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THE PERSIAN CONNECTION There was a beautiful but poor Persian girl that was a sister to a "wife" of a classmate. He was moving and I owned a pickup. He sidled up to me trying to work the angles to get what he wanted, I didn't see the need for all of this attempted manipulation. I was glad to help. Having come from a two- year collage with a quarter system, ASU was a slow drawn out process. Nine weeks to cover a subject, verses what seemed to be unlimited time and a cost that was exponential was a major adjustment. I was only too glad to help a classmate move his crap into his wife's, for a green card, apartment. Obviously, he traded his scruples for a good-looking Fuck whenever he felt the need. His main squeeze was an abominable pain in the ASS. A spoiled attention getting, albeit very good looking, rotten excuse for a human being. Her sister however was the exact opposite. She was taller, blond and had a moral set that was completely missing in her sister. This beautiful creature exuded sexiness. She had a shy nature and a happiness that was inexplicable due to her circumstances. The attraction was immediate. At least on my part. I did not want to be bogged down at this point in my life. I had just escaped across the country from my own mired existence. I had agreed to drop out of high school and go to work with my father. My mother was convinced that he was screwing around on her. I would take my GED when the time allowed as I would not be able to graduate due to a semester of unpaid tuition at a private school my parents forced me to attend. It was very unlikely that my out of shape father with rotten teeth was actually committing any egregious acts even if he was inclined too. Several years earlier my mother had made him go to a psychologist. She wanted to root out what-ever it was that was bothering her (it should have been whatever was bothering him, but that is not how it worked in her household). This psychologist never did get paid. After badgering her husband as to the professional's solution, she did not like the answer. My father informed her that the Dr. concluded he had a hang up and should conduct extramarital affairs to get over them. He never did go back to counseling. I ended up enrolling at a two-year community college, in the time while I waited for my class to graduate. I don't know how it works today but back then you couldn't take the GED until after you would have graduated. I worked with my father during the day and attended night school. This was very inexpensive and I learned a lot. I ended up with an AA with honors. The last quarter, I had difficult classes but by then learned which teachers were not only qualified but good at their craft. This was beneficial especially since I had taken on a little north of 30 credit hours. I started to understand that school was also learning how to deal with people and authority figures. It was typical, but disheartening all the same, when upon learning of my 3.89 GPA my mother commented that "It is no wonder that you haven't done a fucking thing around the house to help all quarter." Thanks mom was my internal reaction, it was not worth taking the bait. I've got an Aunt that looks after our Grandmother that is a sober alcoholic and a raging diabetic. Aunty joined a group for support for living with an alcoholic, diabetics that don't take care of themselves have many of the same attributes. Not only does this group welcome and support her they believe, as science demonstrates, that there is not much difference in the abuse that gets heaped on close family members and "friends." I believe she is on to something. Now that I have a two-year degree, my prison sentence is over. ASU is simply the cheapest out of state college there is. Another benefit is that it is over twenty-six hundred miles away from home. No one from my household will be dropping by, I'm free. My life can actually begin now. Signing up for classes is a good start. Upon starting classes I met James. He was a little more mature than most of the other students as he was utilizing his GI bill. Business major with the eye on taking over the world having techies working for him in the future. Maybe, maybe not, I'm not sure that things are so cut and dry. He is a likeable enough guy and his conversations don't send me into a stupor of boredom. James is a realist and seems intent upon enjoying himself. To that end he is moving in with his wife, that later I will understand is a marriage of convenience. She will get a green card and he will get laid upon command. I helped and took my exit as what I deemed appropriate. This was not to be as "my newly acquired friend" was prompted by his "wife" to attain my presence for her sister. This was rebuffed by myself on many levels. Where they wanted me to come for dinner, I understood that their financial situation was not one that could entertain a hungry young American. Also, I just basically escaped my family and didn't want further complications. She however was a very sexy young woman. The dinner was turkey legs on lima bean rice with dill. A delicious confection on a budget that would not seem possible. The mere trifling of $3.56 produced a feast that didn't seem doable. Not only was this woman sexy she was frugal to the level of genius. Her sister seemed to be a drag on her situation but the positivity she exuded was a hard draw to her aura. I truly was smitten. We started dating. She was right up my alley. With things going so far south, she was still very happy. This was a woman I could get behind. In my extremely large class in an auditorium a fellow classmate had designs on my personage. She was part