way the trainees did this, they never left the camp site. The hiding spot is well out of their area of operations.

Kenneth held up a finger and shook it in a threatening manner.


Kenneth : I know people are unhappy with me… want to fuck with me right….right ??!!

He turned to look at Owen.

Kenneth : no one in company will have the balls to do this Owen…. Unless they have …

Owen : what are you trying to say ??


Kenneth : I never said it was you…. Why are you so defensive??

Kenneth and Owen had a good 5 seconds of stare down before he turned to my dad.


Kenneth : Uncle… someone told me…. He saw your son…. Running into the clearing…

My dad turned to look at me and I said nothing.

Dad : JEFF!! Is it you !!.... is it you !!!?


I kept quiet and said nothing. I directed my eyes from my dad to Kenneth and I said nothing.

I may be quiet but the endorphins fired up in my head like national day fireworks. It felt like I was high on drugs.


Staring Kenneth in his eye and remaining calm. It was a feeling that beats me masturbating as a teenager.

Defiant to the core in front of someone I hated.


Kenneth : see… guilty right !!.. I’ll fucking make sure he go to jail I tell you !!! ..

Dad : JEFF!!! JEFF!!! …. Answer me…. Why did you go behind today !!! WHY!!!

I looked up at my father and realised everyone’s eyes were on me including Owen.


It would be useless to deny. Someone saw me.

Jeff : Yes… I went behind today… but I did not have anything to do this this…

Kenneth : WHY… why did you go behind the clearing then !!!


Everyone waited for my answer and I calmly gave one.

Jeff : I smoked…

Dad : what !....


Jeff : I went behind to smoke…

SMACK! …

I felt my dad’s hand slam home across my cheek as he shouted at me.


Dad : you did what !!


Kenneth : don’t fucking lie to me Jeff….!... WHY did you go behind today … I know someone put you up to this… you won’t do this on your own….tell me who… tell me who… and I’ll let it all slide !!

Dad : JEFF !!!.. it’s you isn’t it… it’s you ????


I sniffed and held back my tears.

Jeff : No… It’s not me…

SMACK !!


The blow hit harder this time round and I could taste blood in my gums. I could see my father shaking as he pointed his trembling finger at my face.

Dad : Jeff…. Jeff….. say properly…. Say properly….


I could see the tears in his eyes,  tears of desperation. Desperate for answers.

Kenneth : Jeff… tell me… you can be honest with me… tell me… who put you up to it…

Jeff : it’s not me…I really went behind to….


SMACK!! SMACK!!

It was a really hard hit. The first time I felt disoriented in my life.


When I looked at my dad, he was close to breaking down in tears.


He kept apologising to Kenneth, saying that I’m still young. That I don’t know what is going on.

Dad : sorry… sorry …. Sorry Sir…. My son…. He’s still young… he don’t know what is happening….


Jeff : It’s not me…

Before I could finish, my dad started hammering. He punched me.


He fucking punched me so that I would shut up.

I spit out blood onto the floor as I looked up defiantly at him.


Dad : You fucking keep your mouth shut NOW!!!!


My dad broke down completely as he alternated between begging Kenneth to forgive me while raining blows on me as the other people in the canteen looked on.

It went on for about 2 minutes before I collapsed onto the ground, sitting down as I took each blow without even a hint of pain.


There were tears in my eyes, they blurred my vision.

The blood tasted like raw iron and I could feel a long cut in the inside of my cheek caused by my own teeth.


Kenneth : tell me Jeff… who….who put you up to it !!!

Dad : JEFF!! …JEFF!!!! Tell him… for fuck sake just fucking tell him !!!

I sucked in a breath of air and I looked up at the gathering of men.


Jeff : I didn’t do it…

Dad : aRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!


My dad lost it and he picked up a mug from a nearby table and hit me across the head as he cried. He broke down.

He completely broke down.


I touched the top right side of my head and I saw blood on my fingers as my dad got on his knees. He begged.

He begged Kenneth to give me a chance.


Jeff : Why are you begging him for….….

Dad : shut up… you just fucking SHUT UP !!!!


Kenneth grabbed me by my shirt and he glared at me. He put his nose close to my mouth and he took a sniff, then he grabbed my fingers and he sniffed them too.

The smell of the cigarette I took.


Another officer I have never seen came up to me. He did the same, smelling my breathe before nodding to the rest of the entourage behind him.

Kenneth took a deep breath before looking at me. The look in his eyes.

The judgement has been passed.


He knows I’m guilty.

Kenneth : it’s you…. I know it’s you…..Tell me who the fuck he is right now….!!! Or I’ll fucking make sure you spend the rest of your life…..


Before he could finish his threat, another group of men entered the canteen.

I saw a familiar smiling figure that I have not seen in years.

That same officer that told my dad to get rid of the magazine. Santa Claus in green.

He appeared with a few aides by his side and it was obvious he’s some kind of big shot even though he was dressed in civilian clothes.

Everyone backed off and made way for him.


He said something to Kenneth then to Owen. Both men walked away after that.

That same officer smiled at me and he pulled me aside.

Santa Claus in green : Ah boy…. I’ll only ask you once….


He flashed me his million dollar smile and told me it’s ok to tell the truth.


Santa Claus in green  : Is it you …..? if it is…. Who put you up to it ? haha… is ok… just be honest…. I guarantee nothing will happen to you….

Jeff : It’s not me….. no one asked me to do anything…


Santa Claus in green : ok !... then it’s over… we’ll close this… ok ?

A medic arrived, he gave me the once over and said I should be fine. Just some minor cuts on my head and inside my lips.

I saw the Santa Claus in green talk to Owen before putting his arm around Kenneth and pulling him to a corner of the canteen.


Whoever he is, he is capable of turning Kenneth into a mouse.

My dad refused to talk to me as he finished up clearing the floor of the stall.


I could still feel many pairs of eyes on me and Owen is not one of them.

10 minutes later, it was over.

The Santa Claus in green came over to me and told me everything is fine.


He tells me not to say a word to anyone about what happened inside the camp.

Santa Claus in green : Ah Boy…. Very simple…. Ok… nothing happened…don’t say anything to anyone… don’t tell your friends…. Don’t tell your girlfriend…. No one… can ? …. Can you promise me that ??


I hesitated for a few seconds before I nodded.

Santa Claus in green : I’m Ron… ok… can this be our secret ? like back then ?

I nodded, a smile finally broke on my face as I found myself lowering my guard against this man.
Ron nodded his head and I saw him wave to my dad from where he sat, legs spread and palms resting on his knees like a boss.


Ron : alright then…. Ah Boy…. Sure you never take anything right ??

I nodded and replied.


Jeff : I never took his rifle. ….

Ron smiled and nodded.

He got up, tapped me twice on my shoulder before giving me a wink.

Ron : No one said it was a rifle….



The looked on my face betrayed me immediately and I could not believe how stupid I was.

My throat felt dry and I knew the game is over.

I can try to explain myself, I can think of reasons, but it was no use.

The look on Ron’s face told me everything.


He knew.

That knowing smirk.


He knew if right from the start.

Still, he said nothing.


Turning away, he walked casually out of the canteen with a swagger.

I went out to my dad’s car. He was sitting in it waiting for me.



I got in and he did not say a word.

It was a good 45 minutes after the mess was sorted out before anyone could leave the camp.

Even upon reaching home, my father did not say anything to me.


I washed up and went to bed.

There is nothing more to say.


What I did not expect though was for Owen to show up at our place.

At 11.30pm at night.


I remembered clearly that Owen knocked on the door for a while before it jolted me awake.

When I came out of my room, my dad was up as well.



He opened the door and came face to face with Owen.

They exchanged a look for 2 seconds before my dad turned and look at me.


Then without a word, my father went back to his room.


I walked to the door where Owen was and no words were exchanged.

What can I say  ?


What can he say ?


He nodded at me, and extended his hand.


I took it and we shook hands as if we concluded some business deal.

It felt good.


Like I close some big sale as a salesmen.



If only I knew at my tender age back then I did seal a deal.


I did sell something that night.



I sold my soul, my conscience, and my life.


All to the devil.


……………………………………………………………………………


A few weeks after the incident, Kenneth is gone.

Vanished. Reassigned or whatever fancy word people can come up with.


He is no longer around. The word is he has been transferred away to another camp.
Some say he is being put on administrative duties.

No one really cares.
Peace finally returned to the camp.



The breezy peaceful clearing still stands and is still one of my favourite spot to hang out.
I’m old enough to drink in the blink of an eye and my favourite part of the day would be to open up a beer and just sit at the hammock after closing up the stall.

I completed my tertiary education in a polytechnic while continuing to help out at my dad’s stall whenever I could. I was pretty much the loner in school, someone who is there but pretty much invisible.


People know I’m part of the class of course but I’m not within the hip and happening group.
I’m not in the group of rejects either. I just floated around and got my diploma with mediocre grades.

I enlisted at the age of 19 a few months after graduation. I may have grown up in a military camp but I always knew it was not the kind of life for me. I’m all about the get it over and done with attitude.

It’s only 2.5 years. Just serve and fuck off.



Unlike my peers though, I never made it pass the basic military training in Pulau Tekong.

2 weeks in, my father passed away. He suffered a heart attack in the same hammock he loved so much in the clearing behind his stall. He passed away in his sleep.



I was given 2 weeks off to attend to the wake and other necessary matters. I don’t even remember what the fuck I did during that 2 weeks. Clearing out the stall, handing over to another operator who is the cousin of the Nasi Lemak Abang.


Less than 10 people attend my father’s wake. We kept to ourselves mostly and most of the visitors are people from the canteen.

Owen was there too, a couple of our neighbours who stayed in the same block in Bedok.

That was it.


I was all alone.


Life sure is full of surprises.


By the time I was back to camp, it was too late for me to join in the training. My friends had moved on ahead. I was considered a drop out and it was going to be a few months before I could rejoin another batch of trainees.

I was transferred out to be a storeman for a couple of weeks before someone paid me a visit.

Owen.


He appeared out of the blue dressed in jeans and a Polo T in front of my company line with my commanding officer by his side.

He asked to speak with me alone.


And he made me an offer.


Owen : Jeff…. Would you like to work with me ? ….

Jeff : what do you mean ?

Owen : A job …. I’m offering you a stable job… good pay…. Benefits…

I shook my head and told him I don’t understand.


Jeff : You want me to what….? Pursue a career with the military ?? sorry … I’m… I’m really not a military kind of guy…


Owen laughed and shook his head.

Owen : No…of course not…. I’m no longer with the military by the way… I’m…working directly with the …. Defence ministry…

Jeff : what’s the difference ?


Owen laughed and asked me to think about it.


Owen : It’s not going to be a walk in the park…… but what have you got to lose ? or is there someplace else you rather be ?? The storeroom ? …. Taking stock of inventory??

There was a brief pause as I looked at the blank wall behind Owen.


Jeff : Is it going to be better than what I’m doing now ??

Owen : You mean as a storeman ?? hahah.. of course…

I nodded and I agreed right away.


Jeff : Alright…. I’ll do it…

Owen smiled and extended his hand again to me.

The handshake from hell.


I fucked my life up bad that day.


I fucked it up so bad that it was hard to even put it in words. I was young, naïve and ignorant. If that same offer was made to me today, I would have told Owen to fuck off.



Anyway, I was pulled out of the military and the next thing I knew, I was in another country, Malaysia.

There was a plane ride. A long car ride.

Another car ride before I arrived in the middle of nowhere.

Then there was the jungle.


There is the training.
Physical, mental, educational.


There is no Rambo style kind of Hollywood shit by the way. A routine, yes, learning, yes, knowledge transfer, yes. Music blasting in the background while I crawl through mud while it rained, no.

Lifting logs and doing butterfly kicks on the beach, no.

It was like school. Secondary school.

There’s a classroom but there is only me.


Me and the lecturer.


There is a timetable, there are classes I needed to attend. I get to rest, to sleep, then I wake up and the day repeats.

I was cut out from the rest of the world for an entire year.
I could not even make a phone call, not that I have anyone I needed to call.


There were no indication of when I would graduate or finish whatever fuck Owen wanted me to do.

I lived and slept in fear everyday.


I was honestly scared. It’s like being dumped in the middle of nowhere and having to figure out this shit on my own.


I may not have much experience in life but I have common sense.
Something that many lacked these days.

It’s the things that were taught to me that scares me.



I learnt the human anatomy the same time I was taught how to use a knife. I learnt how to sever muscles and arteries from flesh and bones.

I was taught how to perforate a stomach if I ever need to dispose of something that has one.

What the fuck.

Why would I need to dispose of anything with a stomach ?


I remembered the lady with gold rim glasses saying gas in the stomach builds up during decomposition. Gas fills up, it rises. Perforate all organs that gases can build up, no gas build up, it won’t float.


I was taught what is the best way to deprive someone of oxygen. I shit you not, that is the title on the manual given to me.

The fucking titles they come up with on my training manual. The person writing it sure has a sense of humour.


I learnt how to shoot of course, with a variety of weapons.

I learnt how to drive, to ride a bike, to start a boat.


Then the Orang Asli came. The indigenous people and oldest inhabitants of Peninsular Malaysia.

Jeff : are we going to like hunt…. ? survive in the jungle or some shit ?


The trainer introduced himself as Shukri.

He gave me an raised eyebrow and shook his head.


Shukri : yo brother…. Come on…. Singapore got how much jungle for you to  hunt and survive ? … you hungry go supermarket buy food la…haha

Jeff : oh… hahah…


Shukri was there to teach me how to take a life.

That of an animal.


He taught me how to do it quickly, cleanly with respect.

Everytime I took a live, I looked into the eyes of my subject.


I could feel the heartbeat of the small quail in my palm increase when it saw Shukri demonstrated what I needed to do to it’s friend.

Things like these messes with your head. It fucks with your mind.


The fear that helpless quail had while sitting in my palm.


Shukri waited for me to follow suit and I did it swiftly, ending the life of that bird in a snap.

I’m not proud at all of what I did but there was no point in prolonging the suffering.

I was taught to kill all manners of livestock, from a cuddly rabbit to a full grown cattle.


Each time I ended the life of a living thing, I knew at the back of my head it was a matter of time before I graduate to something else.

This was what Owen wanted me for.


A nobody. Someone who had nothing left to lose.


I was taught how to deal with explosives by a Hungarian man call Yusuf.


I learnt how to rig up someone simple with everyday household items. I learnt how to handle military grade explosives.

I was kept on a strict diet and workout regime.


My body is not mine to control.

I cannot have 6 packs that are too defined as if I’m some manhunt model.

I can’t have bulging biceps that looked like I overdosed on steroids.
I’m just supposed to be 64Kg and to look slim. I am strong, but I can’t look the part.


I’m supposed to look normal. It doesn’t matter I can run 2.4km in 8 minutes flat. I can’t run at that speed, I’m not supposed to run at that speed.


I had to attend chemistry classes taught by a Israeli.
Everyday I get wacked like a sandbag by a North Korean instructor who teaches me offensive moves.

Every evening I get wacked again by a Indian guru teaching me defensive moves.


Some afternoons a thai instructor will pop by and by the end of the session, it would be a struggle just to stand upright.


I was taught how to read people’s expressions and reactions by a Chinese man who turned out to be a professor in some university.

I was cramped with information but there were no test. Nothing.


No one came to make sure I remembered everything that was taught.

There was no need for that.

9 months in and I could easily work up a sweat while sparring with my instructors.

When Owen finally showed up after about a year later, you could probably guessed the first words that came out of my mouth.

Jeff : Fuck you  Owen… fuck you !...



Owen : hahahaha…. Ouch…. Well…. Congrats on completing your basic training.

He offered me a hug and I gave him the finger which he laughed it off.


I stepped foot back into Singapore after a full year.


I felt disorientated and displaced.


It was then I realised I was so comfortable being alone with the trainers that I started to feel uncomfortable around other people.

I find it hard to believe I had to learn how to integrate and blend in with people.



The flat my dad left behind was kept in a immaculate condition. Everything was left exactly the way it was. Owen made sure of that.

What about money ? I had plenty of it.


Owen paid me and he paid me well. There was no need for me to spend a single cent.

Back in Singapore, I was given a range of roles to play and companies to work at. From logistics firm to a driver to a hawker. I did it all, hopping from role to role, job to job in the industry itself.


By the time I turned 23, I could act like a fool. I can joke like a seasoned joker, I can even play the role of a studious college kid.

I can even write erotic literature on a sex forum.


I can be the young adult you see going for an interview, or I can be the random guy walking pass you at the train station.


I can be anyone. A student, a boyfriend, a geek. Anyone.
I knew it was a matter of time before I got my first project as they call it.

Project.

Fancy name for a fancy job.


You will always remember your first time.


Unlike the fanfare of a Hollywood style execution, What we do is actually more subtle.

Unnoticeable.


Why ?


Well, because this city thrives on order.

Order maintained by the rule of law.


The challenge is not to take a life, but to do it without anyone knowing about it.

Who gives me the right to take a life ?


Who gives Owen the right to decide whose to take ?


A chicken and egg question that is really hard to answer and I gave up trying to figure it out.
My first project was a man call Malcom. Malcom Khoo.

So what exactly did Malcom Khoo do ?



This is how the process goes.

Owen runs the company.
No one knows how many staff like me exists except him.


He reports directly to the powers to be, whoever the fuck that is.

When a target is identified, Owen does not make the call alone to proceed.


A standalone audit department goes through the materials and information gathered, gives the green light, and a call comes to me. There, independent verification from a neutral party.
Once the audit department gives the green light, it will be pushed over to me.


Malcom is a hot shot banking executive working in town. At 30 years old, he has everything a guy would dream off at that age.


A career, money, a convertible and even a nice condominium in Marina Bay. He is the furniture in the most happening clubs, popping champagne like no tomorrow.

His money is clean.


His character though, is not.




May 2007

Malcom has a penchant for girls that are old. Real old. He was the suspect in a rape case but was never convicted. The victim was 68. She later committed suicide.

Another incident was a near miss of a 51 year old. The woman was traumatised, but Malcom paid his way out.


Owen has people on Malcom ever since. News like this would be hard to swallow even if published.


Not only does Malcom prey on the random stranger on the street, he bought his way into a nursing home. Owen has a collection of photos documenting Malcom paying off the nursing staff in the nursing home late in the evening.


He would enter the home and appear an hour later in the same manner an adult would pay for a hooker. He preys on the helpless elderly. People who had difficulty even expressing themselves.

From the document dossier given to me, I could see that Malcom’s computer is full of nude photos of prominent models and bloggers as well. He does some freelance photography as a hobby and he blackmailed several of his models after they agreed to a nude shoot.


All of them kept quiet for fear of their photos being exposed on the net. So, he ends up fucking them for free whenever he wants to.

The final nail in the coffin for Malcom came in the form of a video.


It was a video of him forcing himself while drunk on a 65 year old auntie collecting cardboards for a living.


The lady ran but Malcom went after her.

All these are captured in graphic detail via a camera phone. It’s shaky and blur but clear enough for anyone who sees it to know what is going on. The person taking it laughing and spurring Malcom on.

Malcom went to the house of the Auntie and came into contact with her granddaughter who is only 12.

The rest is no longer important.


So with these information on hand, it’s easy isn’t it. Pass it to the authorities, viola. They arrest him, splash his face across the paper, spend shitload of tax payers money to convict him, then spend more of our money to keep him fed, clothed and safe behind bars for the next 2 decades.


Just lock him away and forget about him while the rest of the victims live the rest of their life with the trauma of Malcom’s deeds.

No , of course not. It’s not that simple, it’s rarely that simple.



First, the person taking the video is politically connected to someone in a neighbouring country. We can’t touch him for geo political reasons. The big picture as they call it. The video cannot see the light of day because that person is never on the scene if you get my drift.

Second, people like Malcom, he will never stop.


Malcom needs to go.

He needs to go quietly and cleanly, like he never existed.


Owen : All the information is all there…. Can you do it ?


Jeff : yes….

Owen : First time is always the most memorable…. Do you need me to be there ?

Jeff : No…

Owen : How are you going to do it ?


Jeff : Do I need to tell you that ?

Owen : hahaha… as long as the job gets done…. And don’t get caught… draw what you need from the storeroom. You have 2 months.


I followed Malcom for a month before making up my mind.

I didn’t even need anything from the storeroom.


I simply waited for him to go for his run. He likes to run at MacRitchie reservoir along the jungle trail on Wednesday before his workday.


It was 6am on a weekday.


I watch his convertible pull into the carpark and I did my own stretching. Time to loosen up the muscles.

I let him get a 3 minute headstart before I started on the trail behind him.


I caught up with him in no time and I could see him about 20 paces in front of me.


There was no one behind me, I felt the rush of adrenaline as I opened up my steps and caught up to Malcom.

He did not even have time to react. Using my shoulder I bump him to the left, causing him to tumble down the side of the slope and into the edge of the water.


Malcom : hey !! arghhh!!! argHHH!!!...

He tumbled and rolled for a few seconds, cursing out in the dark at me.


I paused and waited. That would surely attract the attention of passer bys if anyone was there.

Malcom : hey !! fucker…. You … fuck you !...


I checked the path to make sure it’s clear before jumping off the track and made my way towards Malcom.


He was covered in dirt and he was panting hard. Imagine running flat out and having to take a tumble.

He looked like he was about to throw a punch at me but he never expected me to do what I did.

I ran at him and literally lifted him up and before I tumbled with him together into the reservoir.


Malcom :earehghh !

I took a deep breath as I clung onto Malcom like a koala from behind him and I relax my body, letting my body weight drag him under water.


He struggled, slapping the surface of the water as he tried to swim upwards for air, expanding what little oxygen he had in his lungs.

Malcom wasted a good 5-6 seconds trying to swim with me attached to him like a leech. By the time he realised his mistake, he tried to untangle himself from me but it was too late.

Panic set in. It was dark.


The water is cold. My legs were wrapped around his waist while my hands held onto his head.

I closed my eyes and I could feel the life in him slipping away.

His struggle got weaker. His instinct made him grab at my legs around his body but it was no use. I was wearing long running tights.


I could feel him going into spasm as his lungs filled with water. His hands reached wildly behind his head trying to get me and I just held on.

I could hold my breathe steady for 120 to 130 seconds. The max I did was 148.


It was coming to a minute by my count and Malcom was hardly moving by then.

I held my hold on him and relaxed my body further, letting the current carry us out into the middle of the reservoir.


At the 2 minute mark, I gently let go of Malcom and I surfaced for a breath of fresh air.

I looked at Malcom’s lifeless body a few metres away from me before I swam towards the shore.

I checked to make sure the coast was clear before I continued my run back to the car.

I got to my car, towelled myself dry and drove back home.

I gave Owen a text to tell him it’s done and the location.


He will handle the clean up and the administrative work that follows.


In a couple of days, there will be a small column in the papers about a jogger that lost his footing and fell during his jog and drowned.
Public are reminded to be vigilant when jogging along the dark paths of the park.


Autopsy, post mortem, paper work, all these will be taken care of by Owen and his team behind the scenes.

Owen came to look for me after my 1st project, offering me time off, a holiday. A time out session. I was sent to talk to a shrink who work for the same company. I had to go through evaluation by 2 separate doctors before I was certified fit to continue my work.


Honestly, I was afraid. I felt the fear like any others but I knew what kept me going. If I don’t do this, more innocent people will get harm.


That is what I tell myself every night before I go to sleep ever since I did my first project.



6 years on by 2013, I did 27 projects in all.


27.


I was the best performing employee in the company.


Top in terms of KPI.


I took the lives of 22 men and 5 women.

I remember all their faces.


Every night before I sleep, I would see those faces.


That look in their eyes. That look of realisation of what is happening.


I know when my time is up, I would see those faces again.

I can’t expect myself to go to heaven having done the things I did right ?



Well, I still sleep at night, in the same bedroom, on the same bed, in the same house my dad left me.

I have money, more than I can ever spend stashed in different countries in the region.


I’m being paid 9k a month, and this does not include the bonus for each project.

Bonus for project differs by quite a bit. Criminals like Malcom are pretty low, terrorist pays pretty well, overseas jobs goes for double the rate. You get the drift.


The arrangement with Owen has worked well for me all these years. In fact I was thinking of retirement in a few years.

Then the consolidation came.


Instructions came from the top that Owen need to consolidate his operation. We can no longer operate the way we do. Someone is crying for accountability, documentations, paperwork.

Long story short, Owen needed to shift his operations from various locations around the island into 1 building.

Reorganisation.

A 12 storey building located in little india.


A building with a story of it’s own.


That is where my story begins.


It all starts with the number 6.

Why 6 ?



In the centre of the lobby lies a sculpture of that looked like the universal studio globe but it’s a lot smaller with digital screen running across the axis of the globe. Text runs from bottom up like the ticker tape of news channel.


The metal globe spins and I could see my call-sign appearing on the digital screen.

Hibiki 6 2 7



Owen : Want to know what it means ?

Jeff : Let me guess, 27 projects….?

Owen nodded.


Jeff : What does the 6 mean ?

Owen : You’re number 6.

Jeff : What ?


Owen : yes…

Jeff : I thought I was the top ?? … didn’t you say I was the top ??

Owen gave me a raised eyebrow and added.


Owen  :I didn’t know you have such a big ego ….  Haha

Jeff : fuck you…



Owen : 1 to 5 retired.

I turned to look at Owen and he immediately added.

Owen : It’s not what you think…. They decided their time is up, they vanished…. In time to come…. I guess you might do the same as well…


Owen gestured to the screen as it changed to feature other call signs before changing to a stationary screen.





E 2 45

W 3 41

S 4 40

N 5 39



Jeff : what is this…. EWNS ? The direction of a compass ?

Owen nodded.

Then the screen flashed again.


Jane 1 97


I blinked twice at the sign and turned to look at Owen


Jeff : You got to be fucking kidding me.


Owen shrugged his shoulders.

Owen : I don’t know man…. These are before my time…. my predecessors…

Jeff : What do you know about them ?



Owen smiled.

Owen : You interested ?

Jeff : Of course… tell me…. Tell me everything…



Owen took a deep breath as he gestured to the building still under renovation.

Owen : It all starts here…. When this was a old 2 storey shophouse… when Singapore first gain independence.


Jeff : They were pioneers ?... of the company.

Owen nodded.


Owen : In a time when chaos reign , we need people who dare to do what needs to be done…

In the same manner which the expressways are currently laid out, the country was divided into 4 sections.


The CTE, central expressway splits Singapore down the middle, separating the east and west the PIE, Pan Island expressway separates the north and south.

Owen : the 4 pillars each took a corner of the island. They did what needs to be done in a manner not too different from what you are doing now.


Jeff : wow…. Fuck… and who the fuck is Jane…. ??


Owen : Oh Jane…. Jane….. haha..



Owen took a deep breathe and told me what he is about to tell me is what he heard from his predecessor.


Owen : Jane…. Is a woman of focus, of extreme dedication …. She is the best the company ever had… she is trained by the 4 pillars themselves.


Jeff : where is she now ??


Owen : How would I know, probably a old woman by now maybe…. I took over this shit just after the Kenneth fiasco. You’re my first recruit man…. Why ? … ahha.. you want to meet her ?? hahahah




Jeff : Well… if she’s real… I would love to…


Owen laughed.

He tapped me on my shoulder and added.



Owen : She’s a black widow…. No one knows how she looks like, she kills everyone that comes into contact with her…. That 97 ? ….. I bet mostly are men… haha…. I’m glad she’s gone though…. Don’t worry… you are still the best performing employee in the company in my eyes…



I watched as Owen walk away to talk to a contractor.


Jane.



Well, sounds like a myth to me after thinking about it.

Probably made up to smoke newbies.


Jane cannot be real.



……………………………………………………………………….


The 12 storey building I work in consists of a lot of other tenants other than us. It’s practically a normal office tower with people in various trades.
Logistics, trading, law firms and even a couple of office suites.

It’s not hard to see that Owen is doing this to pacify the people funding the company. It’s some that needs to be done if we want to continue to operate. He’s not happy but he doesn’t have a choice.

The auditing and research department were housed together on the same floor together with admin and finance.
There’s a separate floor meant for meeting rooms, and discussion areas and a pretty luxurious pantry. That floor is not only open to employees like me, it consists of a virtual office setup and office suites too.

With something like this set up, the number of people coming in and going out of the shared space is pretty big. People of all kinds.

Gig workers, small business owners , the freelancers, you get the drift.

All these people provided the perfect cover for men and women like me to blend in.

I have my own office in a office suite complete with 2 desk for future assistants.
I was the first to move in according to Owen.

A kind gesture for the best performing employee.

After he brought me about, we took the lift down to the ground floor from the 8th.

Jeff : Why would I need assistants ?

Owen : You don’t want a hot secretary ?

Jeff : what the fuck for ?

Owen : we’re considering opening up internship positions….

I gave Owen a look which told him I did not find that funny at all.

Owen : well… I’ll be honest with you….. I have jobs lined up for you… they need you to go in deep for…. Extended periods…. You would need support staff…

Jeff : No I don’t…

Owen : I say you do….

Jeff : I work alone…

Owen : not for the projects I lined up for you… you need help…don’t worry…. I trained him myself….

Jeff : Oh… that pretty much meant you already decided….. and this is just to inform me ?

Owen : Of course… I’m the boss remember ? …. Chill man… he’s a nice chap…. A geek though….and he stays in the office…. No field work… he’s not trained for it…

Jeff : Great… when do I get to meet him ?

Owen : In due time… get yourself familiarised with the office… enjoy the space man… by the way… the food here is not bad…. Come… I buy you lunch…

It’s not often that I see Owen get so excited about something so mundane.

Food. He is never a fan of food. To him, he eat to live.

For me personally, I would say I live to eat.

I enjoy a good meal as much as I enjoy a good cup of coffee.


Owen was literally dragging me along as he checked his watch.

Jeff: what the hell man ? got lunch time promo is it ??

Owen : quick… quick… you won’t regret it…


I followed Owen into the small canteen that took up the east side of the building on the ground floor. A small eatery with 3 stalls selling drinks, Chicken rice and fishball noodles.

We took a seat and Owen gave me a quick orientation. As he rattled off the details, I committed those into my memory. If this is where I’m going to be most of the time, I want to know as much as I can about the people here.

You never know when those information will come in handy.

Owen : Drink stall owner… Freddy….. his son Lala.

Jeff: what ? Lala ?

I took a look at the 2 chaps behind the stall. Freddy is a old man in his late 60s while his son is probably about the same age as me. He’s big , but he’s not normal.

He smiles funny and his eyes darted and shift but his motor skills are normal. I watch him pull a nice cup of coffee as Owen went on.

Owen : Lala is what he respond to… his name is Larry…. Special needs boy… he’s ok…. just don’t get him too excited…. He gets a little violent when he’s excited or when he gets too happy…

Owen went on to say at Lala has had a couple of brushes with the law because he could not control his emotions properly sometimes.

Owen : He has hit people before…. For being rude…. So be nice…

Jeff : what would I ever be not nice to him ??

Owen shrugged his shoudlers.

Owen : Relax…it’s just a remark…. I know you can be nice if you want to.


Jeff : I’m always fucking nice...... even when I’m working…

Owen : Whatever… hahaa…. Lala may be… ermm.. slow in many ways but he takes care of his father…. Freddy will sometimes cheat you on your change…

Jeff : oh… ?

Owen  : It’s not a lot…. 10 cents here… 20 cents there… just close one eye la….. he’s paranoid about saving up for Lala…. You know…. As a father… he’s always worried about the day when he’s no longer around….


Jeff : they’ve been here long ?

Owen laughed and said yes. All the stall operators have been here for at least 10 years. There’s nothing suspicious about any of them from what he could gather.

Owen : noodle stall…. Ah Kim… his wife Ah Kiao…. Retired couple…. Selling to pass time…. 1 son…. Doctor… practising in Australia…. Food is not bad… Laksas on Friday is nice… ask for extra hum ( cockles )

Jeff : ok… I’ll try that later I think.

Owen looked at his watch again and I could see he was waiting for something. Or rather, someone.

He was looking at the chicken rice stall but he did not start talking.

I turned to look at the same direction as he is and all I could see was a fucking grumpy man with a large cleaver dismembering chicken.

He had a permanent frown on his face. Each time his cleaver came down, I could hear the loud chop of the blade hitting the large wooden board. Faded tattoos covered both his arms and beneath that white cotton top with holes, I know there is a body that has more muscles than fats.

He knows his way with a knife the way a chicken rice seller would.

I was about to ask Owen about the chicken rice seller when I froze as well. My attention immediately diverted away from the chicken rice seller.

My eyes saw and immediately recognised what Owen wanted me to see.
I would hardly hear myself as I blurted out what I wanted to say.

Jeff : wow…. Fuck…. Is that who you are waiting for??

Owen  : ohhhh…………. this is the favourite part of my lunch.


With skin fair as fresh snow, I watched as that girl walked into the café with her bag and a large drawing board.

Her shoulder length hair danced like silk curtains in a gentle breeze. Her eyes sparkled as she looked past our table into the distance. Her lips are pursed together before breaking into the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen on a woman.

There was this depth to her smile that I could not describe. Her eyes smiled the same time as her lips and all the muscles on her facial features just reacted at the same time, painting the perfect picture of a beautiful woman.

She removed her denim jacket in the café and time slowed down by 80% as I watch her smooth and toned arms emerge from the jacket.

Even the way she folded her jacket seemed to attract me.


Lala, obviously know her well and he literally bounced out from behind his stall. He gawked and smile at the girl, grinning cheekily at her.

The girl smiled and gave Lala a pat on his head like a elder sister acknowledging the attention of a younger brother.

My eyes ventured lower, beyond the firm full breast of the girl to her legs.

God those legs, that full and delicious thighs. They were a healthy shade of white like freshly whipped cream.

She works out, I can tell.

Lala reached behind his counter and took out a bottle of water for the lady. She thanked him and I heard her voice for the first time.

It was like a melody. That level of sweetness in that short thank you could give me diabetes.

She’s beautiful.

I found myself asking the question inside my head.

How do you define beauty in a woman ?

Is it the amount of makeup she wears ? The way she dresses herself ?

The amount of cleavage she is showing ?

Or perhaps is the curated pictures you see of them online ?

This woman in front of me has none of those.

She did not wear any makeup, and if she did, I’m sure she would look like royalty.
Her modest dressing is the classic example of the local girl next door.

Nothing too loud, yet the pieces she chose to wear suited her.
I saw her say something to the noodle seller Ah Kiao and when she turned to her side and smiled, I saw a dimple.
A small dimple that appears only on the right of her face.

Her teeth, straight and white as the commercial you see online trying to sell you a upscale version of toothpaste.

I did not realised that my mouth was half open until Owen asked me to shut it because I was being too obvious.


Owen : she’s hot right… my god… she is like the goddess in this building…. Hahaha

Owen had to stress the word ‘goddess’ as he grinned.

I licked my dry lips as I looked around us.

We were not the only people here for lunch or rather, we were not the only one looking at the girl.

There are single men with spoon paused in mid air, rice dropping onto their plates.

There was even a guy with his coffee cup lifted 3cm off the table but he froze as well as he looked at the girl.

She’s that attractive.

Yes. She attracts attention, in a classy way.

I watch her pay Lala for the bottle of water and she took a look around the small café trying to see how many customers are in that day. Her line of sight sliced across her field of view, cutting right past us.

That look plus her smile.
She literally looked around and gave everyone a brief smile, like a greeting.

Something that says she knows we are looking at her and that we should probably stop because it is making her blush.  

Jeff : wow….

Owen : yeah… wow….

Jeff : what’s her name ?

Owen : Xuehua… ( smooth snow )

Jeff : god… that’s so true… her skin….

Owen : yeah… she’s…. out of our league…. Hahaha…and even if she’s not….

There was a loud commotion followed by the sound of metal meeting the chopping board.


CHOP! CHOP!! Chop !

The sound of the chicken rice seller’s cleaver smashed onto the timber chopping board.

Eddy : ORDER LA !!! STAND THERE for FUCK ! want to eat or not !!

The chicken rice seller erupted at a customer who was slow in his order because he spent his time looking at Xuehua.

Xuehua giggled as she helps to take a dish of chilli and utensils for the stammering customer who was trying to step further away from the swinging cleaver that is separating the pieces of chicken.

Jeff : let me guess…. That’s her father ?

Owen : hahah. No….Chicken rice seller…. Eddy…… Xuehua’s uncle…. He’s known for his bad temper and lack of patience.….other than that he’s ok….. The food is good though….

I waited for Owen to go on as he stole another look at Xuehua.

Owen : Xuehua…. Art student… fuck….. how romantic is that…art student ….. haha…. She’s same age as you…

Jeff : oh ?

Owen : She’s an orphan…parents died in a car accident… raised by Eddy… she studied medicine….

Jeff : A doctor ?

Owen shook his head.

Owen : dropped out at her final year….took a break to travel… then decides to take up art…. Pottery at first… then now painting…… she sells some of her works at small studios around the island….some are pretty nice….

Jeff : why does it seem like you dig deeper than you usually do ? … haha

Owen : hahaha…. Wouldn’t you have done that if you were me ??

I laughed and I offered to go get lunch for the both of us.

Jeff : Chicken rice can or not ?

Owen : what the fuck man… hahaha… can’t you tell I’m only here for the chicken rice ?? haha

I laughed and I got up.

Then I got nervous.

