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Trailer Park Trixie's Torment, Part II - Singapore
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Praefectus Praetorio
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28. Trixie's Desk, U.S. Embassy, Singapore, Monday 2:29 PM
Trixie sat at her desk, fighting back the tears. What had she done? When poor Jeffrey was having a very bad day where everything was going wrong, had she helped him? No! She'd caused him more trouble. How could she be so thoughtless and self-centered? Without a thought to how it might hurt him, she had allowed herself to be distracted by her petty financial problems.
She had been so panicked over her money problems. Trixie had never been taught how to handle money, except a few quick pieces of advice from Dr. Sullivan. That made her want to cry more when she remembered how she had betrayed Dr. Sullivan to those horrible men at FSI. Thank God nothing came of that to hurt Beatrice! But it just showed how selfish and unfeeling she was. She was just trailer trash!
Now, after the incredible and generous Mr. Hodges had gone out of his way to help a lonely new girl in town, to treat her to a wonderful time on Friday and a magical time on Saturday, she has screwed up and made him look bad in front of his boss. Jeffrey, a man who spent every waking moment trying to help others: Ms. Moore, Ms. Jones, and even poor, undeserving Trixie, all without a thought to himself! How she hated herself for that!
Trixie reached into her desk for another tissue to daub the tears away from her eyes. She was determined now. She must go to Minister Burnside and take responsibility for what had happened. Jeffrey must assume no blame. If there were a punishment, she would take it willingly - after all, she deserved it. She might be just trailer park trash, but, this time, she could do what was right!
Minister Burnside’s Office, U.S. Embassy, Singapore, 2:35 PM
Trixie entered the Minister’s office with trepidation. Just when she had resolved to see the Minister in person to accept responsibility for the incident in the exercise room, Peter, the Minister’s assistant, had come to her desk and said the Minister needed to see her. There was none of his usual gay friendliness. Not a word was spoken as the two went to the top floor. Trixie knew this was because of the scene in the locker room. How could she have been so stupid? Why did she have to go and be an idiot? By the time she had gotten to the Minister's door, Trixie was trembling from head to foot with guilt. She prepared in her mind the words she would say to take all the blame and say that Jeff was innocent.
When she entered, Burnside remained seated behind his desk, glancing at a paper that appeared to be a handwritten letter. Normally, he would politely stand up and come to greet a guest. For some reason, two uniformed Marine guards were standing at ease on either side of the entry door. Trixie has grown accustomed to the friendly but always armed and professional Marines around the Embassy. But inside an office and with stern faces was something she had not seen before.
Burnside directed Trixie to stand before his desk but did not offer her a seat.
The Minister continued to read the letter with a very sad look on his face. At last, Trixie could wait no longer and burst out, “Minister Burnside. I am so sorry. You must know that Jeffrey did nothing wrong. He was just coming out of the shower when I burst in – I know I should have knocked – and I ran into him by accident. He was completely innocent.” She paused to catch her breath as Burnside frowned at her.
“I’ve never had the slightest doubt of Hodges integrity. I saw you reach out to stroke his naked body. If I hadn’t come in right then, you were going to seduce the poor innocent man, weren't you?"
Trixie's hand flew to her open mouth in shock. "Oh, no! I swear! It was all innocent. I'm not that…"
"...kind of girl?" Burnside finished her sentence for her. He picked up several other papers. "But I have evidence that indicates you are. We have done some research into your background, and there is no way that a girl of your type should be working for the United States State Department."
“My type? What do you mean," asked Trixie, caught by surprise.
"Your permanent address is listed as the 'Bubba Jim Mobile Home Resort' in Branchwater, Alabama? You got an associate's degree from the South Alabama Technical Institute – whatever that thing is."
“I did grow up in a poor home. But please, Mr. Burnside, I have worked hard to get out of there.”
"Worked any way you could, I wager. After lunch, when I returned to my office, I found this letter from an old acquaintance at FSI.” He waived the letter he had been reading. “He wrote to warn me about you. He stated that you had only got through SATI by sleeping with your Counselor, a woman.
"I...I. That's not true! I worked for my grades there."