of the gymnastics program and her scholarship was evident in her sales pitch. I however was extremely thick and did not pick up what she was laying down. We played frisbee in an abandoned hallway, until the wee hours of the night. There was no chemistry. She was a bright and flexible female willing to entertain my male obsessions, I just didn't understand what those obsessions were. My Persian Goddess was where I would end up. A sexy Persian woman that squashed male heads at the poolside of her apartment building. She entered and put any attempt at her parsonage to rest as she strutted her beautiful body past all of these would be suiters. She knew how she affected the rabble. She was misguided in that she perceived attention given as unwanted bothersome peasants as they tried their whiles on her. This just brought an indignity too her beautiful face. She was not interested in any of these boys. She literally would let them eat their hearts out. They basically needed to sit still while their chubs subsided. With her choice of bathing suits this would take a while. I was in trouble. My philosophical slant found girls of my age annoying. I had even been accused of being weird when a very attractive female was extremely interested in me, she however was a complete bitch. My acquaintance had relayed her interest and I rebuffed it as a point of fact. I was not willing to provide pleasure to someone that I could not even enjoy a lunch with. Thomas could not understand this and claimed that a good-looking woman was never to be turned down and that my priorities were screwed up. My priorities were what they were. I really had thought that my life held a lonely future as I was not attracted to immature individuals. Most of the American girls fell into this category. At least those in attendance at ASU fell into this category. Tanning on roofs instead of attending classes and seeing which parties to attend did not impress me. Although their tan bodies were impressive. Expensive clothes and toiletries did not make a woman deemed worthy of a life time partnership. This Persian goddess however turned everything up- side down. Being a foreigner, she was held captive by the school. She could only work for a wage that was criminal. I think it was $3.28 an hour. Not being a citizen, she had no right to earn a living, but as she was promoted to catering, she had access to wonderful food. This she parlayed into an expense not consumed and she paid for her own schooling and her extremely lazy sister's schooling. Whatever hours her sister worked ended up paying for extravagances for herself. Some clothes and perfume and the little bitch brought all of the bills associated with actual living to her sister to take care of. This beautiful woman took care of what she considered her charge and still had a smile on her face. If she could put up with her sister, who quite frankly was a selfish cunt, she certainly could go the long haul with me. I had picked my girlfriend up at her freshly cleaned and organized apartment. We went out for a Chinese diner and decided to head back to her apartment to watch a video. Upon entering her apartment, it looked to have been robed. I looked at her to see her reaction, disappointment. The plethora of dirty dishes that seem unfathomable as we were only gone for a little over an hour and the table covered with crumbs and two place settings with unconsumed food that was drying on its surface. In the bedroom every article of clothes was strewn about on the old carpet that had seen cleaner and better days. The site was one that demanded revenge quite frankly. Looking to my girlfriend, my Persian Goddess, she calmy informed me it was pay day. My eyes let her understand that in no way did that explain any of this mess. Her sister just received her smidgen of a paycheck and she was going to go dancing and get free drinks. She took care of sustenance before she left so as not to have to purchase food. And every item of their clothing thrown around the room were items she decided against. There was nothing left in their closet. "What a disrespectful bitch," was my only too reasonable commit, it was not well received. After what I just witnessed, how was it possible she would be defending her loser of a sister? This apartment was immaculate two hours ago, her sister that pays for nothing, gets drunk and brought a stranger around to get a green card, had just completely trashed it top to bottom for no fucking reason. Why would this beautiful woman put up with this? And now is upset at me. I didn't completely understand her, but I wanted her. This indelible spirit made my insides melt. The zest for life faced with what seemed an insurmountable task to provide for herself and a lackluster sister was an irresistible draw for me. We were married in less than, four months later. Neither one of us had money, but we made do. The truly amazing thing is that at first when she came, she didn't know English. She could read and write in English but not speak it. She was attending university classes with the common knowledge of math but no other help. Her grades were mostly A's. This woman was truly amazing. I was truly in love. CHAPTER TWO Back in the Midwest, we moved in with my "lovely" family. A prejudice bunch that not only didn't like foreigners but were Christians of sorts and certainly could not stomach a child of theirs' marrying a Muslim. But marry her I did. Since it was tradition that the female's family paid for the wedding, I was on my own. Already having my wages pilfered to pay for my sister's wedding in the past, I already felt begrudged. Sure, my parents officially paid for my sister's wedding, but my back wages of $3,750.00 