I don’t know why.

Every step I put in front of myself towards the stall, my heartbeat got faster.

This is wrong.

I don’t get nervous.

I get excited before I kill, I get angry, I get upset.

I don’t get nervous.


This feeling is new.

Before I knew it, I was right in front of the stall.

My lips felt dry. I think I started to hyperventilate.

The customer in front of me walked away.

Xuehua locked eyes at me the same time I saw Eddy’s cleaver pause as he waited for me to place my order.

I froze in front of Xuehua.

Xuehua : yes ?

I fucking froze.

I could see Owen laughing at our table. It must please him to see his employee fuck something up especially when it’s non work related.

Looking at her straight on felt like I was meeting some royalty for the first time and not knowing how to react. Like she’s a princess and I’m the lowly peasant.

Jeff : i… i..

Xuehua raised an eyebrow as she tried to stifle a laugh.

Xuehua : chicken rice ??  for 2 ??

Before I could place my order, I literally jumped out of my skin as Eddy’s voice rang out again.

Eddy : WHAT YOU WANT!!! EAT or PACKET !!!??

I immediately ratted off my order so fast that I don’t even know what I was saying.

Jeff : Chicken rice for 2, add gizzards, 2 braised egg, 1 additional plate of rice, remove bone please and no breast meat, give me some chicken backside. !!

Owen was clutching his stomach as he laughed out loud at how stupid I looked.

It like I’m trying to do a tongue twister.

Xuehua smiled and she looked away. I watched her arrange the utensils on the tray before telling me the cost.

Xuehua : $10 please…

As if her sweetness is not enough, I saw something that sent blood right into my manhood, inflating it rapidly.

It’s inside her mouth.

On the tongue.

She has a tongue stud. That shiny glint of meatal.

The way she looked, this level of sweetness, you can never imagine she has something like that.

If wonder what it would be like to kiss her.

She arranged the food on my tray and thanked me.

I hesitated for a second too long that she had to give me a look before raising an eyebrow and directing her head slightly towards the tray to get me moving along.

When I set the food back down at our table, Owen was chuckling as he helped removed the dishes from the tray.

Owen : Well…. At least now I’m sure you’re not gay….

Jeff : fuck you…. You thought I’m gay ??

Owen : it’s a stressful job Jeff….. everyone has their way of dealing with it…

I shook my head and ignored Owen.


Half way through our meal Owen asked me a serious question.

Owen : So…..can I expect you to be in office… when you have no projects on hand ? haha ….

I dipped a chuck of chicken into the blended chilli sauce before putting it into my mouth.

Jeff : yes ..

Owen : good…..

I turned to catch another glimpse of Xuehua.

I saw her turn her head slightly towards my direction but turned away when she realised I was looking at her.

She’s hot, pretty and no doubt smart.

I watched as she tried to open the bottle of water Lala gave her earlier.

She scrunched up her face as she tried to twist the bottle cap. It was then I realised Lala was constantly looking at Xuehua too. He bounced out from behind his stall, left the line of customers waiting for their drink and went over to Xuehua and helped her with the bottle cap.

Xuehua : hahha. Thank you Lala… 

She took a sipped of the water and our eyes met again for a brief second.

I looked away first.

Owen scooped rice into his mouth and his tone took on a more serious note.

Owen : Jeff… I know what you are thinking….don’t.

I scooped another mouthful of rice into my mouth.

I did not need Owen to tell me that I don’t have a future with her.

It’s ok to fantasised about it, maybe wank it off but people like us.

People like me doing the things I do.

We die alone. In a place no one know, and when we do, probably no one cares.

A relationship has no place in the life I lead. I changed the topic and asked Owen about my next job.

Jeff : What’s my next project ?

Owen : Get acquainted with your new assistant … he’ll come in next month….

Jeff : If it doesn’t work out ?

Owen : it will….

Jeff : I meant what if ….

Owen : then it’s 28 for you….

Jeff : wow… you can be really cold sometimes you know…

Owen : I’m fucking kidding… don’t even think… I spent a lot of money and resources on him….

Jeff : Send me his files…

Owen : will do… anything else you want to know about him ??

Jeff : Yes….


Owen : What ?


I finished the last mouth of my lunch and I added.

Jeff : does he like chicken rice ?

Owen : hahhaha…



…………………………………………..


I found out from the files that Owen sent me that my assistant’s name is Billy.

He’s an orphan, no living relatives. Owen plucked him out of a police station when he was caught hacking into one of the telco company that he was part timing for.

Owen saw his potential and he made the whole incident go away.
In return, Billy was to go to school, complete his studies while working for Owen. The files contained mostly observations and a list of stuff Billy did. There was nothing in it that I can use to really evaluate him as a person.

I don’t trust him. It’s nothing personal.

It’s just the line of work we do.




3rd June 2013
Monday.

It was my first day with Billy and officially the 1st work day in the new office. Part of me was looking forward to heading back to the place for chicken rice even though I only had it barely 2 weeks ago.

Xuehua’s smile never left my head.

Her expression. Just thinking of her makes me want to break out in a smile. It was that infectious.

I woke up early and practised my smile in the mirror. I check my facial expressions and relaxed my facial muscles. I have no plans to show the real me in that building.

I knew I needed a mask to protect myself. I’m not the only one that does my line of work that is going to be entering and leaving that space. There are many more like me.

There’s a high chance that we might be taking the same lift, eating at the same place or even bumping into each other. We don’t know each other by face, but I know for sure everyone will be on the lookout.

Tell tale signs that is a dead giveaway is a strict no no.

Blend in, keep your head down and pretend I’m your everyday office paper pusher.

I have to also make sure I don’t reveal too much of my cards to Billy too. He may be my assistant but he still needs to earn my trust.

I got to the office tower in Little india at 7.30 am. I settled myself into a spot at the café and waited. It was then I noticed Lala and his father staring at me.

Fuck. It’s as if I’m taking up space when I did not order a drink.

I cleared my throat and went over to place my order.

Jeff : kopi O Kosong…..

Lala : 1 kopi kosong coming up…… kopi o… kopi o….. no sugar no milk… cheapest drink on the menu… kopi o kopi o….. 80 cents..

I think my jaw dropped an inch as I blinked a couple of times as Lala continued singing and announcing to everyone in the queue behind me that I placed an order for the cheapest drink.

I paid up and took the drink back to my seat. Right before I step away, I heard Lala singing the order of the person behind me and I felt a wave of relieve instantly.

For a moment I thought he was unhappy with me ordering the cheapest drink.

I enjoyed my coffee as I slowly took in the people coming in.

Many of the people working in that building know each other. I could see people greeting Lala and his father as they passed by the café. Some did no even need to place their orders, all the had to do was give a friendly wave and drop off their coins.

Lala knew what they wanted.

I stole a glance at Eddy behind the chicken rice stall. He hummed as he worked, opening the cover of the rice cooker as a column of steam rose up into the air.


Ah Kim and Ah Kiao are busy fulfilling the breakfast orders. Bowls of noodles served one after another. The sound of the porcelain bowls grinding against each other when being removed from the stacks and the light slam of the stainless steel cover of the boiler where the noodles are being cooked made the place feel so homely and warmth.

Lala and his father Freddy made sure there’s a steady clink of sound from the glass mugs they were using for the drinks.
The drag of the wooden chairs along the floor by customers, the occasional shout of orders.

If I closed my eyes it would feel as if I stepped back briefly in time when Singapore has yet to become such a fast pace concrete jungle.

The rattle of a trolley caught my attention and I saw a old lady pushing the cleaning cart towards the café. Her trolley has been heavily modified. It looked pretty amusing in fact.
Aside from the usually mops, brooms and bin, I could see a variety of hooks and makeshift shelves she attached on her own.

On closer look, her trolley had everything you can possibly need to keep the lobby clean.

Cleaning detergent, sprays, jumbo toilet rolls. There’s even a old radio antenna with rubber bands looped 2 inches high. The handles in which she is pushing the trolley is unique as well.

Instead of the usual horizontal handle bar , the lady gripped onto the what looked like the grip of a motorcycle handle. It’s damm cool I tell you. It’s a modified push bar complete with brake levers.

The stance in which she pushed her trolley, her arms spread shoulder width apart, she could well be riding a Harley Davidson. There is vigour in her step. She’s got to be in her sixties I think but there is still a bounce in her step.

The whole scene reminds me of a hip grandmother on the road.

The trolley jingled and rattled as it got closer to me, revealing more details of this interesting cart. A small radio sent streams of classic oldies to my ears. Songs that my dad use to play at his stall as well.

Lala saw the lady approach and called out to her. 

Lala : Auntie Annie.~~~ Kopi O !!

I watched as Annie gave Lala a thumbs up as she parked her cart at the edge of the café like a boss. She walked like someone who just finish her Taichi class with a smile towards the noodle stall and place her order.

She chatted with the hawkers as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Come to think of it, Singapore must be one of the few places in the world where our elderly still have to continue working.

We are one of the most expensive city in the world to live in. The popular saying among the old folks is that it’s probably cheaper for you to just die than to fall sick.

I checked the timing on my watch.

I was scheduled to meet Billy at 8am at the café for breakfast. I know his face from the files Owen gave me. I dropped him a text the night before and he replied immediately.
He asked how will he know it’s me when we meet.

I reassured him that I will call out to him, besides, the café is pretty empty.

Most of the customers are getting takeaways.


I wiped my mouth and looked towards the main entrance to see if Billy has arrived. Surely he’s not going to be late for our first meeting.

Sipping my coffee, I leaned back on the chair and I could feel myself relaxing. It’s nice to be able to people watch in the morning with a cup of coffee. Perhaps it was because I have no projects on hand at the moment.

I spotted quite a few hot office babes entering the building and heading towards the lift.

I saw the entrance of a trio of classic character that looked like they came out of a movie.

3 large men, hair dyed blond with tattoos on their arms.
All of them wore black polo T with the name of their debt collection company printed in bold yellow font.

A 4th man caught up from behind, a thick gold chain around his neck almost blinded me as they hurried to enter a lift that was closing.

I saw the security uncle swagger over to the café as well. With a button undone on his shirt, he looked unkempt. His little booth by the side of the lift lobby serves more as a decoration than anything.

There is hardly any semblance of security in that building. No need to sign in or register yourself, and the security guard works from 8am to 6pm.

Quite unusual but it has always been this way.

I caught a glimpse of the name tag on the security guard. Just 1 word.

‘Leng’

I pretended to sip my coffee as he waved to Lala who immediately started to prepare his drink.

He acknowledged the rest of the café staff, says hi to Eddy before taking a seat at the corner of the café.

He shook his leg as he sipped his drink, singing a hokkien song softly. Retrieving some lottery ticket from his pocket, I watch him try to match the numbers to the ones on his mobile phone before silently cursing and crushing it.

My attention was suddenly drawn to the entrance of a well built man walking into the building.

He’s tall, at least 1.9m and even though he was wearing loose fitting clothes, I could tell he’s in top shape.

He’s well groomed, even his eyebrow is sculpted and trimmed. The veins on his forearms left little to imagination what he can do to a man’s neck if he put his mind to it.

He came to the café and several pairs of eyes went to him. His voice boomed deep and low, asking for a glass of hot water and a cup of tea.

Sitting down 2 seats away from me, his chiselled features looked grim and menacing. He looked at his phone and frowned, shaking his head as if he was disappointed with something he read.

What happened next came so fast that I had no time to react.

Billy entered the building.

Cradling a tablet in his hands with a set of headphones on his head, he half skipped and hopped into the café.

Billy carried a bag that looked a bit too small for him, it’s like he was still using the bag meant for his primary school. His jeans is ill fitting and baggy, like he was stuck in the era where baggy jeans are still the thing.

His t-shirt is definitely old school. A giant Alien head with the text Alien workshop printed at the bottom.

I was about to signal to him when he immediately jumped and took a seat in front of the large guy.

I almost wanted to vomit out my coffee as Billy sat down in front of the guy who stared at him in surprise.

Removing his headphone and keeping his tablet, I could see Billy nodding at the guy who had 1 eye brow raised.

My mouth opened an inch wider when I saw Billy jerk his head upwards at the large man, it’s as if he was waiting for him to do something.

Large man : What the fuck do you want ??

Billy was calm. He pulled his head backwards in a dramatic manner and regarded the guy from the corner of his eye.

Billy : whhhhhhaaattttttts uppppppp!!! Brother !!! ssssupppppp!!

I massaged my forehead and looked to the ceiling. Oh god. What kind of powerful creature did Owen send me.

It was at this moment when it finally became clear who the large man was waiting for. A woman with 2 kids came along. The 2 kids bounced up happily to their father who carried them up effortlessly.

Billy immediately realised his mistake and he apologised profusely, saying he made a mistake.

He got up, swung around and saw me looking at him.

He blinked twice, looking around the café once more just to be sure before he looked at me again.

I nod my head towards the seat in front of me and he immediately caught my que.

Billy : oh my god I’m so sorry…..paiseh paiseh….what’s up brother….. sorry sorry…

I extended my hand and I could tell Billy was nervous.
His palms were sweating.

I would be too if I was him.

I’m sure Owen told him who I am at the very least.

Jeff : Do you want a drink ?

Billy shook his head. His eyes never left me.
He kept looking at me and I did not stop him.

2 minutes later, I could tell he calmed down a little when he finally opened his mouth.

Billy : I.. erm… i… Jeff.. Jeff right….

Jeff : yes… call me Jeff…

Billy : It’s an honour to finally meet you…

Jeff : don’t be crazy…please don’t do or say anything that will suggest we are anything more than normal office employees…

Billy nodded with a grin.

Billy : ok… ok… sorry… I’m just nervous… I erermmmm.. I thought…. I thought…. All the things I’ve heard about you… I just … you know sort of form my own impression of how you look like….am I blabbering…. I think I am blabbering….. sorry I’m just nervous…

Jeff : don’t be… we’re colleagues… come… let’s head up to the office… we have a lot to talk about…

I got up to the 8th floor with Billy and we entered the main lobby of a large serviced office. Regular employees went about their day to day work and we continued walking towards the end of the hall.

Opening our own private office suite, I asked Billy to chose his seat.

Jeff : There’s the table on the left and the table on the right…. Take your pick…

Billy : Right side… window view….nice….

It’s a nice view alright. We’re located in one of the tallest building within little India. The orange tiled roofs of the conservation shophouses on the streets below us stretched throughout the neighbourhood.

From up here, you get a vantage view of all the small alleyways. Traffic is terrible in this neighbourhood and most often than not, it is faster to walk to where you want to be than drive around here.

Billy dropped his bag and immediately got to work, if that’s what you call it.

The office is literally barebone. There’s nothing in it except the desk and chairs.

Billy was already on his knees checking for power points and location of lan cables.

Billy : Jeff… we need to go get stuff for the office man…. We don’t even have waste paper baskets ….. and my chair got no cushion…. I need cushion….
He started going on about a list of stuff we will need to get and I could feel a headache building up.

Jeff: ok.. ok slow down… Sim Lim square is just around the corner….let’s go there and grab what you need…..

Billy : ok… swee… let’s go…

Billy is a talker. He never stops talking. I would have thought it would be irritating but on the contrary, I find him quite entertaining. He’s definitely funny too

He asked a lot of questions. How often do I work out ? How fast can I run ?

Then the genre of questions changes suddenly to what games do I play ?

Do I know about Diablo ?

Jeff : what the fuck man… I grew up in the 90s, who hasn’t heard of diablo… of course I play…. 1,2,3, all I play…. I am a starcraft pioneer man…

Billy : Zhun bo ? …. Ok.. ok… I’ll set up the stations and we can par game in the office.

I gave him a look of disbelief as I started the car engine.

Ok, I admit. If there’s no project, I literally have fuck none to do but playing game in the office isn’t really my cup of tea.

As I turned onto the main road, Billi’s question took a drastic turn.

Billy : You like… porn or not..

I almost slammed on the car brakes as I looked at Billy.

Jeff: What the fuck man…

Billy : relax man… I’m just asking…. Owen tells me many of his staff are gay…. I just wna tot be upfront I like girls… and I like pussies…

Jeff : This conversation is over…. I think we’re not close enough to go to that topic.

Although Billy’s choice of conversation is weird, I still enjoyed talking to him on a whole range of issues.

If I were to be honest, I felt quite at ease with him.

He’s direct and straightforward. If he don’t like something, he says it immediately.

Like the colour of my fucking mouse and keyboard.

Billy : That colour is disgusting…. Who the hell chose teal for mouse and keyboard.

Jeff :what the fuck do you care about what colour I want for my keyboard…. ?

Billy : I’m just saying…. That colour is very girly…

I would have wanted to have my work stations fixed at the shops but Billy would not have it that way.

Billy : No… no… no… DIY…. DIY means I do it myself… bring everything back… I will settle… don’t worry…

I ended up as a shopping slave as Billy went on a shopping spree.

Billy : Owen paying…. Everything just go high end… hahah…

We got back to the office by lunch and I wanted to ask Billy to head down for chicken rice but he’s already lost in his zone.

Spreading the stuff he buys out on the table, he told me to grab a packet of food for him if I’m heading down to get any.

I decided to save the chicken rice for later and we order pizza.

I wasn’t much help with the setting up but it was a good time to talk to Billy.
We chatted as he worked, he is focused, organised and he is a perfectionist.

I cable tied a wire a little crooked and he made me redo it.

Billy : No… cannot…. Cannot… take out take out… redo…you know how to use cable tie or not !!..

Jeff: I do… when I use it… usually people die….

Billy dropped his screw driver as he stared wide mouth at me before I broke into a smile.

Jeff : just kidding…. Hahaha…

Billy : err…. That’s funny.. haha… that’s funny…


It took us several hours but by 5.45pm, we’re done.

I passed Billy a drink and I asked him if he had a choice when Owen told him to come work with me.

Jeff : He just ordered you to ?

Billy : Nah… he asked me first… he wanted to know if I would be comfortable….

Jeff : Working with me ?

Billy shook his head.

Billy :  he gave me 3 choices….. HIbiki, Lunch or Match ….

Damm that Owen. He offered Billy the top 3 performers.

Jeff : Why me then ?

Billy looked at me and when he answered, I could tell he was being really honest. I burst out laughing .

Billy : Owen was sure Lunch and Match likes men…..but for you… he says it’s 50/50…I’ll take my chances….

Jeff: hahahah… fuck you…. Hahha…

Billy : No thanks…

We finished our drink and I told Billy we should head for an early dinner.

Jeff : I’ll leave you in no doubt which gender I prefer after dinner….

Billy :hahha…. No need la…. 1 look I can tell you are a Jap porn lover…

Jeff : Fuck off la… haha..

We walked out of the office and went towards the lift. Billy lowered his volume and on a more serious tone, he told me that he like the way I work.

Billy: Clean…. Emotionless and professional …..very nice work…. You’re really someone I look up to….

I shook my head and told him things like these messes with our heads.

Jeff : don’t think about them when you don’t have to…

Billy : What are we going to have ?? Little india have a lot of nice food right….

Jeff : Oh… we’re having chicken rice…

Billy : whattttttt……

As we approached the café, I slowed down my footsteps.

I could see Xuehua. Her side profile.

She was smiling as she spoke to another lady.
That smile could melt anything.

Billy : woah….brother….. fuck me man…..she is the hottest chicken rice seller in the country…

Jeff : yeah… I think so too… she’s… just wow…

Billy : come on brother… go hit on her….

Jeff : what ? what makes you think I haven’t done it yet….

Billy nudge me along and I could feel him dragging me into the café.

Billy : I can tell la….You don’t know her yet right…

Jeff : What the fuck…

Billy : If you knew, you won’t be standing here… come come… I support you…. Go talk to her….

I freed myself from Billy and gestured to him to take a seat in an animated manner. The large actions caught the attention of the stall owners and I could see Lala and his dad looking at me.

Even Xuehua turned towards me for a second before turning away.

I immediately went to the drinks stall and ordered drinks.

Lala : Kopi O kosong ….. cheapest drink right ?

Jeff : wow… that’s amazing man…

Lala : yes. Yes… i know you… cheap drink Kopi O kosong…

Billy : Get me a coke bro !

Billy shouted from across the café a little too loudly, drawing more attention to us.

Lala : coke for your friend…. Cheap drink Kopi O Kosong for you…

Jeff : Please… call me Jeff…

Lala : Jeff… jeff…. Call me Lala…. Lala…. Kopi O Kosong for Jeff….

Jeff :  nice to meet you Lala….

I brought the drink over to Billy and told him I’m going to order chicken rice.

Billy : ok.. ok… I eat everything….

Billy stole a glance behind me and he gestured that the girl I was eyeing is waiting for me.

Billy : she is ready for you… she’s hot… I think you will look good as a couple.

I did a mock hammering action at Billy and he chuckled as he ducked my attempted blow.

Billy :  Chill la brother…. You going to order chicken rice.. you look like you going for interview…

Jeff : that’s not true… !

Billy : You can one… you are the ‘Zai’ ( Steady ) one… go !... talk to her…! Get her number…..!! get her facebook…. I can do magic…

Lowering his voice a notch Billy offered to photoshop the girl’s face onto the body of a nude JAV actress if I could get her social media account profile.

I sighed and walked towards the stall.

Xuehua’s hair was tied up into a short ponytail that day. She wore a long sleeve top in red with sleeves that reached only to her elbows. A pair of black hip hugging jeans and black canvas shoes completed her look.

I think it would be considered very good progress if I can at least say hi besides placing my order of chicken rice.

Standing across the café, I saw her smile.

I’m going to go talk to her, even if its for a little while.

But before I could make my move, I felt my emotions going wild.

My tongue gets tied.

I was right at the stall and Xuehua as turned around to face me.

Right at the moment when I look into her big brown eyes, I felt myself freezing up again.

Xuehua spoke first and at that moment, I suddenly felt that everyone at the café has some sort of super human power with photographic memory.

Xuehua : Chicken rice for 2, add gizzards, 2 braised egg, 1 additional plate of rice, remove bone please and no breast meat and some chicken backside ? hahah

My mouth could hardly move as I just nod at her, I could feel hot flushes on my cheeks.

Jeff : wow… yes….

Xuehua looked away with a smile and I felt like the dimple on her cheek sucking me in like a vortex.
She started to arrange the utensils and food Eddy has prepared onto the tray for me.

Then the most fuck up thing happen.

Fuck up to the core.

Picture this.

Xuehua , out of pure goodwill , helped me remove the tray of food from the stack on the stall. Lifting it up, she made it easier for me to carry the tray of food.

During the Passover, the moment my hands gripped onto the side of the tray, the bowl of soup moved and I could see it happen before I felt the pain.

The hot soup scalded my hand and I accidentally jerked the tray forward towards Xuehua.

The tray of chicken slid right off the tray and smack right into her chest, drenching her body in a mess of chicken and gravy.

Jeff : Oh fuck….

Before my curse could be completed, the dish of chicken fell to the floor, the echo of the melamine crockery filled the whole café, causing everyone to turn over.

Now, an apology would be in order and some prompt cleanup is needed but no.

There was no time for those.

I heard a loud defending shout from Lala.

The loud noise and seeing Xuehua in distress must have triggered him.

Freddy tried to calm him down but Lala was shouting and running towards me from the drinks stall.

His arms were raised and his fist clenched.

I could feel my muscles tensing up and my footing was about to change to a defensive position when I realised in a split second I can’t do anything.

I could have easily trip Lala and twist his arms into submission but I can’t.

Not in front of the whole fucking world.

Before I realised it, the café descended into utter chaos as Lala started raining blows on me.

Jeff: ahhh.. ahhh….

I blocked off his blows clumsily, and I could see all the hawkers rushing out to help calm Lala down.

Xuehua : Lala… calm down … Lala !!

Lala’s blows are hard but they were slow. As he screamed and hammered me, I could block them easily but it only served to anger him more.


Lala : aHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why you bully Xuehua !!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Xuehua tried to come closer and I could see one of Lala’s hammering blow about to hit her.

Immediately I reached over to help her shoulder that blow.

It was a mistake.

Lala changed tack.

Instead of hammering me, Lala’s hands reached straight for my nipples.

Jeff : AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Lala : AHHHHHHHH!!!

Xuehua : !!! AHHHH!!

I was tethering on the verge of twisting Lala’s fingers and dislocating them when Xuehua shouted for everyone to back off and keep quiet.

The commotion is only making Lala more stress.

Xuehua : Everyone back off !!... shut up !!!

Everyone froze, me included as I gritted my teeth with my eyes widened to the max my eyelids could manage.

Billy too was right there as he looked on in amazement at me.

With my nipples twisted in Lala’s massive arms, Billy gave me a thumbs up that I could manage to hold in my scream.

Xuehua : don’t cry out…. No matter what you do…. Don’t cry out…hold it in while I calm him down.

My whole body was trembling as I strained every muscle in my body. This was worse than the time I was slashed on my thigh doing a project.

I looked at Xuehua who was trying to speak to a crying Lala. God , she is so beautiful that it’s painful just to look at her.

Xuehua stroked Lala gently on his hair and spoke to him softly, calming him down.

She whispered to him and I could see Lala nodding his head even though he is still crying.

After a few short seconds which felt like eternity to me, Xuehua told me to just tall Lala to let go gently.

Xuehua : no sudden movements…. No crying out…. No sudden change in volume…. !!

I nodded and I could feel the veins in my neck about to burst open.

Billy had to come in and ask a dumb question at the critical moment.


Billy : What happens if he cry ?

Xuehua gestured to Lala and replied almost instantly.

Xuehua : He’s gonna pinch it…. Pinch it…. Pinch it somemore….


I could not hold it in any longer. If I did, my muscle memory and reflexes would end Lala’s life right there and then. It was up to me to end this.
I wanted to speak but I can’t

I really can’t
I spoke and the only words that came out were ;

Jeff : Ahh…  La la la la no……ahhh la la la la… no no…. no no…. no… nooooo…

Billy dropped his coke can as he stared at me in amazement. I see the dramatic rise of his thumb as he added.

Billy : Brother…, you si bei good leh…. At this time still can sing….



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I felt the flush of instant relieve as Lala let go before breaking down in Xuehua’s arms.

He didn’t mean it. Lala kept shouting he’s sorry in my direction as I staggered backwards and caught my breath. Lala was caught between trying to look and me and hiding in Xuehua’s breast.

His eyes were filled with tears and guilt and there is no way to fake that level of genuine regret. Lala’s voice is out of control.


Lala: sorry…, SORRY !!! SORRY JEFF… sorry… sorry… aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

He was trashing about as the other hawkers tried to hold him down so he doesn’t end up hurting another else.

Jeff : it’s ok… it’s ok…. I’m ok…

Lala : sorry … SORRY!!! SORRY JEFF… !!! JEFFF!!!!

I massaged my damaged nipples and I told Lala it’s ok but it’s not getting into him. He’s too emotional to listen.

He’s still very agitated.
Suddenly he started hitting himself, apologising as he hammered himself on his mouth with his fist.

It was a hard knock and I could hear the crunch of his knuckles hitting his teeth.


Before anyone could stop the 2nd punch, Lala brought his fist to his mouth and he began bleeding at the mouth.

Everyone panicked, some wanted to call for an ambulance but Freddy said no.

Xuehua’s petite voice was being drowned out by the shouting with everyone trying to give their suggestions and input.

Even Auntie Annie came over with her Harley Davidson cleaning trolley to see what is happening.

By then the commotion had drawn a small crowd of curious onlookers.

Lala: I’m sorry… Jeff.. I’m sorry !!

Jeff : Its ok…. it’s ok…. Lala… Look at me… look at me…. I’m ok… !!


Lala’s voice built up to an explosive scream as he pushed everyone away from him.

His father fell behind onto Eddy. Xuehua was shoved backwards and she fell onto her buttocks before landing on her back. Ah Kim held onto his wife Ah Kiao as she stumbled, nearly hitting the edge of a table.

I was really contemplating putting Lala down. A quick twist of his hands behind his back would be enough to put him into submission. Nothing works as well as pain but he seemed so helpless and lost.


I walked towards Lala and I held both his shoulders in my grip. I moved so fast he had no time to react. All that’s left for me to do would be to trip his balance, throw him onto the floor before I go all over him but I did not do that.

I too did not know what was going through my head.

Instead of putting him down. I hugged myself onto Lala.

Jeff : It’s ok…. it’s ok bro… I’m ok… I’m ok…I’m really ok…

Lala was taken aback for a couple of seconds and I could feel his entire body shaking.
Trembling in fact.


2 seconds later he went quiet. Then I felt his massive hands came up behind me and he held onto me.

Sobbing and apologising again, Lala told me he was really sorry.

Lala : Sorry… sorry… I could not control myself…. Sorry…

Jeff : It’s ok… shshhhhh.. its ok… I’m ok…. I’m really ok …shhhh..

I could feel Lala breathing hard in my arms. He panted and sucked in air but he was no longer shaking.

He’s calming down slowly but surely.

All eyes were on me as I slowly coaxed Lala out of my embrace.



It didn’t take long.

Probably a minute or 2 max and I was free of Lala.

He touched his bleeding gums and Xuehua gave him some napkins to clean up while his father gave him water to drink.

Eddy : nothing to see….. nothing to see…. Everybody go back work… no need work ah…

Eddy’s sudden outburst dispersed the busybodies gathering at the edge of the café. Auntie Annie went over to offer a few words of comfort to Lala before setting to clean up the mess I made on the floor.

I sank into a nearby seat and realised my shirt was drenched in perspiration.


Looking across at Billy, his jaws were just opened wide as he took everything in.

Billy : Wow…. Damm…..

Freddy brought Lala over and I stood up.

Jeff : It’s ok Lala…. I’m really ok… it was an accident….

Lala : I’m sorry…. I’ll … I won’t do it again…. I’ll make you the best kopi O kosong in the world to make up….



Jeff: It’s ok.. I’m fine… don’t worry about it…

I added with a smile as Freddy too apologised for his son’s outburst. He added that he is a little over protective of Xuehua because he likes her.

Eddy appeared just as Lala was walking away with another tray of food for me.

Eddy : nah… nah… nah…. Uncle treat you eat la…

Jeff : thank you… thank you…

Billy immediately came over and took over the tray from me. As he was facing me, I saw him mumble quickly in front of me before going away. His lips tried his best not to move as he rattled of his final word before making way for Xuehua.

Billy : bro… your brownie point…. Gao gao….kopi O extra gao ( thick ) already….


I wanted to smack him but he chuckled and got out of range and I saw Xuehua coming towards me.

She held 2 ice bags with her palms facing up was she got right up to me.

Xuehua : Jeff…. Right ?

Jeff : Yes…

Xuehua : here… take these…

Jeff : no need … it’s ok…

Xuehua : it’s not fine…. I was pinched before by Lala too….

I really don’t know what the fuck was going on in my head and I instantly looked at Xuehua’s breast when I should have been looking at her eyes.

It’s not my fault. I just had my nipples pinched.


Then you tell me you were pinched as well. Naturally the link just happened. I would have also thought she had her nipples pinched by Lala as well.

It was a fast look. Barely 1 second as I looked at Xuehua’s breast before looking back up at her with my eyes wide open.

Before I could speak, Xuehua laughed and shake the ice bags at me, spraying me with the condensed water that had accumulated.

Xuehua : NOT THERE LA !!! hahah

Jeff : Sorry… sorry… it was just…. I just….

Xuehua : Here…. Take it…it will make you feel better….

Seeing my hands were not up to receive the ice bags, Xuehua plastered the ice bags onto my shirt where my injury was. From a bystander point of view, she would have looked like she was touching my breast.


Jeff : ergnhhhh….orghhhhhergnnhh… ahhh… enghh…

Xuehua’s eyes widened before breaking into a chuckle as I moaned in front of everyone in the café.

You think it’s funny ? Go to your fridge right now and rub 2 ice cubes on your nipples and see if you moan out loud.

Instinctively, my hands came up and took over the ice bags as Xuehua’s hands moved away.

 Jeff : thank…. Thank you…


Xuehua : haha… enjoy your dinner Jeff…

Jeff : wait wait…

Xuehua turned around and if I weren’t gritting my teeth not to moan again from the ice cold bags rubbing on my nipples, I would have let loose another sensual call.

Her big round eyes lined up with mine as she waited for me to finish my sentence.

Jeff : I…. ermm.. haven got your name…

It was a blatant lie but this was the perfect opportunity for me to ask for it. If not now then when ?

Xuehua broke into a smile half a second later and I could tell she was considering whether or not to tell me her name. I could almost detect a hint of mischief as she asked me why should she tell me her name.



Xuehua : why should I tell you my name ?? … I didn’t ask for yours…hahah…

I could not bring myself to tear my eyes away from Xuehua’s as I answered as honest as I could.

Jeff : how can you not give your name….. to a man who has 2 hands on his own nipples when he asked you for it….

Xuehua burst out laughing the same time I saw Billy choke on his chicken rice, spraying his own plate with a smattering of chewed up rice grains and chicken meat.

Xuehua : hahaha… hahaha…


I saw Xuehua bite her lips for a split second as she considered my request.

I saw her inhale before breathing out as her mouth opened slightly. Her eyes checked me out right before she replied me softly.

Xuehua : Xuehua…. My name is Xuehua ….haha… see you around Jeff….

With that she turned around and made her way to the washroom.

I could not contain my smile as I walked back to my table with Billy.



Billy chewed on his dinner and looked at me smiling away. I must have a dreamy look on my face paired with a silly smile. That expression was etched onto my face for a good 30 seconds as I sat down in front of Billy. With my hands still on nipples massaging them, you could probably draw up a picture of what Billy is looking at while he ate.

Billy : Li erh………. Biao qing……….si bei bian tai ….( you have……. a perverted look……. on your face )

I ignored Billy’s comment as I slowly remove the melting ice cubes and put them on the tray.

Xuehua. The name sounded extra nice when she says it.

Billy : eat la… eat la…

Billy scooped chicken onto my plate and gestured for me to stop dreaming.

Billy : Owen is coming.


The mere mention of my boss’s name snapped me out of the daze I was caught in.

Jeff : Oh… he called ?

Billy showed me a message on his phone.

It was from Owen.
He asked if everything is ok on his first day and that he will be dropping by the office later.

Jeff : Are you going to reply that ?



Billy : no need….if it’s not ok… I would have called him by lunch….

We finished up our dinner and went back up to office. I did not have any spare clothes so I removed my shirt and hung it up by the window.

Billy sat back on his chair with his legs up on his desk as he streamed youtube videos of English hit songs as we waited for Owen to arrive.

I went to my desk and logged in remotely to the cameras I set up at home.



It was a habit in a way. If I was not doing it on the computer, I would be checking it on my phone.

You can never take security too lightly. I could see the common corridor outside my flat. The main door to my house and the respective rooms.

I switched sites and another series of screens appeared.

I had rented a unit opposite my current flat as well using different names and identifications. Documents of which were authentic provided for my different projects. I was suppose to return them once my work is done but hey, anyone with half a brain would know to keep some of these for future use.


I kept half of the documents Owen provided and told him I lost them during work. He would roll his eyes and say it would spell trouble for a lot of people if these documents are round floating around.

I reassured him that if he finds them, it would mean I’m dead. Just blame it all on me.

The unit I rented gave me a direct view of my place from the outside. I have cameras pointed at my door, the windows and the corridor leading up to the door.

Only Owen knows where I live but doing what I do for a living, you can’t help being a little more cautious.

I asked Billy where he lived and his head popped out from the side of his screen for a brief moment before asking me why am I interested in that.



Billy : Why do you want to know that ?

Jeff : hahahah…. Good… good answer…

Billy : ask me something else….. I have access to Owen’s archive of the company’s history…. Most of them are in hard copy… he never bothers to read them…. I went though most of it….

I came out of my office and pulled a chair up beside Billy.

Jeff : The history ?...

Billy : Yeah…. From the day this started….

Jeff : Tell me about the 4 pillars….

Billy laughed.



Billy : They’re all in 1 way or another…. Related to some of the street gangs back then…. , trouble makers….fierce fighters…. Murderers…. All of them have been arrested before… it’s not long before someone came up with the brilliant idea that rather than train people up from scratch… why not make use of these talents you already have….

Jeff: Talents… what a way to describe them…

Billy : hahah….there was not much documentation about the recruitment process….i read from some of the reports that it’s not easy…. No one came onboard willingly…..everyone had their own deal…. Money…. Family… whatever… things like that…

Jeff : Ok…. what else…


Billy : Audits and justifications back then were sketchy, you can never be sure if the projects you are doing are what it says it is… but they still do it…. They’re paid for each job instead of a monthly pay… no bonus or any kind…Kills back then were sloppy…. But easier to cover up compare to this day and age.

Jeff : example ?


Billy : Most common documented way of cleaning up would be to ship the carcass out to a kelong….. it would then be processed and re-introduced into the food chain….

Jeff : That is some sick shit…

Billy : There are camera everywhere now….it’s not as easy as before…

Billy sat up and started typing into his computer before logging into his email.

He turned the screen around and showed me some pictures.

Jeff : What are those… ?

Billy : Hu Die Dao. Butterfly sword…. Exclusively used by the 4 pillars…

Jeff: They used these ??


Billy : It started off symbolic … something the company presented to them, but with limited resources back then, all 4 pillars made good use of them. … the blades are forged in Japan… using the best iron sands from Chugoku mountain range in Japan…. They’re compact and easy to wield…. Half of their kills are with these…

Jeff : wow…..

