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Just My Luck Part Three By Virginia Kane Standard caveat applies. Please do not post onto any other website without express written permission of the authoress. If reading explicit adult fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are not yet eighteen years of age, read no further and go do something innocent and constructive. 1. P.O.V. Mel. I woke up feeling very woozy. "What happened? Where - where am I?" Other voice, "You're okay, now. You're at a safe house. You were about to be captured again by sex traffickers, but I intervened in the nick of time." "Who --- who are you?" "I'm an old friend of your recent new friend: Don Parks." "You don't look very old. Come to think of it, neither does Don." "We met in the army during desert storm. We two served in the same unit together. He was a medic, and I was --- well, I was an --- an infantryman. "We met by Don saving my life, and then, later on, I saved his. If he hadn't saved my life the first time, I wouldn't have been around to save his. Medics aren't supposed to be fired at, but Don was in the wrong place at the time, and had a building wall collapse over him from a heavy mortar barrage. "He's lucky to be have survived, because I was the only one to see it happen. My job was to cover the outer periphery of our objective, so I wasn't posted with the main body of our unit. From my peripheral vantage point, I alone saw Don getting clobbered by the falling debris." "What did you do?" "First, I took out the enemy mortar squad one man at a time. Then, once the area was secure, I called in engineers to rescue Don. I was able to pinpoint his location where the building collapsed, otherwise the crew wouldn't have gotten to him in time or know how to extricate him without further injury. He was smothering under that pile of rubble for quite a spell, and I couldn't abandon my post to come to his aid, personally, so I did what I could." "But you really did come to his aid, in a way. I suppose that's why you're here, now. You're doing it again for him, eh?" "You're right, and like the last time, when I saved Don's neck, he doesn't know I'm here, because I had to extricate you from four thugs in a bit of a hurry, and I didn't get a chance to notify him of my intentions." "Why don't I recall ever seeing you at Don's place?" "I hadn't seen Don in quite a while. He recently asked me to do some work for him, but I was previously engaged, so I had to decline. Rescuing you from those thugs at Don's apartment wasn't in my plans, but I was nearby when you were being abducted, so I intervened. You weren't awake when I rescued you from your abductors out in the alley behind Don's apartment building. They must have slipped you a mickey. I'd received word from one of my sources that they tracked you down to Don's place from his making so many inquiries around town. I had already got him to stop nosing around, interfering with my progress on a case I'm working on for someone else. He stopped a little too late, but it's a good thing he stopped, or he might have interfered when I observed what was going down over at his place today. "Once they pinpointed Don's digs, they knew where they could locate you. They were waiting for an opportunity when Don was away, to insure an easy extrication. They didn't expect me to be around to mess up their plans. I was unobserved, when they were whisked you away, unconscious. They weren't expecting me, so taking them out was a piece of cake. I hope the vice squad detail I called to clean up the scene and retrieve the four mugs I left behind cuffed together out in the alley behind Don's building can get enough info out of them to round up their entire gang." "I hope I didn't interfere with the case you are working on too much. Can you get a hold of Don for me now? I'd like him to confirm who you are." "Right now, those goons think that Don is responsible for your rescue. Clues I left for them to find make it look like Don snatched you away. They aren't looking for you with me. They may take Don for a ride if they can get a hold of him, which I doubt. He's too slick to let that happen. They may ask a lot of questions, but Don can take care of himself, so I'm not worried about him as much as I am about you." "Oh? Why are you, a perfect stranger, so worried about my welfare?" "Eyes and ears have it that you're still vulnerable from a different direction. If I leave you to your own devices, you may be duped again by a couple of very vengeful people. They're the ones who were responsible for your sorry ass being sold to the gang of sex slavers I'm after. You cost them plenty of money in a court battle over an assault and battery charge. Your family should have let things be, not seek vengeance, even if it was justifiable." "You say 'they'. Who are 'they'? I only know of one girl's father who has it in for me, and that was back in my home town, well over two years