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Many thanks to SBrooks for his invaluable advice and editing. If there’s anything that still doesn’t work, it’s probably something I chose not to follow his suggestion about.

Rose Valley, Oregon, population 1134, is located about two hours southeast of Portland at the eastern edge of the Mount Hood National Forest. Rose Valley is home to the Maitland Mills, a specialty supplier of natural, organic and heirloom grain-based products. Founded in 1907, the Mills were handed down through three generations of the Maitland family before becoming an employee-owned company in 1996. At the beginning of the 21st century, The Maitland Mills employed 420 people, providing 60% of Rose Valley’s jobs, with the rest of the town’s economy mostly supported by the income from those jobs.

My name is Geoffrey Lee, and Rose Valley is where I was born and raised. You may have noticed that I didn’t say it’s “my home,” or “my home town,” or any of the other things people say when they talk about places they live or used to live and have warm feelings of love or nostalgia for. And therein lies my story.

My older brother Paul and I weren’t officially considered “mill kids,” because our parents weren’t employees of the Maitland Mills. Mom and Dad owned and operated - and Mom still owns and operates - Lee’s Garden, the town’s only Chinese restaurant, across the street and a block south from City Hall.

Lee’s Garden was opened in 1947 by our grandparents. Grandpa was the scion of a successful Portland restaurant family, and after he returned from service in WWII he and my grandmother were ready to open their own place. Rather than start yet another restaurant in Portland’s Chinatown, they chose Rose Valley. Why here? Because the town didn’t have a Chinese restaurant, and with his fellow servicemen coming home from the Pacific theater after being exposed to the cuisines of places like Japan, China, the Philippines, etc., Grandpa saw opportunity outside the big city.

At first, the restaurant was called “Lee’s Chinese and American.” Grandma and Grandpa bought a downtown coffee shop from Fred and Mary Peterson, an elderly couple ready to retire, and added a selection of Cantonese dishes to the Peterson’s existing menu. They held onto longtime customers by keeping everyone’s favorite items, especially Mary Peterson’s fried chicken, which Mary herself used to come in every Friday to make until Grandma had the recipe down (Mary’s Chicken is still on the dinner menu every Friday night, by the way). At first Grandma and Grandpa lived in one of the apartments upstairs from the restaurant, but when my Dad was born the family built a tea garden and house behind the restaurant. When Grandpa passed away and Grandma retired, Mom and Dad took over running the restaurant while Paul and I spent most of our after-school time in the house under Grandma’s watchful eye. Grandma passed away when I was a senior in high school and Paul was in his third year at Portland State University.

My “girl next door” was Kathy O’Haney. Her father, Pete, was a deputy with the county sheriff and her mother, Rose, supplemented Pete’s salary by working a few hours a day at Lee’s Garden. The O’Haneys actually lived next door to our grandparents’ house, not the restaurant, but since Paul and I were at the house most afternoons after school and all day on weekends, close enough. When I was eight and Kathy was starting the first grade, our parents assigned Paul and me to walk her to and from school. One day when she got home she told her mother, “I’m going to marry Geoff when I grow up,” and from that day on, nothing ever happened to convince our parents that anything different was going to happen.

Kathy and I were best friends in grammar school, went steady in high school, and during my first two years away from home at PSU spent as many weekends and holidays as we could together. It was during one of my visits home (for Kathy’s senior prom), that we gave each other our virginities. As soon as Kathy graduated high school she showed up in Portland as a PSU freshman.

In June of 2001, Paul passed the Oregon Bar, Kathy received her Bachelor’s in Accounting, I added an MBA to the Bachelors in Mechanical Engineering I had received two years earlier and we all came home to Rose Valley to begin our new jobs. Paul became an associate to a local general practice attorney, Kathy signed on as a junior accountant in the Maitland finance department, and I went to work as an engineer in the Maitland Operations department, which managed the company’s production, quality control, packaging and distribution. Kathy and I had been “unofficially engaged” ever since that day she had first declared her intention to marry me when we grew up. When we returned home we made our engagement official, ring and all, and we tied the knot that September.

In January of 2002, Pete O’Haney was struck and killed by a car while assisting a stranded motorist. Soon after that our dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and even though it was caught early, it didn’t seem to respond to treatment. We lost him just after Christmas. Faced with the prospect of living alone in their houses next door to one another, our moms decided to become roommates. Mom moved in with Kathy’s mom, Kathy and I moved down from our apartment over the restaurant (Paul was living in the other one) to the house and my cousin Zhen from Portland moved into the apartment and became the restaurant’s new chef.

