Lies of the Mirror

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Mistress Dyvia presents:

Lies of the Mirror

By: Mistress Dyvia

Chapter 1

Amira double-checked herself in the mirror. She had recently dyed her hair, it was now a shade of violet, and as she was getting ready for the party. She wanted to look her best. She used a golden eyeshadow for her inner lids, and the neon green for her outer eyelids. She had thick eyeliner, and she used fake eyelashes that were enhanced by mascara. Her lips were colored a shade of purple That was significantly lighter than her hair color, almost more of a lavender color. That of course was enhanced by some lip gloss, and she may or may not have exaggerated the shape of her lips with a little bit of lipliner to make her lips look a little bit more thicker. 

Complimenting her makeup was a gold-sequined mini dress. It barely covered her ass, had a very low scoop showing off her cleavage and almost no back so she could not wear a bra. That was okay, her dress had a bit of a built-in corset that both squeezed her waist and pushed up her breasts into a nice cleavage that seemed to want to spill out. She wore a pair of purple high heels.

She had been on the Cruise ship for four years now. Not always on the ship, sometimes she took some time for a day or two, but she technically worked for the cruise line… Indirectly at least. Did you know that cruise ships actually had their own clubs and bars just for the employees? Amira knew that. She worked here, the employees were friends, and she was finally getting ready to get off this ship after 4 years. And they wanted to throw a party. Who was she to argue with that?

The music was loud and the drinks were good, and she danced. She threw her hands up and bounced her ass to the rhythm. She always loved this kind of music, loud and perfect to dance to. 

She saw Eric at the end of the bar, he wasn't exactly making eye contact with her. That was not odd for him, every time there was a party for someone who was leaving, he always showed up, and he always stayed to himself. She made her way over to him, “you are going to have a dance with me, right?

He seemed reluctant to make the initial eye contact, but after a moment he looked up at her, finished off his drink, took her hand and left her to lead him to the dance floor. Amira knew how to get men to act the way she wanted to. It was part of her livelihood, it was part of what made her popular even amongst her friends. It was what made her the source of envy for those she wasn't very good friends with. Even Eric, the man who always had a smile except for these kind of parties, was able to have a smile. It was clear he was going to miss her. 

Amira moved on to another friend, Juliet. She was a bit of a drama queen and the ship gossip. But somehow despite what she did, what they both did… somehow they never ran afoul of one another. There are plenty of compromising stories that Juliet could have told everyone. But, for some reason, she and Amira were too good of friends to have that happen. On the bright side, anyone who did try to start trouble with Amira quickly found themselves on the wrong side of that gossip train. Sometimes they just got flattened. 

She remembered when Zoe left. Zoe was great, she introduced Amira to so many people at the time. Warned her of the people to stay away from, showed the kind of people who were safe bets…. Showed her who she should be friends with, and of course those who she shouldn't trust, but were okay to have fun with. Zoe had a party like this over a year ago, and she wished she could have said goodbye to Zoe. Now that she was getting ready to leave the ship once and for all, maybe she'd find a way to reach out to her old friend.

She was actually surprised not to woken up with a hangover the next morning. Maybe a little bit of photosensitivity, But no throbbing headache… again, that was impressive considering how much she drank.

She was going to leave this room in another hour, and she would likely never see it again. It was almost very sweet, it was small, but it was homely. She had made her work in this place by sleeping around, she was contracted to a third-party company that had secret connections with the cruise line. They couldn't directly pay for her, but they found ways to get around that. This was her room now, she never brought clients back here. 

It was funny how she had lists. Some on paper, some in her head. There's some old sweet guy guys that were determined to enjoy their retirement on a cruise ship, I mean it makes more sense in a nursing home. There was plenty of food, plenty of people to talk to, they had made service to clean up after them, And the ship had a morgue on it for when it was truly time to move on to bigger and better. She had a few regulars among the crew, and she had lists that the crew would let her know were around so she could avoid… Some people are very nice, others were very much not. It was almost uncanny how well she had gotten used to determining them, at least on the ship. When she went ashore, sometimes her life lessons weren't quite as honed.

Yeah, she was going to have to get used to that too. She was not going to be on a ship regularly for the first time in years. All of her belongings fit into two duffel bags, she left most of her makeup behind, those were a few things she really liked but that wasn't going to be needed. She was going to restart. The ship had already docked, and she waited until all the passengers had disembarked before she started making her way down. 

She knocked on a door, it was an unofficial office for the company that she was contracted through. “Hi Amira, come on in." 

She had made a significant amount of money over these 4 years, sometimes thousands of dollars a day, depending on the client. She only kept a very small percentage of it, but she was contracted to receive all of it at the end of her contract. This was the end. He had a packet for her, a cashier's check for a percentage of the money she was owed. $2,000 cash. Login information for some investments that they had made on her behalf. And a number of documents to prove her tax status on returning to the United States. 

She slid all her documents into a single bag and gave the man a big hug. Given her money every week for almost 4 years. She slept with him a few times for bonuses, But Amira always had to sign documentation that said that he didn't force her to do it. But she was willing to. She did it for everybody else. Hopefully no more after today. 

A couple of her friends were there to see her off. Juliet was there again. She was definitely hungover. Eric was not there, That dance must have been his goodbye. Naomi was there; she was crying. Jonathan was there. And much to her surprise Steve was there, he was just a client, he handed her a business card and said that if she ever wanted to make some side money, he might be willing to bank roll it. She took the card, but given the amount of money she had earned over the previous few years, she wasn't planning on taking advantage of having more sleeping around for money. 

And then came the final Mile… okay it wasn't really a mile, it was a few hundred yards and she was off the boat, and off the dock. She was free. 

Amira stopped at a bank, opened up a new savings account. Put the cashier's check that was given to her. She went to another bank because she didn't have all her stuff together, and opened up some continuing investments. And yet there was a third bank that she went to, a safety deposit boxer was there. She stored other important information and for now, at least until she got a real place… a real home. 

She tried calling her mother, but there was no answer. She scowled at that. She wasn't sure how she was going to find her mother, she had been disconnected from social media for nearly 5 years, she hoped her mother was still on Facebook, hopefully her mother was still on it or some other popular social media platform. She'd hate to actually have to drive all the way back to Michigan just to say hello to her parents.

It was almost dinner time before she had checked into a hotel. She actually liked it a lot, there's actually more room than her room on the ship. She paid for a month outright as she expected to be there for at least afew weeks, at least until she could either find a nice apartment, or put a down payment on a condo or home. 

She put her makeup pallets in the corner in the bathroom, she actually took out her clothes and folded them and put them in the drawers. A couple of her dresses required her to spend some time ironing before she hung up in the closet. And then she stuck her bags under the bed. It was a high-end hotel so she was hoping that the chances of bed bugs was going to be small. But she wasn't counting on shit. 

She then tried to call her old friend Samantha, again there was no answer just like with her mother. Samantha was fun. Hell if it wasn't for Samantha, she might not have lost her virginity until the end of college. Okay. She was a bad influence. But damn that girl we might have fun. Another name to look up on social media later. 

She tried turning on the TV and watched some shows but she hadn't watched in a long time. She was very disappointed to see that a couple of them had been discontinued after only two or three seasons, and then done. Slime shows she was surprised to see that they were still around after four or five seasons when she had been convinced that they were going to end after a one or two…

It's probably around ten o'clock at night and she was nowhere near ready to go to sleep. So she decided to do what she always did, go down to the bar and have a drink. Luckily the hotel had its own bar and restaurant.

She dressed herself up pretty well, did her makeup and hair. Her dress was short, her stocking showed off her legs, And her high heels made her ass look like a marble statue. Nice and firm. She made sure her breasts were displayed for maximum attention, and she headed down to the hotel bar. 

She has spent so much time in the last few years acting for a part of a woman ready to be hired, she hadn't given a second thought to what she wore. She dressed by instinct which might not have been the best choice.. It didn't take long before she realized her faux pas. A couple of people propositioned her, and she flat out refused them, well… maybe the exception of the part where she accepted a couple drinks for a dance or two. But she had no real intention of selling herself. 

But then there was that one guy. He didn't look too bad. He asked her if that's what she did, she shook her head and said no. He offered money. She didn't need that kind of money. It was only a couple hundred dollars that he had. And he wasn't even offering all of it. She fought hard not to yell at him, or even roll her eyes… But then he just offered one thing. It was just a little too easy. She could keep all $200 for a handjob. 

“Fuck it, you know I really just wanted to have a good night. I wasn't going to do anything like this. But $200 for 5 minutes of work, and just using my hand… okay you got a deal.”

And then he pulled out a badge and told her she was under arrest for a prostitution. “But you propositioned me.”

"You're the one who said $200 for a handjob." he pointed out.

She shook her head, “ That doesn't even count. There was not going to be any insertion. Not my mouth, not my ass, and certainly not my pussy, it's not real prostitution." 

The man rolled his eyes, “in California, it is considered prostitution if you offer sexual services in exchange for compensation." 

She definitely was going to need a lawyer for that one. Cuz she wasn't sure if she had a foot to stand on, or if the police officer was actually within his rights. This is the point when she just shut her mouth and went along with it. Three more police officers came in, two of them were female and they did search for any kind of weapons or drugs. Luckily she had nothing like that. 

It wasn't the first time that she'd been arrested. But she hadn't been arrested in over 5 years, And of course it would have to be her first night back in the states… 

The police pulled her out of the car, her arms were still cuffed behind her back. She walkld into the police station without any incident. He started the booking process where they took pictures of her, took her fingerprints, and even took a mouth swab. Since when was that a thing? 

Shortly thereafter she was taking some holding cell with about a dozen other people waiting for the time. She sat quietly in a corner not talking to anyone. None of the other prisoners, nor did she talk to Any of the law enforcement. 

A little While later an officer came to the cell and called her name. Amira stood up and approached the door. She followed the instructions and it was eventually led to an interrogation room. There are some questions asked, specifically about her fake ID and who her pimp was. 

Amira was pretty good at schooling her looks. She tried very hard not to show any surprise when she was accused of having a fake ID. She didn't answer the question though. She did not have a pimp, but she was not going to argue the point, she was Sat. Silently. She wanted a lawyer. She wasn't even going to ask for one, she just wasn't going to say a goddamn word until a public defender was assigned to her… Or she got a phone call, whichever happened first.

They were in the room for about twenty minutes when there was a knock on the door. The door opened and another man in a business suit walked in. There were some whispers. And then the question that really surprised her came up. “Who are you, really?”

Maybe she should have attempted to answer the question, but there was some indication in his voice that he did not believe that she was Amira. As much as she would like to argue that she was, this was not the time or place that she was arguing with anyone, definitely not any of the authorities. Wait for her fucking lawyer. 

"What is your name?”

And she stayed there silently. She was told that they could do this all day, they could just leave her in a cell for the rest of the century until she was ready to talk. Now that, she definitely knew they couldn't do, in a couple days they would even have to bring her before a judge for an arraignment, or let her go. If they let her go, she would be contacting a lawyer to press an investigation on them. If they charge her, they would have to give her a lawyer. 

They kept asking what her name was, then asked her when she was born, where she was from. Who she was, She was born, and where she was from For all on her driver's license. Admittedly, it was out of date now and expired, but it was a form of ID. It might not have been legal to buy a bottle of booze in the United States, but she had no doubt that they could use her license number to look up her information to verify who she was. Would have been a lot smarter if she had her passport with her, but she left that in the safety deposit box.

So basically, she was keeping her mouth shut until there was a lawyer. 

Eventually they realized they were going to get nowhere with her and they brought her back to the holding cell. Hours passed, and she was starting to think that they had forgotten about her. But then an officer appeared, called her name and she walked forward. She was told that there was going to be a transfer and she would be taken to the local hospital for an evaluation. 

Shit assumed this was supposed to be a psych evaluation. She was wrong. At least not initially.

The smell of the antiseptics and other cleaning supplies assaulted her. The moment she walked through the doors. She had to admit that the hospital was immaculate. It was well cleaned, well maintained, and it looked as if they had replaced much of the woodworking and other decorations quite frequently over the decades. 

An officer sat with her as she was checked in. They asked her to fill out a form, but again she still hadn't seen a lawyer, so she kept her mouth shut. She refused to fill out any paperwork in the form of a silent protest where she refused to acknowledge that there even was a clipboard with paper on it. 

Eventually a nurse came and led them down the hall. She sat on the examination table while the officer stood in the corner. A doctor eventually came. 

“Hello young lady, I am Dr. Love… And no, I'm not hitting on you, that is literally my last name. It's been a soft spot for me for years, but my wife seemed to appreciate it when we got married.” The doctor was clearly trying to make the situation a little bit more palatable for the prisoner. Amira on the other hand is able to hold a straight face and didn't even acknowledge the doctor. 

"Okay, moving on. I do have to respect the patient-doctor confidentiality, and as I have a number of orders to check up on you, I do need to know that I have your consent for him to be present for this examination." He said with a gesture to the police officer.

“No, he does not." The first words she had spoken since the handcuffs were placed on her wrists. 

"I'm sorry officer, you're going to have to leave.”

The officer shook his head, "not going to happen." 

The doctor looked a little concerned, “Oh, has she shown any signs of violent behavior?”

He shook his head, "no. She is been very passive, she has not spoken, and I wouldn't say she's a threat at all." 

The doctor made a notation on his clipboard, "All right, I made a notation about that on my chart, But since she hasn't showed any signs of violence, I'm afraid you do have to leave. Though you may secure her to the bed.”

The police officer glared at the doctor, but then unlocked one of Amira's cuffs, slid through part of the bar on the side of the bed and then reconnected the cuff to her freehand… then he left.

