old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Thanks @Praefectus Praetorio , that makes a change from the cane and the crop.
I hope they use a carbon-neutral method.
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Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga
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I hope they use a carbon-neutral method.
Praefectus Praetorio
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His first bike, after dropping out of Marquette University in 1990, was a 1969 Norton Commando 750 Fastback in Fireflake Silver.
Praefectus Praetorio
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Trixie enjoying the Embassy employee swimming pool:
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
You can certainly see what Jeffrey sees in her
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Seratus Dua Puluh Lima – Three Days 22.5 Hours
Jeffrey Hodges office, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday, 1:35 PM
On arriving at the Embassy, Jeffrey, with the first free moment he’d had that day, staggered to the men’s room. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was shocked. Unshaven, sweaty, clothes looking like he hadn’t changed in a week! No wonder everyone had looked askance at him. He phoned Trixie. She confirmed that she had completed all the errands he’d given her and was on the way back to the Embassy.
“I’m going to clean up, and then I’ll need those fresh clothes. As soon as you get back, please bring them to me in the men’s exercise room.”
“Yes, Sir”
Jeffrey then hurried off to the showers that were adjacent to the work-out area.
Men’s Exercise room, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday, 1:52 PM
Shaving after his shower, Jeffrey felt like a new man. Yes, there had been some hiccups earlier today, but it was looking better now. The Ambassador wanted to avoid embarrassment for the Embassy and intended to use all his influence to save both girls. Even more encouraging was that he had Josephine on his side to convince the Cabinet to recommend clemency.
Yes, it would all work out favorably.
He threw his towel in the hamper and exited to the equipment room. As he did, the tall naked lawyer ran dead into the breathless Trixie, hurrying in with his clothes. The impact caused her to drop the bundle and Stand and stare at his magnificent body just inches away. She reached out and touched his side with her right hand.
Before either could move further, Minister Burnside stuck in his head and said, “I say, Hodges. Are you in here? OH! MY! I’m so sorry.” The redfaced administrator quickly left the room.
Chief Inspector’s Office, Parliamentary Guards HQ, Monday, 2:05 PM
Musa and Jack were sitting in the office. Neither had said a word since the interview with the Commander. Finally, Frost broke the silence.
“I hate to admit being wrong. However, I was wrong. I never really believed your glowing claims for the Guards and their leadership. I was sure that when push came to shove, you all would back down. Your Commander has proven me wrong, and I admit it. I now have nothing but respect for the Parliamentary Guards.”
“Don’t feel bad, my friend. Indeed, many governmental organizations do not have such dedication to their principles. But there must be some upstanding ones in your old country?”
“In the Devoluted Kingdom of Lesser Britain and Benighted Ireland? Don’t get me started!”
Aakriti made her usual entrance and captivated both men. “The Commander has made an appointment for you to interview the Minister of Home Affairs, tomorrow, 4:00 PM.” The detectives high-fived each other.
“I also understand that the Parliamentary Court has approved the order you requested. We should have it in writing before the end of the day.”
“Time to prepare our script,” said Musa. “We need to conduct this interview just right. We won’t have a second chance at Josephine!”
“Spot on,” agreed Frost.
Jeffrey Hodges Office, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 2:45 PM
Robert Burnside knocked on Jeffrey’s door and was asked in to sit. He hemmed and hawed for a minute and then got to his point.
“See here, Hodges. You are a valuable member of the Embassy, and we have only respect for you. I hope you understand that?”
“Thank you, Sir. Yes, I do.”
“You and your lovely wife, Kathy, are just the kind of moral young family that can provide a model to others living in a foreign land and faced with new temptations.”
Yes Sir.” While Burnside seemed to be positive, Jeffrey wondered where it was going.
“So I want you to understand that none of this reflects badly on you. Your, ahem, personal interests, ahem, your off-duty actions, if discrete, ahem, ahem. Dammit. What I’m trying to say is that that girl, Trixie, is a bad influence on you and could lead to embarrassment to you and the agency.”
Shit, thought Jeffrey. I can’t let this get back to Kathy. Does he know about this weekend? Shit!.