ago." "That man has a wife, the daughter he caught you with, of course, and two adult sons, you may recall. He wasn't too pleased with your destroying his ability to provide college education funds for all three of his children. The bad publicity over what he'd done to you had cost the father his reputation, his high paying job and his ability to secure another good job for years to come. Not only that, but the long, dragged-out court battle depleted all his life's savings. So, the man's entire family still has it in for you." "I don't doubt that! That's the reason I decided to leave Indiana. My family suffered enough financially from taking the man to court, and my folks still hold it against me for instigating the problem in the first place. I wish that none of it had ever happened." "But, it all did happen and you're still at risk of reaping their vengeance." "I wish I could vanish into thin air and not be a burden to anyone anymore." "That's a lot easier said than done. Don tried, if you recall, with the ruse of a one-way train trip out to the west coast, and it worked, after a fashion, until he started to nose around, trying to dig up information on a gang of slavers I'm after who are operating in the Chicago area. "Amateur surveillance isn't something that's likely to go unnoticed by the wrong people. I did get him to stop nosing around, but it was a bit late to prevent another attempt to Shanghai you." "You just said that you've talked to Don, to have him stop nosing around, and you rescued me for him, so you are working for him." "I've talked to Don to stop him from meddling in the case; and no, I'm not working for our mutual friend: Don; leastwise, not directly. Your rescue just happened to coincide with my efforts on behalf of my paying client. I'm obliged to honor my commitment to my paying clients, first and foremost." "Will you please stop beating around the bush? How does your rescuing me from those four villains today coincide with the obligation you have to your paying client? I still have to believe that you must have rescued me because of your long-standing friendship with my Don, who's become like a second father to me. How can I think otherwise?" "Because of your novel decorations, you're become a popular person. More people than you realize are interested in your welfare; my client happens to be one of them, for example." "Oh, can I meet this client of yours, so I can thank him personally?" "I've already advised my client that I've found you, rescued you, and I'm presently holding you in safe custody, comfortably. I'll be able to tell you more about who my client is once I receive confirmation regarding what I've suggested we do next." "You're not going to tell me what that is. Are you?" "No, you're not paying the bills! I'll let my client decide what to do next." "Since you won't disclose who this mysterious client is to me, why not get a hold of Don for his input on what you should do? Let Don become a part of the decision making. After all, he's your friend too, so he deserves that much from you. Doesn't he? Your client can then approach Don if he's interested in meeting me, so I can thank him." "My client might not like that! Why don't you sit back and relax for a while. Trust me. I'm sure my client is only interested in your welfare." "You seem sure about that, but I'm not. How can I feel so sure, without even knowing who your client is?" "That's one issue that'll be resolved as soon as I hear back from my client." 2. Don Parks' P.O.V Meanwhile, I had been frantically trying to learn what had happened during my brief absence from my watchful guard over Mel. My first phone call was to Dr. Steven Fine, who was no help at all. Next, I attempted to reach out to some of my local contacts when I heard police cars' sirens getting louder, until they stopped right outside in the alley behind my apartment building. Like my inquisitive neighbors, I went out to the street to see what the clamor was all about. All I learned was that the police had apprehended four suspected gang members and were taking them in for questioning. My better judgement told me it wasn't the right time to get involved in an ongoing police investigation that might have nothing to do with Mel's disappearance. As I was walking away with the rest of the bystanders, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around defensively to face a very good- looking, well-dressed, mature woman. "Donald Parks?" she asked. "Yes, I'm Don Parks. How can I help you ma'am?" "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Margaret Adams, but I'm sure you don't know me. I'd like to speak with you a few moments, if I may." "Why might that be, ma'am?" I asked politely. "It's about Melvin Evans. Don't be alarmed! Mel is presently quite safe with a private investigator I've hired for a problem I have. I can take you to Mel, if you'd like, but I wanted to speak to you, first." "Oh? Incidentally, how do you know