Monique S

Foreign influence: part 15

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twenty

The next morning I got up early, showered quickly and put on the grey dress I had been given by Marion. It was half past five as I got into the kitchen, I wanted to get to Davidwache before everybody else to check out what had been done while I was having some girl time with Maureen. After having had my coffee as quietly as possible I decided to get my make up on at the station and wrote a note for Angela, asking her to come whenever she felt ready and to leave Sasha with Biggi again. Then I put on the nice peep toe pumps than came with the dress, grabbed my trench coat and bag and headed off to Davidwache shortly afterwards.

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A story of heartache and pain, sins, misadventures, curses, a gods wrath and finally redemption.

What If?

by Monique S.

What if even an ordinary mortal could alter history? There are so many theories as to what time is and what it would mean if you could alter history and create an alternate timeline in a parallel universe.

Being interested in extreme Astrology and a technician I have always rejected such theories, just until I woke up in HER bed and found myself changed ...

Foreign influence: part 14

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eighteen

As I had in my mind to have a chat with Domenica after the scheduled meeting for Wednesday, the next morning I dressed in the jeans mini, the black high heeled boots and the silver grey lambswool jumper and made myself up carefully. I had to meet the team at Davidwache and 3B, Maureen and Irene were not to meet for their guided tour before round about lunchtime I was hoping for a bit of quiet time with my colleagues, but to my surprise 3B turned up in the middle of Klaus’s update on what he and Bernd had discovered the day before. He was without Maureen and as he sat down next to me he whispered in my ear that Maureen and Sasha were raiding the main shopping area in the city together and that I looked very much the part. I felt obliged to introduce him to those, who had not yet seen him and asked Klaus to forgive the interruption. As he took up his recital again I translated for 3B, who listened attentively. As Klaus had finished he asked me to be allowed to say something for all our benefit. I agreed, knowing his resourcefulness and experience.

Foreign influence: part 13

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seventeen

I had not set an alarm, but since I wanted to use the early morning hours to talk to Harry I woke up at six o'clock. Angela and Sasha were sleeping like babies and so I slid silently out of bed and showered. I had got dressed in the green mini dress, made myself up and brewed a coffee before Angela appeared in the kitchen door asking sleepily:
"What on earth are you doing up at this ungodly hour, my love?"

Foreign influence: part 12

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sixteen

I did not sleep all that well that night, too much being on my mind. I woke up feeling Angela watching me as I held Sasha sleeping in my arms. The girl looked like an innocent little angel.
"Hard to imagine, seeing her like that, what an acute observation and intuitive perception she has." whispered Angela in my ear "She seems so much older than her years sometimes. And what a shame it is you cannot be a mother." she added smiling lovingly and kissing me softly on the lips.

Foreign influence: part 11

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fourteen


But our day was not over yet. As we got home we found Biggi and her bodyguard in the kitchen, Biggi already quite tipsy. There was an empty bottle of bubbly and two glasses of wine on the table. The officer had decided, realizing that Angela was not home to take the relay, that he had to stay until our return. I apologized sincerely for my thoughtlessness but he just smiled and said:
"I am sure, Frau Kommissar, that you had a lot on your mind today, my pains being to the very end of the list, and rightly so."
"What?" broke in Biggi her speech suddenly clear "Frau Kommissar? Are you joking, Fred?"
So they were on first name basis now, were they? All the better, I supposed.

Foreign influence: part 10

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thirteen

I awoke refreshed in my love’s arms, happily purring my delight at her presence into her lovely bosom. Angela tenderly stroked my hair and then lifted my face so that she could kiss me.
"You were almost dead on your feet, Monika." she said softly "Go easy my love, go easy!"
"I promise to try, love of my life, but this case is taking turns as if it was a snake and had a life of it’s own. And I'm a bit tired by all that emotional turmoil, that I never before have had to experience in any case I've handled."
"It certainly seems a lot to cope with a bad case and on top to find yourself quite suddenly turned into a woman, have fallen deeply in love and, as if that was not enough, responsible to deal with everybody's emotional problems. Anything I can do to help?"
"Be there for me, darling, I need you! If you could do more depends on this morning's meeting. But then, the two of us might be completely out of it already and not know it."

