Tunnel Rat 'Robin' It was hot. It was always hot. It was humid as always, and the bugs were fierce. He had welts on welts, and yet this was his preferred attire when crawling in the tunnels looking for the gooks. He was always at risk of being shot at close range, because the tunnels were so pitch black and hiding places and booby traps and bungie pits were...
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series. I lay back on the bed and thought of the happenings of the past few weeks while the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club premises cl...
I’d met the old man twice before. During the first meeting, he’d tried to convince me to act as an import agent for his wine. Since the wine had the bouquet of a dead fish and might well have had a use as a solvent, I told him the American market wasn’t ready for it. The second meeting had gone better and ended with me no longer having to call him by his le...
Any resemblance to real persons or other real-life entities is purely coincidental. All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental. * I looked up from the accounts and financial records of the WFGC towards Pilar Tab...
Mary was waiting when John reached the markets. She pointed down an alley to three men drinking coffee. "Some cadres are waiting for you," she whispered, "what have you done?" He looked at Mary she was a tough old fighter. She had changed dramatically since he started to help her daughter and her friends. She used to be his greatest critic. Now if any one s...
Vanessa isn't her real name. She has family in the Philippines and, if they knew the whole story, they'd throw her out in the street for sure. The best place to start to tell the story of Vanessa is at the beginning. Our family was growing, both in numbers and in age. Tanya was now five, Damien was a toddler of three and Lin had just arrived. We had already...
Let me introduce myself. My American name is "Kathy" in Vietnam "Thi" and now it is "ass gook or AG" as they call me. I first must thank Master Patrick for helping me write this. You can read how I met him with in the stories of "New Vietnamese Neighbors" I came to the states in 2010 with my then husband and young daughter. Even though I moved to America at...
I guess when you start a diary; you should always start at the beginning. It is not my intention that anyone ever reads my diary, but I guess I have had some rotten luck as the years have gone by. My real Mum died; well that's what I tell myself, but to be honest, I don't even think of her as my real Mum. My step Mum was called Ruth. She was not my biologi...
I am one of those girls who decided long ago that it would be easier to translate my name from Vietnamese to English, rather than spend the rest of my life explaining the spelling and pronunciation of Summer in Vietnamese. My parents aren't American hippies. They're Vietnamese. So, in English, I'm just Summer. As a kid, I was skinny, tiny, awkward, and neve...
It is around 9:30 when we got Don to bed and we are in the master bedroom. My favorite gook just finished putting on the black collar tag reading "Alpha Bitch". Same waist chain that my new young gook had on, to finish off her is black spiked thigh high boots (every heel in the shoe collection is 6 inches or higher.) Next, we hear the door open so first I h...