Billy : what do you use Jeff ?

Jeff : butter knife….. bought from a $2 shop located in the outskirts of Jurong. Cheap and easy to dispose… but you need to sharpen them on your own….


Billy : That’s a joke right… anyway….here’s more..

Billy showed me more pictures he scanned in from the archives.

Billy : there are 4 butterfly sword…… 1 is in the national museum….  You can see it on display at the triad section….

Jeff : what about the other 3 ?



Billy : Owen has one of them, but the blade is already broken….it’s encased in his office…given to him by his predecessor…. The other 2 is missing… which brings me to this…

Billy switches window and showed me a scanned grainy picture of 2 black spear. About 1.4m long each, the entire spear is in black from the shaft to the spear tip.
The shaft is made of impact grade Hickory and the spear itself is from the same iron sand in Chugoku.

Jeff : The only time I hear hickory is when I order BBQ….

Billy ignored my comment and went on.

Billy : There are only 2 of these… presented to the North and South Pillar…

Jeff : Why ?

Billy : North is always busy… near the causeway…. And South need to include Sentosa…. And other island…. So more work..



I gave Billy a look and he gave me a smile.

Billy : you talk cock I also talk cock what….. hahha…..I don’t know… It was not recorded….the spears are missing as well…

Jeff : probably kept as souvenirs when they retire….

3 of the Pillars served national service. There were no records of where they served or what they did. 1 of them did not serve at all.

Jeff : awol or run ?

Billy : no idea… no records…. Their reign is long and eventful…. The 1st generation of our company…. We are technically the 3rd….

Jeff : where’s the 2nd…. ?


Billy : 2nd is a bit blurry…. Neither here nor there…. Most are in the midst of transition….Owen and his predecessor really built up the 3rd gen of operators.

Jeff : Hmmm…. Ok….


Billy  : The 4 pillars were given a task to train up someone….

Jeff : Yes… I’ve heard… a Girl….


Billy : Yeap… you must know that the 4 pillars could hardly get along….yet somehow they managed to train up this girl…amazing right…

Jeff : Well… with the right motivation…anyone can do anything….

Billy : True…. True….


Jeff : what do you know about Jane ? does the archive say anything ?

Billy : Nothing in depth….. just enough to know she is there yet not there at the same time…. The company started training it’s first recruit the same time the 4 pillars started with Jane….they wanted to compare the methodology or something….turns out the company went for theirs…. So the 4 pillars only trained 1 girl… not much information is available…

Jeff : Then how do we know if she is real ? maybe it’s just a myth…

Billy shrugged his shoulders.



Billy : Maybe just a story made up to scare people ? hahah …. Jane has a birth mark…about 3cm long on the back of her left shoulder blade…. She might have it removed by surgery, no one knows….. the archives says she started her training when she was 11, had her first project by 13.

Jeff : Bull shit…. Mai lai la…..it’s fake… no way….

Billy : I know… at 13 i don’t even know how to cut a potato.

There was a knock on our office door suite and Owen came in.




10.20pm


Owen : I heard you injured your nipples Jeff…


Jeff : from who ?

I turned to look at Billy who held up both his hands to indicate it was not him.

Owen : There are eyes and ears everything Jeff….. people talk… just know that I am aware of everything that is happening in this building… It’s my job to…. It keeps us safe…

Jeff : I’m glad your voyeuristic nature is keeping all of us safe.

Owen : You’re welcome…



Owen locked the door and gestured to the window.

Billy hit the automatic blinds and the rollers whirled slowly, blocking out the night view we have of little India.

Owen opened his bag and brought out a bottle of whisky. A Hibiki 17 by Suntory.
He set the bottle on the table without a word and pulled out 3 glasses.

Owen : Let me go wash these first..

I looked at the bottle without a word and I could see Billy staring at it as well.

Whenever there is a new project, Owen would bring me 1 of these. Something of an initiation of sort to get things going.



The age of the whisky offered a glimpse into the difficulty of the said project.

Most of the bottles I’ve received are 12 year olds.

This is a 17.


Seeing Billy looking at the bottle, I asked if he knew what this means.


Jeff : You know what this means right ??

Billy : yes…. Owen told me about it…. He gets you 1 everytime there’s a new project….

Well. I’ve had a good break.



It’s time to start working.

Billy : Can I ask you something Jeff…. ?

Jeff : Go ahead….

Billy : You get to choose your own callsign ?



Jeff : Yeah…. Why… you want one ?

Billy looked at me in a serious manner and asked.

Billy : why didn’t you use Porche or Ferrari instead ?



It took half a second to sink in before I laughed.

Owen came back then and he heard what Billy asked. He set down the glasses and opened the bottle before pouring each of us a good 2 finger of the drink.

Owen : how are you going to tell the tax agency where you get all your cars ?

Billy : You mean you will really get it…?


Owen : Yeah… 1:10 scale model…. Don’t be a cock la…


Owen raised his glass and we met his with a soft clink in the quiet office.



As we took a sip, he took out his reading glasses and perched it low on his nose.
The streaks of grey in his hair is beginning to show. I guess this is a kind of work that makes you age faster than others. The wrinkles around his eyes got deeper and I could see the heavy eyebags.

He looked tired, as if he always have a lot of things on his mind.

He opened up a folder on the table and laid out some documents and photographs on the table.
I sat forward and looked at the photographs he laid out while Billy leafed through one stack of information Owen brought. Pictures of a hot looking lady.



Clasping his fingers together, he looked at me before turning to Billy.

Owen : I wished there were more time for you guys to get to know each other before your first project but this came in last minute….

Billy : who’s this hot babe ?



Billy held up a picture of this good looking women who cannot be more than 35 of age. Dressed in a classy gown and full makeup, she oozes charm and sexuality.
Her smile and those foxy eyes screams milf no matter which angle you look at it from.

Owen : Yvonne….Former pageant winner….. hot right ?… married… stay at home wife… socialite…. Attends parties and charities….spends husband’s money…. Head of a few charitable organisation as well…recently became a mother…



Jeff : She the target ?

Owen : No… her husband…….. Benson…. businessman in the day… drug dealer at night…

Owen pushed another photo across to me.

Owen : He’s well guarded by his personal guards… seldom show his face and very paranoid……  I sent in a colleague of ours….. he failed….

Jeff : What happened.



Owen : He went in as a contractor…. Benson is renovating his place now….last communication with him was that he will be making an attempt when Benson comes over to check on the work progress….. I’ve not heard from him since… its been 6 days….. I presume he’s dead

Jeff : that would have put Benson on his guard won’t it… ?

Owen : I don’t know…this is why I need you to find out…

Jeff : What’s my cover… ?

Owen took a deep breath and said I’m not going to like this.


Jeff : When have I liked anything you planned for me.

Owen : Oh ho ho ho…. This is different…. This is very different….

Jeff : How so… ?

Owen went on to say that the only way I would be able to gain access to Benson would be through Yvonne, and while it would have been easy in the past, things got complicated recently.

Owen : Yvonne caught Benson cheating on her when she was pregnant…. Things got ugly… and Benson has sort of kept Yvonne locked up in the house….

Billy : woah…



Owen : Businessman…. All want face…. Anyway, Benson’s a fucking flirt…. He sleeps around as if he’s changing underwear…. Prostitutes, actresses, with money… you can get anyone…. You get the drift….

Benson kept his wife under lock and key for the last few months of pregnancy, even after delivering in a private hospital suite, she was promptly sent back home for her confinement. Access to her is near impossible for now.

He took out a black travel organiser which usually contains my documents that correspondence with my cover.

He unzipped it and handed me the docket of information with the background he set up for me. Billy was handed a copy as well and barely 5 seconds in he looked up at Owen and exclaimed.

Billy : This is a joke right ?



Owen replied quietly as he adjusted his glasses.

Owen : It’s not…. We have to be subtle about this… it’s in the middle of a residential district and there’s a baby and her mother in the picture….we can’t put them in harm’s way.

I finished reading the summary and I looked up at Owen.

Jeff : you’re fucking kidding me are you not ?

Owen shook his head.



Owen : I wish I was…. Takes more than just balls to pull this off…… I’m sure you can do it… I will reveal the rest of the documents after acceptance of this project.

Owen gestured for all the documents and the photographs before saying the usual statement before each project.

Owen : You have a choice. You can choose to walk away and not speak of this again. Or, should you choose to accept this project, it is my duty to remind you that should you get caught, the company will not acknowledge any of your actions…. This is your first project together… I’ll give you guys some time to discuss….



Billy : No need…. I’m in if Jeff is…… he’s good with a butter knife…

Owen raised an eyebrow

Owen : What the fuck ?

I shook my head and drained the whisky in my glass, Owen went on to pour me another serving.

Jeff : I accept.

Owen : Good..

Owen handed over the documents he showed us initially before pulling out another document folder. With it, he pulled out another photograph.



Owen : Employee ranked 41 on the list…..

Billy : woah….. this is sick man….

I looked at the photograph Owen was holding and I stared at it for a good 3 seconds before looking at Owen.


Jeff : They’re twins ?

Owen : Yeap…. Yvonne’s sister….. Yiling….



Employee ranked 41 under Owen’s employment with one confirmed project under her belt. Callsign pillbox.
Owen told us it as his last resort. He didn’t want to go ahead with it but it seems he had run out of options.

Yiling is aware of what is happening to her sister and her brother in law’s recent indiscretion. The family recently argued about not being able to see Yvonne and her child as often as they wanted.



Benson is stonewalling them with excuses that Yvonne and the baby is sick and having so many strangers around them will increase the chances of the child getting an infection. Yiling was allowed to visit her sister a couple of times because her brother in law has the hots for her.

He has attempted to be funny and touchy with Yiling when he has a bit to drink on occasions before.

Owen : details are in the 2nd folder… read it…… I just spoke with Yiling before I came over…. She accepted the project and the cover I arranged….. you are to meet up with her…. And get introduced to the family as her boyfriend. ….



My role, as explained to Yiling by Owen is nothing more than an officer with the drug agency. I was to play the role of her boyfriend and I’m the official liaisons when it comes to matters about the drug trade Benson is running. My job would be to collect information, that’s all. As someone with no usable experience when it comes to operations like this, I was a total newbie to the game.

I was to have no knowledge of what Yiling’s actual role and task is.  I’m operating on the basis that Yiling is volunteering for this because she cares for her sister and wants to help her out of her predicament. This explains her role in cooperating with me.

Owen did not want to use Yiling initially because of her lack of experience but her status as the sister in law of the target is too precious a card not to use in these circumstances.

Compounded with the fact that she hated her brother in law, this should not be too hard for her to decide.




Owen : Benson is well guarded….if it comes to an all out brawl….. Yiling might not be able to do it…… Do not reveal who you are unless absolutely necessary….The project…. When successful, will be credited to both of you without Yiling ever knowing what happened….

Owen scribbled a number on a piece of paper. The number to call for the clean up crew who will take care of the forensics and stuff. It changes with each project and it’s also the official communication channel I will have with Owen once we start the party.

I nodded and Billy took over the piece of paper after I’m done.

Billy : This paper will self-destruct in 5 seconds….



With that Billy started tearing up the piece of paper vigorously with exaggerated actions.

Owen shook his head and poured me another drink while pushing Billy’s glass aside.

Owen : No more drinks for you.

Billy : hahah… twins man….. Jeff… twin sister leh… hahaha…lucky you….

Billy took the bottle from Owen and poured himself a glass.



Our glasses met again and we all knew Owen is already in his working mood when he finished our last toast with a statement as cold as this.

Owen : If shit hits the fan…. i can afford to lose the pillbox…. But you damm well bring me back Hibiki….

Owen finished his drink and gave us a nod before leaving the room.

Billy : well….. have fun with the twins Jeff….

Billy drained his drink and flipped to the back of the folder where a disc is attached. He will make do with the soft copy of the documents.

Looking at the photo of Yiling, I thought to myself.

Well, this could be interesting.

At least I get to meet my first colleague……. In the same department that is…


……………………………………………………



5th June 2013
Wednesday

9.30am


I spent a day digesting the information at home after that evening.


Benson seldom leaves his home and if he does, he is surrounded by his band of merry making men all of whom had served time with him before. A group of 12 men rotates between 2 shifts, accompanying him everywhere he goes.

They’re not professionals, more of thugs and assistants who does everything Benson asks of them.

Benson did time before for white collar crimes. Nothing major, just a year or so but with his friendly disposition, he made a lot of friends while in jail.



Now these friends, knowing that Benson could launder money easily for them, all hooked up with him after release. Benson went back to his old ways but it was always something small. Nothing that attract too much attention.

As his reputation grew, he was approached by a former inmate that wanted him to launder the proceeds of his drug business.

Benson refused but he was afraid of offending him. Initial reluctance was met with threats on his family. So he did what a good citizen would do.

Benson actually went to the authorities and came clean expecting help to come his way, but that was not the case.

Fate has a funny way of playing people.


Instead of removing Benson from the picture and going after the dealer, the authorities convinced Benson to go along with the deal.

Yes. They wanted him to take the deal because it would enable them to uncover something bigger.



How do you control a trade that will surely find it’s way into your island no matter what you do ?

You can go around arresting the small players and run around in circles most of the time or you can control the big player. Cast your net wider and look further.

Before you know it, Benson’s little empire began to grow.


It grew on the basis of him taking out other dealers and competitors with the help of enforcement agencies.


By edging out the competition, it only took Benson 2 years to become the biggest dealer in the country. In a place with strict drug laws, you wonder how something like this is possible.

It’s all about balance. Smoke and mirrors. Which would you rather have ?


A drug trade where you are constantly playing cat and mouse, or one where you know the biggest mouse works for you ?

Benson regularly fed the authorities information, giving them the heads up they need. No one can hope to set up shop in the country without first going through Benson. The theory is simple. With a vast network of runners and no lack of addicts, Benson made sure there are arrests every week.



Along with the arrest comes the information. You take out those who matter while trying to keep the numbers in checkl.

He has numbers that would be near impossible for agencies to gather. Which district in the country drugs moved the fastest ?

Which schools and institutions has growing number of addicts ?

Who are the wannabe dealers coming up ?



Every couple of week there would be a bust. Every couple of days someone would be caught bringing shit in via the land checkpoints. These are on top of the cases the authorities work on.

Not only did Benson feed information, the inventory and distribution of the drugs he brought in are carefully controlled.  He was required to give a detail account of shipment and inventory to a middle man.


The middle man in return, would report back to the powers to be. Thus, an unlikely alliance of sort is formed. There’s no way to keep in check every single joker who wants to bring shit in and try to start a business, but if you can keep a lid on the 90%, you will still do a deal with a devil as long as you can keep your distance.

Profits are carefully documented and used to fund shadow companies such as ours.
Not much details are given in this portion.



With multiple legitimate companies on top of his discreet business, Benson is more than comfortable when it comes to money. We know that Benson is making more than what he declares on paper when it comes to the drug trade but the authorities chose to close an eye because Benson play by the rules.


He’s obedient, initially that is.

However the paper pushers that worked the deal with Benson failed to see they are feeding a monster. One with it’s body submerged beneath water.


They failed to see how big it has grown and how dangerous he has become.

They finally woke up when Benson’s cooperation seemed a bit lacklustre of late before he stopped.

Now the people that made the deal are shitting in their pants because they are worried what will happen if Benson decides to blow this whole thing wide open.

He surely would have documented correspondence and collected evidence over the years.

This situation eventually worked it’s way up the hierarchy and gets passed to Owen to take care of.



Benson’s wife has knowledge of his dealings but chooses to not partake in them. On the surface they are the model power couple but cracks in their relationships start to appear after Benson started to get richer.


Yvonne had her own flings as well. Benson chose to close an eye to them even though he is aware of it. It seemed it’s fine with him as long as Yvonne keeps her indiscretion private and not bring it home, afterall, he himself is fucking around.

However, he did not expect Yvonne to throw a fit when he was careless with a upcoming starlet and got caught redhanded.


Things went downhill from then on between them.

Opening Yiling’s folder, I read through her personal information.

She was born 2 minutes after Yvonne.



They are identical twins, not exactly a carbon copy but you can tell they are sisters. There are slight differences in their facial features but they are equally hot and pretty.

Yiling was recruited when she was in school by Owen. It was pure coincidence that her sister ended up with Benson.


Yiling went through a condensed version of the training I went through lasting only 5 months. She’s not meant to do the heavy hitting work all the time.
She is currently working in a logistics company as arranged by Owen. No details on what she does is provided. I looked at the other document Owen provided, it contained details about Yiling that I’m supposed to know base on the cover.


I did a final run through and made sure I remember it all.

Looking at the time, I got up and head to the shower.

I was to meet up with Yiling before heading over to her sister’s place later that evening for dinner.

The initial meetup is critical for us to get to know each other a little.



11.30am

I arrived at Bukit Timah plaza dressed a polo shirt with the bottom tucked into my pants.
Carrying a laptop bag and a pair of purely decorative glasses, I looked every part the prim and proper boyfriend without looking like a geek.



I stood near the entrance and waited for Yiling to arrive. Billy by now would be in position 3 units down from Benson’s place. Owen has rented an empty unit for the past 3 months to facilitate the 1st attempt preparation.


Owen wanted a copy of the files and information Benson had before the authorities get their hands on them. There are multiple cameras on the grounds as well.
We will need Billy’s help to sterilise the video tapes on site as well. Should the situation allow us to evacuate Yvonne and her son, Billy has a van ready with a trolley at the back.

We were due to meet at 12pm and I pretended to play with my phone while walking around as I checked out the shops in the old shopping mall.

I caught sight of Yiling looking down at me from the 3rd floor as I pretended to check out the directory. I carried on the act of wandering around as I kept checking my phone and peering towards the entrance.

It seems she is not willing to show herself until the appointed time.


12pm

I saw from the reflection of a mirror from the salon I was passing by that Yiling is approaching me from behind.

I felt the tap on my shoulder and I turned around.

Yiling : Hi…. Are you Jeff ?

Yiling brushed her fringe behind her ears together with a good bunch of her shoulder length hair. I could smell the fragrance of her body lotion as she extended her hand.



Jeff : Hi… hi…. Ermm… nice to meet you…. Nice to meet you…. Yiling…

She smiled and suggested we grab a drink at a café.

Jeff : Sure… sure…

Yiling : So…. you’re an … officer… ? from the narcotics bureau ??..


Jeff : Yeah…yeah… I am… I’m a data analyst….. I’ve been following this case since the beginning….

I could see YIling checking me out as I carried on talking. Owen had reassured her that the partner he is sending her is just a simple paper pusher who has not done any field work at all.


As much as possible, she is to take the lead behind the scenes and assist me to get the information I supposedly required. However, her priority is still to get Benson.

I thanked her for agreeing to serve as an intermediary to introduce me to the family.

Jeff : Thank you for agreeing to do this….

Yiling : It’s ok…. I’m just concerned about my sister….


She immediately asked if I had done something like this before.

Jeff : oh  no .. no… this is my first time… so…. I’m a little nervous actually… haha..haha…

Yiling : You’re kidding right…


Jeff : No I’m not… but don’t worry… we’re just purely gathering information…just relax…. I will do all the work…i’ll keep an eye out for your safety as well.

Yiling : right…..hmmm… thank you…


We ordered our drink at the café and I could see Yiling have a lot of reservations about doing this with me. She asked me if I could remember the story of how we met.

Jeff : Yes… yes…. We met while we were in school….. when we were in the final year… we did the project together… and we got closer because of that… after graduation… we worked in the same company and we got together after 3 months…. Our anniversary date is….


I rattled off the information and I could see Yiling taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly.

Yiling : Jeff… jeff.. ok… stop…

Jeff : why ?


Yiling : I .. ermm.. I think you are a little bit nervous…

Jeff : Yes…. Yes I am…. i… I’ve never played the boyfriend role before…and…sorry… I’m having my verbal diarrhoea already… hahah….

Yiling : It’s ok….just act normally as friends will do..


Yiling looked out of the café for a brief moment before asking me what is my task for getting access to the family.

Jeff : i.. ermmm..

YIling : It’s ok… we’re in this together… you can tell me… I want to get my sister out and away from my brother in law ….

Jeff : I’m suppose to access the computer terminals….and collect all the relevant information I can get… photos too if possible…. That’s all I can tell you… the rest you won’t know one… I cannot say also… it’s errr…. Classified…haha…

Yiling nodded as she thought about what I just told her.



YIling : Well… I can say for sure our access in the house will be closely monitored… I don’t think we can get to explore as if we own the place… but still… I’ll do my best to help you… I know my way around….

Jeff : yes… yes… thank you… don’t worry… once we get all the information we need, we can definitely put your brother in law away for a long time….



I took a sip of the hot coffee that was just served to us and I burned my lips on purpose and almost spilled the hot coffee on the table.

Jeff : ouch.. ouch… sorry… sorry… haha…

I looked at Yiling who was trying hard to give me a forced smile. She must be screaming ‘idiot’ in her head by then.


We finished up our drink and got up from the café.

As we stepped out, Yiling adjusted the strap on her purse and her soft hands took mine.

I felt her fingers interlink with mine and I bit my lips, avoiding her eyes as I tried to act naturally.


Yiling : Jeff..

Jeff : err… yes ?

Yiling : Look at me…


I turned to look at YIling. Her eyes is naturally big and round. She has a bit of baby fats on her cheeks and she looks cute despite her age. I would date her for sure given a different set of circumstances, then again, I have a no dating colleague rule that I intend to abide.


Especially knowing what my fellow colleagues are capable of.

Yiling is 32, a few years older than me but you could never tell from her looks.


The white blouse she was wearing is a little translucent and I could see clearly the white spaghetti top beneath. Her light pink bra straps are visible.

Her breast is not big, a nice and round B would be my best estimate. They push tight against her bra, and I could see a hint of a lacy print on the think material of her spag top.


The hip hugging jeans left nothing much to imagination as to how perky her bottom and how shapely her legs are. A pair of grey heels completed her look.

Yiling, like her sister can be described as a fine specimen of the female species at this age range.



Yiling : We’re a couple right…

Jeff : yes.. yes… right…

Yiling : just be natural…

Jeff : I know… I’m trying….

Yiling : hahah… why ?... is it that hard ? …. I’m not pretty enough ??


Jeff : no.. no… you’re… you’re pretty… that…that’s why it’s so difficult… you’re too pretty…

YIling laughed as she let go of my hand and linked arms with me.


Yiling : Thank you… no one has told me I’m pretty in a long time…



Jeff : Impossible… you’re.. you’re so hot… haha.. ahha … do you… do you have a boyfriend ? …

Yiling : yes…. You…

Jeff : oh… oh… hahaha… that’s nice.. haha..

A playful slap arrived on my arm as we went back into the shopping mall.



Yiling: come to think of it… it’s good that you are nervous….

Jeff : Why do you say that ?

Yiling : You’ve read the files about Benson right… what he do… the people he mixes with…

Jeff : Yeah of course…

Yiling : It’s natural to be nervous…. If you are too calm… he might suspect something instead…

Jeff : Really ? … haha… ok… ok… that’s good… that’s good…



I spend the next 2 hours with Yiling to go through our ice breaking session. I could detect her total lack of confidence in me to do my job, that meant that my disguise is holding up well.

Yiling’s body is sculpted, her legs and arms are tone. Her movements are graceful and she has a sweet smile permanently etched on her face. Her eyes though, betrayed her thoughts easily. She has a lot in her mind.


She’s tense and edgy. She reacts to every loud noise from the slam of a door to the scream of a toddler. Her eyes never stopped darting around.

She’s checking out everyone that comes near us a little too obviously.

I grabbed a bottle of wine from a shop before we hopped onto the cab to head over to Benson’s place.



Located in the heart of Bukit Timah, Benson’s place is a large bungalow with it’s own driveway leading up to the house itself.
The cab is not allowed to enter the driveway and we alighted at the main gate.

There is a guardhouse of sort by the entrance and a heavily tattoed man with the 1st 2 buttons of his shirt unbuttoned came out with a cigarette on his lips.


He took a look at YIling and gestured to me.

Yiling : He’s my boyfriend…. I already told sis I’m coming here for dinner… open the fucking door…


She is indeed as short tempered as the file says she is. Yiling made no attempt to hide her disgust for walking into that place.
The man smirked and took his time releasing the magnetic catch of a side gate for us.

We stepped into the compound of the house and I could see the nicely manicured lawn and landscaping. Hidden amongst the shrubs and bushes were black poles between 1.2M – 1.7m in height. Cameras were mounted on them. I could see they covered multiple angles, overlapping each other’s field of view.



Attempts were made to blend them in together with the landscaping.

A large water feature greeted up as we walked up the gentle slope towards the house. The gentle fall of water onto a shallow pebbled floor gave the entrance a peaceful feel.

Jeff: You ok… you’re wearing heels…


Yiling looked surprised as she turned to look at me.

Yiling : Oh… you noticed…. Hahah

Jeff : Of… of course…

Yiling : Are you checking me out ??


Jeff : no… no la… .no la… I’m just saying… looks painful…

Yiling : haha.. I’m fine…

As we got closer to the main door, I could see 2 other men loitering the entrance. My eyes immediately saw the scanner on one of the guy’s hand. Beyond that at the entrance foyer, I saw a smaller scale version of those security scanner you see at airport and checkpoints.

Well, the first attempt must have spooked him.


I kept up my pace towards the entrance and I could see the men lazing around. One of them asked the other for a light while the other just threw him his lighter.

Yiling’s pace changed and I could feel a difference in her speed.

She slowed down further when she saw the metal detector at the entrance.

Jeff : you ok ? ….. painful to walk in your heels ?


Yiling replied a little too quick as she bent down on the pretext of removing her left heel.

Yiling : Yes…yes…ouch… I can feel a blister coming….

Jeff : I got plaster in my bag…


I reached for the small compartment of my bag while Yiling bent down to massage her foot.

While rummaging through my bag, I saw Yiling discreetly reached into her purse and pull out a small dagger.
What the hell is she thinking ?

I heard the men at the entrance shout at us , wondering what we are up to and I turned.


Jeff : coming… coming… leg pain…. She wearing heels !...

I announced to the whole world as I bent down and offered Yiling a plaster.

She was no longer holding the dagger and I presumed she has thrown it into the bush beside us.

Yiling : Thank you… I think I’ll remove my heels…

Jeff : Oh…


Yiling adjusted her bag, linked arms with me on my right as she held onto the pair of heels on her right hand.

When we got to the entrance, the men waved for us to stop.



Yiling : need to go until this extent or not… you think checking into airport is it ??

The men ignored her jibe and did a cursory scan of her body. I followed every movement Yiling made and she’s pretty smooth. She raised her hands, holding onto her pair of heels above her head as the scanner ran along the side of her body.

She deliberately kept her heels out of the scanner’s way as she turned her body, changing hands to hold the pair of footwear.

When she could not avoid a direct scan of her heels, she dropped one when the hand held scanner got close, allowing the scan to go through the other side.



They gave her the all clear and motioned for her to enter the house.

Yiling picked up her heels and walked in, turned around and waited for me.

I put down my bag and cleared the manual scan on the 1st go.



The men gestured for me to put my bag on the scanning belt and I did as I was told. They took all our mobile phones as well.

Yiling placed her purse on the belt after me.

The moment my bag went through the scanner, it set off the alarm.



The guy resting on the chair who was staring at the screen in a disinterested manner suddenly stood up immediately and shouted for his friends.

The men came running in and started shouting at me while Yiling waited at the side of the portal. From the corner of my eye, I saw her push her heels pass the corner of the portal using her feet while all attention were on me.


Jeff : what… what…. What happened ? I didn’t do anything…

A chap with hair dyed blonde grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me towards the screen.

I saw the outline of a swiss army knife in my bag and I almost wanted to curse at Yiling.
She had thrown away the dagger but while I was not looking, she put that into my bag.


Blonde hair chap : what is this… what is this !!!



Jeff : I don’t know… I don’t know !!! I really don’t know… !!


Blonde hair chap : what the fuck you mean you don’t know…. Take it out… take it out !!!

His friend emptied my bag and together with my laptop, out falls a small swiss army knife.

Blonde hair chap : what is this… why do you need this for !!!

I looked around at the menacing faces and I tried to find the right words.


Jeff : I…. I don’t remember seeing that… i… I don’t know… maybe my colleague accidentally … accidentally….

SMACK!



I felt a spark of fire ignite in my belly as I got smacked in my face by the blondie. People are going to get hurt for this project. Perhaps more so than intended.

Jeff : owww…ouch… !! stop.. stop….

I held onto my cheek and Yiling finally came over to my rescue.

Yiling : What the fuck is your problem… it’s just a fucking swiss army knife… people use it for keychain all the time…. what’s the big issue…



YIling grabbed the knife from the belt and threw it at them.

Yiling  : You want you take it la…. Don’t fucking waste our time !.... I’m here to see my sister !

Without giving the men a chance to react from this, Yiling held onto my hand and drag me barefoot across the portal.

The moment we were through, she slipped on her heels.



As her heels clicked across the marble floor of the house towards the grand staircase, I looked up and I could see someone looking down at us.

Dressed in a blue bathrobe adorned with Chinese dragons in gold thread, Benson looked like he walked out of a movie set that depicts Asian triads in the western countries. His eyes never left his sister in law.

He had a bottle of vodka in his right hand and I saw him take a large swig as Yiling held my hand and led me up the staircase.



Benson stood in the middle on Yiling’s path without a word.

I could smell the stench of alcohol from his breath as he looked at us.

Benson : what do we have here !!! hahaha… hi Yiling…. My favourite sister in law….and….. who is this…. Gentlemen beside you…. ??

Yiling : he’s my boyfriend…. I’m here to see my sister……


Benson : hahaha…. Bringing a boyfriend along now… hahah… are you afraid to be alone with me ? hahah…

Benson turned to look at me with his bloodshot eyes. His eyes traces the lines of my face to the bottom of my feet as he sized me up. He’s the same height as me but a lot fatter. He looked like he could lose a good 10kg.

He looked older than the photos I was shown too.



Benson : come….. my wife is breast feeding my son I think… come… come… I bring you to her…

We removed our shoes before stepping into Yvonne’s room.

Benson came over to me. He put his arms around my shoulder and squeeze the muscles beside my neck. I reacted the way he wanted me to. He’s insecure, unsure, and he has to flex his muscles just to reaffirm that he is in control.



Jeff : erhhh.. AHHHH!!

I bent down low as Benson gave my neck a good shake, laughing gleefully at my discomfort.

Benson  : what’s your name brother ?? … what’s your name ??

Jeff : Jeff…. My name is Jeff…



Benson : Jeff… tell me …hahahah… have you seen a woman breast feed before ? hahaha.. haha….

Yiling grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Benson .

Yiling : leave him alone…



Yvonne’s room looked like an apartment on it’s own. We crossed the living area and head towards a room at the back.
It was quiet.

We stepped in and I could see Yvonne trying to put her child down to sleep. She looked tired. There were dark circles around her eyes and she gestured and beg us to stay back.

Benson chuckled.



Benson  : She’s paranoid about making noise… when the baby is trying to sleep.

I could see Yvonne on the verge of tears as Benson approached her.
Yvonne patted her son who was stirring and she threw a towel at Benson. I could see her gesturing in a irritated manner for him to get out and leave her alone.

The baby stirred and made some noise, Yvonne almost broke down as she patted the child, praying that he would finally take a nap.



Benson grinned and revealed how much of a bastard he is when he hugged onto Yvonne from behind.

She tried to worm her way out but he hugged onto her tightly form behind, pressing his nose onto her hair.


Benson looked at us.


He looked at Yiling.

His hands reached for the right breast of her wife.

I don’t know what the fuck he is trying to do.



Yvonne shook her head and tried to fight him but it was no use.

I felt the rush of blood to my cock when I saw Benson squeezed his wife’s breast.

My cock got hard like water rushing into a fire fighter’s hose when the valve is turned. My boxers got stretched as I watch Benson’s eyes undressing his sister in law’s body as a wet patch started to form on the outside of Yvonne’s silk night gown.



Benson squeeze harder and the patch grew.

He kept squeezing, and I could see Yvonne’s milk staining her nightgown as she cried silently while patting her child.

Without warning, Benson stopped squeezing and pulled his wife’s top against her lactating breast and the moisture immediately painted a picture of Yvonne’s engorged love pillow in front of me.



I’m seen some sick shit in my career but this one is beginning to top the cake.

I could see Yiling about to scream at Benson but she was afraid of scaring the child.

Benson pulled his wife’s hands away from the baby and using his body, nudged a sobbing and crying Yvonne away from the crib.

Benson : hahhaa….



I watched on in horror as he placed his large hand on the baby. He stroked the boy a couple of times. The way he looked at the boy, there was not a single ounce of affection.
He stroked the baby as if he was obliged to.

There was no longer a smile on his face as he looked up and spoke so soft that I had to strain my ears to hear what he says.

Benson : let’s have some ….. family bonding fun…. Before dinner…. Shall we ?


………………………………….



Yvonne tried to push Benson away but a simple shrug was all he need to give to send her falling back onto the couch by the side. I saw an aggressive streak flash across Benson’s face for a brief moment before it disappeared.

He’s clearly intoxicated.



Looking at the sobbing mess on the couch by the crib, it’s hard to believe she is the same Yvonne I saw on the files.
This was a totally different Yvonne from the one I saw on the photos.

The makeup, the fake eyelashes, they are all gone.



What I see in front of me was just an image of a frightened mother, lost, helpless and perhaps in the midst of sinking into depression. She looked tired, probably going through sleepless nights trying to take care of the newborn.

I looked around the room. There were no signs that she had any help from helpers or confinement nannies. This is weird, considering the fact that I saw a couple of helpers hanging about at the open kitchen on level 1.



Yiling went forward immediately and she whispered harshly at Benson.

Yiling : What the fuck is wrong with you….!!! What is wrong with you!!

Benson cast a side way glance at Yiling before looking at the sleeping child.



Benson : Look… take a look… look like me or not ?

Yiling did not answer his question and Benson repeated himself, a little aggressive this time.

Benson : Look like me or not…. You tell me… look like me or not … !!! LOOK LIKE OR NOT !!!

Yiling glared at Benson and I could see her fist clenched.


Yvonne was sobbing by the side and she was tugging the bathrobe Benson was wearing, asking him to stop.

Yvonne : You’re drunk… you’re drunk…. Go away… just leave us alone !...you’re going to scare Bobby!...


Benson  : I’m drunk ? …. You’re saying I’m drunk ?? I’m asking your sister a question here…she’s not answering me…

He turned to me next and he gestured to me with his hand stretch and his fingers pointing down. A few lifeless sweep of his fingers followed and I looked at Yiling as I went closer.
Benson’s other hand was still resting on the child.



Benson : Jeff…. Tell me…. Look like me or not…

Jeff : ermmm… i… I’m not good with faces….. I… can I don’t answer this… err…

Benson : Answer me …. Does he look like me…. ?

Jeff : well… I … I think he has your … your… cheeks ?



Benson laughed, obviously more entertained than my answer than convinced.

Benson : bullshit… i… I think…. I think this child… is not mine……

Yvonne stood up, enraged by the statement her husband made.

Yvonne : What are you saying !!!

Benson whispered harshly back at Yvonne.

Benson : You know jolly well what I’m saying !!!... you’re fucking around…


Yvonne swung her hands at Benson, slapping him across the cheek and setting off a chain reaction of disaster in the room.

Yvonne : You are also fucking around !!!  I…

Before Yvonne could go on, Benson slapped her so hard she spun around and fell back onto the couch.

The commotion caused Bobby to wake up. Yiling rushed forward and she shoved Benson away from the crib and her sister.



Yiling : Fuck you Benson ! …arghhh!!! Get away from my sister !!!

Benson laughed as he staggered backwards. His hand massaged his chest as he looked at Yiling.

I kept up a look of panic and I tried to calm everyone down while discreetly taking a step closer to the crib.


Jeff: calm down.. everyone just calm down !!

Everyone ignored me and I took another step in the right direction.


I want to be able to reach for the child and pull him out of harms way should the situation get worse.

Benson walked towards Yvonne and Yiling stood in front of him, blocking his way.

YIling : back off … don’t you fucking touch my sister…


Benson : oh… oh…. Then… then I touch you instead then… hahah.. haha…

Benson held onto Yiling’s shoulder before pulling her towards his body, laughing like a drunk king playing with his harem. He hugged onto Yiling and tried to kiss her.


Yiling snapped and without warning, she delivered a knee towards Beson’s groin. That hit was so hard that I too felt a strange sensation in my cock. It’s like someone shaking my dick after I pee. That has to hurt.

My jaws dropped an inch as I position myself right beside the crib with the baby screaming his lungs out.



Jeff : Oh my god…

Benson : WARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! aWHGGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As if the knee to his jewels were not enough, Yiling felt compelled to punch Benson in his left eye before delivering a back handed slap to his right cheek. To finish it off, she shove Benson back with her right foot connecting with Benson’s backside.


The baby screamed for it’s guardians having woke from a fright from the commotion.

Benson’s shouts attracted the attention of his men into the room. They all ran in one after another to their boss.



Benson clutched onto his cock and he wailed like a dying animal being torn apart by wolves

Benson : erhghhh… arghhhhhhhh!!! FUCK!!! FUCK YOU!!!! FUCK YOU BITCH!!! aRGHHH!!!!! ARHGH!!!!