Foreign influence: part 9

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eleven

So far, we agreed as we sat around our small kitchen table, we had been mostly successful. Therefore I had earned myself the treat I was now in for, Angela said. I should try on the underwear and dress while she would prepare an evening meal, so I undressed and then Biggi started to dress me. I soon understood, why the women at the time had had maids, it seemed almost impossible to tie the corset and put on the dress without help. It was a marvellous experience, though, to be dressed in those clothes. Once I had put on the silk stockings and the underpants as well as the chemise, Biggi laid the corset around my waist and then tightened it almost to the full. My waist became very narrow indeed and when she then helped me into the underskirts my hips looked a lot wider. The feeling of being shaped like that by the corset was, contrary to my expectations, very pleasant. I had thought I would feel restricted but instead I felt supported in a very straight and proud posture.

Foreign influence: part 8

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ten

I didn't sleep all that well, too much was on my mind. So I was the first to be up and sneaked into the bath and then into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. When I looked at the clock it was just half past five, so I prepared a dough for fresh home made rolls and made some coffee, then sat having a first cup. I started a new list of what we now knew.

Foreign influence: part 7

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nine

The next morning we slept longer to recover from the excesses of the last two days: too much work, too little food, too much fun and too much alcohol. I needed a substantial breakfast and so, while Angela was still in the bathroom, I popped down to Winterhuder Weg, hastily dressed and again without any make-up, to get supplies. I got back with organic eggs, wholemeal toast, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, sausages and, best of all, real English Marmalade. As I entered the flat I smelled fresh coffee and hurried into the kitchen to show my loot. Angela was already fully dressed in a black mini dress and made up. She was almost speechless.

Foreign influence: part 6

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Seven

We had slept for almost an hour as the alarm went off. It was half past seven already and we hurried to get some clothes on and refresh our make-up. I opted for white lace knickers and garters with white stockings, the long soft skirt and the mohair jumper while Angela went for a soft body hugging knitted dress, neither of us wore too high heels. Dressed comfortably like that we quickly had a sandwich and shot off to see Veronika, who’s bell we rang just about half an hour later. Veronika opened the door dressed in a dirndl dress. She looked absolutely at home in it and it enhanced her motherly appearance while giving her a sexy touch at the same time, since her ample bosom was displayed decently but obviously above a tight waist and full skirt with the obligatory white apron. With it she wore old fashioned little white lace-up boots. I was instantly a little envious and Angela read me like an open book.

Foreign influence: part 5

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Six

As I opened the door Angela was waiting for me in the hall. She was already wearing her night dress and looked at me appraisingly. I proudly turned around in front of her and said:
"How do you like your new girlfriend?"
"Nice, darling! I told you you’d be even more sexy as a blonde, Monika."
"And right you were, too. I love it. How do you like the clothes?"
"They are just the right compromise between sexy and respectable. But I have something you have to wear now."

Foreign influence: part 4

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Five

The alarm, that we had set, went off far too early for what we’d been up to most of the night. We took our time to get out of bed. So much so, that Angela had to hurry to get to her shift in time and I had to either make myself up myself or go out without make-up. I did not feel like experimenting with make-up and so, when Angela was gone, I dressed in the trouser suit again and left for Reeperbahn to go to the cosmetics and lingerie place, where we had bought my black body to find out if they'd restyle my hair and do my make-up. Also I would be able to pick up my car, that had been sitting in Nobistor since I went wandering back to the Monika Bar.

Foreign influence: part 2

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Two

The door sprang open. Without thinking twice about it I slid into the corridor. I remembered the way I had come in and did what Angela had said, vanished in the woodwork. I walked like a whore and as if everything was normal, went down the stairs and found the front door with a normal handle. In the lobby was a stack of cards from taxi companies and I took one, then simply walked out the front door, completely forgetting the state of my dress and make-up. There was no one outside, just a dark driveway through a small park to the road.

Foreign influence: part 1

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Prolog

The boy was about eleven years old. He was standing near the wire fence that was separating the dunes from the beach. Slowly he climbed onto the post next to him, put first one foot on the wire, then two and started walking the wire like a rope towards the next post. He seemed quite sure in his footing, kept his balance well and progressed towards the next post with its paper basket (also made of steel wire) close to it. For a moment he seemed unsure and then he fell - or did he jump? - and landed, one leg inside and one leg out, in the paper basket, that was much higher than his little legs were long. His scream of pain scattered the holidaymaker’s beach idyll.