for the summer worked was never paid. Not only that but the "borrowed brides" maids dresses were added to my account. Another $1,575.00 dollars added to my debt owed to parents' that regularly stole from me. Standing in my mother's office at her home, my sister who just graduated from SIU, and my mother swore that these items were never returned, and I owed this additional money. Since my sister was again living at home, I demanded that she then produce the dress in question. If she was living here then her dress would be hung in the closet. At this point, I lost it. I reminded them of all the corporal punishment that I had endured, in this house, we punish sinners. So, the dress better be in her closet. Both of their faces turned ashen. No dress could be produced and I left my mother's home for what I believed the last time. At the wedding my mother proceeded to do anything she could to ruin my and my soon to be wife's day. All the while pretending to be such a good Christian for her fellow churchgoers, her friends ended up warning us not to let her know if there was any trouble between us. I guess, when people contrive to cause problems even their friends can find exception to their actions. My mother, and her husband in compliance turned out to be a nasty BITCH. My father soon berated me for claiming that I had my first payment for my wedding. Apparently, my mother wanted everyone to believe she was paying for this affair. The tight budget and the "low" interest my family was charging me notwithstanding. She wanted family and church to believe she was a benevolent mother. I took to her church and wrote a heartfelt thank you, in the church bulletin, to my lovely family for the low interest loan she endowed upon me to afford our blessed union. This had the effect of letting everyone of her good Christian friends know that she was a charlatan. It may have been a small move on my part, but the continued destruction of every happiness throughout my life, by an overbearing hateful mother, needed to be addressed at some point or I would lose my mind. I was no longer welcome in my family home. How could I possibly tell the truth? What a bad son I turned out to be. Very soon my wife and I understood that my family had no redeeming quality. Other than her family we were completely on our own. CHAPTER THREE With the loss of my family as a caring unit to our existence, It, was good timing for my wife's brother to ask for a huge favor. We had been married for only a few months and my wife's education was paramount. This individual that had taken all that his parents sent for himself, leaving his sisters to fend on their own, was asking to move in while he transfers to the Chicagoland area. My wife jumped at the chance to have extended family. Further he wanted me to come and help him move. I could do that hoping for a reconciling between his past sins and my wife's established bright future. Two weeks in I received a disturbing phone call. The schedule was hard to nail down due to my projects. He was demanding that I come on a certain date or he would have his true friend come and help him. I felt like telling him to get his true friend to help and also move in with him as I now withdrew my wife's permission for him to come and take advantage of us. Looking at my wife's innocent face, I agreed to come at his schedule. I arrived on the east coast and caught the train inward bound with no complications. When we arrived back at our simple townhome a proclamation was the first words out of this son-of-a-bitches mouth. "do what ever you want for me but don't expect anything in return." I hope that he can not possibly mean such a statement. Not only did he mean such a statement, but it was his reason for existing. Our utilities went through the roof, any soap or usable commodity disappeared down the drain and suddenly the freezer's alarm was going off as my wife had just discovered the soap gallon had been pierced and flowed down the drain at this despicable individual's punishment for us having helped him. When he started the BBQ a new full bottle of starter fluid was gone. It was especially disheartening that a job started at an award-winning deli contestant had been completed without my knowledge. The owner said he not only left a message but had talked to my brother-in-law. This was unbelievable. We were helping this unappreciative asshole and he was apparently sabotaging us while I was paying for the last of my wife's education. I didn't know what else to do, so I had my wife accompany me to this rock and roll deli. There I implored my benefactor to call and reserve work to be performed of a large magnitude. My brother-in-law took the message and we went home. When we arrived, he was very comfortable with himself in our home. "No messages for us", he proclaimed. This piece of shit was actively sabotaging his brother-in-law and sister while we helped him. I blew up, but my wife having been conditioned was too forgiving. He actually stayed, knowing we had an enemy in our mist. I was preparing chicken breast for the evening meal. This was marinated chicken breast and I was about to add Cattleman's original BBQ sauce. Her brother interjected that that was unsuitable for his meal and asked that half would cook without this addition convection. Ok, not a big deal, until it was served. He tried the chicken the way we intended and proceeded to eat all of what he asked not to be prepared for him. Imagine my surprise, the selfish little asshole took everything for himself that was good. He did however leave all the chicken prepared the way that he demanded for himself. What a dick. Now her family wants to visit from Iran. A traditional mother