“Sir, I think you misunderstood what you just saw. I was taking a shower, and Trixie was bringing my clothes. I did absolutely nothing -”
“Of course, I know you would do nothing improper, Hodges,” reassured his administrator. “Total confidence, don’t you know?” Jeffrey breathed a sigh of relief.
“But, I mean. Actually, it’s that, that – slut of a girl, Trixie. Sneaking in to see her boss naked! I saw her trying to touch you. You are too innocent to realize how tramps like her can try to seduce a fine husband like you!”
Shit, thought Jeffrey. This kind of talk has to stop.
“It’s unacceptable,” continued his boss. “We have done some research into ‘Miss’ Thomson's background, and there is no way she should be working for the United States State Department. Can you believe that her permanent address is listed as the ‘Bubba Jim Mobile Home Resort’ in Branchwater, Alabama? She got her GED from the South Alabama Technical Institute – whatever that thing is!”
“Well, yes, Sir, but it seems she had worked her way up …”
“Worked her way? That’s a laugh. One of the reps sent to interview at that ‘Institute’ claimed the lead interviewer only chose her for training because she gave him an in-depth look at her cleavage. I just got off the phone with a friend of mine at FASTC in Blackstone, Virginia, John Watson. He cannot allow his name to be used publicly, but he said she was about to be dismissed there until she gave one of her instructors - ” Burnside leaned forward and whispered, confidentially, “ - fellatio! She got down on her knees in his office and – and - well, you know!”
“I have found the girl’s work to be satisfac…”
“After four workdays? You haven’t been in the office enough to give her real work. No, she was still on a probationary period, thank God. We have already filed a USSDF-128, Unsatisfactory report on her so that Beatrice Thomson will never work for the US government again. Good riddance to bad rubbish!”
“But…but Sir! This seems so sudden. Can’t we give her a few more weeks to prove herself? We could call her in here now, and both talk to her and put her on strict warning? I’m sure she will prove worthy of retention.”
“That’s your weakness, Hodges. You are too damn soft-hearted with a pretty girl. It was your indulging of that Jones girl that made this necessary. The Ambassador has demanded that we clean house.”
“But, Trixie…”
“Too late, Jeffrey. It's been taken care of. She’s already been terminated. Marine guards supervised taking her personal items (all makeup, I presume!) from her desk and escort her out ten minutes ago. They will have her to the airport within the hour. Before the day is out, she will be on a plane back to Alabama. You should thank us, Hodges. I suspect we might have saved you much trouble. I wouldn’t assume that trash like that is above making up a harassment complaint to blackmail you.” Burnside stood and left the office. Jeffrey sat, open-mouthed in shock.
Jeffrey Hodges office, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday, 1:35 PM
On arriving at the Embassy, Jeffrey, with the first free moment he’d had that day, staggered to the men’s room. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was shocked. Unshaven, sweaty, clothes looking like he hadn’t changed in a week! No wonder everyone had looked askance at him. He phoned Trixie. She confirmed that she had completed all the errands he’d given her and was on the way back to the Embassy.
“I’m going to clean up, and then I’ll need those fresh clothes. As soon as you get back, please bring them to me in the men’s exercise room.”
“Yes, Sir”
Jeffrey then hurried off to the showers that were adjacent to the work-out area.
Men’s Exercise room, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday, 1:52 PM
Shaving after his shower, Jeffrey felt like a new man. Yes, there had been some hiccups earlier today, but it was looking better now. The Ambassador wanted to avoid embarrassment for the Embassy and intended to use all his influence to save both girls. Even more encouraging was that he had Josephine on his side to convince the Cabinet to recommend clemency.
Yes, it would all work out favorably.
He threw his towel in the hamper and exited to the equipment room. As he did, the tall naked lawyer ran dead into the breathless Trixie, hurrying in with his clothes. The impact caused her to drop the bundle and Stand and stare at his magnificent body just inches away. She reached out and touched his side with her right hand.
Before either could move further, Minister Burnside stuck in his head and said, “I say, Hodges. Are you in here? OH! MY! I’m so sorry.” The redfaced administrator quickly left the room.