Foreign influence

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A dead body has been found and no clues as to who or why, only that is was definitely murder.
Undercover Kriminalhauptmeiser (detective lieutenent) Wolf Schwedt, a master of disguises, is
charged to investigate and is quckly realising, that he'll have to go under cover into the TG-scene
in Hamburg's red light district, Grosse Freiheit and the Monika Bar, to be precise.

Viper: part 10

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Chapter nineteen:

We went to bed early, all three of us intent of being at our best, when we engaged the enemy. Up early as well we checked one last time all we had in the car and France checked my gun and ammunition just to make sure. I placed it in the bag, drew it with lightning speed, pretended to aim and put it back satisfied. Then we joined in the Chi Kung for gathering all possible energy and join our senses as a group. When the sun was fully over the horizon we set off.

Viper: part 9

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Chapter seventeen:

I didn’t have much hope for the mayor either, this day wasn’t going to be a happy one. Was there anywhere I could address myself to get someone to do something? Franco and Giovanni didn’t look very happy either. I didn’t think any of us had got much sleep, in Franco and my case none whatsoever and dad didn’t look like he’d slept much either. When Selena and Giulia appeared to find out what the shouting had been about and Selena took me in her arms I was ready to cry. Somehow her presence calmed me, though, and I snuggled deeply into her embrace. That was enough to tell her I was exhausted.

Viper: part 8

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Chapter fifteen:

I was tired having watched over Barbara, Tino and her girls, but I knew there might be a visit of some more Carabinieri, so I went and got washed, put some nice feminine clothes and make-up on and then clued Marina and Bianca up on what we had done during the night. Franco was soon back with me, also cleaned up, changed and wearing an after shave. I could not help a giggle.
“Out to impress your Queen, Dì yī qíshì?” I asked punching his shoulder playfully.
“Our quarters are not quite as luxurious as yours, Lóng nǚwáng. With all those others there was barely enough hot water to shave, so having realised your delicate nose I thought I’d rather disguise any smells.”

Viper: part 7

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Chapter thirteen:

Marina and Bianca were the first to put their arms around my neck half giggling and half crying with joy. Selena was not far behind.
“Xiăolóng, my angel, I am so glad you are safe!”
Finally the tension left me and I cuddled into her embrace.
“I am and have been all the time, mum, but it can be hard to be the dragon.”
“What happened?”
“We got the family safe, mum, but you do not want to know how.”
“More broken necks?”
“Mum, please stop asking.”

Viper: part 6

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Chapter eleven:

For a moment I had thought the Commissario would faint. Then it looked like he was going into shock, but slowly his senses were able to convince him, that he was NOT dreaming. Confusion and indecision battled in his expression, before he looked finally straight into my eyes. I smiled.
“Did you really think I was trying to deceive you with a story like mine? Nobody could possibly invent such a thing, Commissario.”
“You broke the solid oak table with that little fist of yours? How is that even possible?”

Viper: part 5

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Chapter nine:

Knowing that there were enough armed guards around the house for me to be woken by a considerable racket if someone tried to breach the property, which would give me time to prepare, I had a good night’s sleep. Marina and I were up and dressed before we woke Bianca. While Marina prepared her for the day I went to find Franco. He was getting the strongest of the remaining cars ready. He smiled as he saw me.

Viper: part 4

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Chapter seven:

This time the shit hit the fans. The next morning there were headlines all over the place. The house that had blown up was known to be the property of a high ranking Mafia family and there had been more than a dozen dead “soldiers” with broken necks plus quite a sizeable number of corpses burnt beyond recognition. The servants and Bianca’s parents alike had told the Carabinieri a story of the ghost of a woman known as Viper, who had come and killed all the soldiers and carried them from the explosion. As the Carabinieri did hardly find any traces at all and the guard dogs, four Dobermans, no less, had broken necks, too, the rumours spread rapidly. Nobody found any traces other than those of the people who lay the charges. The Vatican actually sent a group of priests to clear the site and Grandpa and I cracked up laughing at the news.

Viper: part 3

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Chapter five:

That night changed a lot of things and yet not. Our friends at school had always suspected that there was more between us than sisterly affection. They simply accepted what our relationship was. There were boys that tried to ridicule us, but Marina’s brothers, who were in more advanced classes, nevertheless let it be known, that whoever messed with us would have to face their retribution. Marina and I always giggled at that, as we both knew, what would happen to a boy who got too boisterous with me.