"Interesting work. You are disgusting! And, he says, you were about to be dismissed from FSI for lying and improper behavior.”
“No, oh, God, no!”
“And you only graduated by seducing an administrator and performing disgusting and perverse sexual acts on him.”
What could Trixie say? It was true but also a lie. Would Burnside even listen to her explanation, let alone believe her? And even if he did, her actions with Watson and Reedy would surely get her fired.
"Please, Minister. Give me a chance. It isn't as bad as it sounds."
"Not as bad as it sounds? Are you kidding, Ms. Thomson? I have all the evidence I need. You are with the Department on probation. We have decided that your work is unsatisfactory, and the State Department had no further need of your services.”
Trixie's mouth dropped open as she struggled to process the terrible news. Her brand new career was over almost before it began. "But...but...please, give me ano..."
Burnside held up his hand. "It's decided; the Ambassador himself has signed off on it. There will be no further discussion. These guards will escort you to your desk to clean it out. Then to the Embassy’s flat – which is no longer yours – to pack your things. Then, they will take you to the airport. Your flight leaves around midnight.”
“Please, Oh Ples…”
"Enough! Go with the guards now, and I warn you not to cause them any trouble."
Trixie sat at her desk, fighting back the tears. What had she done? When poor Jeffrey was having a very bad day where everything was going wrong, had she helped him? No! She'd caused him more trouble. How could she be so thoughtless and self-centered? Without a thought to how it might hurt him, she had allowed herself to be distracted by her petty financial problems.
She had been so panicked over her money problems. Trixie had never been taught how to handle money, except a few quick pieces of advice from Dr. Sullivan. That made her want to cry more when she remembered how she had betrayed Dr. Sullivan to those horrible men at FSI. Thank God nothing came of that to hurt Beatrice! But it just showed how selfish and unfeeling she was. She was just trailer trash!
Now, after the incredible and generous Mr. Hodges had gone out of his way to help a lonely new girl in town, to treat her to a wonderful time on Friday and a magical time on Saturday, she has screwed up and made him look bad in front of his boss. Jeffrey, a man who spent every waking moment trying to help others: Ms. Moore, Ms. Jones, and even poor, undeserving Trixie, all without a thought to himself! How she hated herself for that!
Trixie reached into her desk for another tissue to daub the tears away from her eyes. She was determined now. She must go to Minister Burnside and take responsibility for what had happened. Jeffrey must assume no blame. If there were a punishment, she would take it willingly - after all, she deserved it. She might be just trailer park trash, but, this time, she could do what was right!
Minister Burnside’s Office, U.S. Embassy, Singapore, 2:35 PM
Trixie entered the Minister’s office with trepidation. Just when she had resolved to see the Minister in person to accept responsibility for the incident in the exercise room, Peter, the Minister’s assistant, had come to her desk and said the Minister needed to see her. There was none of his usual gay friendliness. Not a word was spoken as the two went to the top floor. Trixie knew this was because of the scene in the locker room. How could she have been so stupid? Why did she have to go and be an idiot? By the time she had gotten to the Minister's door, Trixie was trembling from head to foot with guilt. She prepared in her mind the words she would say to take all the blame and say that Jeff was innocent.
When she entered, Burnside remained seated behind his desk, glancing at a paper that appeared to be a handwritten letter. Normally, he would politely stand up and come to greet a guest. For some reason, two uniformed Marine guards were standing at ease on either side of the entry door. Trixie has grown accustomed to the friendly but always armed and professional Marines around the Embassy. But inside an office and with stern faces was something she had not seen before.
Burnside directed Trixie to stand before his desk but did not offer her a seat.
The Minister continued to read the letter with a very sad look on his face. At last, Trixie could wait no longer and burst out, “Minister Burnside. I am so sorry. You must know that Jeffrey did nothing wrong. He was just coming out of the shower when I burst in – I know I should have knocked – and I ran into him by accident. He was completely innocent.” She paused to catch her breath as Burnside frowned at her.