"Sorry about that. Do you know why you are here?”

"I'm assuming that they're covering their ass to make sure I wasn't injured between the time they arrested me and the time they didn't get me my fucking lawyer.”

The doctor took a deep breath, “no, that's not it at all. They took your fingerprints and a DNA swab from your mouth. Your fingerprints showed up as a person who disappeared 5 years ago. Your DNA swab indicated that you have had some genetic manipulation done on your body.”

Amira seemed a little confused at that. “What do you mean by ‘genetic manipulation?’" 

"Well the person that disappeared 5 years ago that has your fingerprints, is listed as a man that's about 15 years older than you.”

"But I thought that fingerprints were unique?” Amira asked. Trying to wrap her head around the Doctor’s implications. 

"Not entirely unique, we've been learning. When you have close to ten billion people on the planet, there's only so many patterns you can have. But the chances of you having all ten of your fingers matching somebody else is statistically very improbable.

“So you're saying that somebody took my fingerprints and had them genetically altered to match some guy who disappeared 5 years ago?”

"That is one possibility.” he replied. 

"What is the other possibility?” She asked. 

"There are quite a few actually. You could have done it to yourself, If you were hiding And thought that changing your fingerprints might make it harder to identify you. Or you could actually be him." 

Amira looked at him incredulously. “Well if they changed me, they did it without my permission. I am definitely not some guy." 

He nodded his head, "Well that's what we're going to find out, there is a warrant, I do have to take a blood sample. And we're going to see what exactly has been done to you. The swab you would take in earlier was only able to come up with inconclusive results due to likely genetic tampering. The blood test will be a little more in-depth and we can have it decent. Look at how extensive the work has been done." 

Amira pursed her lips together, “fine, whatever gets me out of here sooner." 

The doctor took a sample of her blood, and then left the room. The officer came back in and waited with her for nearly 2 hours until the doctor came back.

The doctor returned and made the officer leave. “I do have to warn you, I am required by law to report what has been revealed by this test. Like I said there was a warrant… But I felt you should know first. It will probably take a couple days to confirm the initial results, we've already sent a sample off to another lab. But based on what we've seen here, it is extremely likely that you were the man. Your fingerprints were not altered.”

Amira looked at him like he had five heads, "That's about five shades of bullshit.”

The doctor shrugged his shoulders, "I hope you're right for your sake. If my tests are right though, this is a lot stranger. And is going to be a huge investigation to find out how you ended up in this position doing what you do.”

Over the next couple of days, Amira stayed at the hospital. She had her own little private room which was nice as far as incarceration went, even if she was cuffed to the bed.. More tests were done. Questions were asked. And she finally got a lawyer. Now that he could do much since legally they needed to find out who she was before they proceeded with any more charges.. But he told her that he would keep himself available if she had any problems. 

On the third day she was given a name: Reid McGuire. The man she was accused of being. It was a weird thing to be told that you might be a man. Especially when you look down and you can see that you had the most magnificent breasts. Men typically didn't have those. She remembered the first time she went bra shopping with her mom. She remembered getting a boob job right after signing an agreement to go on the cruise ship. She remembered a lot of things that men typically don't have memories of. 

When she said this to the doctor he suggested doing a psych test of some sort. In which they basically left her with this weird helmet thing on her head for about 48 hours. At which point they had come to the conclusion that her entire identity had been scrubbed. A gene scrub changed her entire physical structure. And a mind scrub to change her very identity, making sure she had no memories of the man she was. 

She was skeptical to say the least. She couldn't understand why anybody would even dream of taking the time or effort to change ‘him’ into a woman like her. She had memories, experiences, there was definitely something wrong with this idea. She just refused to accept it.

She would need to discuss this with her lawyer, also she would need to do a lot more research so she could understand this kind of technology. She never was one to just accept things like that. Amira was starting to think that this was some kind of trick to convince her to testify against somebody. She wasn't even sure who they were targeting. This had to be some sort of legal maneuver.

There was a knock on the door. A nurse was standing there, “hi there. I know this is going to sound strange, but you have a guest.”

Amira looked a little confused, “what kind of guest?” She asked the question with growing suspicion in her voice.

“Her name is Abigail McGuire." 

Just given her name, It didn't take much for her to put together that this was probably Reid's wife. "I'm not interested, but thank you.”

The nurse seemed a little taken back, but she seemed to accept the answer and left. 

About 45 minutes later there was a jingling at the door. And a woman entered. The two women seemed to be evaluating each other, this other woman was shorter, she was very thin, she looked like she spent a lot of time focusing on her body. Her hair was short and black. She seemed to have blue eyes that almost seemed to have a violet tint… 

The two women had a silent standoff as they looked back and forth at one another. The woman was clearly looking for something and she looked at Amira. Amira was just about to ask her who she was and what she wanted when the woman suddenly blurted out, “why are you claiming to be my husband?" 

Amira's right eye ticked, And there was definitely annoyance in her expression. She wasn't sure if this woman had just been allowed to come in, or if she snuck in, or if this was some sort of attempt to manipulate her by the investigators. "Excuse me? First of all, I told the nurse I wasn't interested in meeting you. Second, I did not claim to be anybody's husband. It was the doctors and the investigators who claimed that I was your husband. I said that I'm not." 

“But they said they found him." 

"That's what they told me as well. Apparently my fingerprints matched his. I was arrested days ago, and they put me here for psych evaluation so that they could keep me here indefinitely. Presumably to fit their narrative… They've taken blood tests, then they basically made me take some other tests, and since I'm currently a prisoner, they said that they believe that there might be something wrong with my mind… I'm stuck here and definitely insulin a psychologically cleared. I guess they have some sort of legal right to keep testing me. Everyday They come up with a new round of tests and they seem to come to the conclusion That I had some sort of complete genetic scrub and mind scrub. I don't know enough about this technology, but I don't believe them. I think they are trying to play some game with me so that I can testify against somebody. I would even know who I'd be testifying against." 

Abigail's expression soured, “why did they have to get our hopes up?" 

“Our?" Amira asked. 

“My daughter and son as well." 

Amira looked a little saddened by that kind of manipulation. “I'm sorry they used me against you in such a way for some kind of legal maneuver.” And for the first time she was starting to think of this, Abigail woman might not be part of the game. At least not by any design of the investigators. This was a woman looking for her husband. “I'm sorry that I'm not your husband." 

She was pressing her lips together tightly, clearly her hopes were high and she was agreeing with Amira. “It's okay." She took a moment to fan herself to prevent herself from crying and ruining her makeup, this was not the reunion she was hoping for. It wasn't a reunion at all. Then Abigail held out her hand to shake, "I'm sorry for barging in on this, it was nice to meet you and I hope you can forgive me for being so rude." 

Amira smirked, she would have done the same thing in her shoes… “No problem at all. It was nice to meet you too. I hope you find your husband.” As Amira’s right hand was cuffed, she had to shake with her left hand. But when their hands connected, and as Amira looked up into Abigail's eyes something clicked. Something she remembered maybe? Was it from a movie? Maybe it was from a song? But a masculine voice seemed to speak in the back of her mind, “your eyes are like the sun getting ready to peek through the clouds just before our Dawn." 

Amira shook her head, she didn't know what came over her, or that thought came from. Her eyes. She looked up at Abigail who had tears streaming down her eyes, she had taken a few steps back and her hands were covering her mouth. 

Amira had to ask, "what's wrong?”

“Why did you say that?" The woman looked desperate. 

It took Amira a second to realize what she was talking about, she didn't even realize she said it out loud. "I'm sorry I don't know, I think it was from a movie or something… But when I looked at your eyes it had that bluish almost Violet look. It reminded me of some old quote. I don't know where I came from." 

“My husband wrote that for our wedding vows… I think…” she hesitated, as if she did not want to verbalize her thoughts, but she spoke. “I think you might be my husband.”

Chapter 2

A single eyebrow from Amira lifted up high. Did this woman really just insist that Amira might be her husband? Her raised eyebrow quickly lowered into a look of incredulousness spread over her face. She looked down at her breasts, moved her hand over her crotch in confirmation that she did not, in fact, have a dick. "Lady, look… I'm not your husband. I don't care what kind of genetic tampering they claim was done to me, I ain't a man… pretty sure I've never been a man." 

Abigail, shook her head in denial, “no. What you just said… it was literally in our wedding vows. We wrote them ourselves and Reid always loved the color of my eyes… he always made comments about how here they reminded him of the sky just before the dawn on a cloudy morning.”

“It was from a movie!” Amira bursted out. And then there was a slight silence as two stared at each other, "I'm sorry your husband wasn't original. I saw that in a movie. And when I looked into your eyes, that's what I thought of." 

Abigail, it looks like she was struggling to believe that, "what movie?”

Amira's hands went up, "I don't know. I've been living on a cruise ship for the last 4 years. If you're not working, you're drinking, partying or watching movies.”

Abigail looked like she was contemplating this, "what about hot tubs and pools?”

"Yeah, see the part where I was talking about partying or drinking…”

Abigail rolled her eyes, “Look, you and my husband are the only ones who ever compared my eyes to the freaking dawn… not the sky, not the ocean… the dawn. And you say this the first time I freaking meet you.”

"I don't know what to tell you lady, your husband has good taste in movies? Maybe has good taste in women?" 

“What were you doing on a cruise ship for four years?” Abigail's mind returning to a previous statement. She wasn't getting anywhere with the talk of the compliment, and even Amira could tell that Abigail was still convinced that she was her husband. 

I mean I thought about giving a generic answer, she thought about being oddly specific, he was actually very tempting… “I was working." 

"oh? What did you do?”

Amira again rolled her eyes, okay, maybe this was the time to get very specific, make her feel uncomfortable, hopefully in this interaction. "I was an escort.”

“You drove tugboats?” Abigail ass. Not quite getting it. 

"No.” She debated upon being vague or blunt… it didn't take much consideration, just looking in the woman's eyes… blunt it was. “I was paid to spend time with our guests, sometimes it meant being arm candy to a rich guy going down to a casino, sometimes that meant having my arm interlinked with theirs, some sometimes I just looked good in a bikini while they sat at the pool, and sometimes I just sucked their dicks." She paused for a moment, "depending on how much they were willing to pay… and sometimes just their reputation for tips." 

Abigail seemed to turn a shade of white as she realized where this conversation was going. And she did not want to go in that direction, at least not mentally, especially in her mind if Amira was her husband… but then again Amira laughef inside, hell… hell if her husband was half as much of a prude as this woman was, he would definitely not want to have her memories of the last four years… but for decency's sake, she suppressed the smile as much as she could.

The poor woman's mouth started opening up and down like a fish trying to go for water, but before she could speak, there was a knock on the door. There was another woman, a nurse who had a sympathetic look on her face until she saw Abigail. “Ma'am, I don't think you're supposed to be here.”

Abigail kept looking back and forth between Amira and the nurse, total deer-in-headlights look… “ I was just… ummm…”

Amira watched in fascination as the kind nurse shifted her body slightly and suddenly her very calm and friendly demeanor turned into one that was initially defensive and then hostile, "... you were just leaving. She has not agreed to any visitors, and I know who you are. She specifically asked not to see you.*

Abigail looked back at Amira, almost as if she was shocked that Amira had refused her. Perhaps she had assumed that it was the hospital administration that had refused her? Or maybe it was the fact that they were talking in an almost civilized manner that made it hard to believe that this woman would have denied her so readily?

Her eyes became sad as she opened up her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and jotted something down on it, "I'm sorry. I hope you reconsider and reach out to me. I won't bother you again otherwise…" She placed the small piece of paper on the table next to Amira, then she met the eyes of the nurse and said, “I was just leaving." 

The nurse held her defensive body posture until Abigail had left the room. And almost like she was holding a deep breath, and as soon as Reid's ex-wife was gone, the woman exhaled all the tension left not only her body, but apparently in the the entire room. "I'm sorry about that, I'll have to talk to security about making sure they spend a little more time around here making sure you don't have any unauthorized visits." 

It was a slight shrug from Amira's shoulder, “it's not really a big deal. The woman wasn't overly aggressive, and I'm used to dealing with people who are overly aggressive." Typically wives of men who didn't know that they were seeing escorts. "No worries either way. I just feel bad for the lady, she thinks I'm her husband and I'm pretty sure I'm not.”

The nurse started to open her mouth as if to say something that Amira assumed was going to be, ’you could be,’ But instead, the young lady pressed her lips together and forced a warm smile, "I'm sure they'll get to the bottom of it one way or another." The nurse gave another pause as she looked at Amira 's water… specifically her empty water container. “Can I get you another water?" 

"Please. That would be wonderful…" 

Sadly that confrontation did have Amira's nerves at an all-time high. Especially considering the circumstances she had been in, her nerves were much higher than normal. Her mind kept pushing over and over the way that conversation could have gone. Could she have said something to make the woman feel better? Could she have said something to make sure the woman would never have bothered her again? She tossed and turned as much as she could for a woman with her hands cuffed to the side of the bed. 

It was late late at night when she finally fell asleep, or could be argued that it was really early in the morning… her dreams weren't much better, it was like her mind was stuck on repeat and she kept having dreams of the same woman coming back and forth and arguing that she was her husband… 

As much as she hated being woken up from her sleep, he was almost early to have those weird dreams ending. Even though the testing was only just beginning. 

She finally got her goddamn lawyer. They discussed her options and she laid out her own defense strategy to the lawyer who seemed actually impressed with her. She was surprised to see that she was able to get out on bail pretty quickly after that.

She was able to fall into a regular routine again, at least. As far as the legal defense was. She was doing her due diligence, looking up laws on her own at the library, keeping in touch with her lawyer… and finally they agreed on a time to meet. 