and father from Iran. Well they come and it is not pleasant. Her parents as they visit claim to be very wealthy and expect a certain level of hospitality. I have my doubts. When my wife's mother sees her son living under the roof of a "construction worker," she is livid. I would be also. If I sent more than close to a million dollars US and my piece of shit, post doctorate son was still needing major assistance I would have come unglued. He was that son. If someone takes twenty-five years to get their post doctorate, is that a worthy accomplishment? The strangest behavior ever exhibited by a grown educated professional now performed right in front of my eyes. Within two days of their arrival, their son started demonstrating very odd behavior. He took our glass salad bowl and filled it with ice followed by drinking water. Making a show of it he drank from it right in front of them and proclaimed, "look at what I can do." Then asked for a large sum of money. This did not net him his desired result mainly because I enquired "what the fuck are you doing?" Mealtimes were also very disturbing. My wife set a spread worthy of honored guests at every dinner. Food prepared in the Persian tradition and displayed admirably. His mother then would make a display of taking the best from the table for her son's lunch for the following day. Once this was accomplished, we could all eat the remainder of what we had provided. I know that it is just food and not really a big deal, but to have the superiority of her son constantly thrown in your face really starts to annoy me. Then the strange behavior continues. Eating by her special son becomes a display. After partaking of what is on his large spoon, (Persians actually prefer spoons) he starts smacking his lips to beat the band, this is accompanied by another full spoon being shook up and down for full affect of the quality nourishment that will be next. I'm reminded of a three-year-old that gets praise heaped upon themselves for eating. What an accomplishment their post doctorate son can eat a meal. I've lost my appetite. This show of seriously fucked up family dynamics is really just too much. My family is now not seeming to be so bad. Leaving the table, I figure I can catch this show tomorrow. How long are these wonderful people going to be "visiting?" Now something very interesting (I cannot leave this part out because it was fascinating), my wife reaching her limits on her hospitality while attending very hard engineering classes, wonders aloud in Farsi, if her brother is GAY. This snowballs very quickly into buying a wife for their son. The discussion that followed was animated and loud. Her brother claimed that his sisters "were not cleaver enough to find him a wife." I could not resist and announced that "no one was cleaver enough to find this bag of shit a wife!" The Christian in the room was not appreciated. What followed however were the beginnings of an arranged marriage. This was the first time that her brother impressed me. Having arranged for a meeting with a perspective purchase, I found myself in an alternative universe. Did this stuff really still happen? I found myself front and center to the ongoing negotiations for something that for me was unbelievable. Sitting here holding an unbelievable small tea cup and a creampuff on my lap, as a strange distraction, I was blessed with this display of human activity that I could not fathom still existed. Everything was in Farsi, thank God, but the entertainment factor of watching her brother squirm was probably the most enjoyable time in my life. Culture shock aside, her brother excused himself to the adjoining bathroom and proceeded to make noises best described as extremely loud "farting noises" for fifteen minutes. He exited the bathroom with a blank expression and the evening was quickly concluded with "No Sale." The reactions of all that attended this Shakespearian farse will forever be imprinted on my brain. This one episode was "worth the price of admission." Well maybe not, but his bravado in negating his parent's intentions with seemingly no embarrassment on his part was somewhat impressive. I know they provided for their son to be comfortable, but nothing seemed to be given to their two youngest daughters. It seemed to me that they must have scraped by to provide for their only son. It seems that for two years he received almost ten thousand a month while his sisters fended for their selves. My wife had worked exponential hours providing for herself and younger sister while their brother burned money for whatever purpose he had. I was to find out much later that these two individuals were loaded, but simply didn't care to provide for their daughters. The fact that neither of her parents spoke English helped the relationship I had with them exponentially. If I actually knew what was coming from these two, I might have seriously dropped them at their other daughter's house. As it was, my wife's father started to enjoy my company. This caused a strange jealousy with her mother. As it turns out, his affection for my approval was something that he never demonstrated towards their son. This was something that a Persian mother (or maybe just this twisted individual), could not stomach. Her son was everything in her world. She shorty would have an incident that would cool his admiration of just the son-in-law. I came home from a particular jumbled day. It wasn't bad but hectic would describe it. Seeing me enter my Father-in-law intercepted me. His wallet in hand the contents of its precious cargo were in his hand. What would you guess would be so important that someone would carry around with themselves in their wallet? Well this was