“I’ve never had the slightest doubt of Hodges integrity. I saw you reach out to stroke his naked body. If I hadn’t come in right then, you were going to seduce the poor innocent man, weren't you?"
Trixie's hand flew to her open mouth in shock. "Oh, no! I swear! It was all innocent. I'm not that…"
"...kind of girl?" Burnside finished her sentence for her. He picked up several other papers. "But I have evidence that indicates you are. We have done some research into your background, and there is no way that a girl of your type should be working for the United States State Department."
“My type? What do you mean," asked Trixie, caught by surprise.
"Your permanent address is listed as the 'Bubba Jim Mobile Home Resort' in Branchwater, Alabama? You got an associate's degree from the South Alabama Technical Institute – whatever that thing is."
“I did grow up in a poor home. But please, Mr. Burnside, I have worked hard to get out of there.”
"Worked any way you could, I wager. After lunch, when I returned to my office, I found this letter from an old acquaintance at FSI.” He waived the letter he had been reading. “He wrote to warn me about you. He stated that you had only got through SATI by sleeping with your Counselor, a woman.
"I...I. That's not true! I worked for my grades there."
"Interesting work. You are disgusting! And, he says, you were about to be dismissed from FSI for lying and improper behavior.”
“No, oh, God, no!”
“And you only graduated by seducing an administrator and performing disgusting and perverse sexual acts on him.”
What could Trixie say? It was true but also a lie. Would Burnside even listen to her explanation, let alone believe her? And even if he did, her actions with Watson and Reedy would surely get her fired.
"Please, Minister. Give me a chance. It isn't as bad as it sounds."
"Not as bad as it sounds? Are you kidding, Ms. Thomson? I have all the evidence I need. You are with the Department on probation. We have decided that your work is unsatisfactory, and the State Department had no further need of your services.”
Trixie's mouth dropped open as she struggled to process the terrible news. Her brand new career was over almost before it began. "But...but...please, give me ano..."
Burnside held up his hand. "It's decided; the Ambassador himself has signed off on it. There will be no further discussion. These guards will escort you to your desk to clean it out. Then to the Embassy’s flat – which is no longer yours – to pack your things. Then, they will take you to the airport. Your flight leaves around midnight.”
“Please, Oh Ples…”
"Enough! Go with the guards now, and I warn you not to cause them any trouble."
Excuse me while I
Come on Trixie! Wake up! The guy’s a total jerk!
This is a shockingly sad episode. I don’t know which got to me the most, my anger or my sorrow, but PrPr’s writing wrung them both from me in roughly equal measure … a most unpleasant brew!"Enough! Go with the guards now, and I warn you not to cause them any trouble."
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Thank you for the compliment - though I regret serving up an unpleasant brew.Excuse me while I
Come on Trixie! Wake up! The guy’s a total jerk!
This is a shockingly sad episode. I don’t know which got to me the most, my anger or my sorrow, but PrPr’s writing wrung them both from me in roughly equal measure … a most unpleasant brew!
Corvid
Executioner
Don't fret. I suspect many of us are eagerly awaiting the brew being salted with more of poor Trixie's tears.
Hey, at least it's unlikely that she'll be facing down that credit card debt any time soon. Everyone knows that debt collectors are the real monsters.
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Hey PrPr TK55 leaves at 2330, ( SIN- IST) think she can make it?
What cheapskates booking Turkish airlines, but jokes on them, cabin is one of the better ones, connects to NYC easily enough… I’m sure she has her Turkish Visa prepared, right?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I believe that back in 2019, TK55 had a departure at 0010.
A lot to wrap up before tomorrow's conclusion
29. Jeffrey Hodges Office, U.S. Embassy, Singapore, Monday 2:49 PM
Jeffrey finished reading the notes on the law books that Trixie had left on his desk. He had to admit that they were pretty good. He now understood several aspects of Singapore law far better than before. And many more parts that he was completely unaware of.
His mind wandered to how the redhead had looked in her tight dress in the exercise room. Jeff was thankful that her body had blocked Burnside's view of his aroused cock. He thought back to the luncheon and the things that the others had said about Trixie. They were so unfair. But he couldn't afford to arouse suspicions about their relationship. He was sure that any issues would blow over quickly without him needing to take any chances.