She used her search engine skills to get information and history on the officer who arrested her. And then a few dollars went to a private investigator to do a little digging. 

Monday came and she asked her lawyer to meet with her for a quick lunch, her treat... Just to go over a few basics before their actual meeting he agreed, she set the date and time.

As they met she had a notebook, and sat near the hostess station so she could ‘people watch.’ her lawyer had made an amused comment about knowing people that had been in the military who Like to have their backs to the wall. Make sure no one can sneak up on them, but he never knew someone who was eager to have everybody that walked in be near them. 

She, of course, laughed at such a comment. And they waited till they could order their appetizers before they would get into the basics of what you wanted to have him there for. Her. Notebook clearly had an outline of what her defense would be. Or at least what she was hoping that it would be after discussing it with her lawyer. 

A moment later, she looked up and saw a man in a suit with a woman sporting a nice Violet dress walked in. She's looked to her own lawyer with what almost looked like feigned surprise, “is that the prosecutor in our case?" She asked. 

Her lawyer looked up at the gentleman and the woman that walked in with him and his eyes went a little wide. The two lawyers' eyes met and Amira's lawyer stood up and shook his hand. “Hi there Jack, I didn't know you were going to be here. I'm having a lunch meeting with my client." 

The lawyer suddenly looked extremely uncomfortable, “hi Timothy. Good to see you. Don't let me keep you from your client.”

Amira took that moment to stand up, "don't be like that, you should join us.”

Timothy, Amira's lawyer, shook his head and said that wasn't a great idea. But of course Amira already had her arm around Jack's date and told her down into a seat with her. They had already started talking about the high class of items. The ferragamos for shoes, the high-end nails that she had on our fingers, Christian Louboutin clutch, and a few other things that the two men just didn't have a grasp on. 

All of a sudden Amira stopped and looked right at Jack, "I went to your website. This is not your wife.” an almost feigned sincere, yet insincere expression on her face.

Jack seemed stunned and so did his lunch partner. The two started to stumble over each other, but Amira. Put up her hand to stop them. "I know things don't always have to be what they seem like at first. Kind of like my upcoming court case." 

Jack shifted in his seat uncomfortably, "I'm not sure how that applies.”

Amira smiled then she pulled out her notebook, “well, I was arrested and charged with soliciting. Now I'm not going to argue the fact that I've done that in the past, But never on US soil. The officer that arrested me. Was trying to entrap me. He used the fact that I was under the influence of alcohol, and the fact that he was significantly larger than me to intimidate me, and I only relented when he finally asked me to give him a handjob of all things for her price tag. I refuse to give him my…” she thought for a moment and gave the slightly less cress but still scientific word choice, “orifices… he's quite the scary individual. Of course I looked up his records, at least the public stuff, and he has quite the history of having cases dismissed for intimidation. Did you know that?”

Jack shook his head, "first, I've heard of it.” he still seemed nervous as if he wasn't quite sure where Amira was going with that.

"It's true,” Amira insisted, “and then there's that nonsense of a tip that he had got anonymously. My passport shows and I just arrived a few hours earlier. Then this anonymous tip said that I had been there previously. They both can't be right. I'm sure you'll find security footage of me getting off the cruise ship. Which means that have no real reason to make your officer believe that I was a repeat offender there.” She shrugged, "sure, I might have been a dressed a bit more provocative on the provocative side than I should have, still that is no reason to assume anything… it's just slut shaming and that's something that you want absolutely nothing to do with… Politically speaking.”

Jack crossed his arms as if to ask what the point of all this was.

"Like I said, not everything is exactly what it seems like at first. Like I said, I'm an innocent girl who just happened in the wrong place with the wrong cop… and I got charged. You on the other hand are at the right place, And although I'm sure it's fine… it looks like you're here with the wrong girl. I'm sure it's just like my case… but given my circumstances, this could become a very popular case, I'd probably get you very popular. That might be good if you actually want to get the DA position. However, if you get too popular in a case like mine and win... you might be under a bit of a microscope. Things might start to turn up. Now I'm not one to step in the way of true love, but your wife might…”

The muscles in Jack's jaw tensed, "that is blackmail.”

"No. Not at all. Just making a friendly observation. It'll be so much easier if you just track the case, there's nothing to be won against a nice girl like me. And you wouldn't want to embarrass the police department. Or as I mentioned earlier, put yourself under a microscope. I'm like your own personal PR team.” She paused and looked at her hail white lawyer, “But if I'm making you feel uncomfortable, maybe It's time for me and Timothy to leave." 

Jack's girlfriend looked up at Amira, "but you haven't even ordered yet.”

She smiled at the woman, “oh sweetie, thank you… but I just had my appetizer, haven't decided if I'm going to have an entree yet or not.” She gave a wink to Jack and walked out with Timothy. 

Timothy did his best to read her the riot act and threaten to fire her as a client. She said if it was what he needed to do, she understood but hoped that she would keep his services at least until they heard whether or not that Jack would go forward. He said one way or the other he would let her know within 24 hours. 

Six hours later, Timothy called to let her know that the DA's office had dropped the charges. She went for a little retail therapy to get over the stress of everything. She didn't buy too much, but the hotel did have a pool, and she did buy a new bikini. It wasn't too sunny, so she did spend some time in the actual water. She loved swimming, she always had, ever since she was a little girl. 

She spent more time. Just diving to the bottom of the pool. Counted to ten and they'd come back up. Take a few breaths and rinse and repeat. Sometimes she would come off in the splash through the water and flip her hair back like the little mermaid. Yes she was in her twenties and she was still doing all those things.

Sometimes she would just sit there by the edge of the water, relaxing. Letting men look at her and pretending like she didn't notice they were. She knew. 

She spent a better part of two hours at the pool side. And then it was time to go in. Amira ordered some room service which ended up just being a pizza. She had three slices and did her best to use materials that she had; a plastic bag and a paper plate to wrap it up and put it in the hotelroom's mini-fridge.

She found a podcast on her phone and started playing it. But she found her mind drifting away from what she should have been listening to, thoughts drifting, thinking about the things she didn't want to think about: The accusations made about her in the hospital, and not the ones about her doing sex for money. 

They were signs of genetic manipulation. They said it looked like parts of her DNA had been spliced and reworked. But there was enough of her real DNA to show that she was very similar to Reid. That did not sit with her well at all. She unquestionably needed to know more, she had done a little bit of research and found that there were a few women that had appeared with amnesia that seemingly appeared to be other people. But no one knew what the technology was that let them do this. 

Signs of mental alteration also seem to prey on her mind in moments like this. Though she did not believe that most of her memories were altered, what if they were? The fact that she was having trouble reaching her best friend and her family was not helping her situation. What if they kidnapped her husband and genetically altered him to look like another woman, like Amira… and transferred the consciousness and they're real Amira into the Amira with bigger… faker tits? Okay, that was a little too ‘invasion of the body snatches’ for her. 

Then there was that anonymous tip. Someone just seemed extremely odd about it. Granted her initial reaction and hearing about it gravitated toward the conclusion that it was bullshit. It was anonymous and done in such a way that there would be noone to call anyone up as a witness. Right At that moment everything has seemed just a little too neat and clean.

To almost her own annoyance, she had to make a move but she really didn't want to. He was taking advantage of another person potentially, but it was a way forward. She picked up the hotel phone, dialed a number on the paper in her hand, “ hello Abigail, this is Amira. I thought we could talk" 

The next day they were meeting at a park… Amira decided to try and be the bigger person and open it up with, "I'm sorry about the other night. I think hearing that I might be somebody else is just a little too much. I still don't believe I'm your husband, however… It's not really right of me to just ignore somebody in distress.”

Abigail seemed kind of surprised at the sudden change in Amira's attitude. "Thank you for saying that. I was skeptical when I initially saw you. The fact that you claim to be an escort kind of threw me for a loop." She paused to think, “I'm glad you reached out though. But why did you want to meet me?”

Mirrorbrook eye contact with Abigail, she looked at a piece of gum that was smushed into the pavement on the walkway in front of her. “ It's hard to say. . You seem nice. You also seem to be in distress, adamantly am I so guilty about the way I treated you and the fact that we got interrupted by the nurse didn't exactly lead to a decent amount of closure for either of us." 

Abigail nodded an agreement, “I kept trying to think of ways to and convince you. At least give me a chance to try and find out the truth.”

Amira returned her gaze to Abigail, "we'll get there. I've already done some more testing, just waiting for some results.”

“Do you know how long it'll take to hear from that?" 

She shook her head, she knew it would be soon but that was what was close to a description as she got. This is a new type of crime, and the science of interpreting. It hadn't caught up quite yet. "I'll let you know either way.”

“Thank you for that." 

"You're welcome… Now, you said that you and your husband had children. Have you told them?" 

There seemed to be some hesitation in Abigail's response, “I told him new developments had been made. But I haven't told him the specifics yet… they just know that they're inconclusive at the moment." 

Amira nodded her head, “how are they taking it?" 

Abigail took in a deep breath and looked up to the sky, it was blue without a cloud in sight. Amira looked alongside her, but then when she returned her look to see Abigail. Their eyes were already locked again, "they're taking it in stride I suppose. Brandon, he's 18 and in college now. He hasn't seen his father since he was 13. Most of his non-childhood memories have been without his father. The fact that his father might be alive is confusing for him. He's immersed himself in video games and reading books. A bit of escapism, really." She paused to think about the other child, “Adelynn is just skeptical, she's 21 and getting ready to go into our final semester of University. The last time she saw her father they got into a fight, she was getting ready for her driver's license test, and she didn't take some of his criticism well.”

Amira took out a notebook and wrote the two children's names in it. ‘Brandon,’ and ‘Adelynn.’

Abigail watched as Amira had done it. But she looked in confusion, "you spelled Adelynn's name correctly.”

“Unless she says it, nobody ever gets that. There are two ‘Ns’ in her name. If I didn't know better, I'd say there's some sort of muscle memory maybe?" 

Amira did not care for this analogy, “we're not going to win this one. Neither one of us. I just assume that the Lynn part of her name was from the name Lynn. Add-a-Lynn.”

It was clear to both of them that this conversation wasn't going to go much further. Interestingly, But they did agree to try and keep communication open just in case some more developments came up. One way or the other, Amira promised to let Abigail know what her results were. 

And then Abigail offered something she wasn't expecting. Maybe during the weekend, she would like to come over and have dinner… maybe even meet her children. 

They went their separate ways. She didn't know what Abigail would do, but she did know what she had to do. She had to continue her own plans. Set up her investments, start looking for a new place to live because she was not going to live out of a hotel forever. 

Amira was almost surprised at her own response when she agreed. The two women hugged and went in their own directions…

She went to her website about real estate, she looked at some homes, both condos, as well as homes for sale. She was turned off by the rental properties entirely too soon, the rent was too high for a place that she would have no stake in. At least with the homes or condos there would be some monthly payments, but a wedge to a potential hire money later, or the very least aloe monthly payment after a period of time. Renting an apartment was just the opposite, it was no long-term benefit, and likely she would be spending an increasingly higher amount month after month. There were prospects, but she didn’t think she would buy any of them… Though she did contact an agent about trying to see some of them.

The earlier meeting with Abigail had haunted Amira for the rest of the evening. She struggled to sleep, just like the night in the hospital. She kept going over the conversation in her head. Did she say the right things? Did she say the wrong things? Did she screw up by agreeing to come to this dinner?

Abby made a noise. Amira looked up and looked at Abby. She wore this sexy red negligee. It was see-through, and her nipples had pebbled, pushed out against the material. Her high heels clicked against the hardwood floors as she walked closer to the bed. She laid over. Pressing her hands to the mattress on either side of Amira's legs. She had a sultry look on her face. It was a look of a woman who was determined to get her lover one way or the other… as much as it may have been a seductive clothing choice, it was clear this woman was on the hunt. Amira was the prey.

She started to crawl up on the mattress and she stopped as she slid a finger into Amira’s pajama bottoms, and slowly pulled them down. And then she pulled down Amira's underwear to free her increasingly enlarging penis. That seemed strange to Amira, she couldn't figure out why that was wrong.

Abby wrapped her fingers around Amira's hardening cock. She slowly lifted her fist up and down, and Amira found herself moving her hands up to Abby's tight body, slowly dancing her fingers along the sexy woman's abs slowly raising to her breasts. She cupped them gently and squeezed them together… looking at her wife's sexy cleavage and feeling her raised nipples against her thumbs only seem to engage her cock even more.

She twisted her wife over and started pulling off the lingerie that she was wearing. Her urge to fuck this woman was building, that she was trying so hard to hold herself back and slowly remove the delicate fabrics. Should be looking forward to seeing her aware of that again… which wouldn't happen if she didn't have patience now…

She slowly freed her wife. And then her wife started to pull off Amira's clothes with increasingly powerful tugs and pulls.. Why did her chest seem so small? She didn't seem to have breasts… why did that seem so strange to her. 

Abby teased her cock with her pussy. As their lips touched, she felt Abby's pussy rub itself right across her hardened length. Every twitch of the aggressive woman's tongue was accentuated. By the way, she shifted her pelvis which threatened her self-control every single time. 

Abby knew her body, she knew that. They knew each other's body so well. And if she had planned this better, Amira might have actually been able to turn the tables and take Abby for the ride of her life. 