a picture of himself. He was petting it and claiming "Haley Gashangi." This translates into English as very beautiful. He wanted me to know just how beautiful he was when he was younger. This angered me to no end, especially because there were no other pictures in his wallet. What a piece of shit. My tongue was not tied right now. I asked him where were the pictures of his wife and children? My attitude spilled across any language divide. He and now his bride, were very upset with my disrespectful attitude. My wife knowing how these people were just shook her head. It was a strange place to be, culture shock wouldn't really explain this one. She was caught in-between two worlds that simply didn't jive. Several tense weeks later and rummy 500 seemed to translate between cultures. My father-in-law enjoyed the challenge of my skills at the international game. When I caught him cheating the gloves came off. I really enjoyed this aspect. He would occasionally catch me as I had discarded an additional card hidden by my play. This added a whole new dynamic to this game. This was actually fun. We both would cheat and about 35% of the time we would catch each other in the crime. When we added cognac, to the festivities, I was shocked to see his facial expression be that of a drunk. His reaction was immediate and hardcore. His eyes took on a new quality and his head slightly wobbled as any bum on the street would having received his fix. We played on and everyone was happy. His wife informed me that now that "his medicine" was administered everyone could be more relaxed. And we were. My wife asked me to pour her a small glass of wine. She wanted to join in the spirit of things. Normally she didn't have a taste for fermented beverages, but the mood was good. She felt all grown up having provided for herself in a foreign country since she was seventeen; learning English, taking care of her snot nosed little sister, landing an electrical engineering degree and a career at Motorola. She was one of five worldwide problem solvers for the company. She had made good on her own and expected, as she should, that her parents would be proud. "Could you take out the garbage?" A simple request, it would seem. I was only too happy to oblige. We seemed to have gotten over the narcissist photo episode and the cognac was making any pains of the day recede. However, upon my return, her parents were locked in the bedroom we provided for them and my beautiful wife that supported herself and sister since she was seventeen, was standing and hyperventilating. What the Fuck happened in the forty-five seconds that I had left the house? As I dragged the information out of my wife, I understood that her drunk father was insulted that she had consumed wine in front of him. The names he called her were extremely insulting to say the least. I decided that these two interlopers were not going to stay the evening. Informing them of my decision after busting down the locked door of my bedroom that we provided for them. It might be small to bring this up but tensions were very high at the moment. He exited the bedroom and proceeded to the kitchen. Not speaking their language, curiosity was on high alert. He went to the knife drawer and drew out the largest that residing in it. Obviously, he didn't see the largest knife we owned sitting on the two-foot counter adjacent to myself. "Na deede?", I enquired. Small Farsi phrases I knew, but mostly consisted of food. They really did know how to make delicious foods. Now my father-in-law was advancing on me wielding a pizza knife slapping it against his head for emphasis. I have no idea what he was saying but ideas of resale were flashing through my head. Killing one's father-in- law in your home couldn't possibly be good for resale. Seeing that I was also wielding a weapon his wife jumped in between us. Our two biggest knifes held at each other's throats with our free hands holding each-others weapons at bay. A mother-in-law taking up useless space in between. What a fucking mess. Instantly I knew what was important to this crazy fuck that had interrupted our lives. My mother-in-law soon found herself gently shoved onto the white ash floors. My weapon of convenience soon descended from my in-law's throat and landed at the base of his manhood. Seeing the new intention, he drew a small amount of blood across my exposed throat. The rage that engulfed me due to years of abuse sent my knife home to its intended victim. I had visions of picking up his dismembered parts and flushing anything that was rendered useless. His fucking zipper saved his pride and joy. The zipper showed my resolution and his hand involuntarily dropped his knife. A ruined pair of pants and he and his lovely wife disappeared through the remains of the door I had annihilated. Things had calmed down, but these lovely people needed to leave our home. Against any reasonable expectations these two assholes had stayed the night. There other daughter never came and claimed them. Only living two towns away their other offspring would not come to their aid. I just had to ask. "Why is it ok for him to consume cognac while his daughter is forbidden from consuming wine?" The answer was forthcoming and again shocking. He said "God loves me or he would have made me a woman, therefore I can do whatever I want." This is not in the Koran but the Mughals have touted their beliefs. He was in his opinion a devout Muslim. As a man it was his duty to keep the women in his life devoid of any freedom or liberty. His soul was certainly blessed. It's a funny thing his youngest daughter refused to help. I was dropping these devout Muslims at the airport. All the money and high-end gifts