Viper: part 2

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Chapter three:

The next morning Grandpa took me to the harbour, where a big yacht was berthed at the Überseebrücke. We were greeted at the gangway by two guys, who looked like they meant business. I was smiling at them, feeling that I could easily dispatch the two of them, not to even speak of my master. They were armed but not fast enough to get at their guns if I were unleashed. Grandpa had a gentle smile on his lips as he looked at me smiling, too. We both knew what the other was thinking. The two guys padded us down and were satisfied that we had nothing hidden in terms of weapons. Little did they suspect that we WERE the weapons.

Viper: part 1

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Chapter one:

Life can be hard in some cases. How an individual copes is entirely up to the person’s character. Some choose to accept what is expected of them, others decide to make their own rules. In a lot of cases those who do think themselves superior to other human beings. A very few see their ability as an obligation to their fellow humans. Those who use that obligation in a completely selfless fashion are few and far between. My mother was one of the last category. She had been born on Christmas 1928 in Hamburg, Germany, and was not quite eleven years old, when the war broke out. She did not have an easy childhood, when she was 5 years old by accident she stumbled next to her mothers wash tub in her hurry and fell with her rear into the still almost boiling laundry. She showed me her bottom but once to warn me about tubs with hot water and the scars from the scalding were quite extensive. I was only four and they frightened me a lot. It took me until puberty, before I understood what effect that experience had had on her.

Viper

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 Viper

The big man behind the desk had a nasty smile on his face.
“You see, little woman, I can do any harm to your father I like.”
His smile wavered when he did not find the reaction in my eyes he expected. Instead he saw an ironic smile appear.
“That might be true,” I said while my right hand snuck into the handbag on my lap and under the money that seemed to fill it “under the condition you survive.”
My hand came up in a flash and with two noises that sounded like flop, flop, two holes appeared, one in each forehead of the two bodyguards, who flanked him. Now he was looking into the muzzle of the silencer on my .32 Walther PPK. I left exactly the time for panic to appear in his face, before I shot him, too.

Sorry to all followers of "The seduction"

I have to express my apologies to all of you, who are waiting for the next chapter about "Stehanie and the gang" as my5inch said. I realy tried to write more, but this other story kept barging in on my mind, whenever I open Libre Office, even if I just want to put a quote or an invoice together.

So I'll start it now, it is going to be novella size and in three days I have already accumulated about 15K words. I hope you'll like it.

Monique.

The seduction: part 27

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Chapter sixty three: lunch and a trip back:

Both Maureen and Monika had been surprised and also delighted by Julie. On their way back to Belgravia in a taxi they happily chatted away about the day they had experienced. At the hotel they were up to their room and in bed in a flash. Sleep was a while off, though, when they started cuddling.

The seduction: part 26

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A new chapter, sorry for the delay but I tried my best to fiish a ew story on NaNoWriMo and did well there. Now it is down to iroing out all the typos and other errors, then it s going to appear as a book here, before it goes on sale.

So here is a new chapter of the seduction, just one, but an extra long one, enjoy!

Tempted to reply, Gwen,

to your post, but then the topic is too important to just write into a reply, so here is my own post.

What Gwen has described in her post are the symtoms of a society breaking down, because its membrs have become victims of political/economical thought, that prefers to see people die from consumerism rather than reach old age and therewith a pension, that no government really has the will and the money to pay for.

NaNoWriMo

Heyall,

I have mentioned the National Novel Writing Month before and I am participating again.

This time there are even more reward offers there than before. For the first time apart from publishing possibilities there are

a cash prize of $1000
and two ruuner up prizes of $500 each!

https://tapas.io/newsfeed/28?utm_source=newsfeed&utm_medium=...

The seduction: part 25

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Chapter sixty one: various preparations

The next day was spent with preparations for the wedding. While Rani fitted everyone with the garments she had chosen or made for everyone from Exeter, the family went into the Henna ceremony for Deepika. Monika and Maureen O’Connor were fitted for their sarees first. Both, Maureen and Monika were amazed, how comfortable and at the same time beautiful the Sarees were. No one was prepared, though, for what happened with Stephanie. Bhavana had brought the black wig with her and had persuaded Steph to become the Indian girl again.
When Steph came out dressed in her saree and the wig the surprise on everybody’s faces apart from her love and the housemates was almost funny to watch. Even Monika was wide eyed in wonder. She really looked like an Indian woman. Claire and Jacqueline were speechless. But then it was their term after Maureen had been fitted. She, of course, looked fabulous in a saree, too. But then, Steph thought, she’d still look gorgeous wearing a burlap sack.