Chief Inspector’s Office, Parliamentary Guards HQ, Monday, 2:05 PM
Musa and Jack were sitting in the office. Neither had said a word since the interview with the Commander. Finally, Frost broke the silence.
“I hate to admit being wrong. However, I was wrong. I never really believed your glowing claims for the Guards and their leadership. I was sure that when push came to shove, you all would back down. Your Commander has proven me wrong, and I admit it. I now have nothing but respect for the Parliamentary Guards.”
“Don’t feel bad, my friend. Indeed, many governmental organizations do not have such dedication to their principles. But there must be some upstanding ones in your old country?”
“In the Devoluted Kingdom of Lesser Britain and Benighted Ireland? Don’t get me started!”
Aakriti made her usual entrance and captivated both men. “The Commander has made an appointment for you to interview the Minister of Home Affairs, tomorrow, 4:00 PM.” The detectives high-fived each other.
“I also understand that the Parliamentary Court has approved the order you requested. We should have it in writing before the end of the day.”
“Time to prepare our script,” said Musa. “We need to conduct this interview just right. We won’t have a second chance at Josephine!”
“Spot on,” agreed Frost.
Jeffrey Hodges Office, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 2:45 PM
Robert Burnside knocked on Jeffrey’s door and was asked in to sit. He hemmed and hawed for a minute and then got to his point.
“See here, Hodges. You are a valuable member of the Embassy, and we have only respect for you. I hope you understand that?”
“Thank you, Sir. Yes, I do.”
“You and your lovely wife, Kathy, are just the kind of moral young family that can provide a model to others living in a foreign land and faced with new temptations.”
Yes Sir.” While Burnside seemed to be positive, Jeffrey wondered where it was going.
“So I want you to understand that none of this reflects badly on you. Your, ahem, personal interests, ahem, your off-duty actions, if discrete, ahem, ahem. Dammit. What I’m trying to say is that that girl, Trixie, is a bad influence on you and could lead to embarrassment to you and the agency.”
Shit, thought Jeffrey. I can’t let this get back to Kathy. Does he know about this weekend? Shit!.
“Sir, I think you misunderstood what you just saw. I was taking a shower, and Trixie was bringing my clothes. I did absolutely nothing -”
“Of course, I know you would do nothing improper, Hodges,” reassured his administrator. “Total confidence, don’t you know?” Jeffrey breathed a sigh of relief.
“But, I mean. Actually, it’s that, that – slut of a girl, Trixie. Sneaking in to see her boss naked! I saw her trying to touch you. You are too innocent to realize how tramps like her can try to seduce a fine husband like you!”
Shit, thought Jeffrey. This kind of talk has to stop.
“It’s unacceptable,” continued his boss. “We have done some research into ‘Miss’ Thomson's background, and there is no way she should be working for the United States State Department. Can you believe that her permanent address is listed as the ‘Bubba Jim Mobile Home Resort’ in Branchwater, Alabama? She got her GED from the South Alabama Technical Institute – whatever that thing is!”
“Well, yes, Sir, but it seems she had worked her way up …”
“Worked her way? That’s a laugh. One of the reps sent to interview at that ‘Institute’ claimed the lead interviewer only chose her for training because she gave him an in-depth look at her cleavage. I just got off the phone with a friend of mine at FASTC in Blackstone, Virginia, John Watson. He cannot allow his name to be used publicly, but he said she was about to be dismissed there until she gave one of her instructors - ” Burnside leaned forward and whispered, confidentially, “ - fellatio! She got down on her knees in his office and – and - well, you know!”
“I have found the girl’s work to be satisfac…”
“After four workdays? You haven’t been in the office enough to give her real work. No, she was still on a probationary period, thank God. We have already filed a USSDF-128, Unsatisfactory report on her so that Beatrice Thomson will never work for the US government again. Good riddance to bad rubbish!”
“But…but Sir! This seems so sudden. Can’t we give her a few more weeks to prove herself? We could call her in here now, and both talk to her and put her on strict warning? I’m sure she will prove worthy of retention.”
“That’s your weakness, Hodges. You are too damn soft-hearted with a pretty girl. It was your indulging of that Jones girl that made this necessary. The Ambassador has demanded that we clean house.”