to their other "good" children did not garner any help from them. My wife's siblings always were so excited to come and visit gathering gold and saffron unto themselves but their homes were not open to their parents. They were probably smart for their rude exchanges when asked. Their parents seemed satisfied that their spouses would not treat them with the respect they deserved. After all that my wife has been through it is nice to rationalize that if her brother is the only benefactor to the family fortune at least moving forward he also gets the company of these wretched individuals. We would no longer have to deal with their shit. There was no downside. My wife never got a present nicer than a pair of used pink capri pants while all of their other children refusing them a place to stay received Persian rugs gold jewelry and large sums of cash. We only ever received their high expectations for service and extravagant expectations. Whatever we did they would commit that that was yesterday. We no longer had to deal with this bullshit. They were gone and my wife could begin to heal. She wanted a family so bad she overlooked so much indignities it was unfathomable. My family turned out to be a dead end and hers was much worse. We were on our own, truly something we should have recognized years ago. CHAPTER 4 There was so much more to the abuses and neglect that each side showed us that at some point we understood we needed to divest our negative influences in our life and be happy. My wife's older brother was not happy. He never understood that his sabotage he inflicted to make sure his parents only considered his happiness was not necessary. Everything would have been his regardless but now his nasty parents were under his charge. That is what we did. My wife, after several years started to find her way again. The depression that was all engulfing finally started to lift. We were again free spirts living our life unimpeded from outside forces that were consumed with jealousy. As with everything, this would not last. Her parents called and had a piece offering. It seems their nasty eldest son was not very hospitable after all, and everything that they had provided for him. When they spoiled him, he was actually spoiled, go figure. Now they wished us to come and visit them in Iran and enjoy their wonderful hospitality. My wife was desperate for the value of having an extended family. My side would not provide it and her side, apparently, she had not given up on. No apology was ever offered, but it seems that they were talking to "us'" so it was implied. Long and short they wanted us to visit them. My wife was ecstatic. The logistics were mind blowing. I needed to get a passport, that was the easy part. As it turns out Americans wishing to visit Iran need an invitation from a host family. After six months everything was situated and we embarked on this journey. We went to see ancient structures that were quite impressive. And the food on offer was incredible. Some of these older cultures really did know how to present food. And the pleasant platitudes that were ever present and starting to annoy me, was really the only downside. We were here and we were being treated as adults. This was refreshing as before we were treated as substandard or even servants in our own home. We didn't expect anything that was traditional in this family and were very surprised when her mother and father offered plastic surgery to their daughter. We were god smacked when they extended that offer to me. Apparently, they noted that we had aged "ungracefully" in their opinion. This was not said with malice, but with a genuine desire to make our lives better. My wife went to the mirror and although was somewhat taken aback quickly agreed to some refreshing procedures. She whole heartedly agreed on booth of our behalf's. Two days later we were escorted to an area in Tehran that was known for plastic surgery. The prices that I saw displayed, if I was interpreting correctly, were undeniably cheap. My wife's mother with her and my father-in-law with me. I don't know what my wife was slated to receive but my imagination was going a little wild. I could envision a little liposuction; nose job, face lift and a pleasant boob job. The other thing is that in this place permanent hair removal could be achieved with one treatment. My imagination was running wild. At my consultation, I did not understand any of the conversation, but I could glean the meaning through the doctors handling of my personage as we went along. As I mentioned previously, my father-in-law liked and respected me. As he talked animatedly the doctor took my face and seemed to study my sagging features. It wasn't anything horrific but age was starting to show. My shirt was divested and my slightly flabby Irish chest was on display. Liposuction would apparently correct this. My stomach was obviously discussed. It was a little embarrassing but my penis was obviously a serious discussion. This happened after they demonstrated that I needed to remove the balance of my clothes. Somehow, the hand gestures seemed to indicate that it would somehow be made larger. Down at my feet my various veins would be removed along with some rather large calluses. The estimate produced by the office staff was excessive by my father-in- law's reaction. I let him know that I appreciated his effort but it wasn't necessary. If he was going to finally do something for his daughter, I was completely satisfied. He signed the estimate and I was wheeled away. Wow, I've never had anyone do anything for me before. Maybe I had everything wrong. Maybe it was just a culture shock that had my opinion so low of my in-laws. I wondered