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Foreign influence: part 26

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thirty nine

Another night in the arms of my friend and future lover did wonders to my spirit. It was so nice to be able to move freely without any fear of causing a strange reaction seeing me naked. Grishka was a wonder of patience and I actually surprise myself, too, being so very restrained with anything but and occasional kiss. But both of us knew it was worth the wait. When he had showered I sent Grishka into the kitchen to make coffee so that I’d have the opportunity to put on Frau Holzer’s dress with all the appropriate undergarments and surprise Grishka with it. The guys at Davidwache, too were in for a surprise. I could not help giggling.

Never Wanted To Be A Girl Chp.8

Doctor William Heath turns the lights on inside his private medical lab. He glances over towards the glass prison cell he kept his son in. The estrogen rich blood transfusion he gave his son last week was doing its job to his body. He was starting to look more and more like his daughter.

He loved his daughter very much and was devastated when she died in a car accident. His son, on the other hand, was a major disappointment. The boy got into trouble all the time and had been caught stealing.

Foreign influence: part 25

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thirty seven

The news about Mrs. Myers was not good when it came. Her husband had seriously injured her and she would need to stay another night at the hospital. I told Kerstin to take a statement and ask her, if she wanted to press charges, then come back with the result. As soon as I had put down the receiver I picked it up again and called Winston. He was all but pleased at the news.
“If the wife will press charges, I think we can send him back under guard.” he said “So check with her on that. Otherwise you’ll have to charge him here under German law and see where that leads, I am sorry to say.”
“OK, I replied, I’ll ring my DA.” and as an afterthought “Have you heard anything about the American assassin we have caught here shooting at Angela, my sidekick?”

Foreign influence: part 24

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thirty five

Veronika and Oleg arrived about half an hour later. Veronika was still not quite calmed down, but Oleg had at least gotten the fact across, that Angela was alive. I hugged Vroni as she stood in the door and kissed her last tears away.
“Vroni, I am so sorry to have forgotten about you coming back and to have missed informing you!”
“It’s OK, Moni, you probably had a lot on your mind. How did you cope?”
“Well, there was Professor Doehn, to start with and everybody else was just marvellous, too. But it was hard nevertheless. But now she is on the mend and will be home in a couple of weeks. I’ll tell the whole story tonight at Wohltorf, where you will meet some very interesting people. But I invited you not only so that you hear the story, but also to get a bit distracted, too.”

Foreign influence: part 23

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thirty three

Biggi showed up soon afterwards and had to be told what happened. I had decided not to tell her the whole truth. I did not want her to worry. Sasha – of course – had already heard it. When Grishka and I had finished the tale as a natural death Biggi was relieved in two respects: I had not killed the bastard but he was dead nevertheless.

Foreign influence: part 22

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thirty one

The drive was uneventful and appeared very long, but we reached Berlin at about six. Grishka wanted to go to the embassy first, to make some calls and so pretty soon the embassy's gates closed behind our car. As we left the car and entered the building we almost bumped into a man whom I took to be Alexander Saitzew, the ambassador, but I got some doubt when he greeted Grishka with:
"Grishka, you old scoundrel, where have you been?" and then added with a significant glance at me "And who is your pretty friend?"

Foreign influence: part 21

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twenty nine

The press conference over I had a bit of breathing space. Sure, I would have to work with Wolfram on the paperwork for the demand for extradition from wherever he might get apprehended, even though we were both certain that once he got to Russia he'd be out of reach. I introduced Grishka to him and Wolfram was impressed. Grishka confirmed that once in Russia the guy that called himself Vlad Dracul would be free to do what he pleased. But we could make it as difficult as possible for him to get there. Wassilij was a major trump in our game, he said.

Foreign influence: part 20

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twenty six

The news from Grishka about Sergeij must have been good, because Sasha was smiling when I finally got time to talk to her.
“Oh mamushka, she gushed, he is better and coming to Hamburg soon to see us!”
“That certainly is good news, honey,” I answered “But how on earth did you get Angela's Glock?”
“I was still in the office, mamushka. They surprised her coming from were the Stempels should have been and knocked her out. They did not even bother to search her, they felt so confident.”