of me, may I ask?" "I understand you're the individual who first came to Mel's assistance when he was a pedestrian, and was struck by some errant metal coming off of a car involved in an automobile accident. Is that true?" "Yes, but the paramedics were responsible for taking him to a hospital where people in the E.R. were best equipped to arrest his heavy blood loss. My part was just to diminish the blood loss until they arrived on the scene." "So, he might have died without your intervention. Could we go somewhere and discuss this, other than out here in this busy street?" "I have a car. You could advise me of Mel's present whereabouts, and I can drive us there right now to retrieve him, if you'd like." "I have a car and a driver. We could discuss Mel's ---- situation much more amicably inside of my limo, if you don't mind. That way, we'll have plenty of room to return you, with Mel and my hired private investigator: Mr. Carr back to your apartment, if that is what you'd like." "Phil? Before I agree to going anywhere with you, ma'am, would you mind telling me why you hired Mr. Carr? What is your connection to Mel Evans?" "My son was Mel's employer immediately before he suddenly disappeared. It became obvious that my son became very stressed out by Mel's sudden disappearance. As a result, I felt it prudent to determine exactly why Mel left our employ without providing proper notice. At the time, my son had been secretive about his concern, but as time went on, he became more upset, and his performance at work is suffering considerably, so I felt I must intervene. "Initially, I checked with all the local hospitals for their recent admissions, and discovered the unusual condition Mel was in when he first arrived at the hospital. Of course, as his principle employer, the hospital provided me with information pertinent to the collection of their unpaid bills from our health insurance carrier. Influence and courtesy afforded me desired information regarding your involvement in his welfare after he was released from the hospital. You are well- regarded in the community Mr. Parks, but by sending me off on a merry goose chase involving a faked trip to the west coast only prompted me to engage a professional private investigator: Mr. Carr." Her answer was direct and sounded truthful, so I agreed to go with her in her limo. She promptly turned and waved, and her limo pulled up. As we got into it, I asked her, "Why are you so interested in Mel Evans, Mrs. Adams?" "Believe me, I'm not the least bit interested in Mr. Evans but, unfortunately my son is. Personally, I don't ascribe to two men having a relationship of a personal nature. It isn't natural. I was hoping my son would settle down with a nice young lady someday to start a family. However, my son Davey isn't very interested in young ladies, I'm afraid." "Are you suggesting he and Mel Evans were having a --- relationship?" "It's hard for me to say. I know Davey wanted to approach Mel, but he's a timid soul, so I don't think he ever built up the nerve to take the first step" "What is it you expect of me? I'm no matchmaker! I haven't had much luck so far with my own love life, let alone someone else's! Have you seen Mel Evans lately? If you have, then you know he probably won't appeal to your son any longer. Melvin currently resembles someone called Melissa." "I have yet to see Mel recently, but I've become aware of the changes in his outward appearance. Unless it involves more than these superficial changes, I doubt if my David would object much. Of course, from my perspective, the physical changes in Mel Evans's appearance would make Mel's having a personal relationship with my son somewhat less objectionable to me. "Oh! What the hell! Mr. Parks, I love my son dearly, so I've come to accept his homosexuality. If possible, I'd rather my son didn't wear it like a badge of honor, leastwise, not in my presence! If Mr. Evans now looks like a Miss Evans, perhaps he/she would be more acceptable to me as a companion for my son. Leastwise he/she would less of an embarrassment, publicly." "Oh, come on! Is that all that worries you? I'm sure you don't mean to say you're worried about appearances in this day and age! It seems to me your son's personal happiness would be foremost in your mind. Needless to say, what you're suggesting here is immaterial if the two of them don't hit it off." "Yes, you're right: my son's happiness is my primary concern. That's why I'd like to have Mel Evans return to work as soon as possible, as if the west coast trip was merely due to his/her recent change in outward appearance." "How does Mel Evan's return to work have anything to do with encouraging a personal relationship between Mel and your son?" "It would provide a valid premise for the two of them to be reintroduced in a casual manner, as cordial co-workers, so my son can have ample opportunity to express his interests and gradually introduce his personal