Benson swung around wildly as he crashed onto furniture and fitting. Yvonne immediately cradled her son in her hands, trying to hush him back to sleep.


I looked at the 4 men that had entered the room and I sighed in my head. Yiling is too hot headed.

Yiling grabbed her sister’s hand and tried to get her to leave the room with her.

Benson : grab her… GRAB HER!!!!



Yiling tried to kick the 1st man that came to her but he ducked and grabbed onto her hair.

Yiling: Yanking her towards him, he put her in a armlock as her legs trashed wildly at the rest of the man around her.

Jeff:  Hey… hey …let go !! let her go….



I went avoided the hands and wild kicks of the men and ran straight towards Yiling.

I shoved another guy away with my shoulder and tried to prise the arm away from Yiling neck like a amateur.

Someone just lifted up a wooden chair and was heading towards us.



Jeff : let go… let go of her you fuck !!!

I timed for the arrival of the chair and dug my right thumb into soft fleshly arm of the man holding Yiling.

He grunted in pain and with everything happening at the same time, I pretended to fall backwards, tugging him into the path of the falling chair.



CRASH!!!

The impact on the man’s head and shoulder released Yiling from his grasp, causing her to fall onto me.

Jeff : ahhh.. aiyah… aiyah….



Seeing that he missed his 1st shot, the guy wielding the timber chair lifted it up again, sending it hurling towards Yiling and me.

I orientated my body and shielded the hit with my back.

Jeff : AHHH!!!aRHH!! fuck…



Yiling : are you ok…. ??  

The man that was holding Yiling initially looked like he was going to explode as he charged towards us.

Yiling grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her.

Yiling : Stay back….


Jeff : huh  ?


She dove forward and drove a knee towards the man’s chest but she was not fast enough. That man’s weight got to be at least twice of hers and she missed the spot she wanted to hit.

He grabbed onto YIling and head butted her in her face.
Another came over and within seconds it was over. They each grabbed onto YIling’s arms as she trashed about, cursing and swearing at the men.



I shook my head and was about to make another attempt to rescue her when I saw something that made me freeze.

Benson is up on his feet with the help of his man. Yvonne was crying on the floor alone.

Benson was holding onto the crying child with one hand.



The screams from that tiny human almost perforated my eardrums.

Benson : I will fucking drop him….. go ahead and try me…. I will drop him onto the floor…

Yvonne : no..NO!!!.. please… no.. no..!!!


Benson : Ah Huan….. tie her up… !

Benson gestured to Yiling and I objected immediately.

Jeff : Stop this…!!! Now !!! this is too much !!




The blondie guy that smacked me earlier shove me 2 steps to me right before delivering a kick towards my stomach. I took it after I tensed up my abdomen before collapsing onto the floor, pretending to roll in pain.

Jeff : arhh.. blergghh!!! Bleefhhjj!!.. bleeeahhhh !!!


The retching and near vomiting fit set off a series of laughs from the men as Benson chided Yiling for choosing someone like me as a boyfriend. Samuel kicked me against on the side of my ribcage.


Benson  : enough Samuel…….don’t kill him ah…. Hard to clean up….. my god Yiling….hahah… and I thought you would have chosen someone more…. Capable…. Like me….hahaha..hahah…

Yiling : fuck you !!



Benson : yeah ?? really ? hahaha.. haha…

Benson asked the guy who threw the chair earlier to help Ah Huan tie Yiling up.

Benson : Ah Leong… tie her to the chair… quick…. Hahah… fucking bitch….want to play with me right…. Want to play with me ??



Jeff : what are you doing ?!! .. stop !!!

Benson : hahah… Jeff…. My dear Jeff… aiyoh…. Relax…. I’m just going to welcome you into the family… that’s all… hahaha…hahah… come… come….


Benson still held onto his screaming child. The cries were starting to get weaker. That poor baby is exhausting itself out with it’s cries.


He handed the baby to Samuel and said something to him.


He then left the room with the child and the rest of the men leaving only Ah Huan and Ah Leong behind.

Yvonne : my baby… where are you bringing him !!!



Benson : don’t worry….hahaha…. he won’t die la… haha.. haha….

He grabbed Yvonne by her hair and dragged her over to a chair.

I clutched onto my stomach as I took in what is going on. This is fuck up.
Yiling was struggling in vain against the cable ties while being held down by Ah Huan.

Yvonne is pretty much useless, all she did was cry.



Benson  :Jeff… look…. See… you say….. you say you are bad with faces…. Hahaha… so I’ll give you a simple one….hahaha.. hahaa..

He gestured to the 2 sisters sitting opposite each other.


Benson : Look like or not… hahaha..hahah… look like each other or not… hahaha..haha…

Jeff:  yes… yes.. they are twins… of course they look like each other.. !

Benson  : good !! hahaha.. this is exactly the answer I want.. hahah…


Benson walked to a dresser table and he pulled open the drawer. I watch him remove 2 pairs of scissors and he went over to Yvonne.

Jeff : WHAT are you doing !!!



I watched in horror as he started to snip.

Benson laughed as he started to cut the nightgown his wife is wearing.


Yvonne hardly resisted. She just sat there are her husband made messy cuts of her silk gown, exposing her breast that are full of milk. Benson removed the clothes from his wife with a combination of cutting and ripping the fabric apart.

Benson : hhaha.. hahha… look…look… haha…. Hot right…. So hot….haha.. hahah..



I stared dumbfounded at Yvonne’s naked body which she was trying hard to cover.


Then Benson threw the other pair of scissors to me.


Benson : let’s see if the sister’s body look the same too shall we ? hahha.. haha

I looked at that pair of scissors in front of me before looking at Yiling.

She screamed and cursed, trying to get out of the chair but was held firmly in place.


I went forward and grab the pair of scissors, pointing it at the men in front of me.



Jeff : stop this !!! sTOP!! This… .i warn you… I’m warning you… !!

The men laughed as I orientated the scissors at the men as I asked them to release Yiling. I closed the number of paces between Yvonne and me as I moved discreetly.

If I could get Benson, I could make the men release Yiling from the chair.



Then Benson did something so sick that it put the thought of inflicting pain on him for pleasure all the more tempting for me.

He grabbed Yvonne’s right breast. He grabbed it.


Then he opened up his scissors and put the cutting blade right at her nipple.

Yvonne sobbed and her body shook.

Benson : eh…ehe.. eh… don’;t move… don’t move ah… hahaha… haha you don’t want to cut your nipples off right… hahaha..hahah…

Benson licked his lips and looked at me.

Then he laughed and squeezed his wife’s engorged breast.



Benson : look Jeff… look… whoooooo.. whoooo..

As he did, I saw the squirt of fresh breast milk from Yvonne’s breast.


Benson : hahaha..hahah… go… go and cut your girlfriend’s clothes off…. Or I’m going to cut her nipple off… hahaha.. hahahaa. !!!

Yiling’s curses at Benson is so vile that I was thankful the baby is not in the room even though he would not have understood what it meant.

Benson : I’m going to cut….. haha.. I’m really going to cut…!!! Hahaha


Benson squeeze his wife’s breast again , chuckling at my indecisiveness.


I walked to Yiling and looked at her.

She looked at her sobbing sister and she nodded at me.


I felt the rush of blood to my cock as put my hand on the blouse Yiling is wearing.

I did the first snip and I could see the grin on Ah Huan’s face.

Ah Huan : cut the strap…. Cut the straps !!


I cut off the strap of Yiling’s bra and spag top together. Ah Huan laughed as he yanked down her unsupported bra and cupped his hand on her breast.

Yiling : erhgh!!! FUCK!! Fuck you !!!


Ah Huan : wah… so firm and soft.. haha.. haha… lucky you boy… haha.. can squeeze this every night.. haha..haha..

Benson looked on in amusement and asked me to continue.



Benson : again… some more…. Some more !!! cut them !!!


Jeff : sorry… I’m so sorry .!!

I mumbled softly to YIling who pressed her eye shut as I worked.

By the time her blouse and bra is on the floor, Ah Huan and Ah Leong were laughing and teasing her nipples, squeezing and kneading her breast as if they were checking out fruits at a supermarket.

I could see YIling holding back her tears amidst the humiliation.



Benson : her jeans… her jeans as well !! haha.. haha…


Yvonne sobbed and apologised to her sister as I started snipping off the denim jeans Yiling was wearing.

It was not easy cutting the denim with the small pair of scissors but I managed to.


As I revealed more and more of Yiling’s creamy white legs, I could feel my heart pumping faster. It’s been a while since I fucked a woman and Yiling is my cup of tea.

Ah Huan : her panty…. Cut her panty !!!hahah.. hahaha…


I pulled off the torn pair of jeans and I hands shook as I touched the lacy black panty Yiling was wearing.

2 snips was all it took and I pulled the panty out from under Yiling’s bottom.

Benson : hahah..haha… give me… give to me… !!



Ah Leong threw the panty across to Benson who caught it easily with his free hand. Benson rubbed the torn panty with his fingers.

The look he had on his face.


If his men were not there in the room, I bet he would sniff the torn panty, licking the spot where his sister in law’s pussy were just moments ago.

Benson turned to me and he asked me the question again.

Benson : how Jeff ? … look…. Look carefully… haahaha.. .. their bodies…. Look like twins or not…. Haha…


I said nothing but I kept my eyes on him.

Benson : what? Stare at me ah…. Ohhh… I so scare…. Don’t scare me…haha…fuck you understand… haha… come… come.. change side.. haha…come here Jeff…

I went over reluctantly and he gestured for my pair of the scissors.



Benson : I’m a very fair person…. All my men that works for me knows I’m very fair…see…I’m seeing your girlfriend naked…. But I let you see my wife naked …. Fair or not ? …. Fair or not !!! answer me !!

Jeff : yes…


This is really turning out to be one of the strangest project I’ve ever done.

Benson held onto my right wrist.

Benson : come..come.. is ok… is ok…. Come… come.. touch… touch…


Jeff : No… no… don’t want… don’t want…

Benson : I want… I want you to touch… I insist… haha.. touch… TOUCH!!!

With a forceful yank, Benson pressed my palm onto Yvonne’s breast.


I almost exclaimed out loud as the feeling of Yvonne’s full breast. That has to be at least a full C full choked full of milk.

The weight, the firmness, and I could almost see speckles of white milk forming at the side of her areola as pressure is applied. I’ve squeeze the life out of someone before but I’ve never squeeze milk in my life.


Not even from a cow.

I was a little shocked as Benson pulled me behind Yvonne. His hands squeezed onto the muscles near my neck and I groaned, exaggerating the pain I was feeling.



He grabbed my left hand and put it on Yvonne’s left breast.

Benson : squeeze…..SQUEEZE!!!!


I could not resist the feeling. My head was screaming no.
In fact it was screaming for me to disarm Benson of the scissors and jab it into his eye.

I could not fight that temptation. The feeling of that pair of full tits in my hand. Her skin felt warm to the touch. Yvonne was crying, she was looking down, her chin tucked and bounced against her chest as she sob and there I was, with my fucking hands around her breast.



Benson  :SQUEEZE!!! SQUEEZE!!

I kneaded Yvonne’s breast and I could feel my cock turning into a hardened spear as jets of milk squirt out from her breast.

It did not come out straight. No .


Milk don’t travel in a straight line.

They went everywhere. Fucking all over the place.

Jeff : oh fuck….


Benson : hahaha.. hahah… yeah… nice ? ?harder… squeeze harder !!!! SQUEEZE!!!


Benson almost shouted into my ears as I applied pressure onto Yvonne’s breast again, sending a jet of fresh milk onto the floor in front of the girls.


Benson : again… again !!! my wife has too much milk !!!.... SQUEEZE!!!

Yvonne sobbed as she tried to get up but Benson held onto a tuff of her hair, yanking her head back.

Benson : do it.. squeeze… SQUEEZE!!!!

Jeff : aHHHHH!!!


I also almost hear a high pressured jet of milk go towards me as I blessed my face with warm milk.

Benson : nice… nice right….come.. come here…


I let go of Yvonne, honestly in shock with what I just did.

Owen did not include a class on breast milking for my training.

Benson dragged me and he motioned for me to kneel down in front of Yvonne.



Benson : here… do it here… trust me… I tried… it’s fucking amazing…. Do it here..

Jeff :No… no it’s enough… don’t do this anymore…

Benson tried to drag my hand but I resisted, shaking them free.

Benson : do it… do it again !!!!

Jeff :NO… no more…


Benson : no more !!?? huh ? no more ??

Benson grabbed onto his wife’s breast from behind and he squeezed them. \

Jeff : raRHHH.. arGHHH!!



He shot jets after jets of milk at my face.

Jeff : stop… stop !! please…


He laughed like he was high on drugs as I shielded my face from the jets of milk.

Benson grabbed my hair and pushed me towards Yvonne’s breast.

Benson : suck….suck her tits…huh… suck her fucking tits…!!


Jeff : erghhh.. no..no..  please no… suck them !!!

He pressed my face onto Yvonne’s breast and he grabbed a tit and pushed it to my mouth.

Fuck this shit, I could not resist it anymore.


I could either stand up, break his arm and then break his neck or I could fucking suck on Yvonne’s full tits and then do the same thing.

My mouth opened and I wanted to moan as I felt the strong current of milk entered my throat.

Yvonne : ernghhh… ernghhh!! .ernghh!!

Benson : hhahaha.. wHAHAHAHAH….nice or not… nice or not !!!

I gagged a little as Benson pushed my head against his wife’s breast and kept squeezing her tits.

Benson : suck…. I want to see you suck !!!! your cheeks tell me you are not sucking !!! hahaha !!!!

Jeff :slurppzzz !!!! slurppzz!!!!

Benson : yes… yes… now you are sucking … nice or not ??? nice or not !!!



I must have swallowed a few mouthfuls of Yvonne’s milk before I was yanked backwards onto the floor. Benson took more cable ties and proceeded to tie his wife’s hands behind the chair.

He strapped each of her ankle to the leg of the chair as well, spreading her pussy wide for all to see in the same manner as her sister.



He dragged me towards Yvonne’s breast again.

Jeff : no… no… stop…enough…

Before I realised it, I was once again sucking to Yvonne’s tits.

Oh god, the warmth and the sweetness of her breastmilk lubricated my dry throat.

Benson : suck … SUCK!!!!

He jabbed at my cheek to make sure I was sucking.



Benson : Don’t swallow…. Don’t swallow ok… haha.. hahah.. don’t swallow… !!!

I sucked and got a good mouthful of milk in my mouth and I was starting to gag, causing the precious asset to drip down my chin and neck.

Benson grabbed my hair and thrust me in front of Yvonne’s vagina.


Benson  : spray it… SPRAY IT at her cunt!!! You got see breast milk BUKKAKE before ?? yes or no ??

My cheeks were puffed up. I could see Yvonne’s pussy right in front of me when Benson punched my stomah.

Jeff :berlghhhh!!! Pusshshhh…


I blessed Yvonne’s privates with a dose of my saliva and her own breast milk that I extracted with my mouth.

Benson and his men laughed so hard that they were clutching the sides of their tummy.

A kick send me onto the floor,.


I coughed and turned onto my stomach as I caught my breath.


Fuck, I would do that again in a totally different set of circumstances. It’s like Jap porn on steroids.

I pretended to pant and catch my breath as Benson now turned his attention to Yiling.


I could see the fire in Yiling’s eyes by then. I knew given a chance, she would kill Benson. She would end him in a heartbeat.


Benson : Jeff…. See… I let you do all those to my wife… it’s not too much if I do it to your girlfriend right ??

Jeff :No… no !!! please… don’t !!

Benson : hahaha…haha…why … have to be fair right…. Right ??


Yiling screamed and trashed about but was held down by Ah Leong and Ah Huan. Benson stuck out his tongue, wriggling it like a worm about to be lowered into the water.

Benson : ler ler ler ler ler…. Ler.. ler… hahaha


He did a final visual check to make sure his sister in law was being held down before connecting his tongue with Yiling’s nipples.

Benseon : ler.. ler.. ler… slurpzz.. slurpzzz.. ler ler… hahaha..slurpssz….

Yiling : ernghhh !!! arGHH!!.. ernghh !!! fuck !!..fuck you !!!

Benson wiped his chin and got up.

Benson : yes… don’t worry.. you’ll get to fuck me… I’m going to fuck you….i’m going to fuck you till you beg me to stop….then I’m going to let my men fuck you….use you like a fuck toy…



Yiling screamed and wasted her strength struggling against the cable ties and the weight of the men holding her down.

Benson : hold her legs… hold them…..

Benson dragged his wife’s chair across the floor such that the knees of the 2 sisters were touching each other.

Their spread pussy a close mirror image of their identical bodies.

He dragged me across to Yiling and got one of his men to hold my head against the naked thigh of my fake girlfriend.

He wanted me to have a close up look of what he’s doing.



Jeff : Stop… please stop…. Stop this….

Yvonne : Benson !!! stop this !!! leave my sister alone… !

Benson : I’m going to let your sister make you wet…. Hahah..haha….

Benson squeezed Yvonne’s breast.



He kneaded and squeeze, directing streams of milk at Yiling’s vagina.

The men laughed as Benson tried to wet YIling’s love hole with her sister’s milk.

Benson : arnghhhh.. arnghhh !!!  pew… pew… pew… ahahaha.. pew pew…

Yvonne : ernnh… ernghhh.. erngh !!!! stop !!! stop !!ernghhh..

Jeff : arhhh.. arhg….


Most of the milk landed on the chair and bits of it wet the small tuff of neatly trimmed pubic hair Yiling has on her privates. I could see the milk coming in squirts, droplets as they build onto a small puddle on the chair. Quite a bit of it landed on my face and nose as well.

Benson wet his fingers on the puddle of milk.


Benson : look ar Jeff… look…. Look ah….

Yiling : eRGHH.. erGNH!!!!..e GHH!!!!!

YIling screamed and moaned as Benson’s wet fingers pushed it’s way into her spread pussy.

He pulled out and dabbed more milk from the chair and he pushed it back in again. When his fingers went into Yiling’s vagina, he finger fucked her several times as her body convulses on the chair, sending splashes of milk all over.

Benson : like this… like this !!! this is how you make your woman wet !!! like this !!

Squishes… Squishes… Squishes… Squishes… vorupp… vorupp …. Vorupp… Squishes…

Yiling : ernghhh !!.. ernghh!!! Aernghhh… arnghh!!!



The sound that is filling my ears cannot be described. Like a wet fart repeating itself over and over again, it echoed when Benson’s finger pushed into Yiling’s privates.

Benson grabbed his wife’s breast and started milking her again.


Sporadic jets of breast milk wet the entire region of Yiling’s privates. It was a fucking arousing sight from where I was.

I could see dew like drops of milk hanging off the tips of Yiling’s soft pubic hair.


The droplets got heavier and bigger. Benson’s face suddenly appeared and he fucked his face right into YIling’s vagina, slurping up the milk he had just applied on his sister in law’s privates.  

Benson : slrupzpzz.z… zhooooootttt!!! zHOOOOOOTTTTZZZZZZ!!!

Yiling : erngnhhh !!! eRNGHH!!!!! FUCK!!> ENGHH!!!!!


Benson  : hahahahaha… hahaha… are you wet now?? Are you wet now ?? hahaha..hahaha



Benson wiped his chin, licking his fingers as if he just had a fried chicken from a famous chain.

I pushed myself up from Yiling’s thigh and tried to push Benson away from her.


Jeff : arghhhh!!!

Benson laughed as he staggered backwards before Ah Huan shoved me onto the floor.

Benson then gestured to his wife.

Benson : come Jeff… I know you are angry… I let you do the same to my wife…. Come…come.. you do the same to her… suck her pussy…. Want or not… make my wife wet !!...ahah

Jeff : NO!!


Benson : come on la…. Man up a little…. Don’t get angry over petty stuff like this… women are meant to be shared… hahaha.. haha.

Suddenly the door to the room opened and I saw Samuel coming back in with the baby.

The baby is no longer crying.


Samuel : I fed him some cough syrup… should knock him out for a while…


Yvonne : ARHHH!!!1 ARHGHG!!!!!!! Let me go !!!


Yvonne struggled in her chair but that was all she could do as Samuel handed the baby to Benson.

Benson put the baby down on the crib and announced to the whole world that he is now going to fuck Yiling.


Benson : Ok… I’m going to go and enjoy fucking my sister in law now ok ?? ..hahah…so please…have fun…. I’m going to have mine… hahaha… Samuel…Peter… bring Yiling…..help me tie her up properly… hahaha…. Won’t want her to get loose halfway… hahah..haha..

Turning to Ah Leong and Ah Huan, Benson told them to make sure I fuck Yvonne.


Benson : have to be fair right ?? tio bo ?? hahah… make sure he fucks my wife….. ok… make sure he fucks her while he sees me fuck his girlfriend.. haha..haha… take a video of it… I want to see him fuck that bitch hahaha..haha…

Benson grabbed the baby monitor and asked his men to make sure I can see what’s happening.



Benson : must watch ok Jeff…. Watch me have fun with your girl…….after I’m done… my boys can have them the whole night….i don’t care anymore.. hahha..hahaha…. so I’m giving you first dips…..make sure you enjoy yourself.. hahaha…

Benson’s men grinned as he swaggered towards the exit.
The door closed.


Ah Huan and Ah Leong came over and grab me up.

Jeff : No… no.. what you doing… what you doing…

They brought me over to Yvonne who was still sobbing in her chair.


Ah Huan : letting you enjoy brother…hahaha..let you get free fuck you don’t want is it ?? hahaha… hurry up… after you’re done is our turn…

They dropped me like a sack of rice in front of a naked and shivering Yvonne.

My patience is running thin.



I slowly climbed up and looked at Ah Leong and Ah Huan visually enjoying Yvonne’s naked body. The wife of their employer. Their hands caressed her breast and squeezed her nipples, tasting her milk for themselves as they grinned.

Ah Leong : waiting for what… fuck her la… hahaha..hahaha…


Ah Huan showed me the display screen of what is happening in another room a few doors down.

Samuel and Peter are trying to tie a screaming and trashing Yiling onto the bedframe of Benson’s poster bed.

I looked at Yvonne who sat there helplessly like a rag doll.



Ah Huan : fuck her… quick… got naked girl sit there for you to play..hahaha.. waiting for what…

Ah Leong : why ? … paiseh ah… shy is it…hahaha… girlfriend sister only mah…. Somemore twins… hahaha… fuck and see if it feels the same… hahaha..hahha…

Ah Huan whispered something to Ah Leong and he nodded his head eagerly.


He went to open a few drawers before coming out with a large face towel in brown. Then he twisted it and began to blindfold Yvonne.

Yvonne : stop…stop !!..what are you doing ..!!

Ah Huan : haha.. hahah….

Ah Leong turned to me and put a finger to his lips.


Ah Leong : You shy ar… you shy then you just keep quiet.. hahha… haha.. don’t say anything.. we settle the fucking for you !!.. haha..hahha.. hahaha…. Or you want… we start off first.. then you join in the middle… we can all do together.. hahaha… she won’t know which is you…. Hahaha… don’t worry….

Yvonne : no please… please… stop…sobzz.z. sobzz… sobz… stop this now….

Jeff : enough… stop this…


Ah Huan : hahaha.. you don’t want to fuck you just keep quiet.. sit at the side… watch up play ok ?? hahah.. hahaha…  

Ah Huan gestured to Ah Leong, squeezing his index finger, asking his friend to take picture of Yvonne.

I decided that enough is enough.


I went over and shove Ah Huan with one hand, sending him staggering at least 5 steps back before he tripped on his own feet and fall flat onto his buttocks.

Ah Leong : what the fuck…..

Ah Leong threw a punch at me and I ducked it easily, I causally positioned my right leg behind his left and using my arm trip him off his balance. Right before his body touched the floor, my knees gave his centre mass a light push, sending him rolling like a log towards Ah Huan.



Before the 2 of them could recover from the shock, I dragged the chair Yvonne was in towards the crib and turned her back towards us. I grabbed a pair of noise cancelling headphones a side table and put it in Yvonne.

Yvonne : what’s going on ?? what are you doing ?? let me go !!!!

Ah Huan yanked a standing lamp off it’s socket while Ah Leong grabbed one of the pairs of scissors from the table.


Ah Leong : wah…. Somebody pretend pretend ah…. Haha… now want to act hero…haha..

Ah Huan : want to be hero is it ?? haha.. want to act hero ah… ahhaa… you think just us 2 here want to act hero is it ?? huh ? …. Just now see too many people you scare is it ?? hahaha….

He yanked off the lampshade and practised a few strokes, howling like he’s Sun Wu Kong.
Ah Leong laughed as his friend swung the lamp post about pretending to be monkey god.



Ah Leong turned towards me and he shook his head, as if I had bitten off more than I could chew. He dislodged the scissors into 2 halves, holding each side of the cutting blade in his hand.

Ah Leong : act punk is it ? …. Want to be hero ?? hahah…haha… you don’t know what is call pain young man…

Ah Huan : ow..ow… ow….hahaha… monkey god… ow.. ow…kung fu…hoi… hoi… hoi….oww…oww…. I…..know….. Kung….. fu !!... hoi.. hoi….



The men in front of me has got to be at least 10 years older than me yet the manner in which they are behaving left me wondering if they are just intellectually challenged, or they are just plain high from some shit they took.

Ah Leong : I’m going to teach you something …….. call respect… hahaha



A quick glance to the clock on the table told me it’s coming to 8pm.


The curtains to the room are drawn and the door is closed.


Yvonne is sobbing, blindfolded and turned away.


Bobby is sleeping soundly in his crib.


I checked the display screen from the baby monitor that Benson brought along with him.


All 3 men were just about done tying Yiling onto the bed.




Looking back at Ah Leong, I removed my fake glasses, gave him a slight smile and replied.



Jeff : Well…. Teach me…



………………………………………..



Ah Huan moved first, running towards me with the lamp post raised about his left shoulder.


He looked like he is going to swing it down on me in the same manner some kid cut down his family’s apple tree.

At moments like this I would get flashbacks of the lessons I took when I was thrown into the middle of nowhere by Owen.
I learnt more about my own body than I would ever have. If not for the fuck up training in the middle of the jungle, my knowledge of my own body would be restricted to that funny lesson I took in the middle of secondary school.


A lesson in which a man comes in and talks to all the boys about their manhood. An awkward education about our sexuality and our body.

If you randomly ask a man for the length of a part of his body, chances are many would tell you the length of his manhood.

I know mine too.

I also know the length of my arms and legs. I know the reach of my fist when my arms are straight. I know the distance of my knee to the centre of my own body when raised.
I know how far and high I can kick.


I know how hard I can punch, and how much pain it would cause me to inflict that punch.

If you have hit someone before with your bare knuckles, you will understand that the pain goes both ways. Eventually you work out a balance, how much pain you are prepared to feel, relative to the amount of pain you are going to inflict.

Aside from knowing how hard to hit, a lot also depends on your perception of distance.

The large marble tiles on the floor is 600mm x 600mm per piece.

Ah Huan’s left foot was 3 tiles away when he raised the lamp post so high above his shoulder. At 1800mm away, with the  length of the metal post and that of his extended arm, there is a high chance of him hitting me before I could hit him.

Even blocking the hit with my arms can be painful.


The best course of action here would be to run. A fight, is a trade, it’s like a business.

You want to feel the least pain, while inflicting the most on your opponent. This is the simplest way anyone can describe a hand to hand brawl.

I shit you not. If you don’t have 100% chance of striking your opponent in a situation like this, back off and wait for the right time.


I back off the instance the post came swinging down and crashing onto a chair on the side.
Before the post could be brought back up, I propelled myself forward like a spring that had it’s tension released all of a sudden.

My right knee shot up below Ah Huan’s arms and connected with his stomach.

The pain took a moment to register in his head as Ah Huan immediately dropped the metal pole he was holding. Releasing my knee from his body, my right foot stamped onto the back of his left kneecap, dropping his entire posture to my waiting hand.

I drove the bottom of my palm straight into his nose and I felt the sick crack of soft bones and cartilage as Ah Huan collapsed onto the floor.

It all happened within 3 seconds.

Ah Huan is not unconscious, he’s not dead, he’s not knocked out.


In fact he is slowly registering the pain that must be coursing through his body.

He clutched onto his nose as he gurgled with a mixture of blood and saliva.

His eyes are open but they blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what is happening.

Ah Leong was so shocked that it took him a second too long to react to me.


I went for him, raising my left knee up towards his chest. He backed off, crossed his arms instinctively in front of his body in an attempt to block my kick but I was not hitting with my left knee.

It was just a gauge of distance. I switched footing and my right foot was up in the air coming down at Ah Leong in the same manner his friend swung the metal lamppost at me.


I wanted to go for the head but my aiming is off.

My kick landed on Ah Leong’s left arm. The loud smack resulting from the impact sounded like an angry parent whipping the cane down on a pillow case.

Ah Leong staggered to his right with his arms flailing wildly in the air as he tried to regain his balance.

I did not give him a chance to and I went for him again.



He extended a hand with the outstretched blade, grunting as he tried to slice my face open.

I caught hold of his wrist, lowered my stance and went under arm, In the same instance I turned my back to face him and stood up with my right shoulder under his biceps. I yanked his hand down with such force that I felt a gentle snap which told me I just dislocated his elbow.

Ah Leong : aHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

His free hand swung at me with the other blade and I immediately ducked low.
He’s shouting and cursing. I could tell he wanted to come at me but his body would not listen to him.
The pain made Leong’s body move away from the person inflicting it but before he could, my right foot slammed onto the side of his left knee.



I don’t think that it was dislocated but it was enough to knock him off balance and send him to the floor.

Ah Leong : arhgh !!!
I kicked the blades from his hands and bunching my fingers into a fist, I sent it into the side of Ah Leong’s temple. His head bounced off my hands and a couple of times on the floor.

Ah Leong : erhhhhhhhh… erhhhhh…..! !!

Saliva was drooling from his mouth as Ah Leong mumbled with his eyes half opened. He was gurgling like a baby asking for milk. His eyes would not focus as he tried to look at me.

I reckon he won’t be up on his feet for a while.


I checked the display on the baby monitor.

Yiling has been secured onto the poster bed and Benson was standing by the side. He was laughing with his hands by the side of his waist. Samuel and Peter were at the edge of the video frame

There’s still time.

I went over to the baby and tried to shake Bobby awake.


I checked the pulse of the baby. It’s weak. The body is burning up, he’s running a fever.
I opened the drawers by the crib and saw a packet of those stick on patches for kids running a fever and I immediately applied one to the infant. Aside from that I don’t know what else I can do.

Yvonne sobbed on the chair, naked and shivering. She’s of no help to me in this situation.

I searched Leong’s shirt and pants for a phone.

Jeff : password… what’s the password…

Ah Leong : ergkjhkrje… ergyykkk!!

I could not make out what he was saying. His eyes ere rolling about and he’s obviously still disorientated.


I went over to Ah Huan and pulled his phone out from the pocket.

Jeff : Password…

Ah Huan held onto his broken nose and blood was still flowing freely down the side of his cheeks.

Ah Huan : ..ff…fffuu.. fuck you !!...


I turned around calmly and reached for the half of the scissors I disarmed from Leong.

Pressing it into soft spot behind Ah Huan’s ear where the earlobes are located, I applied pressure slowly, jabbing the blade into the soft spot.

Ah Huan : AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! AHGGHGHGHH!!! FUCK!!.FUCK!! AGHRHHH!H!!!

He kicked and tried to push my hands away but I held on, it’s a spot where it hurts even if you push it hard enough with your fingers. I wriggled and sent the blade cutting 2 cm in before Ah Huan told me the password for his phone.


Jeff : Thank you…

Walking away from earshot, I unlocked the phone and dialled the number Owen gave me.

It was picked up immediately by the operator on standby.



Operator : O’s insurance hotline… what can I do for you ?

Jeff : I have a problem with my policy….. I need to speak with my agent….

Operator : Policy number please.

Jeff : 442454

Operator : Please hold..

A dial tone came back up for 2 seconds before I heard Billy’s voice on the line.

Billy : We have a problem… Agent is not available… he just got on a plane…. Is it done ?

Jeff : No….why the fuck is he on a plane ?

Billy : It’s a last minute thing…. What’s the situation ?


I looked at the baby and told Billy I need immediate medical attention for a 2 month infant.

Jeff : I need extraction for mother and child… … medical help for the infant… it’s urgent…

There was a moment of hesitation from Billy’s end and I know why. It’s against protocol.
The clean up and support comes only after the project is completed.



It has always been this way.


Billy : but..

Jeff : do it…..just fucking do it…

Billy : Ok… ok… I’ll…. I’ll think of something…


I hung up and I took the spare cable ties and made sure Ah Leong and Ah Huan will no longer bother me.



I dragged them over to the bathroom and shut the door.
Leong wanted to curse at me but the pain reminded him of what could happen if he tried.

I checked the monitor again, Benson had removed his robe and is now prancing around the bed naked with his cock swinging about.


Yiling, naked and kicking with her limbs tied to all corners of the poster bed looked ripe for the picking.

All Benson needed to do was to get on the bed, mount her and start fertilising her eggs and fulfil his fantasy of bedding his sister in law.

I looked around the room and tried to think of my next course of action.


Sure, I can fucking march into the other room, maul Samuel and Peter into the ground before taking care of Benson but it would complicate matters. Owen went to great length to make sure Yiling do not who I am.

Base on what he said before, he seems prepared to sacrifice her if things go wrong.
Revealing myself to her might put her in harms way if Owen decides to housekeep and make sure nothing leads back to me.


Yiling is immobilised. There’s no way she can take care of Benson in that state.

I paced about the room, keeping an eye on the monitor and checking on the baby.

It seems to me that Bobby is turning more pale by the minute. This is not good.

Yvonne just peed herself and I could detect the pungent smell of urine as I watch her sob on the chair.

I saw some quick movements from the baby monitor.


Benson was gesturing at the door it seems and I saw Samuel and Peter rushing out of Benson’s room.

The 2 men exited and I saw Benson locking the door after them.



This is my chance.

I ran towards the exit and opened it. There was no time for hesitation.

I could hear the frantic crackle on Peter’s walkie talkie that someone is at the main gate.

“ He’s blocking the gate … he’s blocking the gate !!!...fuck… hey.. fuck !! aeggHH”

Peter was standing on the top of the steps when he saw me charging towards him


Peter : what the…

He had time to ball up a fist and raise his hand. I went in low, sliding on my knees at the last moment hugging onto his body as I orientated myself to his back, using the momentum I lifted Peter who did not even have time to shout off the floor and slamming him onto his back and shoulder on the floor.

Peter : erghhhh!!


I straddled him and smashed my palm onto his forehead, delivering a loud thud onto the marbled floor hitting the side of his ear with my kneecap. Hopping onto his left without breaking a beat, I kicked his limp body off the stairs.

I could hear Peter’s body fall as his head and joints hit the expensive finishes Benson had chose for his staircase.

By the time he landed on his back on a landing 6 steps down, he was disorientated, bleeding from his ears and I could see a large cut down he side of his cheek.



Peter : arghhhh.. arghhh.!! 

I was up on my feet, flying down the steps as Samuel turned back when he was standing at the front door. He had just opened the door to another colleague of his who was running towards him.

Samuel had a look of disbelief on his face as he tried to come to terms with what is happening.
He was still digesting what he was seeing, probably wondering why his friend is bleeding and lying in pain in the middle of the staircase landing.



I could hear the new guy running towards Samuel saying that someone had just blocked their front gate with his vehicle.

Despite all these, there was more than enough time for Samuel to react to me charging towards him.

Jeff : arGHHH!!


I tried to land a kick on Samuel but he ducked in time, almost tripping over the carpet by the door.
The 1st punch I threw at him was blocked by his forearms as he adopted a defensive position. The 2nd one came a lot harder as I slammed my hit towards his wrist, causing his own knuckles to hit his forehead.

Samuel : fuck !! argHH!!


He jumped forward, grabbing onto me. Being taller and bigger, his weight threw me off balance for a brief moment. His head came towards me in an attempt to smash my nose in but I shifted just in time to feel his forehead graze pass my right cheek.

With my arms pinned to the side of my body, I reached for Samuel’s midsection, sinking my thumb into the sections between his ribcage. He howled in pain as he threw me onto the floor.

Samuel’s friend was in shock as to what is going on and he grabbed a golf club from a cabinet before coming towards me.



I heard the roar of an engine as Samuel’s misplaced punch gave me a chance to deliver a uppercut to his chin, smashing his jaw upwards into his gums. Grabbing his face, I tripped Samuel before smashing him back first onto the marble floor with a loud thud.

I saw the van slice across the water feature, splashing water all over the place before stopping right at the entrance.

I barely ducked the angry golf club that found it’s target in that of an unfortunate vase that had outlived it’s decorative function.

The pieces smashed onto the floor as I kicked that man in his stomach before another angry swing of the club forced me to back off and run away.



It was then I noticed a rather flimsy sliding and folding door moving at the spot I assumed the kitchen and yard to be. It appears that someone is pushing and trying to kick the door open.

The door to the van opened and shut with a loud slam.

Billy appeared at the door looking flustered. His eyes scanned the room before catching me avoiding the smash of the club again like I was playing chicken and mice.

Billy : where ?? WHERE ??