But then the gorgeous woman receded, slow and tracing. Small kisses down along Amira's chest as she slowly came to her swelled men… would it started with just a couple of slow slow licks… and Amira watched an amusement as her own cock bounced a little bit for the attention, but just a few more licks and she couldn't even relax. It was just stuck at attention… waiting for a hole. Waiting to be fucked…

Amira understood that that was not going to happen. There would be no fucking tonight…

She watched as Abby lowered her lips and took Amira's manhood into her mouth. Oh the suction on those lips. The way she felt the throbbing of her pulse in her cock as her wife did such lewd and enviable things. She wanted to feel that mouth for the rest of her life. Not everyday, but every second…

Amira felt her ass lift up, her pelvis moving back and forth to the rhythm of Abby's mouth. It was an urge to fill her wife with cum. Just unload her balls into the willing and eager mouth of her lover. 

She wanted to claim Abby as hers, on some level she already knew that as her wife they belong together. But there was some instinct, this need to penetrate… a driving need to claim her. Fill her to the brim. Mark her. She didn't know where this instinct came from but it was overwhelming. And yet she was trying to hold herself back. Not ready to cum, not ready to let this end so quickly.

Abby was good at what she did. That was a lie , she was amazing at what she did. She knew all of her ticks, and so many tricks. She didn't even hide that she knew all of Amira's urges, and she could easily control the way Amira would cum… and it didn't take long and she felt herself coming, scream after stream filling her wife-

Amira was awake. She was cumming from the dream. She had just soaked her own sheets and mattress. But she was enjoying this dream. Even though she was awake, she was still thinking about how further it would go, her hand pushing between her legs. Two fingers buried deep inside of her dripping snatch her thumb rubbing intense circles around her clit. She came when she was going to come again and again. She felt her ankles wrapping themselves around the sheets. One hand squeezing her nipples then erotic moans escaped from her mouth and then as she was about to cum, she let out a high-pitched shriek. 

The orgasm was intense, one of the most intense ones she'd ever had from self-love. Her hand was covered in her own juices, and she found herself licking her fingers imagining that it was Abigail's juices. Her body tingled, her chest was red and so were her cheeks, she hadn't remembered the last time she orgasmed with that much emotion, that much intensity, that much lust… and something else she couldn't quite put her mental finger on. 

Her body was spent, it almost felt numb from the tingling of her orgasms. She laid there for almost an hour breathing heavily, and for once actually regretting that she wasn't this Reid person. 

Amira wondered how she would react around Abigail after this dream. After these series of orgasms… She only had a couple days to that dinner, and she had no idea how she wanted to act.

Chapter 3

Today was the day that Amira was going to meet with her alleged family. She didn't know what was inspiring the strange urge to get to know these people, but there she was actually getting a bit nervous. It was this part of her that was excited to know that there was a family that was eager to embrace her and bring her in. But deep down, Amira knew that these were not her family. 

It was such a strange juxtaposition in her mind, knowing that someone is not her family, and yet having these complete strangers trying to embrace her as the father that was missing in their lives. She wasn't sure how her fingerprints had come up that way. She still didn't believe in the genetic tampering though she was trying to keep an open mind. 

And yet she was eager to meet Abby again, maybe that had something to do with the dream she had of Reid's wife. Although Amira considered herself. Bisexual, she really got heated over the thought of a woman… but after that dream, she just really wanted to have a little taste. 

She even knew how messed up. That was, a woman that was grieving, and a woman that would easily be taken advantage of… this was not the kind of woman that Amira wanted to be, but somehow there was something that was driving her… in the first step seemed to be to embrace the things she cared about. And what did a mother care most about? Her children... Even if they weren't children anymore.

She didn't really know much about the two children, she knew one was named Brandon, and the other was Adeline… She wondered how much they looked like Reed and how much they looked like Abigail.

On the other hand, she didn't really want to get too ingratiated with any of them, she didn't want to be too entangled with them emotionally. She thought about how she wanted to dress when she met them. There were different ideas that went through ahead, she could have dressed with a very basic little black dress. Every girl has one, as always, a safe bet… and it would reduce the amount of drama. She did briefly consider just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but since she didn't know how Reid had dressed, she was afraid that that would be another hope for Abigail to cling on to… She also thought about dressing up classy, it was always a good excuse to buy some expensive clothing… But she didn't want them to want her for her money, nor did you want to come off as snobby…

Ultimately, she decided to wear something a bit revealing, almost slutty. In some ways it would be the perfect way to flirt with Abigail, if she was lucky she put the woman into heat. But at the same time it would be the absolute opposite of her husband. Assuming he didn't dress in women's clothes, maybe try to put it into Abigail's mind that she was Amira, not Reid. Though it could be an all-time backfire, she didn't get an invite back home, or at least a phone call to meet up again later… she scowled that she didn't know exactly how this was going to play as she usually did. 

First thing to do was to style her hair, so when she was done with her shower, she spent some time blow drying her hair and brushing it out straight. She made a simple part in the middle, and then began to grade some of it. So it almost made a crown around her head. Using her curler. She teased it, gave it some waves, and before she knew it she had the perfect little waterfall braid, when she was finally done there was a wide smile on her flawless face, it came out looking hotter than she anticipated…

She picked this tight red dress, it had a low v-neck that almost went down to her navel. It displayed her chest in a way that most dresses didn't, her tits were fake, so there was a natural cleavage, And it sort of had a built-in bra in the way that it was shaped to her body, it showed both cleavage and underboob… with the exception of a single strap in the back, the dress was practically backless, it showed her back from her neck and almost dropped scandalously close to her ass crack. The dress itself barely went below her ass. It had some pretty embroidery around the sides by her ribs, which was actually made to hide the fact that it was a hard dress, it was molded to her body and would hold its shape and prevent mistakes from happening. Nothing would ever spill out. 

To go along with this, she had black fishnet stockings, again just to get the scandalous vibe, they were black and the gels at the top had ensured that they would not slide down her legs. She wore a pair of red high heels. They were strappy and very cute in her opinion. Yet… still a little on the sultry side. 

Her jewelry choice of the night was white gold, though to compliment the red dresses, she chose emerald gemstones. Three studs in each ear, two rings on her left and and three rings on her right. She had three bracelets on her right right, they had no gemstones and a smartwatch on her left wrist. Her necklace still had that white gold look with the emerald gemstones, but it was held in asymmetrical fashion…

Her makeup was delicate, and she still used green for eyeshadow, dark red lipstick with a little bit of lip gloss for a shine. She's liquid eyeliner for her eyes, and gave herself a nice little cat's eye. Look on her left eye, but swelled it off into a fun little Celtic design on her right eye. She glued fake lashes to her eyes, and then enhanced it with the little mascara. 

She finished the look off with a classic Chanel bag which actually cost her over 10 grand. Somehow having such slutty clothes with a bag that cost more than most people made in a month…or two seemed kind of fun. 

She called an Uber, and as she made her way down to the bottom of the hotel, she saw the staff giving her a confused look… They still didn't know what to make of her. 

Before she knew it she was in the Uber and driving off to the restaurant where she would meet Reid's family.

When she arrived she said that she was looking for the McGuire family. The hostess gave her a funny look, forced a smile, and then started to lead her down through a maze of chairs and tables until at last Amira saw Abigail. Abigail was sitting with a young man probably about 18 who was likely Brandon.

As she was approaching, Abigail looked up and saw her and her eyes went wide. Maybe she was dressed a little too slutily for a family meeting… but at least meeting a family for the first time looking like she did would leave quite an impression. It made her smile. 

Abigail looked embarrassed. But she covered it up, she noticed Brandon's eyes were at her chest, probably not realizing that this is the woman that her mother probably told her is probably her dad… that'll get awkward in about 5… 4… 3…

“Hi Abigail! And you must be Brandon!” And Brandon's eyes immediately popped away from her potential father's chest to her eyes. Record time might have even been the speed of light.

It took a moment for Abigail to recover. Which gave Amira a chance to evaluate her outfit. She wore jeans and a nice blouse, with a pair of leather boots with a minimal heel. She was guessing by the jeans and the boots that she was trying to appear casual, but the blouse had a nice floral design which told her that she was actually trying to look nice. The jewelry she was wearing was not cheap either, this was telling. But in those few seconds they said it took Abigail to recover. She finally said, “hi Amira. Nice to see you again. Yes, this is Brandon." 

Brandon who also sported a pair of jeans as well as a striped button-down shirt. I held out his hand to shake it, and Amira reached out her hand and shook it daintily. There was more confusion on Brandon's face as he clearly did not expect a girly handshake from the woman who might be her father. And that was probably a good thing, as far as she was concerned, their father: she was not… 

"And what about this Adeline-girl?” Amira asked and realized that she probably shouldn't have stated it just like that. “Sorry… is Adeline still coming?”

There's a sour expression on Brandon's face at the way she referred to his sister. And there's a tightness in Abigail's jaw, but clearly forgiveness at her apology, "Adeline is running a little late, but with any luck, she'll be here soon.”

With that, the conversation broke down into silence as I started looking at their menus. Amira was still looking at her menu when she heard steps coming up from behind her. Judging by the body language and looks on Brandon and Abby's faces, she was assuming that Adeline was coming up from behind her. 

"Hey everybody, sorry I'm late.” a female voice spoke. 

Amira turned around and looked, it was an attractive woman who looked like a mix of Brandon and Abigail who wore a pair of baggy jeans and a baggy turtleneck sweater… for some reason they were some alarms going off in her head but she tried to ignore it, especially giving that the girl looked like she was then and probably had a nice body, not unlike herself… minus the fake tits. 

Abigail spoke first, "hi honey, glad you can make it… this is Amira.”

Amira looked up just in time to see the young lady bend down and wrap an arm around her in a gentle and brief hug, "hi Amira, nice to meet you. I'm Adeline.”

Amira smiled back and gave her a gentle pat on the back as the young lady was pulling back, “ nice to meet you. I'm Amira… but your mother already told you that… like 3 seconds ago.” They both laughed before they sat down.

Once they ordered their food, they eventually started small talking. Talking about things like the weather, good deals they've had, and some basic interest types of things. The conversations didn't get deep at first, and it became very clear to both Abigail and Amira that the kids didn't know how to handle this. Amira decided to get ahead of this, “I'm sorry to interrupt… I know none of us really know how to deal with this awkward situation. I don't think I'm your father, your mother thinks I am. But until other evidence or memories start popping up. How about we just think of me as the cool Auntie?” 

Surprisingly, that seemed to defuse a lot of the situation. And they started chatting about their lives. Amira talked heavily about her time at the cruise ship, though she tended to talk more about the fun stories and less about the way she made money.

As the evening was starting to close up, they started making plans individually with Amira. She was a little uncomfortable with that, but she could see that Abigail really wanted her to try. She really had no obligation to this woman, but she agreed to try something. They exchanged phone numbers with each other, and they said their goodbyes. 

As Amira entered her hotel, she was met by a man in a suit, someone that she thought was a manager. “Ma'am-” immediately the heckles on the back of her neck started rising, she was far too young to be a ma'am, "-given the light of recent circumstances, we are going to have to ask you to leave.”

Amira decided to play dumb, "what recent circumstances?”

“You are arrested from our hotel for a prostitution charge, and I'm afraid that is not acceptable.”

She pursed her lips and thought, “I suppose I could leave… but I want you to consider a few other things. Charges were dismissed by the DA's office. I have not brought anyone up to my room, nor have I gone to anybody else's room. Your security can confirm that I'm sure with your security system. The night in question, I did have a few drinks… and I was propositioned by a person that at the time I did not know was a police officer. This person kept asking me to do very explicit things for a lot of money. I kept saying no. I tried to be polite, but the man was big and intimidating. It wasn't until he finally offered a handjob that I agreed. Hoping that as we walked by your desk I would be able to ask you for help. You left that bar in a position that left a woman like myself very vulnerable which ended up in arrest.” The man looked like he was trying to think of what to say, " I'm not going to argue with you, if you ask me to leave, despite the fact that I've paid up for the whole month… I will leave, and I'll also do a chargeback on my card… you'll see complaints going to corporate, you will see reviews online, and since my name is already in the newspaper for what happened, you will find that this hotel will be in the press and not in a good way for allowing a woman to be victimized… potentially by a drunk pervert, but instead her ass by a cop under your management… Now, as I said, if you asked me to leave again I'll walk out right now. But I would suggest that you let me go back to bed since it's late. Talk to your security. Confirm what I said… maybe talk to your lawyer… maybe talk to upper management, and I can come down around… what's a good time? Nine… and you can make a final decision.”

The man looked at the front desk person as well as a guard in the corner, he looked like he was about to say something as his face was turning a bright shade of red… she hadn't figured out if this is embarrassment or anger yet, “ we can talk around nine o'clock tomorrow morning." He agreed.

Amira smiled warmly, despite how she was actually feeling at the annoyance, "thank you so much. Nine o'clock. Have a good evening.”

The next morning she met with the hotel manager and he gave an apology for everything that she had been through. To make it up to her, he offered a free breakfast, lunch and dinner for her to use at any time through the room service. She thanked him and moved on with her day.

Two days later she was meeting with Brandon. She gave him a gentle hug, he returned it. She sat in his car and they drove off, “So I said I'd do anything with you. Where are you taking us?" Amira asked with amused curiosity. 

“I know a nice little spot, a stream that feeds into a lake." 

“I don't get it.” she stated flatly. 

“We're going fishing." 

She giggled a bit, "I've never gone fishing a day in my life.”

It was his turn to laugh, “ well if there's any memories to jog, those will be it. My father always went fishing whenever he had a spare moment. We liked doing it together, we did it a lot.. I kind of regret not fishing with him more in the last couple of years, I was wanted to hang out with my friends.”