He buzzed Trixie. He wanted to ask her to review another law book for him. He also thought it would be nice to see her stand at attention before his desk with her chest thrust out. But there was no answer.
He looked out his door, but she wasn't at her desk. Assuming she was on a personal break, he returned to his office. He wondered if she maybe wasn't as dedicated as she claimed, being away when he wanted her. He hadn’t noticed that the one personal item she’d always kept on her desktop, a cute but much worn, tousled redheaded troll doll, was missing.
About ten minutes later, Robert Burnside knocked on Jeffrey’s door and asked if he was busy. Jeff said no and invited him to come in and sit down. The Minister 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?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
"I say that because I don't want you to think we blame you for any of this. But that damn Trixie is a problem.”
…
Fifteen minutes later, the Minister got up to leave.
"But…but Sir!” Jeffrey protested, “It seems so sudden. I understand your concerns. I...I share the same. She is very rough around the edges, common, not from our kind of people. But can't we give her a few more weeks to prove herself?" he pleaded. "We could call her in here now and both talk to her and put her on strict warning? Dock her pay, some other discipline. Given a chance, she might prove worthy of retention.” Jeff's pleas for Trixie maintained a professional distance.
“That’s your weakness, Hodges. You are too damn soft-hearted with a pretty girl. It was your indulging of that Jones intern with her drugs that made this necessary. You cannot let your desires cloud your judgment. The Ambassador has demanded that we clean house.”
Burnside's comments about Jeff's weakness for pretty girls in general and his special relationship with Amanda put the lawyer on alert that he was treading on dangerous ground. He couldn't seem to have a special interest in Trixie also. What if Burnside looked into his use of the hotel over the weekend? No, he had to leave her to her fate. After all, she was just a nobody from a trailer park, and he was a respected lawyer with a promising career and a lovely wife. He had to worry about his job and not the redhead.
"It’s too late, Jeffrey. Your concern speaks well of your altruism, but it's been decided. She's already been terminated. Before the day is out, she will be on a plane back to Alabama. You should thank us, Hodges, rather than defending that...that tramp."
Jeffrey surrendered. Time to protect his position. “Yes, Sir. I do thank you – and the Ambassador. I guess she was nothing but trouble.”
“You are welcome, Hodges. You are right about the slut. I suspect we might have saved you much trouble."
Trixie's fate was decided. The discussion ended, and Burnside turned to the door and left the office. Jeffrey Hodges sat staring after him. He felt some sympathy for Trixie. But relief for dodging any blame was his main emotion. Oh well, he thought. She's a grownup and should take care of herself. That kind of people always found a way to get by. She could always make a living with her body. Saturday night screwing her had been unbelievable. However, in the end, he thought, she was just a piece of trailer park trash.
Changi Airport, Singapore, Monday, 10:20 PM
The two Marines had come up and taken Trixie's arms and gently but firmly ushered her from Burnside’s office. Peter had tears in his eyes as he handed her a manila envelope of papers.
Tears ran down Trixie's cheeks as she went with the guards to her desk. They handed her a canvas bag to carry her belongings. She looked longly at the door to Jeffrey's office and turned to the guards to ask if she could say goodbye to Mr. Hodges. The head Marine replied, "No, Ms. We were told that he does not want to be disturbed by you. Now let's go get your things at your flat." The man wasn't nasty, just following his orders.
At her flat, Trixie hurriedly packed all her things 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. Trixie sat on a hard, plastic seat, gripping her ticket and dismissal papers in one hand and her little 'Trix" doll in the other. On her eleventh birthday, one of the few times her mother had been sober enough to remember it, she had gotten the little troll doll with red hair like hers. It had been her quiet companion and comfort ever since – a reminder of a single flash of maternal affection.
Trixie remembered how proud she had been when she went to work for Hodges to place it on the corner of her desk, The first workplace that had been hers with dear old Trix watching over her. Now, holding the little doll gave her a slight amount of comfort as her whole world fell apart.