“But, Trixie…”
“Too late, Jeffrey. It's been taken care of. She’s already been terminated. Marine guards supervised taking her personal items (all makeup, I presume!) from her desk and escort her out ten minutes ago. They will have her to the airport within the hour. Before the day is out, she will be on a plane back to Alabama. You should thank us, Hodges. I suspect we might have saved you much trouble. I wouldn’t assume that trash like that is above making up a harassment complaint to blackmail you.” Burnside stood and left the office. Jeffrey sat, open-mouthed in shock.
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
One out of (how many?) girls safe from the 'justice system.'
Thank goodness there are plenty of others for PrPr to devise a fiendish plot around.
nsur1
Governor
"Before the day is out, she will be on a plane back to Alabama" is not the same as "Trixie has left Singapore and is safe".
Two words: security scans. Possibly leading to another two words: strip search...
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
A "love" Emoji for the episode - flowed wonderfully as always, but a sad face would also have been forthcoming in respect of the demise of Trixie. Whether she lives at Bubba Jim's Trailer Park or not she was an extremely well received piece of stimulating eye candy ... "Bring Back Trixie" I say ... but wait, maybe she hasn't really gone!
Yep, I question whether she can make it through airport security without being pulled aside for something or other.
twonines
LIMERICUS
With the CNB`s record for planting evidence and PrPr`s love of putting his ladies through the wringer ,could Mamat be about to achieve the full set, a brunette, a blond and a redhead?
twonines
LIMERICUS
I`m sure its apposite, but you`ve lost me there!Bases loaded. Bottom of the ninth inning. Batter up!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Means we are at the very end of the game and the pressure is on for the next batter to win or lose the game.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Preview?:
"Imran had the guards toss the sexy redhead into the cell next to Barb and Amanda. The poor beaten girl, still heavily shackled, tried to crawl over to the mat, sobbing pitifully. Imran instructed the others to tear off the rest of her clothes. Then he walked up to her with his baton. "Time for a proper welcome to Changi, Bitch," he said, grinning broadly!"
twonines
LIMERICUS
The stuff of dreams,(or nightmares),depending on which end of the telescope you are looking down!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
A "love" Emoji for the episode - flowed wonderfully as always, but a sad face would also have been forthcoming in respect of the demise of Trixie. Whether she lives at Bubba Jim's Trailer Park or not she was an extremely well received piece of stimulating eye candy ... "Bring Back Trixie" I say ... but wait, maybe she hasn't really gone!
Bases loaded. Bottom of the ninth inning. Batter up!
You know? I have to say, that if certain unnamed readers had not obtained bootleg copies of the early drafts of the conclusion, I would be able to establish a far better sense of suspense!
Stop reading ahead and then posting!
Migoz2
Senator
Translating into English :
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night—
Ten to make and the match to win—
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
Ten to make and the match to win—
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
Henry Newbolt, Vitaï Lampada
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
A long, eventful, and pivotal Monday, April 8, 2019, comes to an end. I apologize for the long post, but many threads needed to be woven.
Seratus Dua Puluh Lima – Three Days 23 Hours
Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 1:39 PM
Dr. Liú finished wrapping tape around Barbara’s midsection to ease her pain and aid her breathing. No bones were broken, but the bruising was extensive and painful. She applied a plaster to where she had bit her lip.
There was less she could do for the internal bruising. Without being told, she knew that it was caused by those monsters raping Moore with their nightsticks. That was just intolerable, thought Chunhua. Discipline was needed in prison, but that was obscene and beyond the pale.
The Doctor told herself that she would use her new-found favor with the Commandant to mitigate this senseless and misogynistic abuse!
Minister’s Office, Ministry of Home Affairs, Singapore, Monday, 2:06 PM
Josephine Shanmugam sat and stared at the phone. What was this all about, she thought? Of course, she’d had to agree to the Guards’s Commander's request that she speak to those detectives, “to further their investigation.” Professional courtesy demanded it. But what were they after? Those two ‘bulldogs,’ as Rut referred to them, must still be chasing their tails around. This case should be ended - Rogers was dead - his partner knew nothing. There was nothing to lead them elsewhere, no matter what wild suspicions they harbored. That little slut, at the center of it all, was convicted and sentenced. The case should be closed.