Amira put her hand on Brandon's, "Well I'm definitely willing to give it a shot. I'm sorry I feel that way about your father. If he's as nice as Abigail said though… I don't think you heard his feelings that much." She chuckled to herself for a moment, she almost told him that her father would have understood that ‘boys will be boys.’ which in this incidence would be very innocent and acceptable… contrary to what happens frequently in her formal profession on the cruise ship… and expression that was used as an excuse for when boys or men did horrible things to women. 

So they parked on the side of the road, Brandon pulled out two rods and a little tool box, which Amira realized a moment later was actually a tackle. She was proud of herself for knowing that. They walked down to the edge of the river. 

Brandon was kind and patient as he taught her how to use the fishing reel. He showed the different parts of it and how it would be used, and then had to take a few test casts. He helped her get the worm on the hook, and he didn't actually use a real worm at all, use some neon colored thing from his toolbox… cough cough… tackle box… and got her hook all set up. 

She was the first one to catch something, and as she reeled it in with his verbal guidance, a little fish about the size of the palm of her hand emerged from the water. It dangled from the hook as it flopped around, and Amira pulled it in close and grabbed it, “ew gross… it's slimy.”

Brandon laughed at her reaction, “of course it is, it's a fish." 

She held the line out to him, "then you take it off the hook.”

Brennan almost looked a little hurt at that line, but he nodded his head in agreement and helped unhook the fish. And then he threw it back in. “See nice and easy." 

Amira gave Brandon a strange look, "why did he throw it back in? Aren't we supposed to eat it or something?”

"That one was too small." He told her, “also, that kind of fish isn't very tasty." 

"Well that seems kind of mean, stabbing him in the face and then telling him you're not going to eat him…”

Brandon looked back at her, "to be fair, if someone stabbed me in the face, I'd probably be happy if they said they weren't going to eat me.”

Amira smirked, "well if they want to eat me, first thing is they don't stab me in the face. And then I prefer flowers and expensive gifts and probably a good night on the town." 

“Ewww." 

“What?" She asked. 

"I don't want to hear this.” 

“Sorry, I thought you had a sense of humor.”

" I do.. but you're-" father, is what she expected to hear, but he caught himself, “aunt." 

She looked down at a rock in front of him, "you're right, I'm sorry.”

Luckily for them the night got easier after that. Amerit did not feel comfortable stabbing the fish in the face, so she put her fishing rod down after a few minutes, but she was happy to sit on the side of the bank with her ‘nephew.’ And they told stories and jokes for a couple of hours. 

The very next day Amira had plans with Adeline. Adeline didn't know what to do so Amira offered to take her for a trip to do a spa day. It was something relatively small, but she made the appointments and the two ladies met. 

There was just something that was bothering Amira about Adeline. Her clothes were too baggy, at first she thought that the young lady might have been hiding a pregnancy. What a quick hug revealed that that was not the case.

They got massages, she overheard one of the masseuses say to Adaline that she was very tense. But over the next 45 minutes they were both treated to the most luxurious massage that she had had in a long time, and assumed it'd even been longer for Adeline. Then they were traded to an oxygen facial, a manicure and a pedicure, and a few other things that made them feel pampered. 

Amira knew that she was not close to Adeline yet, but as they were leaving the spa, she just had to ask, “why do you wear clothes like that?" 

She looked at it herself, “like what?”

"Baggy. Clearly you have a nice body, a nice frame, you're beautiful. And yet you kind of dressed like a troll. Nothing wrong with it, but something just seems off for your features.”

"Well, I have a boyfriend.”

"So?” she asked us if she didn't know. 

“You know it's not right for a girl to show off her body for other men when she has a boyfriend. If she hides her body, then other guys won't flirt with her.” She said as if it made complete sense to her. 

"Who the fuck told you that?" 

Adeline seemed taken back by that f-bomb, “no one told me, I just respect my boyfriend. I wouldn't want to give him a reason to think I'm cheating or anything.”

And everything all at once just clicked into place for her, ‘her boyfriend was controlling, probably gaslighting her, and the reason she was probably late for meeting with them is he probably wasn't a huge fan of her meeting friends and family without him around.’ Their afternoon was over, But Amira found that she did not want to leave her ‘niece’ alone just yet. “What are you doing for the rest of the evening?" 

“Nothing big, just a little bit of laundry." She told her. 

“Need a hand? I'm the mistress of folding." 

It was a look in her eyes, like she wanted to say yes, "not this time, I didn't tell Donnie that he was going to have any company.”

"You went to his place?”

She shook her head ‘no,’ "no the lease is in my name, but he gets kind of annoyed if he doesn't have heads up on company.”

Amira smiled, as annoyed as she was… “but I'm not just company, I'm your auntie." 

A couple of hours later they were standing in the kitchen, and the two of them were folding clothes. Adeline just looked at her, "how the hell hell do you do that so quickly?”

"Ninja fold.” 

Adeline looked at her incredulously, “dafuq is a ninja fold?" 

“You got Google… you have YouTube… look it up.”

Amira took a couple steps back and leaned against the wall as she watched her niece start a video on YouTube about how to do the ninja fold. A minute later she picked up a t-shirt fold once… fold twice. Flip. done… “Oh my gosh that is so much easier!" And the two started spinning through all the laundry folding in no time. 

A little while later there was a clicking at the door, it was a key inserted into the lock, and later the door opened… and there was Donald. 

He immediately seemed off put by the fact that there was a strange lady in the room. "Who were you?”

She tried to be friendly, “I'm Amira, I'm Adeline's aunt.”

"Oh yeah, it's supposed to be our father or something? She told me about that." 

“Or something.” She was not oblivious to the fact that this man couldn't help but check her out in every possible angle that he could. But despite her annoyance, Adeline did seem blind to this atrocious behavior. Which told her that this asshole was probably cheating on her as well as gaslighting her, manipulating her, and probably trying to cut her off from the rest of her family. 

She was curious to see if this guy was as arrogant as she thought he was. She slid her phone number into his pants, she was going to do that without a person knowing… it was just a matter of how long it would take. 

She said her good goodbyes to her niece. And when she hugged Donald, she squeezed one of his butt cheeks… He barely reacted aside from a creepy smile as she waved goodbye and left through the door. On the one hand, but giving him that butt cheek squeeze, he wouldn't give Adeline any grief over her being there… he probably thought he was about to get laid.

She did get a call from him two days later, and she made plans to meet him, And then made him promise not to tell Adeline. He was happy to agree to that. 

Then Friday night came, she was meeting with Abigail. She went over to her house, and knocked on the door. She brought a cheesecake. 

Abby hugged her and thanked her for the cheesecake, she was invited in and it was just the two of them. No Brandon. No Adeline.

“ The kids told me that you had some exciting days with them." Abigail started as she started to serve the meal. 

“Yeah I like them a lot. Brandon's eager and excited. I think he was hoping that our fishing trip was going to make me suddenly have every one of Reid’s memories. It wasn't the case." 

“I got that impression. He seemed disappointed that you didn't remember anything. But he also seemed amused by your time together. Something clicked for him.”

"Yeah we surprisingly had a lot to talk about once we sat down and just got into the nitty-gritty of it all.” there was a slight pause, "What did you hear from Adeline?”

And there was another pause from Abigail this time, "honestly, not much. She said it was a nice time but didn't elaborate. Did something happen?”

“I met her boyfriend. I don't like him." 

"Why not? She asked. 

“I'm guessing she started wearing those baggy clothes around the time she started getting serious with him?”

Abigail stopped what she was eating, "yeah why?”

“Did you know more than 60% of women are in an abusive relationship by the time they're eighteen?" It was a chilling and sobering statistic, and they both knew it wasn’t a number she pulled out of her proverbial ass.

“You think that he is hitting her?” her mind thinking about the clothes, covering her body up and such.

"no… I think he's taking advantage of her, isolating her, and making her emotionally dependent upon him, probably guilting her for showing off her body to anyone that’s not him..." 

“We need to talk to her." 

Amira shook her head, "I don't think that'll do anything but push her away from you and more to him. I'm working on something. Give me a few days. I'll let you know how it works out.”

“Okay." She reluctantly said with a bit of concern and frustration in her voice as she was finally putting the pieces together herself for the first time and probably mentally scalding herself for not figuring it out herself. The signs were pretty clear.

“Look, Abigail… she'll be fine.” Amira said with reassurance, “Even if neither of us got ourselves involved, she would have figured this shit out on her own. I don't get the impression she's the victim type. But I’d rather get her out before she has a higher therapy bill." 

Abigail nodded her head, "I suppose you're right. We raised a smart girl." 

“You raise a smart girl, Abigail." 

She seemed hurt by the fact that Amira said that it was her alone. But it was really that she didn't feel that she had anything to do with raising her, she just met her earlier this week. But instead you just took a deep breath, “just call me. Abby. Everyone else does…”

Not that she was about to say a word about that erotic dream she had. But in her dream that's how she thought of the woman in front of her… ‘Abby,’ not ‘Abigail.’ in some ways it was kind of strange thinking of her that way, she'd only known her since that hospital visit, she had known her as Abigail. And it would just seem natural to call her, Abby.

Abigail poured a couple of drinks. She passed one Amira who took a sip, she didn't like it. “Ooofff, what is that?”

Abigail seemed surprised, "not a fan?”

Amira shook her head to say no, "not at all, it's smokey and it burns.”

“That's why it was Reid's favorite..." Her voice trailed off, perhaps she was thinking that that was a way to remind her of something. But to have her not even like it must have been a slap to the face. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I might have been a little bit more delicate about that.” 

“It's okay. I just thought…”

"It would help me to remember…" Amira finished. 

Abigail grab the straits, his shoe and dabbed under one of her eyes, “well what kind of drinks do you like?”

"Do you have a blender and some fresh fruit?” She asked with a smirk as Abigail smiled back at her…

Amira’s eyes opened slowly. She was more than a little buzzed. She was sitting on the couch, and she realized that Abigail was sleeping on her lap. She couldn't stay like this much longer. She tried to get up slowly trying not to wake up Abigail. But she did.

"hi,” She said with a bit more of an upbeat voice than usual. Her words weren't slurred, but the dopey smile on her face. Told her that she definitely had a bit of a buzz going on… maybe more. 

“Hi back.” Amira said normally, she thought back to that dream again. Part of it was getting wet just at the thought and having this girl lick her pussy the way she had licked her dream dick. 

She found herself checking out Abigail's body again, nice tight body, clearly. She worked out at least a little bit. Perky breasts that were perfect for her body. her lips were plumper than her own; very kissable. And she got back to her eyes, only to find that it looked like Abigail was doing the exact same thing to her. 

Before she had a chance to say anything, Abby stepped in, put an arm around Amira's neck and pressed her lips to Amira's. Her eyes went wide for a moment, and then she slowly closed them and embraced the kiss. It was soft and gentle. Hell your earlier never stopped touching even as there were several small little packs before Abby opened her mouth and slid her tongue inside. She reciprocated, her arm slowly pulling around Abby's waist and pulling her closer. She felt a pulsing in her pussy that she hadn't felt in a kiss in a long time. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because of that dream, maybe it was just something about her being her… but she liked the kiss. And it was a kiss that lasted for nearly 2 minutes… okay maybe it wasn't two minutes, her alcohol filled mind wasn't counting seconds, so she didn't know exactly how much time passed, but it wasn't a quick kiss.

And then the kiss was over and a two were staring at one another. They were looking at each other with such intensity. Both clearly in heat, both feeling insecure.

Chapter 4.

There were thoughts that went through Amira's head. So far only a kiss had passed, but if she didn't do something more would happen. She didn't know what she wanted to do. She lusted for this woman. 

Should she stop Abby? Take a moment and remind her that she was not her husband. Do the right thing, was there even the right thing? They clearly had affections for one another, though. This woman saw her as a husband that would have gone missing, and Amira looked at her as a woman from a sex dream come to life.

Should she simply just take the reins? It's not like she didn't know how to do that. Shit, she has had experiences with control and plenty of sexual encounters over the years, sometimes with friends, sometimes with clients. It was a simple thing to take a person, guide them, and lead them to both they both wanted. But again was this ethical? Would she be taking advantage? 

But ultimately, she decided to take a different route. She decided to be passive and let Abby take control. See what you wanted, see what she liked, let her set the limit. 

Abby leaned in and kissed her on the lips again, she could feel their lipsticks almost smearing together, she felt Abby's hands moving up to her breasts. There was a gentle squeeze, as her hands slowly moved around, lightly squeezing and cupping as her fingers seemed to be slowly finding their way to her nipples… she pinched them lightly, eliciting a soft moan from Amira's mouth. Amira did what any sane woman would do, she returned the favor. She moved her hands toward Abby's waist, and slowly guided her hands up until they were just under her breasts, she cupped lightly and squeezed the beautiful woman's tits together and then slid her thumbs up until they found her nipples and slowly moved them in small circles until she pulled her index finger up to squeeze…

It was almost strange, Abby's breasts were much like her own before she had surgery. Soft and delicate perky and fun. Her own were harder, one could easily tell that they were fake by the way they moved, by the way, they didn't squeeze like a natural breast. And yet the two women seemed focused. Each of them giving the attention the other craved… at that moment, each of them were focused on each other's chest. 

Abby moved her head down, her tongue. A lighter pink contrasted with her dark red lips moved out and its tongue came out and started licking teasing lately at Amira's other nipple. Amira found herself moving her head back as she gasped, she bit her lip and let out a sound of approval that was neither a word nor a moan. The sound encouraged Abby to do more. Abby was older, she had a bit more experience, she knew how to tease just the right reaction out of Amira. 