Jeff : level 2… last room on the right…


I found an opportunity and grabbed onto the wrist of my attacker. I jumped up, lifting both my feet of the ground while keeping the wrist I was holding in between my groin, using the momentum of my swinging body, I forced the man to the ground as he dropped his golf club.

My feet pushed against his shoulder and armpit as leverage as I twisted his arm, dislocating it from his shoulder.


His screams was so loud that I was surprised Benson did not come out running by then.

I punched him across his face so hard I felt an old injury pop out the right ring finger.

Jeff : erghhhar…! Fuck.


Not wanting to waste time, I grunted and held back my cries as I popped the loose finger back in while catching up with Billy towards the room where Yvonne and her child is. Running pass the room where Benson is in, I tried the door handle, it was locked.

I could hear loud music coming from the inside. I decided to leave Benson alone for now and sort out Bobby and his mother first.

I went straight to the room and Billy immediately went for the child.



Billy : what the fuck man… he’s fucking burning…

Jeff : where are you bringing him ??

Billy : the doctor… she’ll know what to do…

Jeff : which doctor ??

Billy : The one you always go to !! …

Jeff : what ? who ? ….. hey !!



Billy dashed out of the room and I opened a few cabinet and found a towel. Throwing it over Yvonne, I cut the cable ties around her feet and lifted her off the chair.

She shouted and scream, kicking me on my stomach and chest as I fireman carried her out of the room and down the stairs.


Well, this project has certainly gone tits up.

Billy held onto the child and started the engine before trying to secure him onto a makeshift basket of sort lined with towels he somehow tied to the passenger seat.

I literally threw Yvonne into the back of the van and shut the door.

Jeff : Where is Owen !!



Billy : I don’t know…. He was with me up until before you guys arrived…. He got a call and next thing I know he told me he’s flying off to Japan.

Jeff : He better not be going on a holiday.

Billy : I’m going off… there’s 1 more guy by the guard house but he won’t be up so soon.

Jeff: what did you do ?


Billy : I stabbed him…with this…

Billy held up an illegal stun gun.

Jeff : Where the fuck did you get that ??

Billy : Don’t ask….. Owen refused to issue me a side arm….

Jeff : I don’t even get my own sidearm you fuck !


I heard a loud crash and turning back, I saw that the door to the kitchen had come down. Several aunties and helper emerged, freaked out as hell.



I shut the door and told Billy to go.

The wheels spinned on the ground before he took off down the driveway.

The ladies looked around the place and they seemed distressed.

Auntie : what happen ?? what happened ??? Benson go crazy again ?? he go crazy again ?? !!

I went up to them and told them to leave the house.



Jeff : Yes.. yes… he’s very drunk… and he snapped again… he’s inside his room…

Auntie : Baby… baby where ??

Jeff : on way to hospital… with mother…. They’re safe….

The auntie grabbed onto a charm around her neck and said a silent verse of prayer.

Auntie : Benson always very rough with baby…. Especially when drunk…

I heard Samuel holding onto his bleeding jaw and shouting as he tried to get back on his feet.

Jeff : Is there someplace you all can stay…. Until the police gets here ??


Auntie : yes… yes… outside….there….

She pointed to a standalone structure which functions as a storeroom tucked beside the landscape garden.

Jeff : GO…. Stay there…help will be here soon…



The auntie which I later found out to be the confinement nanny hired by Yvonne led the helpers and a cook towards the building.

Samuel was up on his feet as he looked at a bloodied tooth which still had bits of gum stuck to it on his own palm.

Samuel : arGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

He flailed punches wildly at me and I backed away. I caught onto a half hearted kick of his and sent his body onto the corner of a column.

He groaned in pain and tried to touch his back.

I went up to Benson’s room and tried the handle several times.



Several options crossed my mind, including one that involves kicking the door open by force and just ending it there and then.

I heard the crackle of walkie talkie and I saw Samuel pulling it out from his pocket.

Before I could get to him, he was shouting into it.

Samuel : Boss !!! …Benson !!!.... call the rest over !!!now !!

I jumped down the staircase 3 steps at a time, when I got down, I punched Samuel across his bruised cheek several times before grabbing the walkie talkie from his hand.


Holding it to my ear, I waited.



I waited for a response.

If Benson called the rest of his men who are away back, there’s no way I can handle so many of them.

My heart pounded as I searched the other guy for a walkie talkie. He didn’t have one.

I switched the volume to the loudest and waited.

Still nothing.


Heading back up the staircase, music was still blasting from the room. Recalling the baby monitor, I ran back and retrieve it.

I saw Benson straddled over Yiling. His fat flabby body pumping his cock into her vagina as she cried helplessly on the bed. His large body covered most of Yiling’s, his hands pressing down on his sister in law’s wrist as he rained hot breaths on her face with each pump.

It seems he did not hear Samuel’s warning.

I pounded on the door to his room.



He did not even acknowledge me. He just continued slamming his cock into Yiling. One of her leg was released from the ropes and Benson was hugging onto that leg of hers, licking her thigh while he fuck her.

It was a fucking arousing sight. Benson enjoyed Yiling’s smooth and tone leg with his tongue. His hand grabbed onto her calves while hugging the leg close to his mouth. Upon closer inspection of the video, he was not only licking YIling’s leg as he fuck her.

He was biting her as well, leaving large patches of red bit marks that are visible through the baby monitor.


I hammered the door again while keeping my eye on the large 8 inch screen.

I saw him turn his head towards the door but he turned back again shortly, plastering his body onto Yiling as he continued to plough his cock into the depths of her vagina.

I continued pounding on the door until Benson’s head turned again.



I could see him catching his breath, deliberating whether or not to answer the door. I kept pounding on the door while I have his attention. Suddenly Yiling jerked her bottom hard several times, struggling and kicking.

Her free leg landed squarely on the bottom of Benson’s Jaw, sending him flat on his back on the bed.


It infuriated him and Benson snapped.

His mouth was bleeding, probably bit his own tongue.

He lunged forward, his fingers closing around Yiling’s neck.

I hammered the door more urgently and I almost shouted for him but managed to hold it in.

This is not good.



I could hear him grunt and shout as he strangled YIling. As if that were not enough, he spread her legs and fucked his cock back into her pussy.

He shouted so loud I could hear him through the music.

Benson : BITCH !!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!! YOU LIKE THIS !!! YOU LIKE THIS !!!! fuck you !!! arghhhh!!!


I started kicking the door but it won’t budge.

Modern lock sets usually fare better then the ones the use in Hollywood.

Benson was jerking Yiling’s neck vigorously as his lower body moved, determined to use her body for his own gratification.


Suddenly he stopped.

He stared at YIling for a few seconds before his hands let go of her neck.

Jeff : Oh fuck…


I hammered the door, the intensity of my knocks did nothing to hide my desperation to get in.

Benson pulled his cock out form Yiling and I saw him grab his own hair.

Then he started running towards the door.

I heard the lockset snap and the door swing open.


My hit came so fast I’m not sure if Benson realised what was happening. I sent his head jerking hard to his right the moment I entered. I grabbed his hair and sent my knee to his mouth, compounding the injury he already had from YIling’s kick.

Benson collapsed like a sack of rice and I ran over to Yiling immediately.


I immediately checked her for a pulse and I heaved a sigh of relieve.

She’s unconscious but still breathing.

I adjusted her position, keeping her airway clear. Brushing the hair from her sweaty forehead, I took in the bruises she suffered in the hands of Benson.

It should not take her long to wake up from this.


I went over to Benson and dragged him across the room to the bathroom.

I wet the floor and made it soapy. I rubbed the bottom of Benson’s feet with water and soap as well.

He’s still conscious, but disorientated.

I positioned him in a manner which would suggest he slipped and hit his head on the floor.

I lifted his head and smashed it several times onto the tiled floor. Hard enough to give him a concussion but not break his skull open.



Yiling was starting to stir by then but her eyes were still closed.

I loosened the knots around her wrist. She should be able to get free from this easily.

I hurried and left the room, keeping my eyes on the monitor from the outside.

There, that should do the trick.

Yiling will wake up, struggle herself free, find Benson on the floor and finish the job.

I looked at the mess the house is in and the state I left the rest of Benson’s men.



I can’t say I called for backup, if I did they should have rescued her as well instead of letting her get raped. I’ll need a good reason.

My thoughts got lost when I saw Yiling came to.

It took her a few seconds to orientate herself before she struggled herself loose.

Jeff : yes… yes… yes…. Quick… quick…. Finish it and we can call it a day….



Yiling freed herself from the ropes and got up, there’s no doubt she saw Benson lying on the floor. She paused for a brief moment before heading towards him.

Yes. Yes.  This will be over in a minute.

Just when I thought this is over, Yiling walked towards the camera. I could see her staring right into it.


Jeff : No… no… no…. don’t…

She switched it off and I cursed under my breath.

Jeff:  Fuck….


Well, it makes sense to turn it off. I wold have done the same thing especially If I know there’s a camera pointing at me.

The thing now is I won’t know when and if she has done the deed.

It shouldn’t take long, I’ll give her 5 minutes.
Just fucking suffocate that shit on the floor.

It’s as simple as putting a pillow on his face and sitting on it for a while.



It’s not that hard. He’s already half dead.

I checked the rest of the men on the floor.

They’re all in different state of pain, each crouching in a corner of the house.

I received a call on the phone I took and I answered it.


It as Owen.


Owen : What’s the situation.


I could hear the loud echo and the muted roar of the plane engine from the background. He’s calling mid flight, probably a private flight if he can talk.

Jeff : I think it’s under control….Pillbox is doing it right now…

Owen : Ok… the team is on standy… they are reaching the holding area in 10 minutes… once they get pillbox’s call after completion…., they will move in….….i was told the mother and baby is en route to the doctor….what happened.



Jeff : Long story… I’ll explain later…. It’s either that or that baby dies…

Owen was quiet for a while before he asked me to wrap it up and he hung up.

Aside from the music, I could not hear anything from the room.


Well, I think it’s about time it’s done.

I thought about waiting a while longer, but my patience wore thin.

It shouldn’t take that long.

I took a few deep breaths and acted all flustered and panicky as I dashed into the room and shut the door behind me and instantly regretting my decision.

Jeff : fuck…



Yiling stared at me in shock as I watched her bloodied right hand holding a razor blade with Benson’s neck spurting like a miniature fountain.

She was shocked to see me in the room.

I was shocked to see her make such a mess. didn’t they teach her in school not to fucking make a mess if possible. It makes clean up difficult. Blood is difficult to clean and an artery spraying like a musical fountain is a fucking nightmare to cove rup.

I stared at Benson whose life is slowly draining away before looking back at Yiling, naked with splatters of blood on her body.


Jeff : Oh my god… are you ok ?? …

My first thought was to cover her body.

I opened a few drawers before I found a towel.

I threw it around her as she stood, shaking and trembling with the razor blade in her hand.

Jeff : It’s ok… it’s ok… calm down… calm down….



Benson had stopped moving but blood was still coming out from his wound.

Jeff : ermmm… ermmm…oh fuck… this is fuck up…. This is really fuck up….

I was honestly referring to the mess YIling made when she calmly walked to the door.

My jaw dropped an inch when I saw YIling turned the latch and locked the door, trapping all of us inside.


I looked at her and I saw that look in her eyes.


That look.



Jeff : what are you doing ?!

She panted and she shook her head.

Yiling : I’m….. I’m sorry you saw that Jeff…

Jeff : What the………. fuck,….  Are you talking about…

Yiling : I cannot afford to have any witness…..i’m sorry…

Jeff : You….. are fucking…. Kidding me…

Yiling : I’m sorry….. Jeff…


She removed the towel I wrapped around her body and started coming towards me with the razor still dripping in blood.

Jeff : Wow….i…….  I don’t believe this…

As Yiling closed the distance between us, I found myself checking the windows and doors once more.



The curtains are drawn.

The doors are locked.

Benson is pretty dead.



Jeff : Don’t…. Yiling please… don’t… just calm down… put that down !

Yiling : I am calm….. I’m sorry you had to see that…. I’m really sorry Jeff… I have no choice….

I would have said there is always a choice if Yiling had not rushed towards me with the razorblade in her hand.

As I pretended to shout for help and repeating my plea to Yiling to calm down, a weird thought crossed my mind.

This project is worth every fucking drop of that 17 year old whisky


……………………………….

I leaped over Benson whose muscles were still twitching as Yiling screamed and came at me.

Jeff : hey … HEY!!! YIling…. Yiling !!! HEY!!

She is on the verge of losing it.


Tears filled her eyes as she fought back the urge to break down and start crying. Her left hand grabbed her right wrist in an attempt to stabilise her shaking hand holding the razor.

Jeff : for fuck sake put that down !

Yiling : NO!...



I ducked and pushed her across the room as she staggered and fall. Wiping tears and snot from her face with the back of her hand, she stood up and came for me again. It’s almost like watching a child having a breakdown.

She looked unsure, lost and afraid of what she is doing. She is not equipped mentally for work like this. Not everyone can handle the surge of emotions after taking a life.

Not everyone is as sick.


I grabbed the towel that she has thrown on the floor and twirled it around my right hand and forearm.

Yiling : arGHHH!!!!


She screamed as she came towards me with her hand raised.

I grabbed it easily with my towelled hand, the thick fabric absorbing the slice of the thin razor without fuss at all.

Jeff : enough … enough !!

Yiling tried to extract herself from me but I held on.



She tried to kick me and I blocked it with my shin, causing her to scream in pain. It was painful for me too but I held it in.

I twisted her hand and disarmed her of the blade.

Yiling jumped onto me, grabbing my waist with her naked thighs to throw me off balance by twisting her body, but I’m much heavier and stronger than her. I staggered 2 steps before I countered the force and threw Yiling onto the bed with her legs still wrapped around my body.


If I was naked, I could be well positioned to enter her.

Yiling : aerghh!!

Jeff : Stop Yiling… STOP!!... stop or I will have to tie you down !

She punched me on my face as she started kicking wildly at me.

I grabbed her wrist and twisted them behind her back, pinning them down in the same manner an officer is about to make an arrest.

I could feel the rise in my cock as I pressed her head down on the bed the same time I shouted at her to calm down. This is the first time I had to press a naked woman in front of me on the bed with my clothes still on.


The last time I was in a position like this was in a leisure trip to Thailand.

I went to a nice bar and bought this cute university student that was working as a waitress a drink. The next thing I knew I was pinning her down on the bed with her screaming at me to go deeper and harder.


Yiling : let me go !!!

Jeff : stop screaming and behaving like a mad woman and I will let you go ….

I held Yiling’s hands in place and I stepped on both her calves with my left foot. The pain should knock some sense into her.


It took about another 5 minutes of screaming, threats and sobbing before she calmed down.


Her breathing slowed considerably as she just panted for air on the bed.

Jeff : Are you ok now ?? …. Don’t snap…


Yiling : I’m ok… let me go…

Jeff : Promise you stop behaving like a bitch….

Yiling : Yes… yes I promise…

I let Yiling go and took a seat on the bed.

She slowly turned around and massaged her aching joints.

We were both quiet for a while before she asked if I was going to arrest her.

Yiling : Are you going to arrest me ? ….. for killing my brother in law…
I did not answer her because I did not have an answer.

I was hoping I won’t have to deal with shit like this which is why I preferred to work alone.


Stuff like this belongs to Owen’s department.

My heart skipped a beat when Yiling spoke again.


YIling : You’re definitely not some data Analyst…..

Jeff : Why makes you say that…

Yiling : You know how to protect yourself….

Jeff : We all go through basic training….


Yiling smirked as she turned and looked at Benson who had stopped moving totally by then.

Yiling : It’s ok if you don’t want to say…. Just bring me back to the station and wrap this up…


I thought about it for a while before replying Yiling.

Jeff : I’m not just a typical Data Analyst for the narcotics agency… I’m also part of their elite crack team of operatives… I spend my time stationed overseas most of the time….


I said nothing after that, allowing the silence to help Yiling take it all in.

That should make a bit of sense to her I think.

Yiling : so now what ? …


Jeff : I’m interested in the data Benson has in his computer….his overseas network and his local runners…. His contacts… his suppliers… the rest doesn’t concern me…

Yiling : What does that mean ? … haha.. you going to pretend you did not see me kill Benson ? hahaha….

Yiling slowly got up. I could see the slouch in her shoulders as she opened several drawers before pulling out clothes that I assume belonged to her sister.


Yiling : you can’t do that…you’re a law enforcement officer…. And I broke the law…

Jeff : Yes you did…. And you are correct… I cannot turn a blind eye to that…

Yiling wiped away tears from her eyes as she took in a deep breath.

Yiling : Alright… call it in…. I’m just glad he’s fucking dead…


I watched Yiling get dressed, slipping her hand through the black singlet she pulled out.

Her wrist had an angry red mark from the rope burn earlier. There are countless bruises on her body.


She was just raped by her brother in law.

She leaned against the wardrobe for balance as she slipped on a pair of shorts.


I got up and walked over to the towel that held the razor blade Yiling used.

Retrieving it, I held it with my bare hands as I went to the toilet bowl.


Yiling : What are you doing ?

Jeff : what does it look like I’m doing ?

I wrapped the blade with a few pieces of toilet paper and I flushed it down into the sewerage.

Yiling : What are you doing !


I calmly opened another razor blade from the bathroom and I took it over to Benson.

I ran it through his open wound again, dipping my finger and the blade into his neck before pulling it out.

Yiling : what are you trying to do !!


Jeff : I killed him… in self defence… not you…. Just makes my report a bit lengthier….but… all is good…. This makes things easier….. no one will care about a dead drug dealer….

Yiling stared at me in disbelief.

Yiling : you are out of your mind.. !!


Jeff : No I’m not… go take a shower… wash up before I call it in… I’ll get rid of the body and adjust things around a bit to throw my colleagues off your scent.

Yiling stared at me, not knowing what to say.


Yiling : Jeff…..

Jeff : What ? ….. go and wash up…. Quick….

Yiling : Do you know what you are doing ?? ,….

Jeff : Yes I know…. Come on…. Snap out of it…. It’ll be fine…


I gestured to the bathroom without a word and I grabbed both of Benson’s wrist. I was about to start pulling him away from the spot he died when Yiling shouted at me not to touch him.


YIling ; stop!! STOP!!

Jeff : What ?

Yiling : stop….


She looked at me, swallowed hard before asking if I could bring her her pair of heels she wore that evening.

Jeff : what….

Yiling : it’s … it’s outside… please….


I would have wanted to say no but I thought it would be a good chance to check on the rest of Benson’s men that I had put on the ground.

I went out and retrieved the pair of heels from the spot by the staircase. I could feel myself relaxing a bit as I took my time. Benson is dead, Yiling is still alive. Yvonne and the baby should be receiving some medical attention by now.


This project is practically over.

Before I could walk back in, I heard the door snap shut and the bolt came on.


Jeff : fuck no… hey !! HEY!!!

I started hammering at the door while holding onto YIling’s heels at the same time.

Jeff : open up… open up !!! Yiling !! fuck !...


I checked the heel Yiling was desperately trying to hide that evening.

Turning the heel tip, I pulled out a solid stainless steel blade that will certainly do some damage. It’s tip is sharp and its body had groves etched in. This goes in your stomach, chances are your dinner is going to come back out with it.

I put it back in and continued hammering on the door.

Jeff : Yiling … open up ! don’t do anything stupid….

I could hear her from outside the door.


Yiling : sorry Jeff…. This is me and me alone…. I wanted Benson dead from the start…. I came prepared….

Jeff : Open the door….

Yiling : can I ask you for a favour Jeff ?


Jeff : Yes… yes.. anything… just open the fucking door….

Yiling : don’t tell anyone what you saw…..


Jeff : What ?

Yiling : I mean it Jeff…. Your life will be in danger if you say anything… pretend you did not see anything…..i’ll handle the rest…

Jeff : hey… hey !!


She stopped replying to me and I started to look for another way into the room.

I suddenly recalled the helpers in the storage room. I wonder if they knew where the spare keys would be kept. It’s quite unlikely though.


I considered getting Benson’s men to talk but they don’t seem very cooperative unless faced with the prospect of more pain and I’m lazy to go down that road.


I felt the phone in my pocket buzz. I moved away from the door and looked at the phone.

It’s a private number, might be a call meant from Ah Leong. I answered it anyway.


Jeff : Hello….

Owen : It’s me… Pillbox called it in…. she did it…..i’m surprise she managed to….her evaluation has never been good…..the previous time she was just lucky…. Not bad I must say….


Jeff : Well… I literally delivered the project wrapped up with a ribbon on top….she just needs to unwrap it ….

Owen : oh….. I see….. I suspected just as much….the team is arriving in a few minutes…. Did you see her do it ?

Jeff : not exactly… I saw her holding the razor with Benson squirting like a fountain though…. And…. She fucking tried to kill me….

Owen : hahaha.. she did…?

Jeff : She said she could not afford any witness….


Owen was chuckling and gasping for breath by then. It took him a while to compose himself before adding that he thinks Yiling likes me.


Owen : i think she likes you….

Jeff : huh ? what the fuck are you talking about ?

I looked towards the door before making my way a few steps further away.


Owen : I asked if there are any witness….. she told me no…. it was just her in the room….

Jeff : oh….

Owen : She knew if there were any witness she would have to be responsible for them….. and I guess she did not want to get you involved….

Jeff : guess she changed her mind about killing me then…


Owen : well…. She requested the team to bring you in… before you can file your so call report to your superiors…..

Jeff : oh… really ?

Owen : Just play along…. End it at the debrief and we can all call it a day…. Probably want to ask you to keep your mouth shut and all…. Haha


Jeff : Whatever… why are you en route to Japan ?

Owen : Long story… got to go… bye…

I could hear the sirens approaching the private estate from where I stood.

Owen had his personal team of enforcement officers complete with the necessary gear and equipment.


As the flashes of blue and red appeared in the house, men armed in tactical gear stormed in, shouting for everyone to get down.

They were professional, they know the drill.

Yiling came out of the room and I raised my hand.

Jeff : I’m one of you….. I’m one of you !!! same side… !!

“ Get the fuck on the ground now !!! “


There was no room for talks. I allowed myself to be pushed to the ground and restrained. Yiling walked out of the room like a boss and she avoided all eye contact with me, heading straight for a agency car that would have been meant for me if this was my show from the start.

I saw one masked officer asking each of the men something as he pulled them off the ground.


Peter answered with a rather audible ‘ Fuck you’ and the next thing he saw was the ceiling of the house as he was literally whipped with a retractable baton.

“What is your policy number ? “


I told the officer my policy number and he gave me a nod before pulling me aside to another vehicle.

Before I got in, I told him there are helpers and nannies hold up in the storeroom by the side of the landscaped garden.


He nodded before saying something to the driver.

Minutes later, the vehicle started moving.

The journey took about 30 minutes before the engine of the vehicle was shut off.

When the door opened, I saw Billy waiting for me.

I recognised the loading and unloading area of this place. It was a debriefing building set in the middle of an industrial estate in Tagore lane. Billy cut me loose and I jumped off the back of the truck.


Jeff : Is the baby ok ?

Billy : He’s fine….mother is fine too…. She has fucking nice boobs….

Jeff : Tell me about it…

Billy : really ? you didn’t see ? ….they were fucking dripping milk the whole time…. I’ve never felt so thirsty before…

I gave him a disgusted look and told him it was a figure of speech.


Jeff : No need to go into details…

Billy : I’m serious… have you seen that pair ..!! …

Billy had to gesture to his own breast as he tried to describe Yvonne’s breast.



Jeff : Ok… ok.. enough… I’ve had enough breast for a day…

Billy laughed and told me my day is not over yet.


Jeff : Why not ?

Billy : well…. Shit happens when you least expect it….

Jeff : what do you mean ?


Billy told me Yiling will be coming into the debriefing room in a bit to have a word with me.

Jeff : Yeah … let me know when she’s here… I need a shower…. I smell like shit…

Billy : well… Owen told me she tried to kill you… hahaha


Jeff : she did….. all I can say is she takes her work quite seriously.

Billy ; I think Owen is secretly impressed….

Jeff : You think so ?


He pulled a phone out of his pocket that came attached headphones.
Billy told me that he has a segment of conversation that Owen wanted me to hear.

Billy : Listen to this…. Hahah….

Billy handed me a ear piece and replayed the conversation YIling had with Owen.


Yiling : He’s professional…. And….he’s quite nice to work with…

Owen : ok… noted… does he know Owen is dead ?

YIling : I…… I don’t think so… he did not come into the room..

Owen : are you sure ?

Yiling : yes… he did not come into the room…


That tremble in her voice. My god, I bet anyone can tell she is lying just by listening to her.

Owen ; Doing the work we do…. We can’t afford loose ends… you should know that….

I could almost hear Owen laughing on the other end of the line. That bastard. He’s fucking with her on purpose.

Yiling : he doesn’t know anything Boss… he’s outside all the while…. And the clean up team took him…


Owen : ok fine….

I could hear some crackling on the line and I could not make out if it was the reception or Owen trying to stifle his laugh.


Yiling : Any….. Anything else Boss ? …

Owen : I’m just concern Jeff might be a liability……

I looked up at Billy and ask if there is a need to do this. I hit the pause button and added ;

Jeff : Eh… this is fuck up… is there a need for this ??

Billy : Oh ?

Jeff : What the fuck is Owen thinking… she just got raped….and she just killed her brother in law… is there a need to fuck with her like this ?

Billy laughed but said nothing.

Billy : finish listening to the recording… haha…


I hit the play button again as I got to the end of the corridor.

Owen : i got an incoming call…. Speak later…

Yiling : Boss… boss !

I looked up at billy and told him it’s over even though the file is still running.



Jeff : What the fuck… no head no tail….

Billy hit the pause button to bring me up to speed.



Billy : That incoming call….. is me…. I called Owen … because I found out something from Yvonne.

Jeff : Yvonne ? ….

Billy : yeah…. Milk maid…. Keep it playing, the other part is coming up…

Billy went on to say that Yvonne is not aware that her husband is dead.

Billy : Owen wanted to keep it from her… but she said something… that she needed to get back…. Back to the house…. Despite what her husband did to her… and her child…

Jeff : why is that ?


Billy : Benson is scheduled to meet this mysterious client ….

Jeff : what ?

Billy : Yvonne is adamant that she return and meet the client together with her husband…

Jeff : did you manage to find out why ?


Billy nodded his head as he looked up and down the empty corridor.

Billy : She was unwilling to say it initially but apparently …. She is the one that help set it up….

Jeff : she ? I thought she did not touch the drugs and shit….


Billy shook his head.



Billy : that’s the thing…. The client is not interested in drugs…. He’s interested in the way they bring it in…. and apparently… he has the money …. And…. He’s willing to pay…

Billy told me that the client’s rep first approached Yvonne at a charity event and they kept in contact for almost half a year. Says he’s interested in the logistics aspect of their business but some how he left Yvonne in no doubt what he was referring to.

They had correspondence for almost half a year, dealing with small imports of goods from liquor to tobacco. It’s nothing to shout about, just avoiding taxes.


Yvonne revealed that they are aware these were just a test for something else.

Something bigger, more valuable.


Billy : After having a few successful runs…. they are suggesting the 1st meet….. Yvonne would be getting 250k for setting it up….. I reckon she wants the money so she can get away from Benson….

I nodded as I took it all in.

Billy : yes… now… the thing is, Only the Client’s rep has met Yvonne before…..and everyone is aware she is a beauty queen…. She did win a pageant…


I paused and looked at him, I had this feeling in my head I know where this is heading.

Billy : Owen … wants to know who this guy is… and if possible…

Billy click his tongue with a gesture of his thumb across the side of his neck.


Jeff : Please tell me this is not going where I think this is going.


Billy : unfortunately… it is….

He gestured for his phone and hit the play button again.

I looked at the time it was recorded.

It was barely 20 minutes ago.



Yiling : Boss…. Why ? …. I thought it’s over ?

Owen : there’s a bit of a situation….. Benson and your sister is due to meet an important client tomorrow night…..

Yiling : what ?

Owen : 6 months ago the client’s rep met Yvonne at a charity event…. They have been working together since then….


Yiling : and ?

Owen : I don’t think your sister is in the state to do this…. So I need you to become your sister….

Yiling : what ? …

Owen : Debrief Jeff later when you meet him….and tell him you need a favour from him…

YIling : but…


Owen : Jeff will play the role of Benson… your husband…. And you will both meet the client together…

Yiling : this… this is…a bit … to rush no ?

Owen : We just want to establish the identity of this individual…. Once it’s established… I’ll take care of the rest…. We’re getting more information from your sister as we speak….

Yiling : but… but.. what if Jeff refuses….


Owen ; Then you get rid of him…. We’ll think of another way….

YIling : get rid of him as in ?? you want me to get rid of him ?? !!! wait… Boss.. so if he does this….it’s considered settled ?

I swore I heard Owen try to mask a chuckle with a cough as he spoke in the best serious tone he could muster up.



Owen : why are you so hung up about him ??

Yiling: No… i…. I mean… he’s a police officer… we are on the same side no ?

Owen : We will not be on the same side if we get caught red handed…. Talk to him…. I don’t care what you do…. He will play the role of Benson tomorrow…. The clean up crew is working round the clock to get the house in order….. Briefing tomorrow at 2pm…. You have until then to talk to Jeff…



The conversation ended and I handed the earpiece back to Billy.

Jeff : There is not enough time to plan this through…. This won’t work….

Billy told me that he briefly talked about this to Owen as well.

Benson may not be a pageant winner, but as a businessman, he has photos of him in public as well. Although he shuns the limelight, there are still some images floating around. There’s no way I will be able to pull myself off as Benson.


Jeff : Exactly…. Yiling might be able to pass off as Yvonne…. But not for me…

Billy : I will be pouring through their computers and servers tonight….. any information about their dealings the past 6 months will be given to you by tomorrow morning….

Jeff : Are you even listening ?

Billy : I am…. Owen already has that planned out….. about you being Benson….

Jeff : How….


Billy : It’s a gutsy move…. But he says if anyone can pull it off, it’s going to be you….

Jeff : did he pass you another bottle of whisky ?

Billy : sadly no…. hahha


Billy told me that it would be up to me to put on a good show that I am Benson, and that the one that has been appearing in public all this while, is actually a stand in.

A stand in that has now out lived he’s usefulness.

If needed, his corpse will come in handy.


Billy : As long as Yiling plays her part well…. I don’t think this will be much of a problem… all we need is to see who this mysterious client is…. Who can say you are not Benson when the wife says you are….? Yeah ? …. Wedding photos…wedding rings…. You are husband and wife…. Tio bo ?

Billy’s phone buzzed and he told me Yiling will be at the facility in 30 minutes.

Jeff : This could be dangerous…. Find out more about their dealings…

Billy : Will do…. Yiling will be in room 5….



I gave Billy a thumbs up and I grabbed myself some drinks and food before heading to room 5. I hung around the control area until I saw from the camera that Yiling is entering the facility.

I went into the interview room and sat down, sipping my bottle of drink.

I saw the wrist cuffs on the table and I almost forgot.
I quickly secured my wrist to the table and adjusted myself properly, putting on an image of a bored guy having his drink.


I wonder how would Yiling try to convince me to play the role of Benson.

I tried to stifle a smile as I thought about something silly like her trying to seduce me.

Maybe come in a short dress , high heels.

Maybe she will whine and beg ?

Perhaps threatened me into submission ?


Regardless of what she do, it’s going to be worth a laugh or 2 if I can hold it in.

I heard the rattle of the door knob and the door swung open.

There she was.

She looked freshly showered and washed up. Her hair is still a little damp. Yiling had light makeup on and she was wearing a dress alright. A pale yellow sun dress with the hem ending above her knees.


She had on a different pair of heels, cream white with speckles of gold near the tip.

I drained the last of my bottled drink to get ready for her sales pitch.

Before I could swallow it, Yiling rattled of what I presumed must be a pitch she practised at least a dozen times before she walked into the room.

Yiling : Jeff…… Will you be my husband ?


I choked on the drink, splashed it all over the table as I stared at Yiling in disbelief.

Jeff : blurosooooooshhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! What …………….the…………… fuck ?

She dragged the chair over to my side as I stared at her wide eyed in shock.

Yiling : I’m about to tell you something that is going to sound absolutely crazy to you Jeff ….


She waited for my reply and I gave her the first reply that came to my mind with drools of my drink still hanging off my lips.

Jeff : I thought you already did.


……………………………………………………………………..


Yiling had a key in her hand and she released me from the wrist cuffs.

I wiped my mouth as I stared at her.
Well she is direct, that I have to give it to her.

Yiling : I know how this is going to sound… you would probably think I’m crazy but I need your help…



Jeff : errr…. What do you need ? you want to apply for a BTO flat ?

She gave me an exasperated look before resuming to unlock the other cuff from my hands.

Yiling : you know… I only just caught wind of this a while ago and….believe me…. No matter how many times I try to run this through my head, I think it sounds crazy….



Yiling crossed her legs and leaned forward with her arms crossed.

Yiling : I…. I meant it in a serious way…. When I ask you to be my husband…. As in… play the role of my husband….


I stared at her without a word, giving her a lost look. I actually kind of sympathised with her situation. She’s still pretty new in this line and for Owen to throw her into the deep end of the pool, it’s unfair.

He would probably say life is unfair if I tell him this.



I could see it was tearing her up inside as she tried to think of a way to explain the situation to me.

For one, she cannot let me know her true identity. Yet she still has to make it compelling enough for me to agree to help her.

Yiling : Ok…. I’ll try to sum it up as simply as I can….

Jeff : Ok….

Yiling :Benson’s dead…. But my sister is still not aware of it….


Jeff : errr….. ok… I am aware of it…


She immediately cupped her hands to my mouth with her eyes wide open.

That touch.

The softness of her hands covering my wet and drooling mouth. I was immediately hit with the scent of her body. There is the distinct smell of her shower foam, a brand I was pretty familiar with since I used a similar brand.

It’s a rainforest shower foam by a brand starting with N.


That sweet scent of the body wash hit me while infused with a heavy rose like scent of a hand cream.

In case you are still trying to form a picture, I was literally smelling Yiling’s hand as she chided me harshly about not saying anything I know about Benson.



Yiling : I told you !!! don’t say anything about him!!!! You are not supposed to know anything !!!


YIling came really close to me, and she had her right hand behind my neck while her left remain plastered on my mouth.

I did not expect a reaction this big.



There is no one else in the room and the control room is empty.

I had to hold back a laugh when she threatened to break my neck if I ever mention anything about Benson again.

Yiling : As far as you are concerned…. Benson is still alive… until …. Until….

Jeff : ergumm…rguhhmmm.rghumm…

Yiling: Until …. Fuck this…. Just know this… you are not suppose to know Benson is dead…. Unless I tell you….oh fuck… this is so confusing…

Yiling let go of me and I could see she was flustered.

Jeff : ok… ok.. calm down…

I wanted to make things easier for her and get this over with so I deliberately skipped any unnecessary questions. I just wanted her to tell me what she needed me to do.



Jeff : Ok… Yiling … look…. Relax…. I’ll help you…. Just tell me what you need me to do…

YIling : really ?


She looked at me in surprise.

Jeff : yeah….although it’s a bit fast for us to advance from a boyfriend / girlfriend to husband and wife….

Yiling laughed and took the chair opposite me again.

She brushed a stray fringe behind her ears as she crossed her legs before leaning forward again.


I could feel the rise in my cock as I tried hard not to look at the cleavage of her breast that is peering up at me. Yes I’ve seen her naked, but seeing her dressed is so much more sexier than seeing her without anything on.

Yiling wasted no time. She started talking about what she needed me to do and what we hoped to achieve.


Her sister and brother in law were due to meet someone important the next day.


Yiling : I don’t know who he is…. but he’s someone important…. We need to meet him… and establish his identity….

Jeff : ok got it…. Go on..

Yiling bit her lips for a brief moment before saying that she would need me to play the role of Benson, while she pretends she is her sister.

YIling : We would play the role of husband and wife….. and receive these guest….

Jeff : oh.. ok…

Yiling : My sister has met one of the representative before but it was 6 months ago…. I think I should be able to pull off as her with the right clothes…


Jeff : What about me ?

Yiling : You would play the role of my husband….

Before I could say anything , Yiling put up both her hands with her palms facing me.

Yiling : I know… I know… don’t worry about anything… the people I work for will take care of everything…. And I mean everything…. Everything we need to know to the wedding photos that we need to display in the house….. and I mean everything… that’s how good we are….



Jeff : errr…. Ok…..

I was about to ask who she works for just to see her reply but she beat me to it.

YIling : If I tell you who I work for…. I will have to kill you…

Jeff : Ok… noted.. you work for James bond and her majesty’s secret service…


Yiling : hahahha…

She slapped me playfully on the side of my arm and said she did not know I was that corny.

Yiling : what else are you hiding from me Jeff… hahah..


Jeff : I don’t know… maybe about the same as how much you are hiding from me…

Yiling smiled and shook her head.

Yiling : I really doubt it… haha… so… can I say you’re in ? ….we have a briefing to get to tomorrow morning…

Jeff : yeah… I’m in…

I could see her on the verge of throwing a punch into the air but she held back.


Yiling : Ok great… come… let’s get started…


Jeff : What ? … the briefing you said was for the next morning right ?

YIling : Yeah… but there’s so much to be done…. We need to start now…

She literally dragged me out of the briefing room while holding my hand.