Jo resolved she would give these two keystone cops a chance to ask their silly questions. Then she would profess her ignorance of any of it and send them on their way.
Still, she wondered, why did they continue to bother?
Jo picked up the phone and dialed Rut’s number. She should be told.
Cell, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday, 2:50 PM
The guards unceremoniously dumped Amanda in her cell. Wearing only her torn blouse, hands cuffed behind, collared and leashed, the girl crawled to the thin straw-filled mat on the floor that served as a bed and lay on her side with her knees to her chest and cried. Every joint in her body screamed with pain from the horrible position she’d been in for over two hours. The cane blows still stung and burned, and her vagina was raw and still oozing the Commandant’s cum.
When she had been able to look around, she saw a tiny, windowless 8X8 ft. room with grey-painted cinderblock walls. There was a steel basin and commode, a slowly turning ceiling fan, and she was lying on a thin mat with a little stuffing, maybe an inch thick, lying directly on the hard stone floor. That was everything in her new, small world.
Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 2:55 PM
Chunhua Liú dialed the Commandant’s office.
“Yes, Dr. Liú. How is Miss Moore doing?”
“She’s coming along. There was no permanent damage, but extremely painful nonetheless.”
“Patch her up as best you can. I will have the guards move her back to her cell this evening. She has a special appointment in the morning.”
“Yes, Sir. But, I would advise careful treatment.”
“Naturally. Now, why did you call me? I’m sorry, but I’m quite busy.”
“Commandant, I would like to see you privately to inform you of a disturbing incident in the prison that happened today.”
“Really! Is it still ongoing, or has it stopped?”
“It is stopped, at least for the moment.”
“Good, Then it is not required that I address it this moment. I am swamped with urgent matters right now. Can we meet at 10:30 in the morning, in my office?”
“Why, yes. If we have to wait that long. I…”
“Good. No other choice right now. See you then, Doctor. I appreciate your concerns for the good of Changi.” Abruptly, he hung up.
Chunhua set down the phone. What was so important that he couldn’t see her?
Minister’s Office, Ministry of Home Affairs, Singapore, Monday, 3;30 PM
“Yes, Your Ladyship. Yes, I understand completely. You can count on me, Your Ladyship. No. Oh, God, no, I would never!”
“Yes. Yes, I shall! I assure you I can handle these dolts. They’ll get nothing from me. It’s just a formality, I’m sure. Of course, your Ladyship. I’ll call you as soon as the interview is over. Yes”
As Josephine hung up, she was covered in sweat and shivering slightly. How had it all gone so badly, she asked herself?
Deputy Director’s Office, CNB Headquarters, Monday 3:45 PM
Sergeant Hoa stuck his head in the door.
“Some news chief.”
“Come in, Sergeant. What is it?” Keefer’s opinion of Hoa had risen significantly over the last few days. The man might lack courage, but he followed orders with dogged persistence.
“That sexy redhead that Hodges has been screwing? She’s being sent back to the States. She is leaving on a plane right after midnight.”
“Really? Surprising, but it’s OK. We have all the tapes and surveillance we need in case we want to put the screws to him.”
“Too bad, though,” mused Hoa. “She was a scorching hot piece. I was looking forward to interrogating her. But now she’s safely away.”
“Who says safely?” said Williams with a smile. “I have an idea that should be entertaining. Get me our man in charge of the airport squad on the phone! I think I’ll arrange a little going-away present for the redheaded whore from the Trailer Park.
“Yes, Sir!”
Hodges’s Office, US Embassy Singapore, Monday, 5:00 PM
Jeffrey packed his briefcase and prepared to go home. It had been an incredibly exhausting day with a constant emotional roller coaster. The ups and downs of his hopes for Barbara and Amanda would have been enough to exhaust him by themselves. But adding the unjust, sudden dismissal of his sweet little secretary was more than he was prepared to handle.
Jeffrey hoped that Kathy was having a better day with her pregnancy. It would be good if she had the strength to comfort him for once.