But Amira was experienced as well, and she was a good learner. She felt Abby's arms move up and wrap around her neck, pulling them closer. They kissed again. Their tongues were exploring each other's mouth and when the kiss finally broke it was under his turn. Again, she returned to Abby's breast and did exactly the same thing to her that she had done to Amira. The reaction was very similar as her back arched and she tossed her head backin ecstacy. She ran her hands through Amira's hair as if she didn't know what else to do with her hands at that moment. 

Back and forth they went, any teasing like a couple of teenagers. Never really moving past second base, at least not for a while. 

Everything to this moment had been in the corner of the couch on a single cushion. It was almost claustrophobic but in a good way. But then Abby stood up, she took Amira's feet and pulled her out, length-wise, and suddenly Amira was laying on her back. Abby layed on top of her and then slid to the side one hand on Amira's right breast, with her lips suckling on the left. And then she let go of her nipple, and kissed small tracks up to her collarbone along her neck and teased her ear. And then slowly back to her lips, and they were making out again. 

Amira felt it as Abby's hand let go of her breast and slowly made its way down further. Teasing just below her navel until she felt a single finger hooking around the Hem of her dress and pulling up only an inch. Pausing cautiously as if to ask if this was okay.

Amira paused, moved her hand up to Abby's face, held her cheek lightly, looking her in the eye and just nodded her head. And then used her hand to hook behind her ear and pull her face back in for another kiss.

Abby didn't need another word, she simply pulled the dress up around Amira's waist. Slowly slid her fingers under her panties, there's a moment of hesitation and Amira's thoughts, the panties were delicate, but then again she really just liked what she was feeling in that moment.

She felt the delicate touch of Abby's fingertips slide along her slit. She inhaled deeply through her nose, and she was almost self-conscious that the inhale through her nose was audible all around the room. She better look again, it was hot. She started feeling Abby's fingers pressing down just a little bit over her clit and moving in small circles. Her breathing became more rapid, the rhythm was perfect. So many men know how to fuck that up just by changing the speed and tempo! But Abby knew exactly what she was doing. And then that finger was replaced with a thumb. Just applying a nice subtle pressure, barely moving in circles holding the rhythm… and then there was a finger inside of her… “oh fuck that feels good…”

It was around 2:30 in the morning when she realized that Abby was getting up. She pretended to be asleep, and Abby tiptoed out of the room. Amira was still dressed, they'd never even taken their clothes off, they just kind of went everywhere…. Lifted, adjusted, shifted… whatever made for easy access… they had fallen asleep spooning, but as soon as Abby got up, Amira knew what she had to do. As soon as she heard the door close, she stood up, grabbed her purse, grabbed her heels in her other hand, and quickly made it to the front door. She put her heels on when she reached the end of the walkway and started walking to the left… she used her phone to call an Uber, and half an hour later she was back in her hotel room. 

She didn't know what the fuck she was doing. She don't want to fuck with this woman's head, but she was in her own little fuck space… err headspace… She would try and reach out in a day or two, but for right now she just needed to be by herself… figure out what the fuck she was doing.

Amira was meeting with a real estate agent, they had checked a place and put in a bid for it. She paid a little over market value, a lot more over what the asking price was, but she had her own place. Luckily she didn't have too much, and should be able to move in just over a week. She is proud of herself and she signed the papers. 

Considering that it was close to the city, it was expensive. It had only a half an acre of land, it had 3,000 square feet and she had a 30-year mortgage just for a bit over a million dollars… she can afford it, due to her investments. She should be paying off enough so that it wouldn't be a problem, and she was smart. She might pay off that mortgage a lot faster but it was a thing, she wanted to keep her money invested… not spending too much on liabilities. 

She called some contractors, and started making plans to make some adjustments to the house. A little bit of work needed to be done, some painting that she would have preferred in some of the bedrooms. She needed some furniture of course, so that was ordered… hopefully by the following Monday when she moved in, everything would be just the way she needed it to be. 

It was in the early evening that she decided she needed to have some dinner. She found a place and ordered it online to be delivered. She was half-distracted when she heard the knock on the door, she looked at the time and was surprised that the pizza arrived as early as it did. She reached into a purse and pulled out some cash for a tip to the driver and when she opened the door… it was Brandon. 

“Brandon, hi… come on in.” he did not seem amused, but he stepped inside anyway. 

“You left my mom in tears the other day…”

"yeah. I guess I did.”

"Are you just playing with her? Just playing with us?”

Amira gestured to a seat, and waited for Brandon to sit down, “I think you're assuming that I'm together enough to know what the fuck I'm doing. I don't… at least not emotionally. It's easy to find a place to live, get investments in. That's just routine shit. I know what I'm doing there. And I'm attracted to your mom and I have no idea why.”

Brennan looked annoyed and confused, "probably because you're our dad, somewhere deep down you know that you belong with her." 

She let out a sigh, “Honestly I don't know what to believe. That's why I said that you should call me auntie… I don't remember being your father, I don't remember being her wife… husband… whatever… you know this. Yet there's evidence that somebody's tampered with my life. I'm still not convinced that I'm your father, I find it entirely believable that if somebody did something to me, it was to be a distraction from what did happen to your father.. I just don't know. I have no memories or emotions regarding any of you from the past. Everything I remember about you or feel about you and the rest of the family is from the last week or two. I'm not trying to be mean. I'm trying to be nice.”

"What did you do to Mom?”

"Look I don't think-” Amira started.

But Brandon was having nothing of that, "-what the fuck did you do to my mom that left her like that?”

"We had sex.”

Loaded silence… It was clear that he just visualized something, and realized how much he didn't want to but pushed ahead, “isn't that a good thing?" 

"It was a fucking great thing." 

"Ewww.. no.” He immediately reacted, "I mean emotionally…" 

“It probably started that way… I fell asleep spooning… may or may not have got up and left the house when she went to use the bathroom…” his face was incredulous, and yet she had the bravery to add, “in the middle of the night…”

“That is so fucked up." He paused, "you one-night-standed a woman that you haven't ruled out might be your wife. Either don't have sex or stick around till morning… trust me she makes good pancakes.”

Amira's mouth hung open for a moment and slightly shifted to the right. She let out a single sigh of air that could have been mistaken for a laugh. She closed her eyes as she composed herself, "I'll try to remember that if it happens again." 

There was a knock on the door. Amira excused herself for a moment and answered the door. It was a pizza delivery person. She handed them a twenty and told him to keep the change, which was very nice considering she'd already paid for the pizza with her card. She heard the toilet flush, and turned around to see Brandon exiting the bathroom. 

“I ordered a pizza, it's small… but I was only going to eat half if you want the other half.”

Brandon looked at it for a moment, nodded his head, and sat down in a seat again.

Once Brandon had left, she has been soul searching to do. He was right. She should not have abandoned Abby like that, at least not without some sort of explanation. 

So she's spent a good chunk of the evening and night figuring out exactly what she was going to say. And the next day she reached out via a phone call. There was some surprise in Abby's voice. 

But after the initial greeting, Amira got straight to the point and gave an apology. She admitted things for getting awkward as things from moving so quickly. She was attracted to her and she'd been relieved to see that Abby was attracted to Amira as well. 

She admitted that she was afraid that it was going to make things more intense. And she didn't want to be confused Abby by making her think more about Amira being Reid. 

Abby took it well. And said that they could do it at a different pace, or stop if they needed to. Amira verbally showed her appreciation for that, but was non-committal either way, promising to let things go natural… But asked her a few more days to be able to clear her head. Abby was agreeable to that, though clearly she wasn't loving it. 

A couple hours later, Brandon texted Amira, “Thank you.”

Ironically the very next day she got a phone call for another one night stand. No she wasn't going to make it that easy. She responded by offering a place to eat lunch. And he responded in the affirmative. 

She was coordinating her outfits, and she was going to wear this white skirt with a pink tank top, but unfortunately she couldn't find the lipstick to go with the outfit… so she just went for the little black dress. Ironically the same one she probably would have worn to the meeting to meet with her, ‘family.’ 

She stepped inside the little diner, and looked around and then saw the familiar looking hair. She waved to him and walked over and sat down with him. “I was starting to think you weren't going to call me back." 

"Honestly, I wasn't going to. You being my girlfriend's aunt and everything. But you are hot, and then I heard you pissed off her mother somehow, so wasn't sure if we were going to see you again.” he smirked, “and I haven't even seen all of you yet."

Amira bit her lower lip as she met his eyes. Showing him that she liked what he had to say, she shifted her shoulders, she knew that it would make her breasts show a deeper cleavage and she leaned in knowing that his eyes were on her chest, "can you keep it quiet? I like Adeline, but I don't want to hurt her if I can avoid it.”

"I'm sure I can keep a secret if you can.” the meal continued with them flirting. He offered to pay the check, and she handed him a piece of paper with her address on it. "Tomorrow night at six on the door, do not be late. And just so you know, I wouldn't have been handing this to you if you didn't offer to pay the bill.”

He used his phone to snap a picture of the paper that had her address, and then he crumpled it up and threw it in the trash and was way out. She gave him a chaste and quick kiss on the lips, and then waved goodbye before she got into her Uber and he got into his car.

She texted Adeline, told her that she should tell her boyfriend that her mother asked her to come and visit for the evening… she responded a moment later that surprisingly he said that would be fine. The trap was set.

Adeline arrived much earlier than her boyfriend, Donald would have. Adeline didn't know it beforehand, but her ‘auntie’ had planned to set up her boyfriend. When she entered, Amira had asked her to park her car up front. She did not, she had parked her car where she was told to in the text message. 

“What's going on? Why are you being so secretive and why did you bring me here?”

"I'm going to be entirely honest with you, I'm not a huge fan of your boyfriend. He has all the classic red flags that make me worried about him. And when I say I'm worried about him, I'm worried about you." 

She rolled her eyes, “You're overreacting. Yeah, I admit he's a little rough around the edges. But he's a good guy. He takes care of me.”

Amira gave Adeline a raised eyebrow with ‘a really?’ expression. “He's got your nerves about who comes to visit you. He's got you wearing baggy clothes to hide your body because he's insecure. He's isolating you from your family, and making life difficult for you. And he's cheating on you."

That immediately got the heckles up on Adeline's neck, “I think cheating is a bit of an overreach.”

"He's coming here tonight to fuck me.” she told her.

Adeline's jaw dropped, “excuse me? You're going to fuck my boyfriend?”

"No!” Amira defiantly rejected, "though admittedly I may have left my phone number in his pants pocket just to see if my instincts were right, he reached out, we did lunch yesterday. And I suggested if he came over here tonight at six o’clock that I would be open to intercourse.”

"This better be going somewhere fast.* 

"Look sex is not going to happen. You are going to be in the closet. And you're going to stay in there until I tell you to come out. I may or may not get him to confess what else he's been doing. Or who he's been doing. And if I'm wrong. You of all people in the world have the right to yell at me later. And if I'm right, you can cut your losses early and I'm here to drink a bottle of wine with you to get over it. Also some Jen & Sherry's in the freezer if you want ice cream instead.”

Adeline was understanding not happy about the situation at all, and it did take some more convincing, but soon enough she was willing to hide in the closet as soon as there was a knock on the door. 

Of course a guy like Donald would be late. It was about ten past six when there was a knock on the door. Amira gestured to the closet and Adeline walked in with a clear look of aggravation on her face.

Amira opened the door, “hey you." She was actually surprised that therewere flowers, She was actually surprised that there were flowers, "you know I was pretty angry that you weren't on time. I was actually thinking I was going to find somebody else to give me a good pounding. But maybe these lilies will make up for it.”

He took his jacket off, and flung it over the back of the seat, “Sorry, I thought I was going to get out of there earlier, but you know Adeline, she just doesn't know how to let things go. She kept pestering me right up until I was ready to leave.”

Now Amira knew that was a total lie, Adeline had been with her for the last hour. “I'm going to be entirely honest with you. I kind of want to have sex with you. But I don't want Adeline to ever know that this is going to happen. And I'm going to be honest with you. You don't seem like you're good at keeping your mouth shut.”

He chuckled, "I'm going to be honest too, I don't get why you're willing to do this with me. She's your niece. I know you just recently got back in your life and such, but why would you throw this away for a good fuck?”

"That's undecided. I might have made a bad decision by picking you up. Maybe you should leave. Like I said, I just don't know if I can trust you to keep your mouth shut.”

"I've been fucking her best friend every Thursday night for the last 6 months. You see how she hangs my every word, she does what I say, me keeping my mouth a shut is easy. I'm not even worried about it if you don't. She'll ditch you and the rest of the family when I tell her to. I've got her wrapped around my finger.” he insisted with an arrogant smile. 

“I do like a man of confidence.”

"Oh don't worry about that babe, I've got plenty of confidence." Arrogance.

She opened up a drawer, she pulled out a plastic pair of handcuffs. She threw that into him, "test these and make sure you can break them.”

He looked confused, "they look like toy handcuffs for kids.”

A mirror let out a little laugh, “that's because they are toy handcuffs for kids… well big kids… they're just big enough for you.”

“So why do you want me to break them?”

"Because I have a game to play with you. And I want to make sure that you're not going to be trapped. I'm going to be the big bad dominatrix, and I'm going to be having my way with you while your hands and feet are locked to the bedposts. And when I've got a good rhythm going on, you're going to break free and you're going to capture me and have your way with me like the big man you want are." The last sentence-spoken with more of a sultry tone than the rest of her description…

He was looking her up and down again, “yeah, I'm down.”

“Okay, you have a choice, take off your clothes, or let me lock your cuffs to the bed and then I can cut them off like the evil dominatrix that I'm going to pretend to be." 

“Yeah I can't lose these clothes. I'll just take them off.”