Foreign influence: part 19

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twenty five

The next morning I was surprised when we got down to breakfast to find Hugo Walther sitting there with a nice lady whom I assumed to be his wife. Since I did not know what to make of it I asked Esme if she would help me assess the couple. She grinned from ear to ear and whispered:
“Oh Monika, what a treat to know you! What an adventure, of course I'll help.”

Foreign influence: part 18

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twenty four

After our intervention with the Hells Angels everything went very quiet. We got regular updates from Domenica and the girls from Monika Bar, but other than that there was no more news about the Russian invasion. The Angels were quiet and trouble among the organised pimps seemed to have died down. Harry commented on my influence in the district and said he'd requested our unit to become a regular unit at Davidwache and me being in charge of the precinct in his absence. That way we both got some relaxing time, Klaus taking over from me when he and Bernd replaced the Stempels to give them a break and Hannelore and Marina took over my and Angela's role, while my sweetheart's former colleagues had to get used to her being the boss' sidekick when Harry was on leave.

Foreign influence: part 17

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twenty three

I had thought about how to make contact with the Hell's Angels for a while until I remembered Duke. When I had been eighteen I had bought myself a 750 cc BMW motorbike in the attempt to prove to myself that I was a real man. Dr. Baumann would be very interested to hear about this, I thought, another memory I had not yet connected. Riding around Hamburg on a big bike like that, black with two additional headlights on the bars protecting the cylinders and big leather army saddlebags, only an old English fighter pilots hat on my head I had attracted the attention of Duke, a lone cowboy who was nevertheless the expert on choppers. In spite of being about ten years my senior he had sought my friendship and we had mended or converted some bikes together, including mine. He had helped me to make the BMW into a chopper as much as that was possible with the boxer engine.

Foreign influence: part 16

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twenty one

As soon as we were home Angela put some water on for a coffee and told Marina and me to sit down in the lounge. Then, as an afterthought, she asked:
“Showers anyone?”
Both Marina and I nodded. Marina looked at me and said:
“You first, Boss.”
I did not discuss. I was only too glad to be able to wash some of the experience away. Angela told me to throw all my clothes out to be washed and that she'd get me some comfort stuff to wear. As I got out of the shower she was ready with a large soft towel, a white body and the cashmere sweater and my favourite skirt. While I got dressed Marina had her go in the shower and was also given some fresh clothes. Then we both were fed a large Vodka each and a mug of coffee. Angela produced a box of Belgian truffles out of nowhere, where was she hiding stuff like that? and slowly Marina and I came to our senses again.

Never Wanted To Be A Girl Chp.7

Rebecca shivers as she hides in a group of bushes and watched one of the men she had been hired to investigate. The perp she had under surveillance was inside some woman’s house having sex. She glances at her watch to see what time it was and couldn’t believe he’s been in there for at least two hours now.

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.

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.

The Hero, The Mouse & The Cheshire Pt. 2

Tizzy and Keith head back to the station to see what they could dig up on Daniel Covern. While Tizzy runs his name through DMV, Keith was looking for any past convictions.

“Well, this is interesting.” Keith had found out he had been arrested for raping a ten-year-old girl in California.

Which turned out to be his own daughter. He was arrested again for four counts of statutory rape and kidnapping in Washington state.

“Man, this guy is a piece of work. He’s a sexual predator.” Keith couldn’t believe he was out of jail and walking around.

Zodiac Coin: Scorpio

Zodiac Coin: Scorpio
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006

Unprincipled legal gun for hire, Sam Ralston, is forced/brined to take on a charity case, a woman accused of threatening an urban drug lord who is one of Sam’s regular clients. The bribe is the Scorpio Coin, and Sam uses it in ways he never would have imagined. The result… read for yourself. The tale also contains the conclusion of the background tale of how the coins came to be.

Zodiac Coin: Scorpio
By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006

The Game - Chapter 4

The Game
by
Michele Nylons

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Chapter Four – The Railway Underpass

David receives his second dare from the Quizmaster and is punished for trying to find out who the Quizmaster is. Life without Marie and baby Rachael means David can spend more time as Petra.