how extra beautiful my wife would be. Darkness engulfed me. I woke up in a private hospital room. My mind was not coherent. What I did recognize was my wife sitting by my bedside, she was in tears. I don't know why she was crying, but she either didn't have any elective surgery or she heals very fast. It seems her father had passed on. He was buried last month. What, how long have I been out? Looking down something is very wrong. There are mountains under bandages on my chest. My hands have acrylic painted nails on them. I hold them up and I'm temporarily mesmerized by their shiny maroon display of perfection. Somewhat stiff I try to remove the heavy blankets that are covering me in this cold room. My wife comes to life and helps. I see a young man in the room waiting for an opportunity to speak. My wife silences him as she reveals the horrific damage that has transpired since I was wheeled into the foreign operating room. My lower form is not anything that it used to be. I've been subjected to a full sex change operation. My toenails match my fingernails and my hips and ass have been increased somehow. She hands me a mirror and my now feminine face looks back from the mirror in complete shock. There were no tears or screaming. I simply was in shock. Why would anyone do this to someone else, especially their own daughter. Then I remembered her parents really did not care for her. They actually seemed to enjoy causing pain. I started to cry. I felt so bad for her. How could someone's parents be so cruel. She started to cry and her makeup became a big mess. A strange thought came over me and I raised the mirror she gave me to see my own face. The makeup I expected to look similar to my wife's was still flawless. Then it hit me. That bastard took revenge from when he pulled a knife on me. I had gone after his manhood and he had taken mine. I wanted revenge. When I verbalized my desire now fully understanding, I think, what had transpired, she introduced our lawyer. This little pipsqueak didn't impress me. I know that I was only in this country a short while before calamity claimed me, but there is one thing that I recognized, this place was crooked. Through my wife's translation I hired someone I felt, could bring justice. My father-in-law had caused a terrible revenge and while celebrating in a supposed dry country, was so drunk walked in front of one of those British supplied double decker busses. I was now a female with no rights in his version of his God and he was a pancake. My only true revenge was to claim as much of the family fortune as possible and watch her brother and mother suffer for their complacency in their father and husband's sins. Once my new lawyer understood the money and assets involved, he got very busy. Twenty five percent of a large fortune was a good motive. A few things ended up shaking out. The pipsqueak lawyer was found to have received a bribe from my wife's brother through his cousin. He was disbarred and currently serving time in prison. Her brother ended up serving time for bribing court officials and as it turned out tax evasion when him and his mother tried to steal all three of his sister's inheritance. The damages done to my personage and my wife's suffering landed most of the remaining family funds in our joint account. This took a lot of time but focused our energy on the task at hand. Revenge is sweet. But her dead father will never know how badly things went for his wife and precious son. Still a little revenge was a good feeling. I did want to visit that piece of shit and gloat, but now that I'm a female I wasn't allowed at their prison. This really sent home that we needed to leave this awful country. If there was time I would have gone after the surgery center, but I just wanted to go home. As it turns out this was a logistic nightmare. The saving grace was the judgement against her father. I was given new papers with a female identity. Ashley was my first name now. I was no longer married in the sight of the Islamic country but back home we were. Eventually we were headed home. CHAPTER FIVE On the plane, I did note she had several enhancements. My wife did look really beautiful. Then I was engulfed in the most profound sadness. Why did we ever let such horrible people be anywhere around us. Our first year of marriage after the horrible actual wedding that my mother utterly destroyed. Well that was the happiest time of our lives. Then her family started to come "visit." We would have had such a beautiful life together if we cared more for ourselves and not rabble that ultimately were just jealous hurtful individuals that only desired to use other people. The wedding was a long-planned party, paid for by myself, for my mother's churchgoers and her friends. She proceeded to ruin everything for me and my wife. This was culminated by her letting me know on my wedding night that my wife would find her to be a "mean old lady." This was the beginning of a short end to interacting with my family. This was the best thing for us. We had a clean break and just enjoyed our life together. Then her family started coming. We were so happy when people left us alone. All of my wife's siblings shunned their parents and received expensive gifts for their rudeness. We ended up hosting these two unbearable individuals five to six months at a time. They would start fighting after three days and it wasn't long before I started avoiding going home. They were very hard on a relationship. Now the damage they caused may be unsurmountable. I started doing the math in my head. We had cleaned them out after they had destroyed me. I could offer my wife her settlement and half mine. I know she would be alright with