intentions. My son isn't a very aggressive man, Mr. Parks. He'll need ample opportunities, toward which, Mel's return to work will easily provide. Your alerting Mel of my son's personal interest in him/her could help matters along immensely." "So, you want to play the matchmaker and advise Mel of your son's interest! How can I vouch for your son to Mel? I don't even know who your son is!" "You don't know my son, but Mel does. Call your role whatever you like, Mr. Parks. I believe we are approaching the location of your friend's safe harbor. Once there, you can find out if Mel is amenable to my suggestion to return to work. If you prefer, I'll wait out here in the limo for your telephone call to advise me of the outcome of your inquiry." "Oh no, sweetheart, you're coming in with me. I'll reintroduce you to Miss Evans, and then you can ask her if she's interested in returning to work as a woman yourself. I'll only need a minute alone with Mel, first. You need not be privy to how I'll present a potential personal relationship with your son to Mel. I prefer to handle that on my own. If Mel isn't interested in returning to work to foster a relationship, there's no need to involve you any further. "Of course, if Mel expresses a desire to communicate with your son outside of work, she can do so without any help from me. Like I mentioned earlier, I have enough trouble resolving my own lack of personal relationships." "Really now, why, is it I detect a chink in that otherwise impregnable armor of yours, Mr. Parks? You seem to be so self-confident, otherwise." "Mrs. Adams, women I find attractive regard me as a very desirable catch; someone they'd want to control; wrap around their devious little fingers so they can become dominant and make an obedient husband of me. I find that kind of devoted relationship a bit too --- condescending for me." "That's likely because the kind of women you have pursued in the past don't have sufficient outside interests to occupy their time adequately." "I have yet to meet a single woman I feel is attractive enough to warrant my interest in her, yet is willing to grant me the degree of freedom I feel I need. It may sound selfish of me, but she must have eyes only for me, and .she'll need no outside interests to occupy the rest of her time. All the men I know have very devoted wives for the first year or two of their marriage. Then, as soon as the first child comes along, the women divert their attention to their offspring and totally neglect their loving husbands." "You're describing natural, traditional maternal instincts, Mr. Parks. There is nothing wrong with a woman neglecting her spouse to devote her attention to her own children. Parenthood is a responsibility not to be taken lightly. If the child is neglected to attend to the needs of the spouse, both parents suffer in the long run. Eventually, the child matures and no longer needs motherly devotion. Then, at that time, a woman can devote all of her attention to her man again, as she should, unless he has strayed. Once a man choses to stray from fidelity to his spouse, he doesn't deserve his wife's resumed devotion." "That sounds too one-sided. I guess I'm too self-centered. It's too late in life for me to consider fathering a family. That train left the station years ago." "I'd like to hear more about your views of ideal companionships, but we've arrived, Mr. Parks, and we have another issue to address at the moment." I looked out the tinted windshield of the limo and saw that the garage door of a sprawling ranch house in the suburbs was opening to allow us entry. "This car is easy to spot. It would be hard to lose a tail if we were followed." "This is a rental limo. They're a dime a dozen at O'Hare Airport. I didn't fall off of a tree, Mr. Parks. There is no direct connection between this vehicle's ownership and me. I don't warrant a limo of my own for my infrequent use. My son can drive me most anywhere I wish to go, and I do possess a valid driver's license of my own. I much prefer my Porsche, but find the rear seat of a limo a much more suitable environment to hold a serious conversation." "I guess I've been told. Allow me to get the door for you, Mrs. Adams." "No need. The chauffer can manage it." As we exited the limo, the garage door behind the car signaled the privacy of the garage. It occurred to me, I could have been set up for a fall. Instead Phil Carr opened the entry door leading into the side of the house proper and invited us to join him in the den. "We've been expecting you --- Mrs. Adams. Don, allow me to introduce you to my client: Mrs. Adams. Mrs. Adams, I see that you two have already made your own introductions. Phil added, "That leaves only one more introduction, -- that is, as soon as Mel Evans is through checking her makeup. Even a recent trans-woman has an inherent need to feel she looks her best for introductions." I replied, "Her face and figure doesn't need fixing, Phil. Dr. Seven