“Disappointing, but probably a smarter choice. At least that way there'll be less evidence for Adeline to notice." 

It didn't take long for him to be completely naked. And then she opened up a drawer and took out four pairs of handcuffs and locked each of his wrists, one at a time to the headboard, and then his ankles to the other end. 

She pretended to twist a curled mustache that didn't exist, “muwahaha, you are now my prisoner…” she started with a fake cartoony villain voice, "and I'm going to find out where that treasure is that you're hiding even if I have to fuck you stupid to figure it out." 

"Oh no! Oh no! They told me during my briefing that your pussy was absolutely irresistible.”

"That's right my prisoner, once you feel my pussy on your dick, you'll be mine forever.” She then held up one finger as if to tell him one moment, walked to the refrigerator, opened it up and removed a little white bucket…

“What's that?" He asked with confusion, not even using his role-playing voice; disappointing. 

Amira was not using her role-playing voice either, “ice.”

"Ice?”

“Yip. And you'll notice that box on the side of the bed, inside of that is a 6-inch penis gag. It's very lifelike… if you scream, I'm going to jam that thing in your mouth and then secure it behind your head.”

"If I scream?”

She crawled onto the bed. Still holding the bucket of ice and lean back to the heels of her feet, she grabbed a handful of ice cubes, " yes… if you scream when I press these ice cubes into your cock and balls… don't worry, it won't do any damage." And with that she did just what she said and he grunted… 

“Stop that fucking shit… get it out of there.” He whisper-yelled between grated teeth, apparently he was still afraid of that cock gag. 

"Just a moment.” she told him and then watched as he frantically started pulling at his cuffs realizing that they had no give. They are not as fragile as the ones that she had let him test earlier. 

And then she unfolded pieces of the blanket and revealed a little pink device. "What is that?" 

“It's a chastity cage.” And with that she spent the next couple of moments wrapping a ring around his junk, and then attaching the other necessary parts and then locking it in place with a key. She walked across the room and hooked up a necklace, “now you see this little pendant? I'm going to put the key in here. Now the funny thing about this little device is that it has a battery in it, it'll last at least a week. And if you come anywhere within the range of this pendant, it's going to shock you. If you try to cut the lock it's going to shock you. That thing is on you until I say otherwise, it whoever I give this to says otherwise.”

He was glaring at her, “what the fuck's wrong with you? Some fucking crazy bitch?" 

"No, I'm just very protective of my niece. I knew exactly what kind of man you are the moment I laid eyes on you. Had my suspicions the moment I saw her show up wearing a sweater and baggy pants with a body like hers.” 

"I've got her wrapped around my fingers. She won't believe a word that you say. One word from me and she'll cut you off and everyone else from her life." He threatened. 

A mirror leaned in close with a deviant little smile on her face, “and how the fuck are you going to explain why you're wearing a chastity cage. Or you're just not going to have sex with her." 

His mind was turning, "I'll-”

“-you'll nothing. You will do absolutely nothing. You've lost. You just keep your dick in your pants. You might even hold on to her.”

"She'll believe me first. You'll see." He said with as much confidence as he could muster. 

"I'd like to see that… Adeline, why don't you come on out.”

The closet door opened and Adeline stepped out tears running down her cheeks. It was that point that Amira realized that she dragged it out too much. "I'm sorry hun, sometimes I forget that I'm a little hardened compared to other girls.” And gave her niece a hug. 

“Fucken asshole" That's all that really came out of her mouth while she glared at him. 

"Yeah…” Amira agreed.

Suddenly Donald's voice jumped across the room, “don't listen to her babe, she tricked me. I thought she was just having me over here to pick out a birthday present for you next month." 

Adeline looked at him with a disbelieving expression, “Dude, I was in the fucking closet… not down the street and I just happened to be walking in.”

Amira cut them off, "So let me go over the benefits of this chastity cage I put him in. So he's not getting hard anytime soon, if it starts getting hard it's going to get painful. Two-" She put the pendant around Adeline's neck, “- as long as you are wearing this, and he's wearing that, if he comes within eight feet of you he's going to get zapped." Then she pulled out a little black remote with a key ring, it kind of looked like a key fob to a car, "Three. As long as he's wearing that, you can zap him whenever you want by pressing this little button. So hypothetically speaking, you could tell him to go get you a water, and if he says no you zap him. And trust me after the first zap he will always agree." 

“I think I just want him to leave. Leave my apartment, get out of my life." 

Amira put her hand on her niece's shoulder, “and he'll do it. And if he doesn't you'll zap him." 

Adeline, laughed and sobbed at the same time as tears poured out of her eyes and down her cheeks again… Amira hugged her, “it's okay sweetie… you'll be heartbroken for the next couple days, but once you realize everything that he's done. You're going to get angry and you're going to get better." 

A couple hours later, Amira was by herself again. Adeline had left in an Uber just after he left. She was going to let him sleep on the couch that night, and he had to leave the next day. She slept with the pendant around her neck, so he couldn't even enter her bedroom without shocking himself 

She decided to reach out to Abby again. "Hey you.”

Abby's voice softened, “‘hey you’ back…”

“How was your day?" And then they went back and forth for a few minutes with small talk. 

Abby cut through that, "So what's going on? What made you call me at this hour?”

“Adeline is dumping Donald. He's being forced to move out tomorrow." It was a pause behind the words spoken. And then the conversation began as Amira told Abby everything that had happened that evening. 

“Thank you. Don't get me wrong, part of me is really messed up with the part where you decided to try and convince him to sleep with you in front of our daughter, but I guess if it worked…" 

“Your daughter. My niece… remember?”

“Sorry, sometimes I forget to censor what I'm saying. I shouldn't be putting that on you." Her voice sounded honestly regretful. 

"I understand.” Amira tried to be supportive, despite the annoyance in the back of her mind. And they talked a little bit more, and then Abby announced that it was late and she needed to start going to bed. They say they're good nights, and Amira hung up. 

She looked at the counter and picked up the flowers that Donald had brought. She rolled her eyes, if it wasn't for such an asshole giving a tour, it'll most be sweet to have around. She picked them up. Walked into the hotel bathroom. Saw the waist basket but held him in front of herself and she left in the mirror and took a deep whiff.

And she wasn't looking at herself. She was looking at Abby smelling the flowers. But Abby was younger, in her twenties. “They're beautiful! Reid, thank you." She watched as Abby walked over to the counter, and cut open the plastic bouquet, and then took a pair of scissors and snipped off about an inch of the stems and then put them in a vase of water. As she put them on the countertop, displayed quite beautifully, she saw a very pregnant Abby walk closer, and she saw her own masculine hands. Touch them gently as she pressed a kiss to her wife's tummy and then to her lips…

Amira threw the flowers into the trash. She shook her head a couple of times, that was an intense vision. "The fuck was that?" 

Suddenly there was a need. She needed to get out of here. Not just this hotel room, she didn't get out of the city… she needed to go home…

Chapter 5

How had those stupid flowers put her in such a terrible mood? She had done everything right by Adeline.  And yet the flowers sent her spiraling down a mental black hole and she couldn’t get out of it. She stepped out of the room with the trash in her hand, including the fucking flowers, and found a trash and dumped them in their right on the spot. She went back to where her mind was just moments ago.  She should leave.  Go home. Wasn’t that her plan when she first got off the boat? How did she find herself setting up her new life here? Oh, because of Abby, Brandon, and Adeline. She purchased a home, she was setting down roots, so much the opposite of what she had planned when she was on the ship for the past four years.  She was going to get into the city, start setting up some investments, some assets to make her some money, and hopefully see her friends and family, set up a home base and do some traveling…  And now she was falling for a woman that looked at her like she was a man who vanished years ago. Being an auntie to two grown kids. She had no idea what she was doing. Everything had gone completely sideways in the days since she left her life with her friends for the last four years. One might think life as an escort on an international cruise ship would be more complicated. She was feeling oddly angry and charged up, and she needed to cool off and think. And she did that in the most literal way, she took a swim in the hotel pool, and got out and was going to have a drink, but changed her mind.  It was time to leave and she didn’t want anything to change her mind.

Amira walked into her hotel room, possibly for the last time.  She sat down at the desk, pulled out a notebook and started writing.  She was leaving, not permanently. For better or worse, she was emotionally tied here now. She would have to come back. She had already bought a home, she hadn't even had a chance to move in so she certainly wasn't ready to leave forever, at least not any time soon.  

But she was going to disappear, and she knew that would distress the three people that have become close to her in the past week or two. She needed to let them know that she wasn't angry at them, but she needed to work some things out. 

And it was true that she needed to find her mother. Not that she was going to write that in anything. But her mother always had a way of calming things down, putting things in perspective for her. Her father was just the icing on the cake, no matterwhat she did, the trouble she caused, she was always her Daddy’s girl.

She started with a letter to Adeline.  She wrote some nice things, told her how wonderful she was, reinforcing how strong she was. Not to give that asshole Donald a chance to come back into her life. She was stronger than that and she would make some good decisions if she trusted her gut a little bit better. She looked forward to seeing her again. 

Then with a new sheet, she started writing a letter to Brandon, it was more bittersweet. He had his issues, that he was the normal teenager that had missed his father. She felt bad that she wasn't able to give him the same experiences that Reid was. But they found a way to have a deep and personal relationship in the couple of times they had come together. She needed to make sure that he understood that she was not abandoning him, and she'd be back soon enough. 

And then there was Abby. She had conflicted emotions about her, she was drawn to her and attracted to her, but she didn't know how Abby felt about her. She was not her husband, even if she might have been at one point, she had no memories or emotional context of that man. Her feelings were of a woman attracted to another woman, and was afraid that Abby's feelings were just transference of her feelings to a man that she certainly was not. Things were complicated between them, and after her trip, where hopefully she could sort things out in her head, she would really like to then try to sort things out with Abby…  At least she hoped the letter came off that way.

She had sealed each of the three envelopes and thought about putting postage on them, but decided she would handle each of them quietly… Hand deliver them and then maybe tape them to the door or something.

Then there were three hard knocks on her door. If it was the manager, he was going to learn that much to his satisfaction that she was going to be gone in just a couple of hours. She was sick of the way he looked at her whenever she walked through the lobby. She approached the door and forced a smile on her face before opening the door. 

There was an immediate smack across her face.  She stumbled back. She looked up and there was a bigger man who had a goatee and was balding a bit. “Who the fuck are you?”

He approached her very aggressively and went to smack her again, but this time she ducked and took a couple steps back, "I was going to ask a very same thing of you… who the fuck do you think you are?" 

‘Know your surroundings.’ Zoe drilled it into her, everyday. 

“I know who I am, and I know I'm right where I'm supposed to be, a room that I paid for. I don't know who the fuck you are." 

He paused for a moment, “I'm the guy who runs this hotel. Any girl turning tricks, I get a piece of that action. Fifty percent to be exact." 

“Seriously?” She asked with disbelief. "I'm not a whore. I don't turn tricks, and even if I did, I'm probably not cheap enough to be in the pocket of a lowlife like you." 

‘Know your surroundings.’ Zoe’s words echo dinner head again.. and she did. When she was on that ship, she knew everything in everyone's room. In her own place, she knew where every item that could be used against her or used to her advantage was. 

“Management told me that you've been arrested already. And you didn't ask if it was okay with me to start, and I certainly didn't get any of your money." The aggressive men stated… "So it's going to happen right now, You are going to fork up a thousand bucks so that I do not have to mess up that pretty little face of yours. And then you are going to turn tricks for me for the next week for 100% of your-” the pause seemed practiced, “-commissions… and for the immediate future you're going to suck my cock for trying to insult me like that.”

"First of all, I already said I don't turn tricks… not to say that I haven't in the past, but I already got off those charges, I proved myself innocent… Seriously the DA dropped all charges because of that asshole cop.  I've already had words with the hotel management for being presumptive and not protecting me from people who assumed that I was. Third, I'm not going to suck your cock. You don't have enough money to make me suck your cock… fourth. Leave now." It was a warning, but she didn’t want him to know she was confident to give a warning.

He smiled as if that was exactly what he wanted to hear.  She could see him winding up his fist, Really? A haymaker, nobody who actually knew how to fight would pull their fist back that far to throw a punch… The person who threw one, either did it for drama, or they didn't know how to fight.  But it gave her plenty of time to react, and by the time his fist hit where her face was, he ended up punching the back of a wine bottle which jammed into the wall which also jammed his fist… possibly popped in the knuckle given his reaction… then her high heel was dug right into his big toe.  And before he could figure out which one he wanted to baby, she had a plastic spork with a little bit of the leftover risotto on it, was in his eye. Didn't exactly cause any blood, but she snapped it off with a good chunk of it under his eyelid where he couldn't get a good grip on it. Thanks to his broken fucking finger… She gave him a good shove and as he tried to reach his finger to get the broken piece of spork out from between his eye and eyelid, he fell on his ass. 

Amira was not playing any games, in seconds. She had a nail file right to his throat ready to impale his jugular, “Listen closely. Bitch.” Intentionally emphasizing the B-word to emasculate him… “I'm going to make this really simple for you, you're going to repeat after me and then you're going to leave. And I won't cut your fucking throat." 

He froze, one of his hands still just an inch away from the piece of plastic under his Island, he had nowhere so. He just stared at her. 

"I am not a whore. Say it.”

“You're not a whore…” he replied. 

That wasn't enough for her, “look at me.” She didn't really need the eye contact, she wanted him to feel the pain of moving his eye with that piece of plastic pressing against it. “Say it again." 

"You're not a whore.” doing his best to hold eye contact.

“Very good. Now tell me, that you are not going to bother me again." 