Yiling : You need a shower by the way…

Jeff : yeah… I have milk all over me…



Yiling laughed and added that milk is easier to wash off than blood.

I let Yiling lead the way even though I’m familiar with the complex we were in.


She made a wrong turn while heading to the carpark and I stopped myself from correcting her, choosing to enjoy the brief moment of respite from the mental stress of doing my job.

I looked at Yiling as she walked on confidently in her heels. She looked just like your typical hot babe working in the middle of the financial district. Nothing on her face indicated she was just forcibly raped by her brother in law earlier that evening.


Her side profile looked the best. There is this oriental charm that you hardly find in girls these days with their thick makeup and edited online photos.

Her nose bridge is defined and there is a natural pout on her lips that you can only catch from the side profile.


Yiling turned to look at me, realising that I was staring at her.

She smiled and asked if I was ok.


Yiling : what’s wrong ? … are you ok ? hahah


As we approached the carpark, I blurted out to Yiling that I think she’s really beautiful.

Jeff : I… just think you are…. Really beautiful….

She raised an eyebrow before breaking into smile.


Yiling : thank you…. You’re just saying this because you feel embarrassed you’ve seen everything there is to see about me isn’t it ? .. haha

Jeff : ohh… ermmm

Yiling : I’m just toying with you… haha…

Yiling unlocked her car and I paused for a moment.


She’s driving a BMW Z4.

What the fuck man. I’m driving a old Toyota.

I began to wonder if Owen sent her to the class about being subtle when Yiling gestured for me to get in.


Jeff :wow… your job must be paying you well….

Yiling smile and said nothing.

When we get in, she locked the door and pointed a manicured finger at me. I could see the nail was already badly scratched, probably damaged earlier in the evening.


Yiling : don’t try to sound me out about my work ok …. Just know that I can kill you with a snap of my finger… hahah

Jeff : hahah… ok… fine.. fine…. Nice car…


Yiling : It’s a smooth ride…I like it…


I sat in the car with a hard on throughout my ride. We all think we know short dresses.

No we don’t



We don’t really know short dresses unless we see the woman wearing it driving in them.

With the low seat, slightly inclined, gravity teased with the hem of the short dress Yiling was wearing.

As we chatted, I could not help but steal glances at her thighs.


Even a subtle movement of her changing her foot from accelerator to the brakes would cause the dress to shift.

When it comes ot the red light, she would tug the bottom of her dress to cover a bit of her modesty. With the initial acceleration, the dress would fall back down again, causing more blood to fill my already hardened cock.


I pride myself on being a subtle peeper but inside the small confines of the car, I guess no amount of subtilty is enough.

Just as we turned into the driveway leading back to Benson’s house, Yiling finally pointed me out.

Yiling : I thought you had already seen everything….. why are you so hung up about my legs ?... hahah


Jeff : what… what ? … no… no… oh… I’m sorry… i… errr….

Yiling chuckled as she pulled up to the side of the house.

There are at least 7 other vehicles parked there.

I’m bound to see some familiar faces in there but I knew they will not acknowledge me. It’s part of their work requirements and Owen was very strict in that sense.

The tease ended when I saw the flash of a white panty as Yiling was getting down the car.


I had to stand still for a moment and adjust my erection discreetly.

Walking into the house, I could see the clean up is going on at breakneck speed. It’s like having an entire platoon of men cleaning up a small bunk before an inspection.

Benson’s men and the blood they left on the floor were gone.

In it’s place were the polished floor and neatly arranged furniture.

I saw Billy kneeling down by a small server cabinet near a study on the ground floor but he did not acknowledge me, choosing to concentrate on the 2 laptops he had in front of him.

The helpers and nannies were gone as well, in it’s place I saw 2 older ladies that I had come across a couple of years ago on another project. They were dressed in white with black pants, a unspoken uniform of sort for helper in the large house.

They went through the kitchen cabinet, familiarising themselves with where the utensils are kept to taking inventory of the things that are in the fridge. Owen is going all out for this.


Staff wearing gloves are removing all traces of Benson from the house, from photos to his personal tablets. I saw 2 man come down the stairs with the wedding portrait of Benson and Yvonne.

Following right behind them is Ben.

Who is Ben ?

Ben is a photographer, the agency’s photographer.


I’ve worked with him several times. Professional, cool and focus is what I would use to describe him and his team.


He did not acknowledged me, not even a nod as he went straight to Yiling, no doubt knowing the hierarchy order in this particular project.

Ben : we’re set up in the guest room….. time is tight… we have to do this through the night…

I looked at the time.


It was coming to 12 midnight. Looks like we will not be getting much sleep.

Yiling and I were brought to the study where the shooting crew had set up their equipment and backdrop. 3 guys were on standby with their macbooks plugged in and ready. A makeup artist assigned to each of us came right over and handed us the 1st set of clothes.


Yiling took it upon herself to explain what is happening.

Yiling : We need the photos to help sell the story of us being husband and wife….. it’s my first time doing this as well….

Jeff : oh… ok….


I took a quick shower before joining Yiling in the guest room.

We changed into something casual, berms and shorts for me while Yiing started off with singlet and a flare skirt.

Ben got us to start posing, giving specific instructions on where he want us to stand to where we should be looking.


10 shots in 3 poses for each set of clothing. Then we change.

The photos immediately got post processed.


I could see the 3 chaps clicking away on their laptop with their headphones plugged in.

By the time Yiling and I were in our 3rd set of clothings, I could see the photo machine printing.

Photos of Yiling and I at various spots in the country were printed for selection.


We started off with simple poses before the more elaborate ones that require props.

There are pictures of us on tables and chairs looking at each other while sipping a drink.

Ben : look at each other….. look at your husband…. Yes… yes… hold… good…

A lot is happening when Yiling and I were taking the photos.


You really think it’s just a photoshoot ?

Of course not.

It’s a building of tension.


And with each set, the tension grew.

We started off by changing behind a makeshift screen like those you see in clinics in the 80s. Flimsy screens on wheels.


By the 5th set of clothes, some how we started changing in full view of everyone.

We need to move fast.

My cock is constantly erected as I looked at Yiling’s body.

Stacks of clothes picked out by the makeup artist surrounded us and the variety of lingerie laid bare on the floor near Yiling. Her panty remains on of course but the bras.


God, seeing her change into different bra that belongs to her sister is a hell of a treat for the eyes.


She knows I’m watching, she knows the whole fucking room is watching and aside from concentrating on their work, the hardest part is to be trying to appear discreet while lusting over her body.

Yet we all put up a front. A front to be professional.


There is no doubt the sexual tension that is building up between YIling and me grew exponentially within that period.



Ben : hold her hand….. look at your husband…… put your hand on his cheek….. hug your wife from behind….. smell her hair…. Look at her neck….. cross your legs….sit on his lap…. Kiss your husband on his cheek…..put your hand on her thigh….. stroke her calves…. Touch her chin…..run your hand through her hair…..


Each of these instructions from Ben sounded mechanical, but there is absolutely nothing mechanical about it when we had to do it.



Our bodies touched and grazed each other.

The look in both our eyes.


The initial giggles and small talks were gone. Our eyes and erratic breathing did more of the talking than our mouths ever did.

My cock is leaking pre cum and I’m sure as hell Yiling is wet. This is getting a little serious.


Ben : kiss…. Kiss your wife on her lips…

I made another mental note to tell Owen that Ben deserves a larger bonus this year as I held Yiling close to me. We could feel our hot breaths on each other.


Her eyes closed before me and when our lips met, the warmth we exchanged via bodily fluids betrayed no hint that this was just a professional engagement, that we were just doing our job.

The clicking went on, the streaks of flash continued.

Ben : enough…. Change…

We graduated to more formal clothing. Suits, dresses and gowns. YIling had no issue fitting into her sister’s clothes while mine is a bit tricky. Benson’s recent wardrobe is too big for me and there is a limit to how much the crew can bring along.

Still, we made do with what we have.



Ben was drenched in perspiration as he directed the whole show, checking the time every once in a while.


The makeup piled on for Yiling. Her hair got styled. The room was filled with the rythemic churn of the photo printer and the hypnotic click of the mouse as the crew worked on without a word.

Each set of clothing changed seemed to be a turn in the tightly wound spring. Everyone in the room could feel the energy that had built up 3 hours into the whole shoot.


When I stepped out in my wedding suit with Yiling facing me in a grand white gown which showed off her ample breast, I was ready to cum on the spot. Our bodies were constantly in contact with each other.

There is no way she is not feeling the push of my cock against her tight wedding gown when I hug her from behind. The look of lust in her eyes as she leaned against my body, turned her head upwards to look at me as the bright flashes go off is impossible to miss.


The way we looked at each other was more than enough to communicate what we both wanted after the shoot is over.

At 3.45am, Ben call it a day and gave Yiling the thumbs up. His crew started packing up and they will be back later with the necessary photo frames and pictures.

My hair is caked with gel while Yiling had full makeup on including the fake eye lashes.


I was exhausted and so was she.

Billy appeared and he went straight to YIling as if I was invisible.

Billy : follow me…


We entered a cleaned up and sterilised master bedroom.


The poster bed had fresh sheets and pillowcase as if a professional chambermaid at a 5 star hotel had just finished setting it up.

There were no traces of blood on the floor, the carpet has been replaced. While there is still a strong smell of chemical and detergent in the room, it should go away after a while.

Billy handed us 2 sets of documents and a tablet.


Billy : read and memorise everything…..your lives depend on it…. It contains all correspondences and email Yvonne had with the client’s rep call Wendy.

Billy unzipped a black case which contains identity cards, passports, even credit cards that would support our new identity.

Billy : You’re husband and wife…. Go through the docket and make sure you know about each other’s lives….. The crew is almost done, we’re clearing out in 30 minutes….


Yiling : we’re staying here tonight ?

Billy replied without a change in expression.


Billy : You guys are the owner of this house…. Where else are you going to stay ?

Yiling removed her earrings and I watch her head towards the dresser and picked up a packet of makeup remover while still listening to Billy.


Right before Billy left he added that security crew will be assigned to us and will be in place before noon.

The 2 helpers have done an inventory check of the kitchen, they will need to stock up on food and drinks for the evening in case we need to entertain the client longer than expected.

Billy : guest room will be cleared out soon…….this room is just needs to get a bit of fresh air……. get some rest… project briefing will be at 10am later….

Yiling : ok… thank you…

Right before Billy leaves the room, he checks that Yiling has already made her way into the masterbath before giving me a wink.

That cheeky bastard.


Yiling started to remove her make up.

I could hear a couple of engine starting up at the ground floor.

Heading out, i saw Ben and his ben lugging some of their gear down the steps.

Everyone was in the midst of clearing out the house.



I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer form the fridge. The cold brew quenches my thirst and hydrated my body but as the alcohol kicked in, I could feel my other thirst slowly building up.

I grabbed a few bottles of beer and chug them into a bucket before filling it with ice.

I opened a few cupboards and found a bag of chips.

My erection was raging hard and I could swing it to close the cupboard door if I wanted to.


I head back up the stairs as I heard the last vehicle engine start up before backing out of the driveway.


I entered the room and I could hear the shower.

The door is not close.

If this is not an invitation, I don’t know what it is.


I dropped the food and drinks on the dresser table and I walked into the bathroom.

There she was.

Yiling was naked in the shower, hot water pelting down on her body as her head angled sideways. She stroked the shampoo off her shoulder length hair as the steam from the bot bath hit me where I stood.

She did not say anything and I did not move.


Yiling turned her back towards me and I was deliberating whether to take her in the shower.

I was caught instead in a trance as I watch her wash her body.

Her fingers running through her hair, sliding down her neck before settling on her firm breast. Her erected nipples diverting the flow of water before it runs down her belly button and down to her vagina.


Her feet, standing in a small forest of disappearing foam. Her left leg raised up, getting a rub down by her hands.

It’s been a while since I allowed myself to be tease to this extent.

I have a monster of an appetite when it comes to sex.

I continued watching, enjoying the deliberate show that Yiling was putting on for me.

The water stopped, and Yiling’s hand stretched out of the shower stall, gesturing to the ash coloured towel hanging beside me.

I took it.


Instead of throwing it to her or passing over, I opened it, I spread the towel like I’m a matador in a bull ring.

A simple gesture with a powerful language hidden beneath.



Come


To


Me



Yiling’s lips parted a little as she covered her breast with her left arm, her right hand held back a dripping strand of hair.

She stepped out of the stall and walked into my towel.

I wrapped it around her, and if my cock could talk, it would fucking be screaming at me.



Yiling took over the towel and dried herself a little, wiping her face down. Wrapping herself up again, she looked at me.

I could see her eyelashes still wet from the shower.

Her breathe hit me as she exhaled without a word.


She put a foot forward, angling her body in an attempt to walk by me towards the bedroom. Our bodies touched and our eyes never left each other.

It’s a game.

A game to see which one of us could hold it in the longest.

I want her.


She wants me too.

Right before she walks past me, I closed the gapped between Yiling’s boday and mine, pressing gently on her, pinning her against the door.

I could feel a uncontrolled shiver as Yiling looked at me.


I leaned forward for a kiss and she received my tongue eagerly.

When we broke off, I told Yiling to put something on.


Jeff : Get dressed….

She pressed her lips against mine for a few seconds before pulling herself back reluctantly and asked.

Yiling : Why…..


I held onto her left cheek with my palm and kissed her again.


Jeff : because…. I like to do the undressing….

Yiling smiled and she kissed me again.


Removing her towel, she pressed it against my body, pushing me back towards the shower.

She wants me to use her towel, to relish in her scent before I take her.

Yiling walked naked out into the bedroom and I watch her open up her sister’s wardrobe.


A hanging treat of dresses, gowns and the tease of pink, silk and satin greeted both of us.


Yiling turned her head and saw that I was still staring at her.
She broke into a smile as her hand reached into the wardrobe as if she already found what she wanted.

She spoke, but without sound, mouthing the words slowly like a circus trainer teasing a wild animal.


Yiling : Don’t…..


Yiling : keep….


Yiling : me…..


YIling : waiting…..



…………………………….


Yiling pulled something out from the wardrobe and disappears from my field of view.


I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I did not check the mixer and I nearly burnt myself with the hot water that came down on me.
I wondered how Yiling managed to shower at that temperature. Perhaps it was just my low tolerance to heat.

I soaped myself clean, paying extra attention to my private. My cock is throbbing hard and as I soaped it , it almost spoke to remind me not to stimulate it too much. The stimulation and tease will come from Yiling.


The fragrance of the shower foam filled my nose again as I let the rain shower wash off the soap on my body. This will be the same smell that Yiling will be taking in when she puts her nose and mouth close to certain parts of my body.

I did a quick rinse off and almost forgotten I was using Yiling’s towel to dry myself off.

The towel is damp, the threadcount is high. It’s soft and fluffy. I pushed my face into the towel and my erection started building up again.

I wiped myself down, trying to imagine and think of which part of Yiling’s body was wiped down by the towel I was currently using.



The indirect contact making the connection in my imagination as I towelled myself.

Perhaps I am using the corner she ran through her wet pussy to wipe my face.

Maybe I’m rubbing my groin area with the part she dried her breast with.

The damp towel felt significantly heavier after I was down drying myself.

I wrapped it around my waist and stepped out into the room, my heart skipped a beat as I visually appraised Yiling’s body in front of me.

She’s all dressed up for me to do the unwrapping.


I have a feeling I’m going to damage quite a few pieces of Yvonne’s wardrobe that evening.

Yiling wore a pastel pink coloured bra with lace trimmings running from under the cups to the straps that goes on her shoulder. The form is simple, accentuating her nice curves of her full breast.

On the outside, she wore a pink satin robe that is literally glimmering under the warm light of the room. Solid lines in black ran along the edges and trimmings of that gown, giving it character while not forgetting it’s ultimate purpose is to tease.

Yiling took the tease part to another level alright.

How could I possible see the bra if she’s wearing a gown you ask ?

That’s because of the way she wore it.

The left side of the gown is left drooping down a little too much, exposing one side of her body. The gown fell and bunched up sexily around the mid of her biceps.



The middle is tied with a black laced ribbon, reminding me how slender her waist is.

I don’t know if she is wearing anything underneath.

Then I saw her tiptoe for a brief moment before she gained a couple of inches in height.

I got closer and saw that she brought her heels into the room.

My heart skipped a few more beats.



That pair of heels. As if the tease is not enough, the danger turned me on even more.

That knowledge that inside that pair of heels lies a tool that could cause me my life got me even more aroused.

It made me want her more. The part of me that has always reacted differently to danger went into a frenzy.

I walked right up to Yiling and turned herself towards me.

MY left hand slid around her waist and I pulled her towards me in a forceful jerk.

Yiling : ernngh…!

Our lips met and her hands went around my neck while mine felt up her waist, sliding down to her bottom.



She’s wearing something. I could feel it.

There’s something else for me to remove beneath the gown.

Yiling : ernghhhhhhh!!!....

Yiling whispered softly by my ears, asking me to fuck her.

Yiling : are you going to unwrap me soon ? ……. Unwrap me and fuck me….please…. ?

My lips pushed against her lips , guiding her backwards towards the bed. The back of her knees felt soft sheets of the bed and she moaned again, knowing there’s no more space for her to back off.



She sat down and her legs spread, giving me room to stand closer to her.

Her hands instinctively to my towel and a simple tug was all it took to make it drop to the floor.

There was on hesitation on her part. She lifted my throbbing cock with her left palm facing up, her postured lowered and it was in.

Jeff :e errhh !! aroorrr….

The suction came on like that of an angry vacuum cleaner. I held onto a tuff of wet hair as I pushed myself deeper into Yiling’s mouth. Her lips came closer to my pelvic region. I pushed in more and I could feel her hesitation as she tried to open her mouth a bit wider.

The clamp of her lips signalled the start of my journey into heaven.


Yiling sucked onto the dickhead of my cock and while holding that position, she moved her head.

Jeff :erghhh.. arooooo..r.r…..

I looked at her, her eyes were looking right at me.

That position, the view, the feeling on my manhood. The wetness, the warmth, the constant tugging.

It was hard not to moan under those circumstances.

I held onto her head and the sucking got faster. I could not resist the urge and I started pushing my cock deeper into her. Eventually it evolved to her just holding her mouth steady while I fuck her in her mouth.



Jeff :erghhh.. arghhh…

Yiling : slupppz.. slurprpzz… alrupzzz… arouuo…. Sozlurwzzz…

It was a wet and messy affair as I spread a mixture of her saliva and my rpecum all over the lips, her chin and bits of it splashing onto her exposed cleavage.

My cock has not gotten so hard in a long time.

Yiling kept her heels on as she got onto the bed.



Her mouth opened again without me asking her to. That’s how bad she wanted it in her mouth.

She pushed me down and I groaned as she gave me a blowjob while kneeling on my left.

Jeff :arghhh.. arghhh.. oh god… erhghhh!!

After a couple minutes of sucking, Yiling straddled me, showing me her back.

My dry tummy suddenly felt a dab of moisture. Not only is there moisture and wetness, there’s a weird feeling as well, it’s like there’s a row of beads on my stomach slowly rolling and massaging my abs.



At the very spot Yiling that is sitting on, my abs got massaged as she moved her bottom.

She slid backwards on my body, dragging and sliding her bottom closer and closer to my face.

The wetness spread.

Her cunt juices spread on a vertical axis like the trail of a snail. The closer she got to my mouth, the wetter it was. By the time Yiling had us adopt a 69 position, I could finally see what she was wearing underneath her satin gown.

It was a matching pastel pink panty that came as a set with her bra. Accompanying the lace trimmings was a string of pearls.



I felt the air being sucked away from my lungs as I looked at the string of 8 pearls wet and glistening and lined up in the centre of Yiling’s vagina.

The crotchless panty exposed her love hole totally and the row of peals was all that stood between me and her love hole.

She paused her bottom, unsure if she could take it further. Not all men are into this but thankfully for me and me, I am.

I fucking love it when I see a vagina that needs a good dose of licking. Not to mention it’s one lined with pearls.

I held onto her bottom and guided her closer. She stopped sucking my cock, I could feel her quivering as she lowered her bottom towards me. Exposing your most private region to the mouth of a man you hardly knew is hardly something you do easily.



My tongue came out and I licked the row of pearls instead of Yiling’s vagina.

My tongue pushed the row of pearls upwards, teasing the fleshly folds of her wet privates.

Yiling’s moans came out with short breathless gasped of air.

Yiling : ernnghh… erghhh!!! Ernghh!!!


My tongue touched, licked and rolled each of those pearl against the entrance of her pussy.
Another torrent of her natural juices came, drenching the already wet pearls. I could see the collection of juices building up to the point that it’s going to drip.

I touched it with the tip of my tongue and I slurped it into my throat.



Jeff : slurrppzzz…..e rghh.. you taste so good….slirrpzz…..slurppzz…

Yiling : erngnhh… erghhh!!

I could see the pearls vary in sizes, each about half the size of your usual marble. These are not cheap china knockoffs.

This is the real deal right there.

My tongue gave way to my lips. My lips came to a pout as I kissed Yiling’s pearl panty, pushing the string of pearls into the folds of her vagina.

Yiling : ernghhhh… ernghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Jeff : luprrz.z… slrupzzz… zhoottttttzzz… szhhhhhhooooottzzz…. Slruppzz..!!!



This is something new to me. I’ve never got the chance to lick something like this before. Yes, I’ve painted some of my former girl friends before and they loved it.

Beside the fleshly soft folds of her vagina lips, Yiling’s choice of panty gave my tongue something additional to play with.

The spinning, the pushing, it’s like I’m trying to play a new musical instrument with my tongue. I pushed my mouth towards Yiling’s love hole, trapping the pearls literally between both our lips.

My lips brought about countless waves of pleasure to her quivering pussy lips.



I pushed the pearls into the pussy, soaking it with her cunt juice before letting it come back out so I can suck on them.

Jeff :zhhhhooooottttttZZZ slurpppzzz…

Yiling : erhgnnnn !!!

As soon as I sucked the pearls dry and I could not longer taste the amazing juices from YIling’s privates, my tongue shoved it back into her vagina, causing her to send a spasm like shiver down her entire body.



Yiling : oh my god… erghhnnnn.. ernghhhhh !!!

Her clitoris is enlarged and peeking out from the smooth baby like folds of her skin. My mouth sucked onto the pearls and instead of using my tongue to tease her clitoris, I shook my head, rubbing the spherical pearls against the sensitive region.

Yiling’s moans immediately filled the whole room.

Her sucking of my cock stopped.

I could still feel her hot breathes on my dick.



She’s moaning, she tried to suck my cock but she was unable to work up a tempo.

Caught between receiving and giving pleasure, she succumbed to the sensation her vagina is feeling and decides to be on the receiving end.

Yiling : ernggg… ernghhh.. ernghhh … enghghghgh.. harrrrerghhh !!!

I grabbed onto her buttcheeks smouldering my face into the depths of her privates as I tongue whipped the pearls onto her wet clit.

My face never once stopped getting splashed with tiny squirts of her lubrication. Her natural secretions kept moistening my face. When I finally suck onto her engorged clitoris with my mouth taking with me the pearls at the same time, I felt as if a dam broke.


Yiling : eRGNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! aRGHH!!!erNGHH!!!!

Her legs quivered and she screamed, the hot breathes I was feeling on my cock increased in intensity.

If I was looking at her face on, Yiling would probably looked like she was trying to sing with my cock as a microphone.

She moaned with her face down, her mouth apart barely a few centimeters above my throbbing cock.

Yiling : egnhhhh.. ernghhh.. ernghhh !!!!


A gush of liquid wet my lips and chin. It came fast, and it stopped almost immediately.

Yiling’s moans turned to a smattering of pleas as she shook her head and asked me to stop.

Yiling : ernghh… erngh… no… no…. ernghh…. Stop.. .ernghhhhhhhhhh… noooooooo!!


I could feel her hands gripping my calves, trying to pull her bottom away from my mouth but she was too afraid to move as a large lump of her sensitive nerves were still sucked in my mouth.



Yiling  : ernghh…. Please… no… no… NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! eRNGHHHHHHH!!!

My cheeks sunk in as I emptied my mouth of air, filling it with the fleshy bits and folds of her vagina and clitoris and Yiling’s screams turned to curses.

Yiling  :eGNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NO!!! eRNGHH!!! FUCK!!!! eRNGHH!!!

She was shaking and going into a trance as she collapsed onto my leg with both her hands tapping the side of my thigh .

Yiling : ERNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! ARHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

I stopped, letting her abused clitoris pop out of my mouth as she moaned and panted for air.


I flipped her lifeless body off my legs and spread her legs.


I flipped away the matter hair on her forehead.


Yiling looked at me with eyes glazed over with tears brought about by her explosive orgasm.

She wanted to say something, but all that came out was a whimper when I touched my cock against the same set of pearls.

She shook her head, as if trying to tell me no but her eyes.

Her eyes told me she wanted more.


That eternal struggle of wanted that pain that you know will turn out to be pleasure eventually.

Yiling : ernghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

My cock pushed against the pearls, rubbing her sensitive love spot.

Her head shook again.


I grabbed onto her wrist, pinning them by the side of her head. My knees pushed her legs apart.

She’s still dressed. I like it that she’s still dressed.

I could push my cock in anytime but I took my time to get ready.

I could not resist touching YIing’s breast and feeling Yvonne’s bra. This is probably the closet I could get to having the best of both worlds.



I pressed my nose to smell YIling’s breast and her sister’s bra at the same time.

All breast have their own distinct smell. The scent that greeted my senses is intoxicating .

I touched her bra cups, feeling the lace in my hands, my fingers traced the rise of the bra straps , heading north up her shoulder. I played with that elastic band, tugging the strap upwards, taking in the visual treat of seeing her breast move at the same time.

Yiling : eNGHHH!!! Gasp ! …

I yanked the bra strap a little hard, taking her by surprise.

I’m sure Yiling know I’m the kind of guy that wants to be in control, but I’m sure as hell she underestimate the level of control I was seeking for my sexual gratification.

I pulled the bra strap higher and tighter.



What happens when you pull the bra strap of your girl upwards ? It lifts up her breast of course. You pull it too hard, you yank the bra cup off her breast.

You pull it at the right strength, it starts lifting her breast.

I pulled it, letting the elasticity of the strap do most of the work.

My fingers teased her breast like I’m teasing a fish with my fishing line.



Her left breast that was exposed moved, her breathing intensified.

My cock brushed against the row of pearls.
Yiling’s body was shaking.

I pushed the pearls, willing it to move like the pendulum of a clock, with each wave, it would rub against her pussy.

Sure, she’s probably had her pussy fucked and fingered before but i’m quite sure not in this manner.

I pulled the bra strap and I turned Yiling’s face to face it.



She moaned as I increased the pull of the strap slowly but surely, stretching it taut without dislodging the bra cup covering her full breast.

Yiling : ernghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I brought the bra strap to her mouth and she looked at me for a brief moment before she got the message.

I want her to bite it.


Yes.  I want to see the profile of her face, her pronounced nose, her distinct oriental features as I fuck her.

Not contented with just that, I wanted the energy generated by my thrusting to serve another purpose. I wanted each thrust, each jerk to translate to a pull of that bra strap , which in return will jiggle the round breast it was holding.



I pushed my cock towards the entrance of her labia, the wet pearls toyed with my pee hole of a couple of seconds before being pushed aside.

My cock finally ready the soft fleshy entrance. The vagina greeted me eagerly, all it took was a slight push and I could feel the love hole opening up.

It engulfed the girth of my cock as Yiling moaned like an animal with her teeth bared.

Her teeth is bared alright, and I could see her biting down on her bra strap.

I pushed my cock further and further inside her vagina and Yiling was fighting of the shivering spasm that came with her muscles trying to adjust to the foreign body part in her.

A part her body willingly engulfed.



Yiling : eRNGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!eeeeeeeeeekkkk!!!ernghh!!!

I buried myself all the way, bringing my face down to kiss YIling’s cheeks.

She was panting and moaning softly with each movement.

Jeff : don’t let go of the strap……

Yiling : ernghhhh ….

She nodded her head, a display of obedience that brought about another wave of arousal.



I started to work up a rhythm, fucking my cock all the way in before pulling it out, I like to pull it out really far, to the point that the girth of my dickhead is almost coming out before pushing it back in.

The difference in girth between my dickhead and my shaft is going to fuck with the muscles of Yiling’s vagina the same time I am fucking her.

Yiling  ; rnghhh !! ernghh !!.. ernghhh!


As her body moved, Yiling’s teeth held onto the bra strap as she moaned. She held on, she really did, and I could see her saliva wetting the strap.

The erratic breathing, the gasp of air, the smacking of my cock into her vagina. The sound, the scent in the air, the smell , the sweat forming around the brows of my head, everything came together like a well composed symphony.

The air I pushed into her vagina came out as wet pussy fart, the moans Yiling tried to suppress is music to my ears. I could even smell her saliva that is now wetting her shoulder after drenching the bra strap.

I made a mental note to lick and suck onto the same bra strap after I was done fucking her.

Yiling  : erngh… ernghhh.. ernghh !!!! ..eernghhhhh!!!
I paused, lifted one of Yiling’s legs and licked the sweat that had accumulated at the back of her knees.

Jeff : sluprrzz… zhoooooootxxzxz… arhhhhh…

Yiling : erngngg… ernghhh!!



I closed my eyes and I groaned, taking a pause in my thrusting. I could feel a bit of abrasion on the side of my cock caused by the chain of pearls.

I pulled my cock out and if I did not know better, a bystander would have thought I came inside Yiling already.

Plenty of her natural lube churned up into a thick glob exited her vagina with my cock.

I pulled down her panty, the soaked garment wetting my hands. My knees pushed Yiling’s already spread legs further apart. She turned to face me, her mouth letting go of the saliva soaked bra strap.

She reached for me with her mouth, there was a needy look in her eyes. She wants to be kissed.



Yiling :mmmmmhhh…. Hmmmm…

Her hands went around my back pulling me towards her. My erected cock easily found the entrance to her love hole and I allowed myself back into her.

The kissing went on for a minute or so after which we just exchanged looks and said nothing else. Nothing needs to be said.

I grind my body against her, nudging my cock inside her vagina and each nudge was met with a slight parting of her lips.
I wanted to feel the explosive feeling of my 1st orgasm soon.



I turned Yiling over on her stomach and she knew what I wanted. She got on her knees, offering up her behind. I kiss and smell the small of her back as my hands cupped her breast from behind. I kneaded and squeezed her love pillows as I felt my way down towards the sash she tired around the gown.

I released it and pulled it all out, netting myself a perfect length of ribbon to use as a bondage tool.

I could have tied her hands, but I didn’t want to. Instead, I went for her mouth. I slid the soft sash in front of her lips and YIling read me perfectly. Her lips parted and I pulled back.

Yiling : ernghh…

I twisted and coiled the remaining sash around my left hand and a gentle tug was all it took for me to control Yiling’s head. There was no need for me to nudge her legs apart anymore. The moment she took that sash in her mouth and allowed me to do that to her, she has relinquished all control.

Her knees parted slowly, as I lifted up the bottom of the night gown. She is a bit further away from me, I could have moved in to fuck her but no.

I wanted her to come to me.



Position my cock at the entrance, I tugged and jerk the sash I held like I was controlling a horse, Yiling moaned as she started to back herself into me.

Yiling : ernghhh… ernghhhh… egnhh!!!

Each time she backed up, my cock pushes a little into the vagina.

I tugged again, she backed some more.
It’s been a while since I felt so horny.
Yiling stopped moving, panting and moaning as her tight pussy adjust to my cock in that position. I could feel the muscles clamping down the thick part of my dickhead as she moaned.



I tugged her once more and there was a helpless whimper.

Yiling : ernghhh!!

When my cock is fully engulfed, I reached for the clasped of her bra and released her breast from that undergarment.

Bringing it up to my nose, I plastered it to my face as I started to fuck myself into her from behind.


The smacking filled the room and was immediately accompanied by Yiling’s moans.

Yiling  :ernghhh !!! ernghh ergnhhh… ernghhh..e nghhh..er gnhh… ernghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ernghh!!!!

Jeff :arghhhh!!! Ooorgghhhhh !!!

I sucked in the scent of Yiling’s breast from the bra cups as if I was deprived of oxygen as I fucked her. This sick act alone released enough endorphins into my brain to tease my pleasure nodes, second only to that of an orgasm.

Yiling :ernghhh.. ernghh..e rnghhh!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m…. erngn… I’m ….. oh my god… oh my god… ermmggnnnn..er gnnn….. I’m…. ernghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Yiling’s pussy contracted again as she screamed, her fingers digging into the bedsheets, yanking them out from under the pillow. I kept up my fucking as she screamed into a pillow that has fell infront of her.



I released the sash I was holding onto and held onto her bottom. She was trying to move away from me, I cannot allow that. She may be feeling sensitive after an orgasm but I haven had mine.

Jeff : efrghhhhh!!! Arghhhh!!!! ergHHHHH!!!

I’m almost there. I could feel the peak like the roller coaster cart reaching the summit.

One last deep breath followed as I exploded raw into Yiling.


Jeff : arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

My cock jerked and deposited at least a week worth of cum into her love hole. I pushed and grunted, moaning and groaning as I watch Yiling turn to look at me with her dishevelled hair.

I kept my cock inside her , and it was only after another long 2 second shiver that I finally pulled my cock out.

Yiling collapsed onto the side with her back facing me.

My left arm went around her waist and clawed her towards my body.

Yiling : ernghhhhhhhhhhh!!...



She reared her head to look at me and we kissed.

Yiling : oh my god…that was amazing…

Jeff : You…… are amazing…

We kissed again, panting into each other’s face.

I don’t know what time it was by then but we were both exhausted.

We collapsed and fell asleep.


I woke up with a jumped when I felt the bed move beside me.

My eyes struggled to adjust to the light that is coming in through the window.

Yiling hesitated for a second before straddling me.

Yiling : What are the chances of us meeting again after this is over … ?

I looked at her and shook my head.

Jeff : unlikely….

Yiling : I think so too….



My cock started to get hard again.

YIling bent down and I moaned as I felt the press of her erected nipples and warm breast on my face.

She pulled her tits away from my reluctant tongue.


Yiling : One more for the road ?

I nodded as Yiling checked the clock on the dresser table. It’s coming to 8am.

She laughed as I pulled her towards me.

Jeff : I think we have enough time for 2….



…………………………………..


The next round I had with Yiling is at a more relaxed pace.
Her tight love hole fit like a snug glove and I did not expect myself to cum first ahead of her.

Yiling took a while longer before going into spasm as she hugged her body onto mine, moaning and groaning by the side of my ears.



We lazed about in the bed for about 15 more minutes before getting up.

Breakfast is a combination of beer and the bag of chips I brought up the night before.

We showered separately and by the time we came out dressed, there was no doubt that the rendezvous we enjoyed earlier is official over.


Heading down to the living area, Yiling made coffee while both of us poured through the files Billy handed us.


5 minutes to 10, I could hear the engine of the van pulling up at the house’s driveway.

Billy remained in his van even though he waved to Yiling. He looked like he was talking on the phone.



The other vehicles started arriving shortly after that. Ben and his crew started to arrange photographs of Yiling and me around the house. There were even travel mementos that corresponded with props and stuff they photoshopped into the photos.

A large wedding shot of the 2 of us went up behind the bed in the master bedroom.
As I looked at Yiling in that gown with that plunging neckline, I should have asked if I could do her in that gown the night before.

Billy spoke with YIling for a moment before suggesting that we head to the study to start the project briefing.


Billy : Good morning… I hope you guys had enough time to digest the information I handed you earlier….

Neither of us replied and Billy went on with his brief.


Billy : We’ve had more time to talk with your sister and she is pretty sure this client of her’s is interested to use the established routes Benson had set up…. This is not surprising, how Benson is able to do it consistently and at such scale is something that has all his competitors scratching their heads…. Still…. The results speak for themselves…


Billy added that our instructions are to purely observe and make contact.

Billy : We do not know how many of them will turn up….. we don’t know who the client is… and if he or she is as secretive as Yvonne say they are….. they might just send a decoy…

Yiling : so what do we do after establishing contact… ?

Billy : we are not sure how this will play out but we have to play by ear. …. We want to put a face to this man for now….. find out what he wants exactly…. And we will take it from there….

Yiling : what if he suspect I’m not my sister ?? ….

Billy : I can’t answer that, you’ll have to smoke your way through…. I have here though, a rough facial sketch of the contact that approached your sister….. it’s not very clear… she’s still very stressed out…. And it’s been 6 months….


The photo sketch don’t look impressive, there is nothing about the contact that stands out at all. You can probably bring the photo to the streets and find a dozen of people that sort of fit into that category.

I watched Billy hand over Yvonne’s phone to Yiling before adding that the password to unlock it is 2235.

Billy went through all of Benson’s hardisk and server. There are a lot of information to sieve through and he need more time to see if anything might come up useful.

Billy : Yvonne is not sure about Benson’s smuggling route but she is pretty confident it’s via the sea….i found some information in Benson’s computer that collaborated with that information…..Benson owns a few floating kelongs , some of them very close to Malaysian waters….



Billy handed over the information and added that Benson also owns a holding company in Malaysia that owns and operated a few kelongs that is close to Singapore waters.

He looked at Yiling and told her that cameras will be set up in the house. It will capture everyone that walks through that door.