Obeying their orders, the two men remained, seated on either side of Trixie. They were to assure that she boarded her flight without incident.
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. And his cruel treatment of Amanda Jones had been an excellent display of enhanced interrogation.
“That sexy redhead that Hodges has been screwing? My source at the U.S. Embassy has told me that 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 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!”
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Please do be flattered, sir!!!
Once again I must …
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Trix:
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Today, we bring to an end Trixie's brief Sojourn in Singapore:
30. Singapore Changi Airport, Monday, 10:25 PM
Trixie sat gently weeping between two unemotional Marine guards. She wore the same dress she’d had put on sixteen hours earlier for work in the morning. In her one hand, she held her boarding pass, luggage ticket, and dismissal papers. In her other hand was her little Troll friend, Trix. Her flight, via Istanbul, would be 30 hours to Atlanta. Then a three-hour layover there and a one-hour flight to Mongomery, the Alabama state capital. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. She was on her own to get home from there. Home, she thought? Her mother's trailer? Was she even still there. They hadn't spoken in over a year.
Thoughts of her home caused Trixie to cry as she thought of going back to live in the cesspool that was Branchwater after all her time in Evergreen, DC, and even Singapore. What could she do to earn a living? Her education and training would be worthless. And then there was her debt. She owned thousands of dollars between her bank account and her credit card with no way to pay.
The last meal Trixie had was a hurried little breakfast before rushing off to the office early this morning. Due to running all those errands for Jeffrey, she’d missed lunch. Hustled out of the Embassy at 2:40, she had nothing to eat since 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, which they callously scarfed in front of her. But Trixie had only $48 and a bit of change in her purse for the whole trip home. She had been stretching her funds until she would get her first paycheck on Thursday, and she'd maxed her one credit card with the yet-to-be-reimbursed expenses of getting to Singapore and the cost of new clothes. And now those funds were gone.
Riding to the airport, Trixie had looked at the papers that Peter, tears running down his cheeks, had given her. They gave no details of the reason for her firing. There was extensive boilerplate about her rights (which, as a short-term, probationary employee, were effectively none). An obscure passage referred to her "forfeiting all not yet disbursed pay, benefits, reimbursements, and emoluments." So no pay and no expense reimbursement! She was flat broke and deep in debt.
Trixie looked again, for the third time, at the bottom of the last sheet. There, added in bold printing, she read, "due to the inferior performance of this employee having caused significant embarrassment to the Embassy and the State Department, she is hereby forbidden to ever work again for the U.S. government or any agency thereof!" Trixie read that one more time and sobbed. It destroyed all of her dreams of a government career.
She was sure this all came about due to her stupid decision to get involved with Jeffrey. Trixie's heart broke as she remembered what the Marine had said about Hodges, not even wanting to see her say goodbye. God! How stupid could she be! The men always got what they wanted, and the girls were left holding the bag and screwed. It was just like Branchwater.
A voice came on the loudspeakers announcing, "Passenger Beatrix Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight TK55 to Istanbul, please report to the Inspection station at Gate C53. Passenger Beatrix Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight TK55 to Istanbul, please report to the Inspection station at Gate C53. "
The Marines escorted Trixie to Gate C53 and the door "Special Inspection" They knocked, and a uniformed security officer appeared. He wore a black armband with the letters CNB on it. In the room behind him were several other uniformed men. The Marines handed over Trixie's boarding pass and passport. He examined them and then looked at Trixie with a smile that was almost a leer. He slowly let his gaze move from her head to her feet and back up again. His smile seemed slightly malevolent as he said, "Ms. Thomson, we've been looking forward to seeing you. Come in." He stood back only somewhat so that she had to rub against him to get by.
“Thank you,” he said to the Marines. “We’ll take charge of her from here. I give you my promise that we will get Miss Thomson on her flight.” The Marines, bored after waiting seven hours, glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders. The one said to the CNB man, “Thank you,” and left Trixie in the room with the men.
The End
See you in Turkey!