Fine did a marvelous job on her. If I was twenty years younger, I wouldn't let Mel get out of my eyesight for a minute. Mrs. Adams, you'll soon learn why you'll want your son to develop a personal relationship with Mel. " Phil Carr said, "The way Mel rants and raves about you Don, I wouldn't let the twenty years difference in your ages get in my way. She's enamored with you, Don! Why don't you admit it?" "Nix it, pal. Your client has different plans for our lovely young miss." "Yes, as she has mentioned," he whispered to me, "with her too shy son. If her son had any gumption, he should have been there to rescue her from being abducted, and not have his mother hire me to rescue Mel for him." "That mob would have made mincemeat out of him, and you know it." "True enough Phil, but why isn't he here now that's she's safe and sound? Is he that much of a momma's boy?" Phil said, "Caution: Mel's not out of the woods yet, Don. That's why!" "Are you referring to the irate family back in Indiana?" "Yes. They're bound and determined to give Mel as much grief as they can." "What do you propose we do about it?' "What we? Hey, my assignment is almost done. I'm delivering Mel safely to my client: Mrs. Adams, as I had agreed to do. Whatever you intend to do in regard to those irate people over in Indiana, is your problem, pal, not mine!" 3. Don Parks' P.O.V. continues. I didn't respond directly to Phil's denial of further involvement, I looked at Mel to see how she was reacting to what he had just said. She looked a bit surprised. I couldn't blame her. Phil was saying he only rescued her at the direction of Mrs. Adams. So I asked her, "What do you think, Mel? Do you know who Mrs. Adams is? My place may not be a very safe place for you now, if the gang of sex traffickers continues to pursue you. They expect you to be living there with me. Of course, we could move away. I wish I could be of more help to you, but if you want to continue to stay with me, we'd have to relocate. " Mel didn't answer me right away. I could see that she was considering her options. When she did answer, she said she knew Mrs. Adams. "I've worked for a David Adams at my last job Don, the job that I had immediately before I met you. David runs the company for the most part, but I believe his mom: Mrs. Adams here owns it. Isn't that right, Mrs. Adams?" "Yes, I do own the company where you were working until you disappeared so mysteriously, and my son: David is in charge of operating it for me. The reason I hired Mr. Carr to find you is that my son has been very down in the dumps ever since you suddenly left without giving any notice whatsoever. Now, I would sincerely appreciate it if could return to working for my son David, again, perhaps as Melissa, if you'd like. I might add that my son has been very distraught over your disappearance." Mel Evens' P.O.V. takes over from Don's. "Why is David distraught? I was just an ad analyst, and not a very important cog in the business operations. I'm sure he's replaced me by now." "Oh, the employment position you held in the firm is immaterial. My son's interest in you is more personal, ah, very personal may I say? It seems that David was very impressed by you. By the way, your appearance seems to have flourished considerably of late, which endears you to me considerably, my dear. You presently appear to be an ideal companion for my darling son, in my opinion, as you two together wouldn't pose any social controversy." "Why would David be impressed with my --- Oh, is David maybe --- gay?" "Goodness, I thought you could see through David's feeble macho bravado. Everyone else at work knows that he is gay and had feelings for you. Why, I've known of his inordinate sexual preference since he was a budding teen." I thought about him. He was tall, good looking, and had a marvelous smile. If I was to enter into a monogamous relationship with another man, he was the kind of man I'd have chosen: a gorgeous looking hunk! "Maybe I was ignoring him, trying to hide from my own weaknesses. I've often wondered why David would follow me around with his eyes. I suppose he may have admired my quiet disposition, at that, but I felt that it was only from a respectful distance. He never gave me a single clue regarding how he felt. Maybe David won't like me much now, once he sees me how much I've changed, Mrs. Adams, not if he's gay. You must admit, that I don't look like a man much anymore. Do I?" "I wouldn't worry your pretty little head over how my son will respond to your present appearance. David is very timid. He doesn't openly convey his emotions very well. I'm not a bit surprised that he hasn't approached you directly when you were working with him, to inform you of his feelings for you. However, if you'll allow me, I can act as intermediary, to inform him of your kindred interest in him. I'm his mother, after all, so I know how to deal with my son's lack of boldness. Leave it to me! I'll see to it