Billy : Put a face to the leader… and find out what he wants….that’s all…

Turning to me Billy said that he needed to have a private word with YIling.



I excused myself and went to the kitchen to see the 2 aunties stocking the cabinet with snacks and food. I went to the small wine cellar about the size of a walk-in wardrobe and took a peek.

One of the lady came over and started pulling bottles off the shelves before replacing them with those she brought.

Jeff : What are you doing ??


She replied that there are instructions to remove all bottles before 1996 and replace them with something else.

Oh this is definitely Owen. Has to be him.
That cheap bastard. This is not the first time he did this.

A perk of the job he once said when he relieved me of a bottle of Louis xiii Cognac after a project. I was reluctant to hand it over until he asked me to make a choice.

To keep the bottle or for him to look the other way as I empty the safe that is not supposed to be there.



I handed it over and made him promise he would share that.

I never saw that bottle again.

The safe turned out to be a good decision for me. There’s almost 20k in different currency not to forget the 3 pieces of 100gm gold bars.

If we were to follow regulations strictly, all these stuff needs to be catagorised and sent back to the company, but the nature of our jobs made us crooks to start with.


Owen understood the need for people like us to have a backup. A stash somewhere.
A small pot of gold to start a new life after retirement.

I went back out into the living area and Ben was just about done with his stuff.

His guys are putting the finishing touches onto the displays. He handed me a small album about the size of your diary.


Jeff : what’s this…

He smiled but said nothing.

I opened the 1st page and I just froze.

They were pictures Yiling and me. They are all from the shoot the night before.

It’s a book of specially curated shots that Ben chose.

Everyone told a story. Most of them are casual candid shots, taken when YIling and I were not ready. None of them were edited yet you could tell from the way we were looking at each other in the photos that we are attracted to each other.


The sexual tension that I felt the day before were clearly reflected in the photos. There was even a shot of me looking at Yiling’s legs as she slipped into her pair of heels.

Ben turned to make sure no one is within earshot before saying that for once, he wished he was me.

Ben : I wished I was you for just a few hours man….


Jeff: hahah….

Ben : keep it properly… it’s a souvenir…. See you when I see you…

I gave him a nod of appreciation as Ben gestured to his crew to wrap it up and took his leave.

Heading back to the study I saw Billy and Yiling deep in conversation with her looking particularly stressed.


I knocked and they stopped talking.

Jeff : All ok ?

Billy : yeah… we’re just about done….

Billy introduced to the 4 men that will be assigned to us as our so call security personnel.

Billy : they’re trained , they’re armed….


Yiling : Wouldn’t that be suspicious…. If they are armed ?

Billy : Hey come on… you guys are drug dealers…. Don’t worry…. The guns don’t exists… serial numbers filed off…. Different models…

By 11.20am, the entire house was cleared of non-essential personnel.


I went through our cover story with Yiling a few times over a simple lunch prepared by the aunties.


Yiling held onto the phone wherever she went, even into the toilet.

The agreement between Yvonne was that they will be in contact with her that evening, and the meeting will take place in the house.



7pm


The staff whipped up a simple dinner for Yiling and I and we ate while we quiz each other about the role we are playing.


7.50pm

I had just opened up a bottle of wine when the phone rang.


Yiling took a look and she gave me a wave before answering it.

Yiling : hellow… yes….yes… how are you….. good… good…… that’s good to know…. Right…. Right….. sure…. We’ll be waiting…..alright…. I’ll text you the address…. Right…. See you…


Yiling hung up and said the contact is ready.


She text them the address of the place we are in and I saw her got up, heading to the room to get changed.


Yiling appeared in a modest looking dress without bra. I could see the push of her nipples against the fabric as she checked her hair in the mirror.

I poured myself another glass of wine and I remained at the dining table.

Yiling : I know you are nervous… but please don’t get drunk….

Jeff : ermmm… ok….

She drained her glass of wine and I topped it up for her.



8.45pm

One of the security guys assigned to us told Yiling that our guest has arrived.

Yiling : let them in…

I remained in my seat and sipped my wine.


Yiling opened the door and I could tell she was nervous. She was playing with her fingernails and she was pacing a little by the front door.

From where I sat, I could see a convoy 3 vehicles. Normal sedan cars in different colours. You wouldn’t even give them a 2nd look if you pass them along the road.

The engines stopped and the doors opened at the same time.

I felt my heartrate increase a little as I looked at the 15 men that just got out of the 3 vehicles.

1 driver 4 passenger in each car. They were packed to the brim.


Yiling was a little taken aback with the number of people and she turned, giving me a look.


A middle age man stepped forward with his hands stretched.

Freddy : Hi hi… Yvonne…. Nice to meet you finally… I’m Freddy…..

Yiling: Hi…. Freddy…..

Freddy : wow… you look better in person…. Better than your beauty pageant photos… haha…


Yiling smiled and gestured towards the interior of the house, inviting our guest in.

Something is off.

Freddy did not strike me as the kind of man that is in charge.


He’s as nervous as Yiling as he stepped into the house.

He saw me sitting at the table and he waved to me as if he and I were acquaintance.

The gold watch on his wrist, the gold chain around his neck, the multiple rings and the ostentatious leather shoe, this is overkill.

I turned my attention to the rest of the men that filed into the house after that.


6 of them were looking at me.

3 of them caught my attention.


While the rest looked around with the same level of curiously when you enter a new place, that particular 3 stood out.


One of them looked to be in his early sixties. He has a permanent frown on his forehead and he as staring at the assigned guards that are looking down from level 2.
The other is too young. His shifty eyes gave him away immediately.

He spent too long looking at each and everything from the aunties to the photos on display.

Our eyes met and he stared at me. He looked at me with a kind of rudeness you would expect from a impulsive young man. Not that I’m very old but the work I do just sort of ages me mentally.



This brings us down to the last man.

A middle age man same like Freddy.

He’s cautious, he observes without being too obvious.

He made sure someone is in front of him most of the time.

When he looked at me, it was only for a couple of seconds before looking away.


Yiling : Freddy ….. meet my husband…. Benson…


I remained in my seat as I looked at Freddy who paused and looked at Yiling.

Freddy : Yvonne… I ermm…. Correct me if I’m wrong… but…. I’ve seen you on articles with your husband before and….. ermmmm….

Yiling remained calm and offered nothing more than a slight smile.

Yiling : Freddy…. This is my husband…. The one you saw…..is our employee….



That puzzled look and not knowing what to do is more than enough to give his game away.
He’s definitely not the one in charge.

Freddy  h… well…well… hahaha… I mean… ermmm … he…. Your husband… he looks very young ah… hahaha… well maintained I’m sure….hahaha.. you also look so good… hahah…

Freddy looked around the house and he was unsure how to proceed.

He looked like he wanted to turn around and ask for instructions but he stopped himself.


Yiling : given the nature of business we are in…. I’m sure you can understand why…. My husband choose to remain outside the limelight….

Freddy : hahah.. yes… yes… of course… of course… I also value my privacy… haha..yes…so… so… ermm… yes… Benson… brother… nice to meet you… haha


I did not say anything and I just looked at a overly friendly Freddy.

All eyes were on me by then but I remained in my seat. I sipped my wine and I looked at Freddy who was trying his best to give me his best smile.

Yiling : Dear…. Ermm… are you going to say something ??

Freddy hesitated for a moment before walking over quickly to me with his hands stretched.

Freddy : Come.. come….let’s talk shop…. Hahah…


I did not take his hand.

I could see Yiling glaring at me as the entire group waited for me to move.

It only takes 2 seconds for the situation to turn awkward. Just imagine you trying to shake the hand of someone who doesn’t want to take it.

Freddy :errrmm…. Hahaha… haha… er… Yvonne… your husband had too much to drink already is it… haha…

He kept his hand and wiped his palms at the back of his pants.

I grabbed a wine glass and poured a glass of wine for Freddy.


He started smiling and laughing again as he received the glass of wine.

Freddy : hahaha.. wow… wow… man of few words… hahaha… I like your husband already….

Yiling by then was caught between murdering me with her eyes and keeping up a smiling front.


Jeff : Freddy…..

Freddy : yes… yes… Benson brother….

Jeff: I’ve had a long day….

Freddy : me too … me too… we all had a long day…. Let’s get this over and done with shall we….

I drained my wine and addressed the whole group at once.

Jeff : Why don’t you guys discuss among yourselves…. And when you make up your mind, get the decision maker to join us in the study….

Freddy was taken aback for a brief moment before smiling again, saying that he is capable of making all the decision.


Freddy : Alright then… let’s do this… I can make the decision….

I looked at Freddy and shook my head.

Jeff: No …. Not you…

Yiling : dear !!.. what’s wrong with you !...

The amount of movements in her eyes as she glared at me could only mean either she wanted me to shut up or she wanted to murder me there and then. I strongly suspect it’s the latter.


Yiling : If you are drunk … then I suggest….

Jeff : I’m not drunk….i just don’t like to waste time….

Yiling’s eyes widened and she smiled in an apologetic manner towards Freddy as she asked me to step aside for a word.



The oldest of the trio I flagged pushed his way to the front.

Old man : You’ve got some balls to be talking like this to my boss….

Jeff : Your boss…… really ?


I grabbed my glass of wine and I splashed it at Freddy.



Freddy : waoshh…. Woah… fuck !!... woah…

There was a suddenly compacting of bodies and movement. The tension in the room went up a notch and the old man reached into the back of his pants, keeping his hands there as he stared at me with his wild, animal like eyes.

Yiling : Dear !!! you’re drunk !!



Jeff : I find it hard to believe… that I did that… and none of you reacted…..

Freddy ; i…what….the….I….

Freddy was at a lost for words and he looked behind him.



The entire mass of bodies now surround the remaining 2 of the trio I flagged.

Freddy : if…. If you are not interested to… to talk business.. then I say we get the fuck out of here…. Fucking waste of my time !!!

His outburst came too late and as Yiling tried to sooth the frayed nerves, the middle age man that was hiding behind the others all along finally came out. He slowly made his way to the front and our eyes met again.



As the came closer, i could see he is well groomed. His poker face gave nothing away.

He walked slowly towards me and our eyes never left each other.

He came closer, stopping right before the imaginary line I drew in my head to define if someone violated my personal space.

Neither one of us spoke .



He nodded slightly at me and by then, Yiling had started to ask me if I needed a hot drink to sober up.

Yiling : Dear !! you need a cup of hot tea ?? … you better stop drinking that bottle of wine…. !! DEAR !!! I’m talking to you… !

The man put 2 fingers up to Yiling with a reassuring smile.

Man : it’s ok Yvonne…. Let’s talk in the study….


Yiling : what ? ….

I slowly stepped back and stretched out my hand towards the study room.

Another wave of his 2 magical fingers was all it took for his men to remain behind. Freddy relaxed significantly, knowing that his role is over.

I turned to look at the guards assigned to us.

1 is at the guardhouse by the main gate. The other 3 by then had positioned themselves on the ground floor close to Yiling and me.


Yiling : erm.. oh.. let’s talk in the study….

We entered the study and settled into the plush armchair.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarette.

Man : may I ?


Jeff : No you may not….

He looked at me for a couple of seconds before bursting into a laugh.

Stretching out his hand , he smiled and made his introduction.


Ed : Call me Ed….. I’ve always ……always…. Been very curious about how you manage to build up an empire like this….. now that I met the real Benson….. I finally understand… haha..

Yiling’s jaws were slightly opened as I smiled and extended my hand towards Ed.

Jeff : do I give you the impression that I am not capable ? ….



Ed : hahahah… well…. Let’s just say the public face you have chosen … don’t necessary project a façade of confidence….. hahah..

Jeff : What can I say… good help are hard to come by….


Ed laughed heartily as I reached across my desk and offered Ed a cigar from the humidor.


Ed : I thought you didn’t like smoking hahaha….

Ed took one and helped himself to the windproof lighter after cutting the end off the cigar.

Jeff : I don’t… those things will kill you….

Ed : hahah…


I cut one cigar for myself and lit it with the same lighter after Ed is done with his.

Ed : What about these ….? These will kill you too…. Haha


Jeff : death comes to us all….

Ed : hahaha…. True… true….


Yiling looked on without a word. I wonder what is going through her head.

Her work is essentially done. We’ve identified the man in charge.

The hidden cameras in the house would have taken care of the rest.

Jeff : so….what can we do for you…..Ed…..


He wasted no time and went straight to the point.

Ed : I want you…. To bring somethings in for me…… I can pay… but discretion is of utmost importance….


Jeff : If we weren’t discreet…. We wouldn’t be here having this conversation…

Ed grinned and shook his cigar towards me as he eyed Yiling.

Ed : wow….if I knew the Benson… I would have started to work with you long ago… hahaha.. haha…

I smiled and waited for him to continue.


Without breaking a beat, he quickly rattled off what he wanted.

Ed : monthly shipments…. Across the causeway…. No questions asked…nothing bigger than a 28 inch suitcase….
I could feel my heart beating faster as I looked at Ed.

He could sense the hesitation in me.

Ed : I can pay… and it will be more that what you make from what you currently bring in….

Jeff : The stuff I bring in….do you….

He cut me off before I could continue.


Ed : those are nothing….a couple of KG here, a few KG there….how long do you intend to keep doing this…. ?? …

I narrowed my eyes and leaned back in my chair.


Ed : What’s the max you can bring in….? huh ? … 20kg ? …. And how much of those do you get to actually keep minus the little mishaps along the way….. 10 ?

Jeff : You’ve been doing your homework….

Ed : haha… well…let’s put it this way….bring my stuff in for a year or 2…. I guarantee you will be far happier with the rewards my friend….


Jeff : I would prefer to keep this relationship purely professional….. we’re not friends….

Ed gave a hearty laughed as he slapped his thigh and shook his cigar at me again, dropping ashes onto the study floor.


Ed : You’ve got balls….. you’ve got balls hahahahah… I like you…. I like you…. Haha…


I took a puff from my cigar and I asked Ed how does he want to deal.

Ed pulled a plain white card out from his pocket with a number and an email address on it.

Ed : We pay cash…. In any currency you like…. Just let us know where to wait for our ride across the border…..


Yiling stepped forward and took the card. That would guarantee a bonus and compliment from Owen for sure.

Yiling : Thank you Ed….. look forward to doing business with you….

Ed laughed and he appraised YIling’s body before looking at me.


Ed : You are a lucky man Benson… hahah…lucky man…. Benson Liu Guan Jun

I was puzzled as to why he said Benson’s full name but he quickly added that my Chinese name, Guan Jun translates to champion.
With his hands apart, Ed added that he looked forward to working with a champion.


Ed : Looking forward to a mutually rewarding relationship my friend… hahahah…

Ed stood up and so did i.

He came forward for a hug and I took it.

As our bodies part I looked at Ed and added with a smile.


Jeff : May I boldly ask then…. What is my new friend’s name ?

Ed’s eyes widened in surprise before he laughed heartily, his expression a mix of amusement and new found curiosity.

Ed : You can call me ED…….but my friends….…. My friends call me Chan…..

Jeff : oh….. Ed Chan ..


I walked Ed to the study’s door and opened it.


Right before he stepped out, he formally introduced himself.

Ed : My name…. is Edward……….. Fernando …………..Chan…..


………………………………….


Jeff : That sounds like a name I won’t forget anytime soon… haha ….

Ed : beast of a name isn’t it ?........well then…. Benson… what do your friends call you ??

I smiled and added as we got to the front door.



Jeff : My friends…… get to meet the real me….the rest….can talk to my employee…

I finished my statement with a wide smile, and it took Ed a second longer to catch on.

Ed : hahahahah….. hahaha…. Alright ….. hahaha….. good… good…. Hahaha…



Right before he gets into his car, he spoke directly to Yiling.

Ed : Yvonne…. It was lovely meeting you… thank you for setting this up….

YIling smiled and gave a slight bow but said nothing.


The man that claimed to be Freddy opened the trunk and handed Yiling a brown envelope.

She took it without a word. The reward for setting this up and making the introduction that would have gone to Yvonne.


Ed : Benson..

I gave him a parting nod.



Jeff : Chan….

He got into his car with his cigar and Yiling came over to my side.

My hands went around her waist, taking the last bit of liberty with her body before this is over.

We watched the convoy go around the water feature before disappearing down the driveway.

When the last vehicle lest the estate, Yiling turned towards me and gave me a playful smack with the envelope.

Yiling : what the hell man !!

Jeff : what ? haha.. it’s done… just need to know who’s in charge right….



Yiling gave me an irritated look as she tried to pull herself away from me.

Jeff ; I could tell that Freddy is fake from a mile away….

Yiling : what makes you so sure ?? !! he’s got that boss look written all over him…

Jeff :.. he’s too loud….. base on my experience… people in the trade keeps a low profile… we are not shooting a HK triad movie…..besides… He’s literally looking at your breast when he’s talking to you…. Come on…



Yiling gave me a sideway glare as she walked back into the house.

I smiled as I watch her approaching on of the guards and asked for his phone.

She made the phone call, probably calling it in to report that it’s over.

I went to the dining table and topped up my glass of wine.


Yiling came over a moment later and told me that she noticed a young guy taking photos of the house.

Yiling : With his mobile phone…..snapping away….he took a photo of me as well….

Jeff : That’s because you’re hot…. And that dress looks good on you….

Yiling ignored my comment, replying only after she topped up her wine.


Yiling : Thank you for the compliment…. If we are alone I might just sleep with you again….

Jeff : we could go into the room and….

Yiling : In your dreams Jeff…. Ahahah


I laughed and we waited for the clean up crew to arrive so they can reinstate the place to it’s original order.

Yiling’s phone rang several times , so did the crew that was assigned to us.

At one point, even the Auntie that was in the kitchen was on the phone.

I quietly observed everything and waited.



Sooner or later, Billy would be here to update me about the situation.

What I did not expect though was for the wait for be almost 4 hours.

By the time it came to 1am in the morning, I was kind of looking forward to spend the night as husband and wife with Yiling again.


7th June 2013
1am

By then I was pretty sure there’s been some changes to the game plan. Billy arrived and he spoke with Yiling immediately.

I could see she was unhappy with something but I could not make out what was being said.


After that short conversation with Billy, both of them came over to me.

Billy : Hi Jeff…. Thank you for the help in this matter…. We will take over from here….

Jeff : What ? ….

Yiling looked at me but said nothing.

Billy handed me a thumb drive.



Billy : Inside here is all the information you need for your superiors…I’m sure it will net you a good promotion….. before we part ways, I need to let you know that we will be in touch with your superiors with regards to your involvement in this operation…. I hope that you will not say a word of what happened here to anyone….

Billy delivered that speech what I had no doubt was rehearsed beforehand.

There was no clean up crew with him.

The security staff and the aunties did not show signs of getting ready to leave. It quickly dawned on me what Owen wanted to do.

He wanted the ruse to continue.


Everything would be where it is as they find out more about that mysterious client and what he wanted to bring in.

Billy : you will be returned to your post overseas Jeff… and ermm….

Billy said he will be giving me a lift out of the estate after I said my goodbyes.


I wasn’t expecting it to end like this but the time for questions will come later.

Right now, Yiling was standing in front of me, a project folder in 1 hand and 2 phones in the other.

It was an awkward moment as we stood in the middle of the living room.

Yiling : well… ermm… I guess … this is it….

I find it hard to look at her in the eyes at that moment.

Jeff : ermm.. i…erm… I guess so….

Yiling : I doubt we will be seeing each other again yeah…. Hahha…

Jeff : haha… i.. I don’t know….



I opened my arms and Yiling came into my embrace without a need for further invitation.

It was a snug and reassuring 5 second hug before our bodies parted. This is weird on so many level.

We knew other for only a short period of time yet the level of intimacy we share is much more. Perhaps what they say is true, in times of crisis, it’s easier to make true friends. I don’t know if I consider us friends though, especially we will probably not meet again.

I will definitely miss that body of hers.

Owen must have his reasons for pulling me out.


Perhaps he felt I outstayed my usefulness, and it’s time for Yiling to run the show. You can’t expect to have someone holding your hand all the time. This would be a good experience for her. Everything is all set up and connected. Just don’t fuck it up.

All Owen needed to do was to pull the strings from behind the scene and Yiling can continue playing the role of the mistress of the house. Money, power and experience will come flowing in. I bet it’s a matter of time before she rises up the ranking within the company.

There is no point being wishy washy with the parting. We are all adults, not some adolescent engaging in puppy love.


I went up to the room to pick up the clothes that I came in, not forgetting the album of photos Ben gave me as a souvenir.

I grabbed a bag and stuffed everything in. Just when I was about to leave, I saw the pair of heels that Yiling wore on the 1st day. I went closer with a mix of curiosity and perverted thoughts.

I removed the heel and checked out the sharp dagger hidden beneath. I slid the dagger back in and checked out the workmanship of that heel. This is some good shit.


The connection of the joints is seamless. The weight of the dagger feels perfectly balanced in my hand. It’s a nice piece of work, by a professional craftsman. I could only think of 1 person in the country capable of producing work like this and discreet enough to keep his mouth shut.

Afterall, he’s the one that crafted my own knives.

I orientated the pair of heels trying to see what other secret it holds when Yiling appeared by the front of the door. I froze for a second as I realised that perhaps I had been holding that pair of heels a little too close to my face as I examined it.


Jeff : fuck… no…. I can explain.. please….it’s not what you think…

Yiling had a funny smile on her face with her left eyebrow raised.

Yiling : I know most guys have a fetish with heels but you sure take it to another level….

Jeff : No… no… I can explain….

Yiling smiled and said it’s fine.


Yiling : No need to explain Jeff… it’s ok… we slept together…. We had sex… it’s normal…perfectly normal….


Jeff : No…. listen… I was…



She put up her palm as she walked slowly towards me, nodding her head with her eyes partially shut, she kept mouthing ‘it’s ok’ to me silently as she tried to stifle a smile.

Picking up her pair of heels, she presented it to me.

Yiling : for you… it’s ok… you can keep it… I wore it less than 5 times…

Jeff : no…. no… please… i…


Yiling just nod and smile, repeating her silent “ it’s ok “ . This time adding a ‘I understand’ behind it.

I sighed as she turned it over before handing it to me.

Yiling : There’s something at the back….see…

She pulled out the dagger which I already knew before putting it back in.


My mouth was open, I wanted to speak but nothing came out.



Yiling grabbed my bag and put her pair of heels in before helping me zip it up.

She gave me a sisterly tap on my arm before walking me out of the room with her arms around my shoulder.

Yiling : I’m glad you took that and not the pearl undies Jeff….hahaha…..personally I can accept the heel fetish part…..

Jeff : Oh god….. how can I explain myself out of this…..


Yiling laughed and when I got to the corridor, Billy was there waiting.


She saw Billy and she regained her composure. Clearing her throat, she stretched out her hand and I shook it firmly.

Jeff : It’s been a pleasure …. Yiling ….


She laughed.

Yiling : the feeling of pleasure is mutual… haha…

We gave each other a curt nod before I followed Billy down the stairs and straight to his vehicle.

I gave Yiling a wave as she stopped by the bottom of the stairs, choosing not to walk me to the door.



The moment we got into Billy’s van, the first thing he said was ;

Billy : you fucked her right….. tell me you fucked her…..

Jeff :…. A gentlemen don’t kiss and tell….


Billy : ok… you definitely fucked her….

Billy laughed and started the engine.

En route back to office, I asked Billy what Owen has planned for Yiling .

Billy : your guess is as good as mine…. All I know was that she is to continue playing the role of Yvonne….indefinitely….

Jeff : Seems like Owen is keen to fill the void of Benson….


Billy : He is… Benson’s position is a treasure mine of information…..and you know Owen…. Nothing is more valuable than information…

Jeff : True…

I stretched out in the car seat as Billy told me both Yvonne and her son has been relocated to a temporary shelter courtesy of the government.

Billy : as long as Yiling is playing her sister… they will be kept safe and out of sight…

Jeff : What about Benson’s men….


Billy : I doubt they will see the light of day anytime soon….. they saw your face… know what you can do…. All of them former inmates…. A couple with outstanding arrest warrants…. My guess is Owen will make sure they never talk….

I let out a loud yawn as I took in them empty roads at 2am in the morning.


I’m looking forward to a good sleep.

Billy told me Owen is waiting for the debrief report before he board his flight back from Japan.



Jeff : what’s he doing there ? …

Billy : He’s not saying…. But I know wants to meet you tomorrow.

Jeff : …. What about my break ?

Billy : no rest for the wicked…


Billy dropped me off in office before driving off.

I went back up to office and finished up some admin work that Owen wanted after each project. It’s a hassle but it gets him off my back and I need that to get my bonus payment.

No one wants to drag when money is involved.



By the time I left office at 5am, I saw the stall owners of the café starting their day.

Lala saw me walking out from the lift and he waved eagerly to me.


Lala : Jeff…. Jeff !!... come…. Kopi O kosong !!! Kopi O kosong.!!

I was exhausted but the thought of a piping hot cup of coffee sounds inviting.


I gave him a thumbs up and went over to the stall.

Steam rise from the respective stalls as the 1st round of water boiled.

I waved to Lala’s father and placed an order for kaya toast and eggs on top of the coffee Lala is preparing.

It felt like a long time since I last sat down at the café even though it has been barely a week. The quiet and empty café, the stall owners hard at work. The sun will rise in a while and the hustle and bustle of the office tower will start off all over again.
I could hear Lala scraping the crispy crust of the toasted bread with the cover of a milk tin.

Looking back, he lather up a generous spread of Kaya and butter. I could almost taste the sweet salty combination in my mouth. He gave me a wave and I went over to pick it up.

I cracked the perfectly cooked half boiled eggs and let it drop with a jiggle onto the saucer. It’s really the simple things in life that gives us satisfaction.

I was about to stand up and go grab the soy sauce & pepper when it was set down in front of me.

I looked up and I was shocked to see Xuehua in front of me.


She looked so fresh and radiant at 5am in the morning. It really came as a surprise out of the blue. More so because I did not see her coming over. I’m usually very aware of situations and people around me.

I had to blink a couple of times before my brain manage to process what my eyes are seeing.

Xuehua : Morning….

Jeff : oh….ermmm….. good morning….



She’s an early riser. Xuehua was dressed in a blue singlet from an annual marathon that I participate occasionally. Beneath that loose blue singlet hid a figure-hugging black sports bra.

I could not make out what she was wearing beneath but the thought of seeing her toned legs, perhaps a pair of sexy running shorts sent blood rushing to my groin.

Xuehua : what are you doing here so early in the morning…. ?

Jeff : well… I ermm… I just left work…

Xuehua : wow…..what do you do for a living ?

As if appearing out of the blue without me realising is not shocking enough, Xuehua spoke as she raised up both her hands to tie her hair.

She stood up to signal to Lala for a drink and as she did so, I saw that pair of soul snatching legs disappear into the pair of grey running shorts.


My erection got harder as my eyes settled on her hairless armpits as she looked down, lifting the back of her hair upwards for her hands to reach it.
You see, if you are looking down from that height, you would be looking down at the table or the floor, but Xuehua kept her eyes on me while waiting for my answer. So picture this, with her head pointing down, her eyes looking up at you while she ties her hair, god, it brings back images of the time when I have girls looking at me with their eyes pointing upwards.


They would usually be on their knees, head down, eyes up.

With her shapely figure, her exposed armpits, I get a shiver in my cock as 5ml of precum just deposited itself on my stretched underwear.

Xuehua : it’s ok if you don’t want to share… hahah.. I’m not forcing you… haha..

She sat back down and gave her tight pony tail a light shake, amused with the frozen state I was in.

Jeff : oh… no.. no.. no… I mean.. yeah… I ermm.. I’m a consultant….yeah…. a consultant…

Xuehua : hmmm… ok…. What do you consult on ? …

Jeff : ermm…. Waste disposal….and ermm….. waste management…

Xuehua : hmmm… right…. Sounds… boring.. haha..

I laughed as she thanked Lala for her bottle of water.

Jeff : you going for a run ? … at this time in the morning ? ….

Xuehua : yeah…. Why not…

Jeff : this is… little india… aren’t you…err…

Xuehua : hahah… come on… this is Singapore….chill man… haha

Jeff : well… you…. A girl has to take care of herself …. Don’t put yourself in harm’s way and all… you know…



Xuehua gave me a raised eyebrow as she grabbed her bottle and got up.

Xuehua : er… ok…. I’m been running everyday for many years…. I stay a couple of streets away..…. I’m still here… haha… alright…. See you around Jeff….

Jeff : what about you…. What do you do for a living ?

Xuehua burst into laughter.



She shook droplets of condensed water from the bottle at me before adding with an amused smile.

Xuehua : I sell chicken rice Jeff….. in case you haven noticed..…. Hahaha…

Jeff : hahaha

Xuehua : eggs are getting cold….



She gestured to my breakfast before waving goodbye.

Jeff : bye….. see you…

As I turned and waved to Xuehua heading out of the café, I could see the expression I had on my face. Yes, it’s that same sick lovelorn look Billy describe at sick.

I can’t help it.



Seeing an angel early in the morning, that has to be a good sign isn’t it ? I would have wanted to wait and catch Xuehua again, to see her body peppered with droplets of sweat but I was too tired.

I finished my breakfast and went back home. A cold shower followed and I collapsed into my bed, part of me wishing I was back at Benson’s place with Yiling by my side.



I woke up at 1pm and saw a message from Owen for me to call him.

It turns out that he just touched down in Singapore not too long ago.

Owen : You up ?

Jeff : I’m talking to you ain’t it ?

Owen : I need to make a visit to the Japanese association….

Jeff : why…going for a tea ceremony ? …



Owen ; I wish…. It’s work…. I can only bring 1 employee with me…

I felt a rush of adrenaline hitting me. Owen has his own group of men that he works with on official assignment that requires a bit more careful planning. When the occasion calls for it, he has his own bodyguards.

The last time he asked me to accompany him on a 1 on 1 basis, we met with a North Korean official on a yacht anchored off Lazarus island south of Singapore. The party really started when the Iranians arrived on a separate Yacht.



The tensed meeting lasted for 2 hours before hands were shook and everyone left with a smile.

Owen never told me what was discussed but he was visibly relieved after it was over.

The wait for me though outside the room in which the discussion was held, is anything but pleasant.

It’s embarrassing.


When the powers to be are in the room deep in discussion, there are all but 3 men standing outside. All employees of the men inside the room.
A north Korean, A Iranian and yours truly, me.

The captains of the vessels gathered for drinks and smokes in the North Korean’s Yacht.
There is nothing hostile, no stare downs or anyone trying to show who has the biggest cock. We’re all just doing our job.

You see, the 3 of us speak different languages, if they knew English, they did not let it show.



We communicated with basic nods, eye contact and body language.

Both of them were looking at me from top to bottom, probably thinking you cannot fucking get more Singaporean than this in terms of dressing.

Fucking Owen told me we’re heading out to sea. On a yacht. How would you dress up ?

I came in shorts, flip flops and t-shirt only to be handed a Browning Semi automatic handgun by Owen. In case anything go wrong he says.

Where the fuck does he expect me to keep that when I’m in shorts and slippers.
A pistol is heavy. A fully loaded pistol with a full magazine, is heavier.



It’s fucking heavy and I can only tuck it in my pocket. I might as well hang it around my neck. Even a blind man could see the entire outline of what I was carrying.

Owen assured me it’s fine, that the other guys would be carrying as well.

I wanted to jump into the water when I saw our North Korean counterpart.

Dressed in smart attire of pants and polo T, he had a fucking rifle sling around his neck when he came onboard with a modified version of the AK 47.

The Iranian came onboard with a FAJR 224, their equivalent of the American’s M4 carbine.



He too had pants and a long sleeve shirt on with a smart rifle sling to boot. He made no attempt to hide the sidearm he was carrying behind too. A glock pistol fitted snugly in a leather holster.

I have never felt so embarrassed before in my life. The look they gave is not condescending, nor do they look down on me or anything, it’s one of bewilderment.

Puzzled and bewilderment.

The same puzzled look first time visitors to the island gives when they see us walking everywhere in flipflops and shorts.

We exchanged smiles, they kept 1 hand on their weapon, I kept 1 hand on the top of my pants because it’s fucking drooping to 1 side. Beach berms brother, beach berms, loose and relax one, now it’s hanging off my right as if my testicles is a lot heavier on that end.



30 minutes into the awkward quiet wait, the Iranian pointed to the weapon in my pants and gestured what is it .
I twisted my body a little , offering up the end of the pistol grip that is poking out.

Jeff : browning…

He gave a ‘ahhhh’, nodding his head and added a thumbs up sign.

Iranian : nice… I like too….


The North Korean gestured to my dropping pants before pointing to his shiny belt buckle with his country’s flag on it. He must be wondering why I’m not wearing a belt if my pants are dropping.

I manage an awkward smile and shook my head, waving my hand and added that I didn’t have one with me.


The North Korean offered everyone smokes and when seeing I needed to hold onto my pants, offered to light it for me.


As we puffed away with the gentle sea breeze on our faces, the man opposite me probably think we’re seriously underfunded.

Right before we parted after the meeting, the North Korean chap waved to me and he passed me a leather holster with a badge of their supreme leader for my pistol. The Iranian whistled as their yacht pulled up along side before he gave me his own belt.

Owen watched the exchange in amusement.

Owen : Wow a friendship gift !!... you’ve been busy while I’m in the meeting… you will make a good diplomat.

I was considering whether to use the pistol or belt against Owen.



Owen : What did you give them in exchange ??

Jeff : Nothing…. Fucking nothing,… you asked me to come to a yacht…. I bought half a dozen of old chang kee curry puff…it’s still sitting there on the table…

He laughed.

I refused to speak with Owen for the trip back to the island.


I returned him the pistol as we pulled into the berth and told him next time, brief me properly so I can get ready.

Owen : What’s wrong with you ? … everything went pretty well what….

Jeff : They brought automatic weapons brother…. I have a pistol stuffed in my pocket with my pants about to drop…. Simi lan jiao ? (WTF) if they want us dead, we will be at the bottom of the sea by now…

Owen : haha.. we’re host…what you want me to bring…. Next time I give you GPMG….. mount in front of the boat… gum bo……chill la… I buy you a drink…

Jeff : aarghhh… go away go away… leave me alone..



Now that Owen is asking me to get ready for something like this again, I have to be prepared.

Jeff : inside the Japanese association ? … not embassy ?

Owen : no… it’s a bit sensitive… the topic of discussion…. We cannot meet in the embassy….

Jeff : Is this why you went to Japan ?

Owen : yes and no…

Jeff : ok… let me get this straight this time…. I don’t want to be a fucking embarrassment again…

Owen : wah lau… it’s been so many years…. Fuck..


Jeff : simple….my question is simple…. Do I carry or not…. ?

Owen hesitated for a few seconds before replying me.

The diplomat in him must be thinking of how to be tactful in this instance.

He has to. You wouldn’t want anyone walking into your place with a weapon , then again, it is our own duty to take care of ourselves.

It’s his job to be diplomatic.

My job is to make sure we don’t fucking die.

I don’t want to die, not yet. I still have bucket lists to fulfil.


Owen : well…. Maybe something discreet…..

Jeff : Oh no… no… no…. be more specific…

Owen :alright fuck you know what… no guns…. Clear ? we’re not in the middle of the fucking ocean…. You pull a trigger the entire neighbourhood will hear you….

Jeff : ok…. No guns… fine…


Owen : discreet brother… discreet… discreet and impactful……..keep me alive…. I still want to withdraw my CPF for retirement… meeting is at 7pm this evening… do me a favour, bring Billy to the Pawnshop… he needs to open an account….


Jeff : what… why me ? …

Owen : He has your bonus from your latest project by the way….

Jeff : I’ll contact him right away…


I gave Billy a call after Owen hung up to meet him in Chinatown at 2pm.



The pawnshop might look like any other you see along the street. In fact, there is nothing out of the ordinary when you look at it. It’s been in business since 1960.

Staffed with men and women who looked like they can hardly see, people from all walks of life drop in and conduct their business. Old men with white hair squint their eyes trying to put a value to the small trinkets of gold brought in by those that needed some cash.



Old bargain hunters peering hard at the cases of gold and watches for sale, the glass covering the items already yellow with age.
The sound of abacus clicking fill the air, punctuated with that of a creaking ceiling fan. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if they do it purely for the audio effect.

It’s like stepping back in time.

Billy : are you sure this is the place…. This looks like a movie set…

Jeff : shut up…. Watch what you say around here… these people mean business…



I orientated Billy to the setup of the pawn shop.

Like many shops nowadays, you will see small makeshift stalls outside the five foot way. Usually those selling mobile phones and cameras. This particular pawn shop is no different.

The 2 mobile shop outside is staffed by men that looked like they mainline the steroids into their body.

The 4 stocky and built men are hard to miss.



Jeff : listen carefully….. the manner in which you enter the shop matters…. Never from the side of the 5-foot way…. Always from the front…. Through the 2 mobile phone stall…. You go from anywhere else, they will no entertain you…. You want to make a deposit and withdrawal in the future….. walk through the front…. Understand ??

Billy : orh… ok…

Set in a shophouse with an internal courtyard, the pawnshop not only operates it’s main business, it offers storage facility for people in all sorts of trades.

They have never lost anything before and the people in business have a strict rule about keeping their mouths shut.

You can keep anything, literally anything that can fit into the size of storage you choose to maintain. Owen introduced me to the pawnshops scattered throughout the country and I maintained accounts with each of them.