He hesitated for a moment, but spoke, " I'm not going to bother you again." 

“Good girl." She said to him, “now…” Her pause was very much deliberate, “how much money do I owe you?" He started to look away, then almost immediately winced in pain, she had to snap her fingers to bring back his eye contact. " How much do I owe you?”

"Nothing.”

"Good, now why don't you apologize for making my night longer than it needed to be,” her voice was starting to soften as she spoke. 

“Sorry." He stammered.

She let out an annoyed sigh, "what are you sorry for?” as if she were talking to a child. 

“Sorry for making your night longer than it should have been,” well at least he wasn’t in shock yet.

She nodded her head, then tapped his eye lid with her finger, he silently screamed a pained scream where a person just can’t find their voice, then a couple of gasps.  Amira finally said, "you can leave now. Don't come back," but did not take the sharpened edge from his throat until he was at the door. 

It didn't take long for Amira to pack the rest of her clothes and other belongings. She had to catch a plane, but she had to make a few other stops first. Drop off a box to her new place, drop off some letters, and then make it to the airport with plenty of time to spare…

She brought the box down first, put it in the Uber's trunk, and went back for her luggage that was going to go into the backseat with her. But as she got to the front door and was exiting the building she heard, “Amira." 

She immediately knew who the voice belonged to. "Brandon? What are you doing here?" she asked as she clearly wasn’t ready for such a controntation.  That’s what she wrote the letter for.

Brandon looked hurt, “are you leaving us?" 

"For a little while. I'm struggling to be honest. And I need to sort out my thoughts. Don't worry, I'll be back soon enough. But since you're here, maybe you can help.”

His body posture got instantly defensive. He did not want her to leave, and he certainly wanted to be no part of helping her get away,  “help you? how?" 

She gestured to the Uber. "I was going to ask this gentleman to drop me off at my new home, so I can just drop this inside the front door.” She gestured to one of her bags, “and then I was going to make a stop at each of your places, and leave a note…” she opened the top of the box and revealed the three letters.  "I hope you could do a favor for your cool auntie, and deliver your letters for me? Maybe bring this box to my place, checking in every so often if I give you the key?" 

He seemed to be contemplating the question… “and you promise to come back?" almost like he would agree if she gave him a reason to trust her.

"That's the plan. And if for some reason I don't, apparently you got a place to go wild whenever you want.”

“I'd rather have you back." 

Amira smiled at him, "see you soon.” She hugged them and gave him a kiss on the cheek. And then remembered that she wanted to put one more thing in the box, she reached into her purse dropping a little something into her big box and that was that…

She was off to the airport.

On the drive she had to open up a brand new cell phone. She had bought a couple of the SIM card starter kits at her local store. She put them in her name and opened up the cell phone. Inserted it and started the process of setting up a new phone. She had to hurry, unfortunately she needed to use her phone for her ticket. It wasn't an issue. Of course she was sure that Brandon was going to get angry if he tried to call her and her box started ringing.

When she arrived at the airport she was able to get through TSA with no problems. Her ID checked out, and before she knew it she was waiting in front of her gate.  For the most part she was listening to a mix of podcasts, music, and an audiobook. She got up once to get some food at one of the kiosks, a small bag of peanuts that she intended to eat while waiting for the plane, as well as a couple of other things she was able to stuff into a purse.  She didn't think anyone would complain about her carrying a bottle of water in addition to her regular carry-on.

Luckily for her when they were boarding, it wasn't an issue.  

She was sitting in the plane for what seemed like a long time, it probably wasn't but she was not looking at her phone either. And soon enough the plane was taxiing out to the runway and then she loved that part when the jet engines kicked in and she sought herself molding to the back of her seat. She looked out the window as she saw everything just getting so much smaller…

There was atembling anxiety about her destination.  She thought about the people she needed to see… People she wanted to see… and of course the people she had a feeling she would run into.

Her parents were the first ones. She needed to feel her mother, she needed to feel her father. Needed to hold him, hug them and tell him everything that had happened. What she really needed to do was get some real perspective on everything that's been going on. The crazy accusations that have been made, the fact that she was actually starting to believe them for a while. And reassurance that her parents loved her.

If she could, she would finally get in touch with her high school best friend, Fiori. She changed herr number, hopefully her or at least her family still lived in the same old house. She wondered briefly who she should go see first, there was the woman that she could tell anything to, that never held anything against her… never judged her. A true best friend.

On the other side from her parents and her best friend there was the one person she was convinced she was probably going to stumble into at some point whether she wanted to or not; Xavier. Her ex, the guy who took her to prom night and had his way with her. The man who held her threw so many events, so many firsts. The man who she just walked out on, and felt no small amount of guilt about. What if he had found somebody else? What if he was married or had kids by now? How would she feel about that? 

There was a brief layover. It gave her a chance to spread her legs, and she went to the dining area and found a little bar that gave her the opportunity to have a quick drink at. She usually didn't like having things like alcohol to deal with stress and other negative emotions, but she decided to have a single drink. She nursed it for a little while.  

While she was sitting there, a man in a suit approached her. “I'd ask you if you came here often, but it is an airport." 

"Well you know, I come here every Friday night. Go through TSA, somehow without a ticket. Hey, maybe I just go and buy one, just so I can come in and have a drink here.” there was a playful sarcasm in her voice.

He laughed atit in appreciation, “so what are you traveling for? Business or pleasure?" 

She looked him up and down, contemplated her answer and gave him, "nostalgia.”

He smiled, “nostalgia… could be one of the worst or best thing to happen to a person.” He paused as if to think, " but since you just gave me an answer I haven't gotten before in an airport…" he opened up his briefcase, and he withdrew a little jewelry box. He opened it up and it was a little bracelet with a silly little bell on it. He took it and gently put it around her right wrist. “I hope you don't mind." 

She looked at him unconvinced, "if you're hoping I'm going to sleep with you, that's not going to happen.”

He had a playful smirk on his face, "even if I intended that, I sadly don't have enough time for that between now and my next flight." He picked up his drink and swallowed it down, waved goodbye and left.

She looked at the bracelet, it was cute, not usually her style, but she would keep it for now. She didn't really give it another thought as she continued her contemplation while she nursed her drink. A little while later she heard the announcement that her flight was going to start boarding shortly.  Much like the man before her, she down the rest of her drink and made her way back to the gate.

She had to wait for some of her luggage, she found it relatively quickly, then she was able to collect it and she went out and took a quick cab over to the bus station.  From there she took a bus for about an hour and she was back in her hometown.  She was actually happy about how quickly she made it there. 

Across from the bus stop was a little hotel. They had a vacancy and she took it. On one hand she knew her parents would let her stay there, but she hated the idea of showing up unexpectedly.  It was rude. Once she settled in, she was able to get rid of her luggage pretty quickly. She flung her purse over her shoulder. She made sure she had some nice sneakers and walked over to a little diner.  It was a sign that said had been there since 1978, it looked familiar but she didn't think she'd ever been inside it before. She wasn't sure why. 

“What can I get you today?" The friendly server asked. 

“Not super hungry right now, think I can get a blueberry muffin and a cup of tea to go?"  Then quickly corrected herself, “that is the tea to go. I'll eat the muffin here." 

"Sure, no problem,” she was sweet and polite as she wrote it down on her little notepad before walking away. 

The woman looked to be about her age, when she returned she asked a server, she asked the server “ how long have you lived around here?" 

“Pretty much my whole life." 

Although she didn't recognize her, maybe she would recognize her friend, “ I've been trying to get a hold of an old friend that lives around here, Fiori Capriccio.”

She thought for a second and then shrugged her shoulders, "I never heard of her.”

"No big deal. I was hoping if I could get in touch with her that I wouldn't have to walk to her place. But it's not far from here. Only about a mile and a half or so.” 

“Oh, well. Good luck!" the waitress seemed freintfly enough.

When she was done with her muffin she paid her bill and started walking east towards Fiori’s family home. She walked for about 20 minutes. She remembered when they were teenagers they would walk up and down this street every afternoon to go into the little convenience store and get a slush puppy. Her mother always told her that it would make her fat, but she always stopped eating them as soon as she got brain-freeze. Which always happened too soon.  She smiled at that memory. 

Time passed and a thought occurred to her, she should have been here already. She pulled out her cell phone and typed in the address into GPS.  She passed it.  She turned around and walked back a little bit looking for the familiar house, and as she was walking in front of some old school. Her phone buzzed.  She pulled it out.  The phone said she was here.  She looked in front of her. It was just some old school that had been there for over 100 years. According to the plaque in front of it. That couldn't be right. 

Had she forgotten her best friend's address? 

She walked the twenty minutes back to town. There was a coffee shop on a corner, and when she was younger, that had been a bookstore.  She turned and started walking up the hill. It was another 20 minutes before she got to the top of the hill, and there was nothing.  Well it was some sort of factory that had been shut down and there were boards in the windows, the bricks were old. But her parents' house wasn't there.

Why were things different? It was so confusing to her in that anxiety-inducing moment. She needed to see her mom and her dad… she had to talk to Fiora.

Tears started welling up in her eyes at the frustration and she sat on the curb like she would have if she was still ten.  Much as she was afraid to see Xavier, she wanted to reach out to him just to see that he was still real. If he was, at least he could tell her where the others were…

But then something caught her eye, she looked across the street and there was this little monument. It was a black bell.  Clearly one of the town's sacred landmarks.

She wasn't sure what exactly had possessed her at that moment, but she stood up. And she started walking across the street towards it.

It had a wooden frame around it and everything inside the wooden frame was well taken care of, like someone had come out at least once a week to sweep it out and dust it off. But the grass around it was yellow and overgrown.

It didn't look familiar to her at all. But, there was something about it that drew her to it. It looked like it had been painted over several times, probably different colors over the years, but they had finally settled on black. There was a chip on it that showed a layer of red and a layer of yellow at some point.  And there was a big dent on the side of it that was most distracting. 

That dent was what had her focus. Not the Bell itself, nor its surroundings, the words on the plaque near it meant nothing to her. That dent however, that was pulling her focus in like a magnet. She found her finger as well manicured as it was reaching out to touch it. She expected cold metal for some reason, but it was hot because of the Sun. Then the bell of her bracelet hanging off her out-stretched hand as well as the bell in front of her seem to cause a resonance in her mind.  Nothing was there, everything was there… she closed her eyes for just a second.

The woman opened the car door. And she found herself stepping out, it was an old broken down factory on one side of the road and a strange little bell on the other side. 

She wasn't in control of her own voice, but she spoke anyway, “I don't understand, what is this place supposed to be?" 

"A trigger.” The woman in the business suit said to Amira, "come closer." 

And Amira did step in closer, “what am I supposed to be seeing?" She asked with an oddly masculine voice.

"This bell here.”

Amira stepped closer to it, "what about it? what do you mean by this is a ‘trigger?’”

"When the circumstances are right for you, you'll be drawn to this place. And when you see this Bell you will be drawn to it in a way that you will not understand.. You may or may not have flashes up until this moment, but the moment you touch that Bell you will remember this moment today, or at least these moments surrounding the bell.”

Amira threw up her shoulders in frustration or annoyance, "and?”

"I don't appreciate you being defensive around me. Don't forget Reid, you came to us, we did not go to you.”

“But this all seems so convoluted.”

"There are prices to pay for our dreams. You wanted to make sure your family is taken care of while you're away. You are the one who wants to be a woman. We are arranging it so that you will pay us back while making yourself a decent amount of money while you're away. We've made sure that there are plans in place to make sure that you are found. You will be reunited with your family. You will never have to explain to them that you wanted to be the way you are. You'll never have to explain to them that you would go on these business trips just to dress up like a woman in your hotel room. You will never have to tell them about your guilt or that you purged your female clothes and all your makeup. You will just look like a victim, your wife is bisexual, she will welcome you back, her profile study showed as much.”

Amira put both of her hands up, with her psalm open defensively, “okay, I'm listening." 

"So this Bell will be the first clue. When you make the journey to find your home, someone will approach you and give you a bell to wear around your wrist.  When you see the bell on your wrist and the bell itself in front of you at the same time… You will get the opportunity to reclaim your memories. But understand when we are done. When you are done. You are neither going to be the Reid that you used to be, nor will you be the woman that you have become at that moment." It's like she was spelling out everything she already knew. But having it verbalized made the decision to leave Abby easier.

“What about my family?" 

"We have people in important places. It won't be long until they get an insurance payout that will keep them well off for a while. At the very least until you return.”

"And how will I be paying you?”

"We have connections with a number of business opportunities overseas. Many of them are illegal here, but you can get away with them outside the US, in Open Waters or in the countries you'll be near. You will be happy to have sex with many different people. You will be fully embraced in your feminine identity. You will have no idea about who you used to be. At least not until you find this Bell. That will be the moment that you will know without any question that you are in fact, Reid McGuire even if this is the only true memory you have of being him.” She paused to look him in the eye and held out a hand to Amira, “Do you still want to do this? Do you still want to do this, Reid?" 

I've never wanted anything more in my life." She felt an odd sense of guilt and hope mixed as she took the woman’s hand.

Amira was standing in the rain by herself, when had it even started raining?  Suddenly everything was making sense in a way that she really did not want it to. 

Her parents… Fiori… probably Xavier too. They didn't move away, they didn't forget her, they weren't lost… they never existed. They were just figments of her imagination, or somebody's. There was no person to miss.  No bodies to mourn.  They weren’t even gone. They never were.  She started crying tears of grief for people and a life that never was.

She sat there, she didn't know what to do. She was Amira, and yet somehow the one truth she had been avoiding for the past couple of weeks was also true. She was Reid.

End of Arc 1.

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