The seduction: part 24

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Chapter fifty nine: can of worms?

Maureen had finished her call with Rani smiling and told Monika how much she was enjoying herself. Monika, happy for her loved one, had listened to her enthusiasm smiling, they had taken possession of their room an unpacked and that evening had a small feast with their hosts and the young man, who would be their private driver for the next couple of days.

Wow again!

While I was expecting Betty to set the record, both chapter one and two of 'the seduction' have paseed the 200 Kudos mark!

Thank you all for being such wondful readers. I am finishing up another story, much different than this, it is a serious crime novel but has (lesbian) love in it too. As it stands at 219K words just meters before the finishing line I want it to beome a 'real' book and I mean on paper. But there will be an e-book of it too. It just is my dream to have at lest one of my works on paper, and none is more fitting than that one.

The seduction: part 23

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Chapter fifty seven: Nemesis?

Stephanie gently caressed Maureen’s cheek.
“Have I so frightened you, my love?”
“Frightened would be a bit too strong a term, perhaps, but confused me and surprised, that you have.”
Stephanie grinned.
“Remember when I slapped your father? I think that was her energy, too.”
“But how, Stephanie, and why?”
“It was a little more than half past eleven, perhaps Monika can run up a chart for it? That would be interesting. But honestly, my love, that guy is a dinosaur!”
“So what do we do now?”
“Have lunch with your Gran and Monika. I am sort of seeing Monika fuming with anger in Smythe’s office already.”
“Yes, that would not surprise me either. I would not like to be in his shoes now.”

The seduction: part 22

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Chapter fifty five: the genetics professor

Monika had set a gentle alarm on her phone for six am, so that they had enough time to shower and get dressed and drive without hurry to Wayland Avenue. She awoke to a kind of purring noise and lovingly tried to untangle herself from Maureen’s embrace. The purring got louder and the embrace more firm.
“Five more minutes, please, Moni?”
“Yes, five more minutes. But remember we promised ...”
She gently kissed Maureen’s forehead.
“I do not want to wake up without you ever again.” she whispered.
“Me neither.”

The seduction: part 21

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Chapter fifty three: young love

To complete the experience they all travelled down to Lynmouth in the cliff railway, three loving couples holding hands while looking out over the estuary towards Wales. Steph shivered slightly with the memory of Milford Haven but shook it off and looked at Monika as if to say that this side was much nicer. Monika, who had walked the full Pembrokeshire coast path could very well relate to what Stephanie had said had hit her, when she saw the refineries and industrial harbour. On her many walks she had encountered more such abominations, always in the most beautiful spots.

It can happen to the best of us


It can happen to the best of us.

I was never very lucky with my family. My parents, while intellectuals, due to financial problems sank slowly into alcoholism. On top of that I had two older half sisters, both already married, who thought themselves fit to give advice. The eldest, Ruth, actually told me at one point I needed and exorcist.
Being a Rock & Roll roady, into astrology and a transgender woman never sat well with them and even my younger brother, who was a real acid-head, broke contact with me in the end. The only one I got along with reasonably OK was the younger of my two sisters, Bärbel, even though she was married to a professor, who was teaching teachers at university level and was, in my uneducated opinion, a total failure in respect of the eduction of his own child, my nephew Christian.

The seduction: part 20

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Chapter fifty one: explanations?

Bhavana was the last one to arrive home. She found a happy assembly of flat mates in the kitchen, but no Monika or Maureen the elder. When she asked the other three laughed happily.
“Take a careful peek in the lounge.” Steph giggled.
“What is going on?” Bhavana asked aghast.
“Just go and have a look, love.” Madelaine said with another giggle.

I have signed a contract with Doppler for "what if."

What if will now appear as an ebook to help Erin and the otheres with the kitty. So when they give me the word it will disappear from the free stories.

Sorry, but I hope some of you will get a copy and help fund BCTS with that. Unfortuatey that is all I can do to help, but there are some other books cooking, last years NaNoWriMo novel: "The job that changed my life" is coming soon (as paperback and ebook on smashwords) and if they are happy with it, a 200K+ words crime novel, possibly on Doppler. The NaNoWriMo novel I had already committed to smashwords before.

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