30. Singapore Changi Airport, Monday, 10:25 PM
Trixie sat gently weeping between two unemotional Marine guards. She wore the same dress she’d had put on sixteen hours earlier for work in the morning. In her one hand, she held her boarding pass, luggage ticket, and dismissal papers. In her other hand was her little Troll friend, Trix. Her flight, via Istanbul, would be 30 hours to Atlanta. Then a three-hour layover there and a one-hour flight to Mongomery, the Alabama state capital. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. She was on her own to get home from there. Home, she thought? Her mother's trailer? Was she even still there. They hadn't spoken in over a year.
Thoughts of her home caused Trixie to cry as she thought of going back to live in the cesspool that was Branchwater after all her time in Evergreen, DC, and even Singapore. What could she do to earn a living? Her education and training would be worthless. And then there was her debt. She owned thousands of dollars between her bank account and her credit card with no way to pay.
The last meal Trixie had was a hurried little breakfast before rushing off to the office early this morning. Due to running all those errands for Jeffrey, she’d missed lunch. Hustled out of the Embassy at 2:40, she had nothing to eat since 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, which they callously scarfed in front of her. But Trixie had only $48 and a bit of change in her purse for the whole trip home. She had been stretching her funds until she would get her first paycheck on Thursday, and she'd maxed her one credit card with the yet-to-be-reimbursed expenses of getting to Singapore and the cost of new clothes. And now those funds were gone.
Riding to the airport, Trixie had looked at the papers that Peter, tears running down his cheeks, had given her. They gave no details of the reason for her firing. There was extensive boilerplate about her rights (which, as a short-term, probationary employee, were effectively none). An obscure passage referred to her "forfeiting all not yet disbursed pay, benefits, reimbursements, and emoluments." So no pay and no expense reimbursement! She was flat broke and deep in debt.
Trixie looked again, for the third time, at the bottom of the last sheet. There, added in bold printing, she read, "due to the inferior performance of this employee having caused significant embarrassment to the Embassy and the State Department, she is hereby forbidden to ever work again for the U.S. government or any agency thereof!" Trixie read that one more time and sobbed. It destroyed all of her dreams of a government career.
She was sure this all came about due to her stupid decision to get involved with Jeffrey. Trixie's heart broke as she remembered what the Marine had said about Hodges, not even wanting to see her say goodbye. God! How stupid could she be! The men always got what they wanted, and the girls were left holding the bag and screwed. It was just like Branchwater.
A voice came on the loudspeakers announcing, "Passenger Beatrix Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight TK55 to Istanbul, please report to the Inspection station at Gate C53. Passenger Beatrix Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight TK55 to Istanbul, please report to the Inspection station at Gate C53. "
The Marines escorted Trixie to Gate C53 and the door "Special Inspection" They knocked, and a uniformed security officer appeared. He wore a black armband with the letters CNB on it. In the room behind him were several other uniformed men. The Marines handed over Trixie's boarding pass and passport. He examined them and then looked at Trixie with a smile that was almost a leer. He slowly let his gaze move from her head to her feet and back up again. His smile seemed slightly malevolent as he said, "Ms. Thomson, we've been looking forward to seeing you. Come in." He stood back only somewhat so that she had to rub against him to get by.
“Thank you,” he said to the Marines. “We’ll take charge of her from here. I give you my promise that we will get Miss Thomson on her flight.” The Marines, bored after waiting seven hours, glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders. The one said to the CNB man, “Thank you,” and left Trixie in the room with the men.
The End
See you in Turkey!
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Okay. The good news is that we’ve seen the last of Hodges. The bad news? Well, we’ll have to wait and see about that. Istanbul is a fabulous place. I’ve been there twice and was thoroughly fascinated both times to savor this exotically fabled city, although not in the way that Trixie undoubtedly will once PrPr gets around to continuing this sad tale.
bkcharmer
Executioner
What if Jeffery is sent to Turkey ??? After all his great work defending Barbara he might be needed.
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twonines
LIMERICUS
Didn`t you "enjoy" some interesting adventures on one of your visits?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Barb enjoyed the first three-quarters of her trip to Singapore - until it all went terribly wrong!
bkcharmer
Executioner
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It wasn’t litter! It was gum.
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
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