that David will be eager to approach you in a diplomatic way to tell you exactly how he feels about you and how you've improved your appearance recently." "Don't be so sure. Once he sees me again, will he think what I've had done is an improvement? If he's really gay, as you've suggested, I can't imagine him liking the way I look now: that is: more like a woman than a man." "According to the hospital records that I've recently had the opportunity to review, you haven't had major genital surgery to alter your gender. What has transpired thus far has been purely cosmetic in nature and you are absolutely lovely to look at. Your surgeon is to be applauded for his apparent skill." "I really don't want to become a woman. Dr. Fine only wanted me to have an effective disguise to throw the sex traffickers after me off of my trail." "I must say, his efforts were effective. You have become as pretty looking a woman as you can be, my dear. You must have an inherent nature to adapt so admirably to conveying femininity. I understand that some gay men may be prone to be more effeminate in their expression than the average male is, but in your case it appears --- so ---natural." "Well, thank you for the compliment, but I must tell you that I'm not really gay, that is, I wasn't, not until I was caught while wanting my high-school girlfriend to have some sexual contact with me one evening. We were caught in a compromising position by her father, who became insanely irate. He had beaten me mercilessly, crushed my testicles, and then insisted I be physically neutered when the doctors were treating me at the local clinic afterwards." "Then, you are aware that the man who beat you, who you took to court and won an assault and battery charge against him, was the one who tracked you down to our fair city and sold your sorry butt into sexual slavery to a ruthless gang of sex traffickers. He assured them that you'd be an easy prey because you were already neutered, and thus you wouldn't likely put up very much resistance to being psychologically reprogrammed to serve others as a male sex slave. I must say, you sure fooled them in that regard, by your being able to escape from their clutches completely on your own, even before you met your present guardian and protector." "Mrs. Adams, why does your son still have any interest in me, if he's aware that I'm being sought by a gang of dealers in human chattel? They've made my adult life a living hell, and I don't think they'll stop pursuing me, in spite of what Don Parks and Phil Carr have done to deter them." Phil Carr spoke up. "I have good reason to believe you won't have to worry much about that gang, Mel. I left four of them for the organized crime unit to find out in the alley behind Don's apartment building. Most likely they're chirping like songbirds to save their own skins about now. With any luck, a news story should break about the impending apprehension or dispersal of the entire organization. I provided enough data about their seedy network to keep the police busy for a while, without exposing any revealing information about your identity to the authorities. If I had felt it necessary, I would have, to provide you with an additional layer of protection from official channels. "Now, it's up to Don and you to insulate you from further difficulties from the family in Indiana who may still be harboring ill feelings towards you." Don spoke up. "Most likely, they have good reason to fear being connected to the sex traffickers, so they'll probably lay low for quite a while, possibly for good. In the meantime, Mel can evaluate what she wants to do." I replied that I'd like to get away for a while, maybe go to the Gulf Coast to soak up some sun, and consider my options. "I've had enough excitement to last me a lifetime! Mrs. Adams, would you be willing to give me a month or so to consider if I really want to return to work for your company or not? In the meantime, you can tell your son I'd like to see him again." She said, "I can do better than that, Melissa. While you're visiting Florida, you can reside in our guarded high-rise winter residence. It possesses all the nicest amenities, including a luxury swimming pool and health spa, and it's surrounded by fabulous restaurants featuring ---" "I suppose your son: Davey will be there to show me around, as well?" "He can, if you'd like him to be. I can let him know that I've invited you to use the place for a while. I'm sure he'd only be to glad to show you around the town and treat you to all of the the big tourist attractions. Voices slowly fading out: Mrs. Adams. "Have you ever been down to Florida, my dear? Trust me: there are literally tons of activities to keep you amused for weeks on end." "It's always been way high up on my wish list, and my parents often said they wanted to take us when we were growing up, but we never seemed to be able to get away for a dream vacation down there. I'd love to------ Fin.