I went to the mobile phone counter and spoke with the man playing on his phone. Beside him hangs a large board with a list of new mobile lines that you can sign up for. You can choose the numbers you want from the list.

I picked one and handed him the number.


Jeff : My friend needs a new line…

The guy looked up at me before turning to Billy. He stared at him for a good 5 seconds and Billy was hitting my wrist with his as if asking me what the fuck he is supposed to do.

The man nodded and asked Billy to hold on for a minute.

He spoke with his friend manning the stall with him before both of them gestured to Billy to follow them.


Billy : what…. I follow them ?

Jeff : yes…give me my stuff first….

Billy : Are you sure… ?

Jeff : yes la….

Billy handed me an envelope before following the 2 men reluctantly down the five foot way to a gold shop a few doors down.


I entered the pawn shop and walked casually past the main counter.

The narrow corridor by the ends with a metal blast door. The walls to my left is filled with posters from the fifties and an old man sits with his assistant to my right behind a row of vertical bars.

They gave me a casual look and I heard the door’s bolt open and I stepped in.

With a carefully curated list of clientele, the staff knows every client by face.
No serial number, no complex locks, nothing high tech.



If you have an account, you can be sure the staff knows who you are.
The courtyard I stepped into is magical. Almost dream like.

The boss will be there, an old man in his mid sixties playing with his bird.
A real one in a cage in case you get the wrong idea.

He never gives a fuck, he never makes eye contact.
He’s the boss.

He plays with his fucking bird. Period.


Someone will be pouring him tea.
Always someone pouring tea like a deja vu happening over and over. In the middle of the courtyard are several tables. Set like a teahouse in period drama, men of all ages will be eating, chatting, some are playing chest.

It’s like a clubhouse, only that membership is exclusive. You can only join if someone brings you in.



A couple of old ladies will be pounding chilli and spices.

Men huddled at a corner talking and sipping their tea. Cautious looks are exchanged as I walk pass the main activity node and towards the storage wing.

Past the courtyard, you get to the storage area which essentially looks like that interior of a Chinese medical hall. You know the old school shop your parents go to grab herbs and the boss opens rows of wooden drawers with Chinese words on it. Yeap.


The attendant will bring you your box, leave you alone as you make a deposit or withdrawal.
Total privacy.

No one cares what you do. Not the ladies pounding chilli, not the man pouring tea, not the attendant, not the boss playing with his bird.

No one.


There are drawers of different sizes , but for me, I have graduated from a drawer, to a large cabinet the size of a full height wardrobe. I’m talking 1.5m wide and 2.4m tall. It’s huge. Inside contains some of the spoils of war I have collected over the years neatly arranged on shelves.

It’s the 2nd largest storage in the whole shop. Only 5 are available.
Money, weapons, identification, passport, you name it. I have it all.

The largest storage in the pawnshop though, is not a cabinet bigger than mine.
Owen told me the biggest storage is the room behind where the boss sits.

No one other than the staff knows who owns it. In fact, hardly anyone knew there is a room behind the boss. If not for the fact that Owen’s predecessor let loose a slip of his tongue, he would not have known either.


I pulled out YIling’s pair of heels and looked at it again, smiling to myself as I set it on one of the shelf. I could not resist taking a quick whiff, the scent immediately bringing me back to the joys of that evening. I put the album Ben gave me beside it.

These will make good memorabilia when I grow old.

The bottom shelf is where I keep my tools of the trade.
My knives.



I have 2 of them specially made. 11 inch each with a 7 inch blade, finished with black epoxy power coat, partially serrated blade and a 20 degree blade angle, it’s my tool of choice when things get rough.

I took one of them out and put it into my bag.
Discreet and impactful.

This is pretty discreet in my opinion. I can hide the knife.

I thought about the impactful part and that was the point I had a bit of hesitation.
I have 2 browning pistols that I reported as missing but they are now sitting in my shelf. Cleaned, oiled with 6 rounds each, these are shit I keep for end of the world scenario. You know, maybe a zombie outbreak or something.

Owen said no guns.



I looked away from that zone and picked something else and dropped it into my bag before shutting the cabinet.

I walked out and the attendant asked if I was done.

Jeff : I’m done.

Billy appeared from round the corner, looking nervous as hell as he clutched tightly onto his bag.

The attendant brought out a brand new drawer for Billy and accompanied him into the room.



I went towards the exit, the same blast door I entered and before I leave, I send my regards to the boss.

Jeff : TowKay ( boss in Teochew ) …. Seng gia liao… ( I make a move first )

He would respond in the same way always. A raised hand to acknowledge me, but no eye contact.

His bird is more important than me.



I went out of the pawn shop and waited for Billy.

30 minutes later he was out after being schooled by the attendant of what needs to be done.

Jeff : All ok ?

Billy : yeah… yeah…. Very expensive….


I laughed.

Jeff : good things always are…


As we made our way to our vehicles parked a distance away, it appears Billy is unaware of my assignment with Owen.



He mentioned that Owen told him to have a good rest before our new project starts in 2 weeks time.

Billy :….. Owen will be sending us the project information in a few days time….. I’m going to enjoy my break… maybe take a weekend trip somewhere.. you leh ?

Jeff : I’ll be in office….

Billy : hahaha… eat chicken rice ah….

Jeff : fuck you la… haha


We parted ways and i went home to get ready.



No more shorts and slippers. I put on a smart Polo shirt and pants. A custom made glass lined sheath held the knife I was carrying at the back of my waist, secured to my belt horizontally.
It’s within each reach of my right hand should there be a need to use it.

I pull on a tailored jacket that would conceal the additional budge.

Opening my bag, I retrieve the green canister I kept from another project.

I opened it and pulled out the HE grenade. Yeah, i haven thrown one of these since BMT.



The knife is for the discreet part, this one, is for impactful. Owen did say he wanted discreet and impactful right ?

I put it in my coat pocket and checked myself in the mirror.

I’m feeling a little nervous. I’ve never dealt with the Japanese before and don’t forget, they occupied our country for almost 4 years during the war.

I left my place and drove to pick Owen up at a fast food joint near the Japanese association.



Owen : let’s get this over and done with shall we……

He looked at his watch, eager to get moving. I reckon he wants to head somewhere else after that.

As we neared the turn to the association, Owen told me that he wants me in the room during the meeting.

Owen : Stay with me during the discussion later..


Jeff : ok…

I did not see the need to ask why.

If Owen didn’t feel threatened, he wouldn’t have asked.

This has to be something big.

Turning into carpark of the Japanese association, I immediately saw the large number of security personnel milling about. 4 of them stopped our car and I wind down the window.


Owen : I am here to see Nakamura San.

The man gave a polite nod, asking us to hold for a moment as his friends checked the under carriage of the car with a trolley mounted camera and mirror before waving us through.

Numerous cones were set up and there is only 1 way in.

Even the parking lot was pre assigned to us.

Jeff : this is a lot of men for a meeting…. Who is Nakamura ?

Owen : He do what I do…… in Japan…

Jeff : oh…

I shut of the engine and stepped out of the car.

I could see another 4 men waiting for us at the atrium.



We walked towards then entrance and Owen kept his voice low. Bringing me up to speed as my heartbeat got faster.

Owen : Nakamura requested for this meeting….. at this location….i wanted to meet somewhere else but he insisted.

Jeff : You agreed ?

Owen : I had no choice…. I owed him a favour for getting one of our guys out from Japan…

I turned and look at him.



Jeff : That’s why you flew over ?

Owen : You don’t need to concern yourself with the rest of the details…. There… that’s him… Nakamura….

Through the glass atrium and beyond the 4 men in suits I could see a smiling old man in his sixties give and take. His hair is mostly white with streaks of black.

Dressed in traditional garb he looked like a samurai warlord. Outside his kimono, he wore a Hakama, something reserved for formal occasions if I remember correctly.


There was a man standing beside him and we were looking at each other even before Owen and I stepped into the atrium. He’s a soldier that’s for sure.

He’s about the same build as me.

Owen : Nakamura San !!!... good evening….

The old man approached Owen warmly and shook Owen;s hand.


Nakamura : Mr Owen… thank you for making the trip down….. please…. Come…let us talk….

I fell in step behind Owen, the man with Nakamura gave me a courteous nod and I returned one with a slight smile.

Ok, this is not that bad.

Everything is cool.



A short corridor gave way to a double swing door. The moment it opened, the hair on the back of my neck stood on it’s end immediately.

It’s a large room set up for dinner but there are 6 men inside the room. Every one of them armed.

The door closed behind us and I could hear the bolt close from the outside.


My right hand went an inch closer to my right thigh as I looked at all 6 men in the room.


Owen stopped walking while Nakamura continued talking, not realising that both of us had paused.

Nakamura : Mr Owen ….. something wrong ?

Of course something is wrong.




There we are, standing in the middles of a room, with 6 men holding a samurai sword.

Owen : what is the meaning of this Nakamura San…. I thought this is just a casual discussion….

Nakamura : please….. don’t worry…we….. do not want…..trouble….

I parked myself right beside Owen and the back of my right hand is resting on my right buttcheek by then.

That movement is not lost among the prying eyes in the room.

The 3 men closest to us is already gripping the handle of their swords.


Owen : Nakamura San….. men holding weapons…usually mean trouble…. In our line of work…

Nakamura laughed.

He thought about it for a while before speaking in Japanese. His men replied with considerable concerns before he dismissed them with a wave of his hand.

A curt nod followed, and all 6 armed men left the room.


Nakamura : you have to understand….. I have many…. Enemies…

Owen : I can assure you…. We are not one of them….

Nakamura : Danzo…..if you please…


The man that I saw by Nakamura’s side reach into the back of his coat and I immediately did the same, the cold grip of my knife offering an instant wave of reassurance.

Danzo slowly removed a dagger from behind his back and placed it on the table set far away from the dining area.



Owen gave me a look and gestured towards the same table.

Owen : Jeff…. Please… you too…

This is not good.

I mumbled under my breath that if we die, it’s his fault.


I pulled out my knife and it joined Danzo’s dagger on the table.

Danzo and I looked at each other. Each of our dagger within easy reach. My heart is pumping oxygen rich blood all over my body. I could feel the rush of endorphins, my muscles tightened. My senses are on fire.


If this is going to happen, it’s going to happen soon.

Nakamura spoke again to Danzo, in a much gentler voice than I expected. Much like a parent trying to reason with a stubborn child.

I don’t speak Japanese but I could tell Nakamura was trying to tell Danzo to empty his pockets.



Danzo tried to reason with Nakamura but it was no use.

Nakamura came over, tapped him reassuringly on his shoulder, nodding towards the table.

Then the moment came for us to be blown away.


Danzo first pulled out 2 more smaller dagger from behind his coat. As if that was not enough, he lifted his trousers and pulled other another dagger strapped around his left ankle.

Owen and I looked on in sheer amazement.

His right ankle had a pistol.


Reaching for the buckle of his belt, he pulled out a concealed knuckleduster with pointed edge. Lifting up his shirt, he pulled out another pistol on his left waist.


My eyes were wide open by then, staring in amazement how the fuck is he carrying so much shit on him.

Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out the last dagger and put in on the table which by then was overflowing with his stuff. Danzo looked at me, as if daring me to beat that when it comes to getting prepared with a smug look on his face.


Nakamura : My apologies gentlemen…..my staff….. gets jumpy…. When we meet people in the same trade as us…. I’m sure you understand….

Owen : wow….This… this is a bit too much don’t you think so ?? ..

Nakamura gave a slight bow, looking visibly embarrassed.

Owen looked at the amount of things on the table, back to Nakamura before turning to face me. Owen wanted to speak.


He wanted to say something then he saw the look in my eyes.


He could read me like a book.

He could see it in my eyes even before I spoke.


Owen : oh god ….. Please tell me you don’t have the same amount of shit on you….. what else did you bring…?



His eyes bored into mine with a mix of worry and embarrassment.

All eyes were on me as I gave Owen a wide smile, showing too much teeth than I would have wanted.

Jeff : … just 1 more… hahah… just 1 more….



I pulled out the grenade from my pocket, put in on the table and looked at the 3 man with dumbfounded looks on their face.

When Danzo looked at me while his mouth partially opened, I gave him a wide smile while retaining a right amount of modesty.


Jeff : I win…

………………………………………………………………………………….


Owen could not believe what he was looking at and he blinked several times before looking back at me.

His mouth parted and all he could managed was a gasp of air escaping from his mouth.


Danzo spoke in Japanese to Nakamura, no doubt telling him that I’m crazy but Nakamura did not seem fazed at all. If anything, he appeared to be a little amused.

Nakamura : Mr Jeff ….. haha…. May I ask why… ?

There was no need to be embarrassed with my answer. I felt that being honest in this instance would work in our favour.

Jeff : I’m sorry Mr Nakamura…… Owen gave strict instructions not to bring guns…. He would have wanted to come unarmed but I am not comfortable…..

I paused for a moment to let it sink in. The nod of his head and smile on his face told me all I needed to know.

Jeff : Please the Singaporean in me……..the Kiasu (afraid to lose ) part is really in our blood and culture….


I was not sure of what other term I could use to describe the situation. I don’t remember learning in school what is the term to describe bringing a grenade to a meeting between people from the same industry.

Nakamura laughed as he spoke with Danzo in Japanese.

Nakamura : hahhahaa… it’s ok…. It’s ok… no problem…. You are a funny man….

Jeff : No..no… I’m just insecure…

Danzo felt compelled to cut in at this point and added ;

Danzo : Insecure…… or insane ? That would have killed us all….

Jeff : well…. I was really hoping it will never get used….. especially seeing the spread of food you have prepared….

Nakamura laughed and gestured us all over to the table.


Nakamura : come come… let’s eat…. Hahaha… hahah

Owen looked visibly embarrassed as he joined Nakamura at the table.
As he walked past me, he mumbled that he wants that grenade after the meeting.

Whatever man.

I have another 2 more. He can have it if he wants it.

Nakamura poured sake for everyone and he did not waste time getting to the point of the meeting.


Nakamura : Owen…. I’ll go straight to the point….

Owen : ok…. I’m listening….

Nakamura told Owen that men are missing in Japan.

Men that he is keeping an eye on.

They don’t work for him, nor are they related to him and his organisation, but dangerous man from a splinter faction led by a former colleague started to go missing.
They call themselves Ronin.

Nakamura : It means a Samurai without master…… but they are just thugs….they are no Samurai..….. mere thugs disrespectful of culture and are essentially, mercenaries for hire…….We keep tabs on them….. but for the past 4 months, they started disappearing , one after another….

Nakamura got a little worked up describing his fellow countrymen .


He did not attempt to hide his disgust for this group of men. They are criminals, some of them former rejects that did not make the cut to join his organisation. They are violent, and rank at the bottom tier of the order when it comes to honour and personal values, they have none.

Nakamura : these men….are despised…. Look down upon in our country…. even the Yakuza… hunt them…. They will do anything for money…. They care nothing about Japan or her people….. even far less about the law and honour…..they are a disgrace…. To our people and our country…

Owen : I see…..

Danzo stopped his boss from going on at the sight of him getting so worked up. He offered him tea which Nakamura accepted as he paused to catch his breath.


I said nothing, alternating my attention between the table and the main door.

I’m only a few steps away from my knife, sitting on the floor in that position meant my legs will get numb soon.

I made sure to keep adjusting to keep the blood flowing. Always think from your opponent’s perspective and plan ahead.

The last this I need was for my legs to go numb when my belly is full of food and the men starts coming in with their weapons drawn.


Nakamura :….. these missing men…….. they are not dead…..they are all well and alive…. The reason why I ask to meet you… is because they are in Singapore….

I froze, with my chopsticks touching a slice of what looked like a really fatty piece of tuna that would hurt my wallet if I were to order it in a restaurant.

Owen’s expression said nothing.


If he was aware of this, he did not let it show.

Nakamura : 7 of them has been spotted….. in Singapore…..i hope you can help us…..find them… we tried to keep tabs on them but someone is hiding them….

Owen looked as if he was deep in thought as he nodded his head.

Danzo : it’s near impossible for the men to leave Japan without help….. more so for them to remain hidden so well….

I looked up at Danzo and shot back.

Jeff : what are you suggesting ? …

Danzo : I did not suggest anything……I merely offered another piece of information….

Looking at the start of a potential squabble, Owen asked me to calm down.



Owen : I do have information…. About a couple of men entering the country via Malaysia some time back……. My people were following 2 of them but they disappeared….can’t locate them since….

Nakamura : Someone…. Is planning something…..with these men… they will not take such great risk…. Leaving Japan ….. and of all places… why Singapore….

Owen : I’ll get some of my people on this….and we’ll be sure to share any information with you…..and we hope you would do the same… and Nakamura San, please do not conduct any…… activities…… of your own in our country….

Danzo : What we do is none of your business….

Jeff : we don’t care what you do…. It’s where you do it …… not here…


Danzo looked like he was about to burst a vein but Nakamura held onto his man, his expression that of a experienced general who has seen it all. He maintained a level of calmness that would be difficult for most men.

Owen : We will keep an eye on this…… developing situation….and please rest assure that we will find these men…..and we will help bring them back to Japan…

Nakamura smiled and thanked Owen for his help before offering up some frightening statistics.

Nakamura : 32 are missing…..7 have been spotted ….. we don’t know how many more there are…. Danzo will send you the necessary information about these men tonight…. More might arrive…. They might not… we don’t know…

Owen : thank you… we will keep an eye on this situation…




Nakamura : yes please…. We do not want to risk damaging the relationship between our countries….. because of a few ….. rouge individuals

The discussion went on to a lighter note as we concluded dinner within the next 15 minutes.
As the 1st bottle of Sake is emptied, Owen told our host we need to make a move.

Owen : I’m sorry we could not stay longer….. there is somewhere else I need to be..

Nakamura : no problem…. Thank you for agreeing to come over….. I look forward to your next meeting….. hopefully it’s not about work….

Owen thanked our host for the dinner and I retrieved my knife together with the grenade.

We walked quietly to the carpark and did not say a word, knowing full well that the walls have ears.



I started the engine in the car and we made our way out of the association.

Owen : Singapore Island country club…

Jeff : ok….

As I pulled onto the main road, Owen pulled out a scanner from his pocket the size of a mobile phone. Developed locally by our own local arms dealer, it detects all outgoing signals within a 6m radius.

The screen filled up immediately with digits and values changing spots rapidly as we moved. Every car we passed by causes the figures to change.
Turning into the small road leading to the country club a short distance away from the Japanese association, the number of signals detected began to fall.

I kept on driving and the signal kept dropping until it was left with only 3.

2 from Owen’s mobile phone and 1 from mine.


He shut it off and asked me for the grenade.

Owen : give me the fucking grenade…… I was pretty sure they would bug the car….

I handed it to him and Owen pocketed it.

Jeff : why is that so ? ..

Owen : I would do it if I were them…

Jeff : I wouldn’t…. they wanted us to trust them ….doing something like this would defeat all purpose of the meeting…

Owen gave me a raised eye brown, looking impressed.

Owen : not bad eh….



Jeff : so… what’s the play here….

Owen : Nothing…. We don’t do anything for now…

Jeff ; you serious ?

Owen :Yeah…. Not until we have more information what is going on…. We don’t want to be sent on a wild goose race by others…… and I’m not doing other people’s dirty work….

Jeff : oh…. So there’s nothing to be done…


Owen : yeap… I’ll assign someone to keep an eye on things… I need you for another project in a couple of weeks…..

Jeff : Billy briefly mentioned something about it.



Owen : The audit team is pouring through the documents we have on hand to authorise the project….. I expect the approval to come in the next few days…. The project is a bit different this time…. as in we do not know who the target it yet…


Jeff : what ? what kind of project comes without a target…..

Owen checked some messages on his phone and asked me to drop him off at Ang Mo Kio.

As we pulled back into the main road, Owen told me that details will be made known to me once the audit team is done.

Owen : I’ll be upfront… you’re not going to like this…..new project…

Jeff : when have I ever like the projects you gave me….


Owen : hey…. You almost fucking hug me that time when you had to pretend you are some big fuck staying for 2 weeks in a suite at Fullerton Hotel…..

Jeff : oh….. once then….



Owen : let not’s forget you got to fuck Pillbox at your most recent project…

Jeff : what the fuck man….. Billy told you that ?

Owen : No…. Yiling did… her mission report…. She put it in…..

Jeff ; what the fuck….. she did … why would she do that ??

Owen : I’ll let you know the exact words….. hahahah


Owen cleared his throat and pretended to speak in a whiny voice, imitating that of a woman trying to give a formal report.

Owen : “subject left me no choice but to get intimate physically in order not to arouse his suspicion “ ahhahahaha…. “ He made repeated attempts to initiate sex through subtle hints “

Jeff : fuck off…. You’re an asshole you know that ?

Owen : Yeah….. sometimes I think I am one too…… guess what…… it takes an asshole to do what I do for a living….

Owen directed me to a housing estate in the edge of Ang Mo Kio housing estate and I pulled into the carpark.

I saw 2 cars waiting for him and I stopped a distance away.


Owen told me to get ready for my next project before he left. I watched him hopped onto the waiting vehicles and they exited the carpark.

I waited stretched a little in the car seat and adjusted the knife behind my back to make the drive back home more bearable.





20th June 2013
Thursday

4am


I spent the next few days repeating the routine of a typical office worker.
A consultant so to speak.

I went to work at 8, clock in normal hours and leave work at 6pm.

Billy would be there on most days, either playing games on his computer or surfing the web with his screen orientated away from me with his headphones on.


I wanted to tell him to always check the reflective surfaces around him but I did not want to burst his cover. He looked all serious, with a finger to his mouth as if he were deep in thought going through work stuff.

The reflection on the window 2 panels down though clearly showed a woman on her knees surrounded by men while they were in a hotspring spa.

I went to the café everyday, I don’t take all my meals there but I made it a point to head there for coffee 3 times a day.


Once when I get in, once after lunch and one during tea break at about 4pm.

Within a week, I no longer need to place any orders. Lala had committed my routine to his memory and before I could get within 3 meters of the café, he has a cup of piping hot coffee waiting for me.

Xuehua will always be there during lunch, thereafter she will head off presumably for her class. Other than a polite greeting and a smile, we did not really interact and it’s for good reason.

You see, for someone as hot and pretty as Xuehua, she has no lack of suitors and admirers, many of them from the office building itself.

Within that short week or so of my new routine, I counted no less than 9 guys attempting to strike a conversation with her, and this is just during the time when I’m there. Eddy will be there watching and scrutinising each of the man talking to Xuehua with his large knife in hand.


If his bushy eyebrow is not intimating enough, the jingle of the steel bracelet around his wrist when he brings the cleaver down onto the wooden chopping board is enough to send a message across.

He would blatantly ask the men to fuck off if they are done ordering and not hold up the queue. Xuehua on the other hand, would just smile and decline each of their advances.

I even see flowers being sent to the stall, only to end up in the bin before the stall closes at the end of the day.

I tried to get a glimpse of the profile of the men that Xuehua rejects and see if I stood a chance. It’s my job to read people.

From well dressed, respectable gentlemen, to the bad boy wanna be, even a rich chap who proudly slap his car keys on the table, announcing to the whole café he drives a Lamborghini , they were all rejected.

Some of the men are pretty good looking too, Korean like hunks, boyish boyband looks, Andy lau matured man style uncles, all shape and sizes, all failed.

Xuehua is simple not interested in getting to know them beyond what they want for their lunch. Come to think of it, I must be one of the few that managed to go beyond a lunch order with her, at the expenses of having my nipples abused that is.


The more I secretly look at Xuehua, the more I felt I was infatuated with her. Not purely in a lustful way, but more of curiosity.

I want to know more about her. With time on my hands and skills that I should not be using for shit like this, I decided to challenge myself since I’m bored.

I got to the office at 4am that morning and waited a little impatiently for Leng, the security guard to activate the barrier of the carpark. He waved to me and I gave him a friendly smile.

I want to quickly get settled into position to wait for Xuehua. She says she runs every morning. I want to catch her on her run without her knowing. I want to know where she stays.

I was dressed for the job as well, in black running gear. Leng took his time, gesturing to the barrier arm of the gantry. It breaks down so often, I wonder why it’s not being replaced.

The barrier arm is held up with a mish mash of contraptions, from ropes, to wire ties. Seems to me there must be a lot of lousy drivers working in that building. The reflective stickers on the arm are peeling off at several locations and the arm drops further than intended at the free side.


I tapped my fingers on the wheel as Leng tinkered with the barrier before it came up.

I gave him a thumbs up as he nodded as if he just woke up from his sleep, sipping on a bag of coffee while keeping 1 finger on the control that raises the barrier.


I parked my car and sprung into action, pulling my cap low to hide part of my face.

Heading out into the street, I checked to make sure the coast is clear before scaling up the back of a shophouse unit and onto the flat room where the aircon compressors are standing.

It’s dark, the hum of the compressors droned on lazily. I checked the time on my watch and waited.


I remembered bumping into Xuehua around 5am previously. From where I’m positioned, I can get a good vantage view of the entrance of the office building.

The lights of the café came on and I could see Lala stretching his massive arms before stepping into the stall.


5am

Xuehua appeared right on time. 5am man. The amount of discipline she must have to keep this up. Most girls would still be deep in lala land. Dressed in a neon pink singlet and black running tights, Xuehua entered the café and took a bottle of water from Lala.


I held my breath and sank deeper into the shadows as Xuehua stepped out into the cool breeze. I felt a stir in my privates as I look at her body. Her hairless armpits presented itself to me once again, a sudden pain in my groin confirms that my erection is pushing hard against my pants.

She checked to make sure the streets are free of cars before starting off on a brisk walk right below me.

She brisk walked for about 10 minutes up and down the 100m alley several times before breaking into a run. She turned left after reaching the end and I clamoured down the roof after her.

I cut into an alley of my left as well, mirroring a parallel path and I broke into a run.

Every junction I would pause and check to see if Xuehua is passing by.

I missed her at the 1st 2 junction and I was pretty sure I had lost her until I got to the 3rd junction and I saw her jog past about 50m away.



I continued mirroring her path until she finally turned left and started running towards me. I backtracked and let her pass before catching up on a parallel road.

I lost her and caught up with her another couple more times. I reckon she must have gone around the entire Little India district 5 times, picking up the pace each time she goes past the starting point where the office is.

Finally she slowed to a jog before walking towards a block of flats at Rowell road.

I kept a distance from her as I pretended to be your average jogger minding his own business. Xuehua stopped at a lift lobby and finished up her bottle of water. She called for the lift and entered.

I jogged briskly over and checked out the control panel.

It stopped at level 12.


I took the next lift and went up to level 11.

I paused and kept my ears open before stepping out.



It’s coming to 6am in the morning. Some households are getting tot start their day but generally it’s still pretty quiet.

I saw a wall of mist falling in front of me and the distinctive sound from the spray of a squeeze bottle.

Someone is watering their plants 1 floor above me.

I took a cautious peek out, looking at the corridor above me, there are no signs of Xuehua. There is a slim chance that the person doing the watering is her.

I held my breathe and walked as quietly as I can to the staircase and scaled it 2 steps at a time, stopping at the mid landing. My heart immediately skipped a beat as I saw the backview of Xuehua.

My cock pushed against my running shorts as I watch her bend over, her posture in the perfect doggy position as she tended to a pot of herbs she grown.


The door to her place is opened. Now I know her address.

She straightened her back and I quickly backed away down the steps. There was a bit of shuffling sound as she walked about before the snap of the metal gate.

This is sick but I enjoyed it. The perverse idea of stalking turns me on in so many ways.
I did a quick visual check and was disappointed that there are not laundry poles outside the house. Not a surprise, this neighbourhood is hardly safe to leave your things lying about.

I looked at the floor and steps I was standing on. It was littered with cigarette butts and there are drinks cans lying around.

Perhaps I’m not the only one stalking Xuehua.



I was about to head off when I heard the lift beeping to announce the arrival of the car on the 11th floor.

I froze for a second before quickly backing up the steps to level 12, praying that Xuehua don’t appear in the corridor out of the blue.

I never expected to see the figure of a man appearing at the steps shortly after. My heartbeat increased and I quickly backed up another flight of steps and observed what this man is up to.



He looked to be in his late twenties and he had shoulder length hair much like what Chen Han wei ( local celebrity ) looked like in the 1990s.

From where he is directing his eyes, I have no doubt he too came here for Xuehua.



I quickly checked the floor above me, this will be awkward if I bump into fellow stalkers.

I heard the soft slap of his slippers and I quickly scurried up another flight.
From the sound, I am pretty sure he is now outside Xuehua’s unit. Perhaps he is someone she knows after all, but why would he choose to take the lift to 1 floor below ?

Barely a few seconds later, I heard the sound of his slippers at the flight of steps below me again.

I heard the scratch of a lighter and I could smell the cigarette smoke. So he’s the one smoking outside Xuehua’s place it seems.

He must be up to something.



I went up a couple more flights of stairs and prepared to make my entry.

My intention is to head down the steps really fast, making enough sound to show that I’m not sneaking around, merely a resident trying to get fit using the steps.

I started skipping down the steps 3 at a time, my shoes tapping loudly on the concrete steps.

There was no time for the man to react.


By the time I saw him, it was too late for him to try and hide that pair of running shoes Xuehua was wearing.
He tried to put it behind his back but 1 of it dropped with a piece of accompanying sock.

I pretended not to notice and continued my way down. He must have had quite a shock as he dropped his cigarette shortly after. That fuck. He picked a good timing.

Early in the morning, residents hardly up and about, Xuehua would be likely in the shower after her run. He could have his fun with her shoes and socks before replacing them before she even realised they were gone.

It’s a old pair of running shoes with sweaty socks, she would have never guessed it would be a hot commodity among horny men.

I continued my way down to level 1 before slowly jogging back to office through the carpark.

Well, it’s a good workout.

Now I know not only Xuehua’s address, I also know there are more than 1 pervert lusting after her if I included myself to the list.

I took a shower before getting changed into my work clothes.




At 8am, I saw Xuehua appear at the café. Her hair cascaded beautifully down her back as she gave me a warm smile.

Her simple t-shirt and shorts combination really brings out the perfect tertiary student look. Her slightly discoloured flip flops only drew more attention to her flawless and smooth feet.

She had a light grey cardigan on as she briefly spoke to Lala with a A3 art folio in her hands.
I could picture her sitting somewhere, her pencil tracing the outline of her subject.

There is just something so romantic about that scene I cannot describe.

She saw me staring at her and I quickly looked away.

Xuehua made her way over and I could smell her fragrance the minute she came close.

Xuehua : hey…. Morning…

Jeff : Hi…. Morning….


She sat down in front of me and gestured to Lala for a drink. I find it hard to look at her in her face as I started stirring my coffee.

She seemed to be able to read my mind and asked me the questions I wished she hadn’t

Xuehua : do you ermm…. Not like looking at the people you talk to ? hahaha…

Jeff : me ? … no… no… I ermm.. of course not… haha…

I gave her an awkward smile as I could not help looking over to Eddy who happen to be sharpening his knife on a stone.

Xuehua : ok…. You keep averting your eyes from me…


Jeff : is it ? … no… I ermm… hahah…. I didn’t realise that…. Hahah…

Lala brought Xuehua her drinks and I tried to make some conversation. Gesturing to her A3 sketch book, I asked her what does she draw.

Jeff : You…. Ermm… like to draw ? …. What do you draw ?


Xuehua : everything…. Everything that looks nice to me.. haha.. want to see ? haha

Jeff : sure…

The moment Xuehua flipped over the 1st page of her folio, I was blown away by how beautiful the sketch is. It’s a sketch of the neighbourhood, of the typical alleyway in little India.

Jeff : wow….

I stared at the sketch without moving and Xuehua asked me what I thought about it.


There is so much depth and detail to the drawing. Besides capturing the buildings, Xuehua also drew the people and what they are doing. It’s so life like and 3 dimensional that I could almost feel myself getting sucked into the picture.

Jeff : wow… this… this is amazing …

Xuehua : hahah really ? … you’re just patronising me…hahah

Jeff : no… no… of course not… this …. This is so nice… I’ll never be able to draw like that….

Xuehua looked like she was above to close the folio but she stopped when she realised I was still looking at it intently. I was really impressed by that sketch. This is something you cannot fake.

It’s fucking beautiful.


I’m sure Xuehua could tell I’m not just saying it because it’s polite to say so.

Jeff : this is amazing man…. Wow….

All girls like to be complimented, some like it to be base on their looks and appearance and at that moment, I realised for Xuehua, she very much preferred attention to be given to what she can do rather than her appearances.

I could not resist asking her if I could see more.


Jeff : Can i…. can I flip ?

Xuehua handed the folio to me with a smile and asked me to go ahead.

Xuehua : sure… hahah…

Page after page I flipped and I was really fucking impressed by the 10th page. It felt like I was teleporting from location to location.


From the bustle of Chinatown, to the tranquility of a nature reserve. It was all there.

Every stroke of her pencil, every dash of shadow.


Xuehua : you really think it’s nice ? hahaha

Jeff : of course !! ..

I looked at her with my eye wide open and asked if the drawings are for sale.

Xuehua : hahah… are you serious ahhaa ? no one has asked me that before…

Jeff : of course I am serious !...

Xuehua squinted her eyes at me for a moment before asking me how much do I think her drawings are worth.

Jeff : they’re priceless….. but I can afford to pay 1000 for this….

I pointed to a sketch of the Singapore skyline she did.

Xuehua : wah… hahaha….. you must be doing pretty well as a consultant to offer such price hahaha…

Jeff : I’m serious !... I would pay more if…

Xuehua took over the folio and said she is just joking. The drawings are not for sale.

Xuehua : just kidding… these are not for sale hahah… it’s my own collection….


Jeff : oh… I see… haha…

I was about to extend the conversation when I saw Billy entering the lobby. He gave me a look before directly his eyes upwards, indicating that I need to head up to the office.

Shortly after, I saw Owen enter the building with a bottle of Whisky in his hands. He did not look at me but I am sure he saw me talking to Xuehua.

Xuehua : hey… Jeff…


Jeff : yes …. Yes ??

Xuehua : you seemed distracted….

She turned around to see what I was looking at.

Jeff : nothing… nothing… a colleague gestured to me…. Probably work matters…

Xuehua : oh… you need to go ?


I was reluctant to leave the table but Owen coming here could only mean work.

Jeff : ermmm..well… yeah…i…… erm…. i…..errmmm… i…

Xuehua looked at me with a smile on her face, waiting for me to spit out what I want to say.

She probably has an idea of what I want.

A date.

A coffee.

A movie.

These are what guys ask for right.


I could see her keeping her folio, getting ready for a polite rejection as she looked down at her coffee but I’m not your average guy.

I want more than a coffee date and a movie.

Xuehua : yes ? … what is it ? … hahaha….


Jeff : can you draw me ?


Xuehua’s eyes lit up for a moment and I could see she was shocked. She probably expected me to say oh hi, maybe we should do coffee again, or I want to buy her dinner and look at her folio but no.

She did not expect this.

Xuehua : wow… hahahha….i did not expect this.. hahaha… you’re serious ? haha

I nodded.

Xuehua : wow… this is one of the best pick up line anyone has ever used on me… hahaha…

Jeff : what makes you think I’m trying to pick you up ?


Xuehua smiled and gave me a look from the corner of her eye.

Xuehua : because I read minds…. Hahha.



It was a tensed 30 seconds as she looked at me while I said nothing. I could see she was considering what I asked.

Xuehua : I’ll draw you on one condition….

Jeff : what ?

Xuehua : tell me what were you thinking of when you asked me to draw you….. be honest !! hahaha ..

I told her the 1st thing that came to my mind was the scene in titanic when Jack was drawing Rose.


Xuehua laughed so hard that Eddy looked over. I turned and I could see Eddy now sharpening his knife with the block in his hand more vigorously.

Xuehua : but you can’t draw hahah….



Jeff : but you can…

Xuehua laughed and shook her head, clearly amused with my request.

Jeff : I’m… I’m not suggesting we do something like that you know… I ermm…



Xuehua chuckled and said ok.

Xuehua : ok…. I’ll draw you… hahaha… but it will be something….. casual…candid…when you are not expecting it….. that’s the only way you can capture the essence of that moment…. Haha..

Jeff : ok…sure… haha…

Her eyes lingered a second longer on me before she gets up with her folio.

Xuehua : see you Jeff… hahaha…

I finished my drink and went up to office with a smile on my face.



Billy : Happy… happy…. Eh….

Owen : don’t shit where you eat Jeff….. I’ve said all I can say about things like this…

Jeff : don’t worry…. All is good…



Owen opened the bottle of whisky, a 12 year old this time. The standard for a straightforward project and poured each of us a glass.

Billy : Something interesting ?

Billy pointed to the folder Owen’s arm is resting on.

Owen : yes….

Jeff : come…. Let’s hear it…..


Owen opened the folder and pushed across the documents. The expressions on both Billy and my face changed, growing solemn immediately as we tried to make sense of what is in front of us.


I looked back up at Owen and he nodded his head in confirmation.

Owen : Yes……

The words came out softly from Billy’s mouth as if he too could not believe what he was seeing.

Number 17 in terms of project ranking.



Billy : One of ours….



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Continue to part 2 here
https://sensualsingapore.blogspot.com/2019/02/big-trouble-in-little-india-part-2.html