As Hodges went to his car, he thought he might call up Chunhua tomorrow.
Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 7:00 PM
The guards came for Barbara just after dinner. The handled her gently, but still insisted on cuffing her hands behind and shackling her legs. And, worst, they drew that slimy hood over her head. Using the collar and leash, they led her back to her cell.
Cells, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday, 10:00 PM
Two women, one 19, one 36, lay on their mats in adjacent cells, watching the ceiling fans turn ever so slowly, barely stirring a breeze in the hot, humid prison air. Both suffered great pain trying to breathe because of recent beatings and sexual assaults. Both knew they were less than four days from death. Though sharing so much, they were not able to comfort each other. Each was alone with her thoughts.
The older woman refused to cry and repeated to herself, “I won’t let those fucking bastards win. I'll get out of this hell-hole of a prison and country somehow! And then I'll expose them all!”
The younger one did weep softly, but also sang softly, under her breath, “I’m strictly a female female and my future...”
Singapore Changi Airport, Monday, 10:45 PM
Trixie sat gently weeping between two unemotional Marine guards. She wore the dress she’d had put on sixteen hours earlier for work this morning. In her one hand, she held her boarding pass and the luggage ticket. In the other hand were several pages of crumpled paper. Trixie had hurriedly packed all her things at her apartment under the watchful and impatient eyes of the guards. They then drove her to the airport, checked her one suitcase (with, in fact, everything she owned in the world), and entered the waiting area for her flight: Turkish Airlines, via Istanbul to Atlanta, 30 hours total. Then a three-hour layover and an almost two-hour flight to Evergreen, the county seat where Branchwater was located. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. She was on her own to get home from there.
Since being hustled out of the Embassy at 2:30, she had not had anything to eat and only sips from the airport water fountain to drink. The Marines had bought themselves big burger meals at the airport on the Embassy dime, but Trixia had only $48 and a little change in her purse for the whole trip home. She had been stretching her funds until she would get her first paycheck on Wednesday, and she’d maxed her one credit card with the yet to be reimbursed expenses of getting to Singapore.
Trixie had been called into Minister Burnside’s office and told, without any preparation, that she was being dismissed and sent home. He said her work was unsatisfactory, and the State Department had no further need of her services. The Minister refused to explain beyond that and immediately called in the guards to escort her from the building. As she’d left the office, Burnside’s secretary, with a look of great sadness, had handed her the papers she still held.
On the ride to her apartment, she had looked at them. They also gave no detail of the reason for her firing. There was extensive boilerplate about her rights (which, as a short-term, probationary employee, were none!). There was an obscure passage referring to her "forfeiting all undisbursed pay, benefits, reimbursements, and emoluments." At the bottom of the last sheet, she read this, added in bold handwriting. “due to this employee’s inferior performance having causing significant embarrassment to the State Department, she is hereby forbidden to ever work again for the US government or any agency thereof!”
Trixie read that again and sobbed. All of her dreams of a government career were destroyed. She was sure this was all because she’d slept with Jeffrey. God! How stupid could she be! The men always got what they wanted, and the girls got screwed. Just like Branchwater
A voice came on the loudspeakers announcing “Passenger Beatrice Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight 1867 to Istanbul, please report to Inspection station at Gate C53.”
The Marines escorted Trixie to the Gate and the door “Special Inspection” They knocked, and a uniformed security officer appeared. Several other men were in the room. The Marines showed Amanda’s boarding pass, and the man nodded.
“You can go,” he said. “We’ll get Miss Thomson on her flight.” The Marines left, and Trixie was taken into the room.
Seratus Dua Puluh Lima – Three Days 23 Hours
Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 1:39 PM
Dr. Liú finished wrapping tape around Barbara’s midsection to ease her pain and aid her breathing. No bones were broken, but the bruising was extensive and painful. She applied a plaster to where she had bit her lip.
There was less she could do for the internal bruising. Without being told, she knew that it was caused by those monsters raping Moore with their nightsticks. That was just intolerable, thought Chunhua. Discipline was needed in prison, but that was obscene and beyond the pale.