The Game - Chapter 3

The Game
by
Michele Nylons

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Chapter Three – Translucent

David goes searching for the old Gamers and chases down Sarah and Bethany. Sarah is not doing so well but Bethany is doing very well thank you very much! David's wife Marie discovers a secret, sending David back into the clutches of the Quizmaster.

The Hero, The Mouse & The Cheshire Pt. 1

Christine watched as Nora, Ginger, Melody, and Kelly boarded the Lear Jet. She was going to miss them as she watches them lift off into the air. She wishes she was going with them, but Kelly and Nora were going to be busy to spend time with her while she was recovering.

Tizzy, her husband Ikaika, Krisha and Cheshire watch as her private Lear liftoff. Cheshire was proud how Nora’s life has turned out. She knew at one time because the nature of the assignments Nora was sent on had taken a toll on Nora.

“So, who’s hungry?” Tizzy was feeling hungry.

The Collector Chapter 6

The Collector
by
Michele Nylons

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Chapter Six – Sisters of the Web

Charlotte travels the world recruiting girls and contacts to build her high class prostitution ring 'Sisters of the Web', an idea she stole from the 'Acolytes of the Circle'. She has grand plans that involve an Arab Sheikh and the daughter of her best friend Mary. The journey's end for Charlotte, once a frightened young transvestite thrown out in the cold, now turned beautiful, sophisticated, but ruthless transsexual business woman.

The Collector Chapter 5

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by
Michele Nylons

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Chapter Five – Conspiracy

Charlotte Beason returns to Chelmsford Hall twenty years after graduating as an Acolyte of the Circle and ten years after leaving to live overseas. She is reunited with her former mentor Mary Pilson under unfortunate circumstances; but is there an ulterior motive for her return?

Bacha Boys LTD

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written by Dauphin
The most shocking story that Dauphin has written, about a boy that is being groomed to please men as a girl
"This is provoking, made me angry, made me cry." Diana
"Some Stories need to be told" Dauphin

New Home Chapter 1

Oliver sat in the police office, awaiting his fate. A lot of things had happened in the past few days. Oliver had came home from a friend's house to find that his house had burned down. Oliver soon found out that his family had died in the fire. The firemen had done everything they could to save them, but they were not able to.

The Collector Chapter 4

The Collector
by
Michele Nylons

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Chapter Four – Initiation

Charlotte 'graduates' and is initiated as an Acolyte. She is presented to the Circle where she becomes immediately popular. Please heed the rating and cautions.

Pillow Talk 7

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Pillow Talk

By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Seven – CBGB

Michelle is faced with having to help two Mafia thugs rob the bordello where she is the Madame and her mobster boyfriend the owner. Will the thugs keep their part of the bargain and will the FBI keep her safe from Frankie's retribution?

Pillow Talk 6

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Pillow Talk

By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Six – Pine Barrens

Michelle is kidnapped by two Mafia thugs who take her to the deserted Pine Barrens in order to illicit from her everything she knows about where Frankie keeps his cash and how much he has on hand. When they have everything they need Michelle is of no further use to them so she bargains with the only thing she has left to offer.

Pillow Talk 5

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Pillow Talk

By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Five – Braciole

Michelle learns that Frankie has been cheating on her with CIS woman Rita Cordova, her nemesis in the Bordello. Frankie has a unique way of bringing his two favorite women together so they can make up. A wiretap sends Michelle on a dangerous errand for the FBI.

Pillow Talk 4

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Pillow Talk

By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Four - Goomah

Michelle learns the fate of her predecessor and realises that the respect she has from the other girls comes from her being Fankie's goomah. Some of NYPD's finest come to visit the bordello to collect their protection money but decide to stay and take a little something extra.

Pillow Talk 3

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Pillow Talk

By
Michele Nylons

Chapter Three – Compromise

Michelle Clooney, undercover transvestite NYPD detective, is directed to get close to Mafia captain Frankie Caputo and use her charms to get information on the New York Five Families. She accepts an invitation for a second date with Frankie but he becomes insistent that they become more than friends. It's Michelle's time to compromise or go to jail.

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