that amount, but I would dearly miss her. Suicide did seem to be an alternative. Tears started flowing and I could not stop them. No direction, no solution, I was at a complete loss. Suddenly my sleeping wife sought out my existence and wrapped her slumbering arms around me. Even in her sleep she comforted me. When did God create such a creature? I most certainly didn't deserve what was done to me by her bastard family, but now I don't know if I even deserve her. It doesn't matter, I have already lost her. There is no way that I can saddle her with my current condition. The tears came tenfold. Thank God my wife did not wake up. I would never want her to see me at such a weak point. A stewardess brought me a large water that I took but couldn't offer thanks due to my tears. Back in the States we took care of the mundane tasks and a plethora of paperwork that comes with justly pilfering what would have been her piece of shit brother's fortune. We were able to get the family home in my wife's and her two sister's names. Nothing was left for her Mother or jailbird brother. Her Mother was not incarcerated due to her age and ended up moving in with her younger sister. This seemed appropriate since she had provided the wealth for her sister to purchase her home. Now with everything complete we needed to address us. There was nothing left to do, this would be our last task. If my makeup could be ruined it would have been at this moment. There was nothing left to occupy us, our time had come. I will be brave, the high road calls. It would be so much simpler if I could see through my tears. My Persian Goddess had other ideas. She took me in hand and led me to our shower. Warm water cascaded down our naked flesh. Scented soap and one of those big fluffy balls, I can't remember what they are called, and I was being cleansed. Her ministrations felt so good that I became terrified and tried to leave her presence. I know what must happen, this is going to make me lose it. It was a surprise that brought me up short, the strength that she grabbed my wrist with was shocking. She spun me around and looked deep into my eyes with a stare that was completely unwavering. She let me know that she was in charge and nothing was going to impede her intended actions. All of this was conveyed without saying a word. She bent my head towards hers with the object of my lips her intended goal, when I tried to turn away, she inserted two fingers into my artificial vagina. Somehow, she had ahold of me down there and directed what she wanted as if I was a puppet. The kiss that followed was soul releasing. Passion not felt since I was attacked was unleashed. We had no physical contact since this had happened to me. Now I was receiving passion that I thought was completely gone, stolen by my in-laws. If I could actually completely form a thought, I would have been exceedingly confused. As it were, I was carried on a wave of passion that was different than anything that had ever preceded my experiences. In a silent consumption of my newly formed body, my wife was taking ownership of her lover. Tears started again as I realized that her lover was still me. Kisses transpired into sucking on my massive breasts while still finger fucking me. A sexual coma started to enrapture my being. All control was given over to my life partner and I no longer rationalized anything. She was drying me with a big fluffy towel when I realized we were no longer in the shower. It was a good thing too, because very soon the water would have turned icy. We were a long way from being done, her passion was such that things were only starting. Our marital bed I was led to with some trepidation. I didn't fight it but I was uneasy. I had already decided a course of action and none of these activities were on the schedule. She pushed me down on our bed and started to examine my newly formed body. Up until this time I had kept much of what was forced upon me hidden from my wife as best I could. Now she was studying every inch of my sex and other new attributes. Suddenly she started to lick at my pseudo labia. This procedure must have been performed admirably as the sensation was overwhelming. I used to whish my wife would make more noise in bed, now I was making up for that. She reached up and took my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and starting twisting back and forth gently then switched to a slight pulling movement as if she was whacking off the world's smallest penis. My toes pointed to an extreme angle and my hands grabbed at the bed sheets. This was my first female organism. When my brain calmed down enough, I was very confused. Reaching into the bedside drawer she retracted a double ended dildo. Her intentions revealed I tried to make my escape. This was not to be as I soon found myself impaled by a piece of plastic that was now weaponized against me. She had the small end within her clamped shut vagina and was guiding the perverse carved realistic looking penis headed towards my newly healed vagina. My reaction was pleasing to her. I basically surrendered to her ministrations. She was now in charge and I was on the receiving end of an extremely tantalizing fucking. My mind no longer understood anything. My path to protect my wife as best I could had been highjacked. I was now the receiver of my wife's control and loving attention. She actually seemed to enjoy her new found power. I have no idea how this will affect me. Could I actually expect my beautiful Persian Goddess to settle for what has been forced upon me? Did she actually enjoy this or was this a brave front? My insides were screaming to go along with these wonderful feelings. Truly, I did not know what to do.