The Doctor told herself that she would use her new-found favor with the Commandant to mitigate this senseless and misogynistic abuse!
Minister’s Office, Ministry of Home Affairs, Singapore, Monday, 2:06 PM
Josephine Shanmugam sat and stared at the phone. What was this all about, she thought? Of course, she’d had to agree to the Guards’s Commander's request that she speak to those detectives, “to further their investigation.” Professional courtesy demanded it. But what were they after? Those two ‘bulldogs,’ as Rut referred to them, must still be chasing their tails around. This case should be ended - Rogers was dead - his partner knew nothing. There was nothing to lead them elsewhere, no matter what wild suspicions they harbored. That little slut, at the center of it all, was convicted and sentenced. The case should be closed.
Jo resolved she would give these two keystone cops a chance to ask their silly questions. Then she would profess her ignorance of any of it and send them on their way.
Still, she wondered, why did they continue to bother?
Jo picked up the phone and dialed Rut’s number. She should be told.
Cell, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday, 2:50 PM
The guards unceremoniously dumped Amanda in her cell. Wearing only her torn blouse, hands cuffed behind, collared and leashed, the girl crawled to the thin straw-filled mat on the floor that served as a bed and lay on her side with her knees to her chest and cried. Every joint in her body screamed with pain from the horrible position she’d been in for over two hours. The cane blows still stung and burned, and her vagina was raw and still oozing the Commandant’s cum.
When she had been able to look around, she saw a tiny, windowless 8X8 ft. room with grey-painted cinderblock walls. There was a steel basin and commode, a slowly turning ceiling fan, and she was lying on a thin mat with a little stuffing, maybe an inch thick, lying directly on the hard stone floor. That was everything in her new, small world.
Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 2:55 PM
Chunhua Liú dialed the Commandant’s office.
“Yes, Dr. Liú. How is Miss Moore doing?”
“She’s coming along. There was no permanent damage, but extremely painful nonetheless.”
“Patch her up as best you can. I will have the guards move her back to her cell this evening. She has a special appointment in the morning.”
“Yes, Sir. But, I would advise careful treatment.”
“Naturally. Now, why did you call me? I’m sorry, but I’m quite busy.”
“Commandant, I would like to see you privately to inform you of a disturbing incident in the prison that happened today.”
“Really! Is it still ongoing, or has it stopped?”
“It is stopped, at least for the moment.”
“Good, Then it is not required that I address it this moment. I am swamped with urgent matters right now. Can we meet at 10:30 in the morning, in my office?”
“Why, yes. If we have to wait that long. I…”
“Good. No other choice right now. See you then, Doctor. I appreciate your concerns for the good of Changi.” Abruptly, he hung up.
Chunhua set down the phone. What was so important that he couldn’t see her?
Minister’s Office, Ministry of Home Affairs, Singapore, Monday, 3;30 PM
“Yes, Your Ladyship. Yes, I understand completely. You can count on me, Your Ladyship. No. Oh, God, no, I would never!”
“Yes. Yes, I shall! I assure you I can handle these dolts. They’ll get nothing from me. It’s just a formality, I’m sure. Of course, your Ladyship. I’ll call you as soon as the interview is over. Yes”
As Josephine hung up, she was covered in sweat and shivering slightly. How had it all gone so badly, she asked herself?
Deputy Director’s Office, CNB Headquarters, Monday 3:45 PM
Sergeant Hoa stuck his head in the door.
“Some news chief.”
“Come in, Sergeant. What is it?” Keefer’s opinion of Hoa had risen significantly over the last few days. The man might lack courage, but he followed orders with dogged persistence.
“That sexy redhead that Hodges has been screwing? She’s being sent back to the States. She is leaving on a plane right after midnight.”
“Really? Surprising, but it’s OK. We have all the tapes and surveillance we need in case we want to put the screws to him.”
“Too bad, though,” mused Hoa. “She was a scorching hot piece. I was looking forward to interrogating her. But now she’s safely away.”
“Who says safely?” said Williams with a smile. “I have an idea that should be entertaining. Get me our man in charge of the airport squad on the phone! I think I’ll arrange a little going-away present for the redheaded whore from the Trailer Park.
“Yes, Sir!”
Hodges’s Office, US Embassy Singapore, Monday, 5:00 PM
Jeffrey packed his briefcase and prepared to go home. It had been an incredibly exhausting day with a constant emotional roller coaster. The ups and downs of his hopes for Barbara and Amanda would have been enough to exhaust him by themselves. But adding the unjust, sudden dismissal of his sweet little secretary was more than he was prepared to handle.
Jeffrey hoped that Kathy was having a better day with her pregnancy. It would be good if she had the strength to comfort him for once.
As Hodges went to his car, he thought he might call up Chunhua tomorrow.
Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 7:00 PM
The guards came for Barbara just after dinner. The handled her gently, but still insisted on cuffing her hands behind and shackling her legs. And, worst, they drew that slimy hood over her head. Using the collar and leash, they led her back to her cell.
Cells, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday, 10:00 PM
Two women, one 19, one 36, lay on their mats in adjacent cells, watching the ceiling fans turn ever so slowly, barely stirring a breeze in the hot, humid prison air. Both suffered great pain trying to breathe because of recent beatings and sexual assaults. Both knew they were less than four days from death. Though sharing so much, they were not able to comfort each other. Each was alone with her thoughts.
The older woman refused to cry and repeated to herself, “I won’t let those fucking bastards win. I'll get out of this hell-hole of a prison and country somehow! And then I'll expose them all!”
The younger one did weep softly, but also sang softly, under her breath, “I’m strictly a female female and my future...”
Singapore Changi Airport, Monday, 10:45 PM
Trixie sat gently weeping between two unemotional Marine guards. She wore the dress she’d had put on sixteen hours earlier for work this morning. In her one hand, she held her boarding pass and the luggage ticket. In the other hand were several pages of crumpled paper. Trixie had hurriedly packed all her things at her apartment under the watchful and impatient eyes of the guards. They then drove her to the airport, checked her one suitcase (with, in fact, everything she owned in the world), and entered the waiting area for her flight: Turkish Airlines, via Istanbul to Atlanta, 30 hours total. Then a three-hour layover and an almost two-hour flight to Evergreen, the county seat where Branchwater was located. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. She was on her own to get home from there.
Since being hustled out of the Embassy at 2:30, she had not had anything to eat and only sips from the airport water fountain to drink. The Marines had bought themselves big burger meals at the airport on the Embassy dime, but Trixia had only $48 and a little change in her purse for the whole trip home. She had been stretching her funds until she would get her first paycheck on Wednesday, and she’d maxed her one credit card with the yet to be reimbursed expenses of getting to Singapore.
Trixie had been called into Minister Burnside’s office and told, without any preparation, that she was being dismissed and sent home. He said her work was unsatisfactory, and the State Department had no further need of her services. The Minister refused to explain beyond that and immediately called in the guards to escort her from the building. As she’d left the office, Burnside’s secretary, with a look of great sadness, had handed her the papers she still held.
On the ride to her apartment, she had looked at them. They also gave no detail of the reason for her firing. There was extensive boilerplate about her rights (which, as a short-term, probationary employee, were none!). There was an obscure passage referring to her "forfeiting all undisbursed pay, benefits, reimbursements, and emoluments." At the bottom of the last sheet, she read this, added in bold handwriting. “due to this employee’s inferior performance having causing significant embarrassment to the State Department, she is hereby forbidden to ever work again for the US government or any agency thereof!”
Trixie read that again and sobbed. All of her dreams of a government career were destroyed. She was sure this was all because she’d slept with Jeffrey. God! How stupid could she be! The men always got what they wanted, and the girls got screwed. Just like Branchwater
A voice came on the loudspeakers announcing “Passenger Beatrice Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight 1867 to Istanbul, please report to Inspection station at Gate C53.”
The Marines escorted Trixie to the Gate and the door “Special Inspection” They knocked, and a uniformed security officer appeared. Several other men were in the room. The Marines showed Amanda’s boarding pass, and the man nodded.
“You can go,” he said. “We’ll get Miss Thomson on her flight.” The Marines left, and Trixie was taken into the room.
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