Our mothers insisted that Kathy and I shouldn’t put off starting our family any further. I think planning for the birth of their new grandchild gave them something to keep their minds off our losses of the previous year. Our daughter Callie entered the world on Oct 24, 2003. She was perfect.

Rose Valley had always seemed isolated from the ups and downs of the national economy. No matter what was going on in other economic sectors, people still needed what the Maitland Mills produced. The first downturn of the 21st century was no exception to this. But soon after, another economic monster came upon the scene: unregulated mortgages. Our town wasn’t a fertile field for the McMansions that grew like a fungus across much of the country; the mill’s employee management board kept a tight rein on the company’s growth to avoid the kind of boom and bust hiring and layoff cycles that seemed to characterize employment in the modern world, and we were too far from the nearest center of growth to be a commuter bedroom community. But mortgage refinancing was another matter. Homeowners were bombarded with offers to refinance homes at amazingly low interest rates, and those who responded found their homes appraised at higher values than they had ever thought possible. Americans became enamored with the miraculous concept of using their homes as ATMs, and the citizens of Rose Valley were as susceptible to the epidemic as everyone else.

In 2008 the bubble burst. America discovered that predatory lenders had targeted borrowers who could never make their payments when low rates didn’t stay low, that corrupt appraisers had deliberately overvalued homes and that banks were hiding bad loans by “bundling” them with good ones into securities that were knowingly being overrated. Borrowers in Rose Valley, as in the rest of America, found themselves buried in debt and their homes sinking deeper and deeper underwater. And that was when the worst predator of all made his appearance.

His name was Troy Tenneson. Multimillionaire president of Tenneson Equity Partners, a private equity firm that acquired small companies and “regrew” them, and he seemed to appear as if by magic during the worst of the mortgage crash. To Rose Valley homeowners being hounded by lenders threatening foreclosure on their underwater mortgages, Tenneson Equity’s offer to buy the Maitland Mills was like throwing life preservers to the passengers of the Titanic.

The company quickly divided into two camps, for and against accepting the buyout offer. I was among those who argued against. Congress and both candidates in the Presidential election were already starting to talk about passing some sort of debt relief, and it seemed premature to be jumping from using homes as ATMs into doing the same with the town’s primary source of jobs. And the amount offered was lower than most business analysts thought the company should be worth. But most of all, to be blunt, Tenneson was a swaggering, arrogant son of a bitch, and there was something about him and his people that simultaneously pissed me off and made my skin crawl.

But the money being offered, divided amongst the employee owners, would be enough for people to get out from under. Most of the proceeds people received would go to the lenders, but their loans would be paid off. And Tenneson and his partners offered all sorts of optimistic projections about how much they could grow the company and bring “real growth” to Rose Valley’s “stagnant” local economy. Those of us who opposed the sale were outvoted, and at the end of October, 2008, the 102-year history of the Maitland Mills as a locally owned and operated Rose Valley company came to an end and the company became Maitland, Inc.

Problems began almost as soon as the new management was in place. Local family farmers who had sold to Maitland for generations found themselves forced to lower their prices or lose sales to out-of-state-suppliers, and even if they agreed, payments took longer and longer. Production was ordered to increase speed, and quality inspectors were overruled when they wanted to halt the lines to fix problems. Even the packaging started coming from unfamiliar sources, and was of cheaper quality. Distributors and retail outlets started complaining about product quality. But month after month, Finance kept reporting a healthy increase in sales and profits, so nothing was ever done. The new management said it was just a reflection of the degree to which the old Maitland had “gold plated” its products to the point where they weren’t bringing in an “optimal return on investment.”

It just didn’t make sense to me. How could management that was just so obviously ... stupid ... be running the company profitably? Maybe it was because I had grown up watching Robert Maitland and my father throwing back shots of single malt and rice baiju every Friday night as a kid, or the sage advice both men had given Paul and me during our teen years about never giving anything less than our best efforts, or maybe it was the little voice in my head that kept telling me that what we were being told just didn’t make any sense, but keeping my mouth shut and my head down while the Tenneson management turned what used to be a high quality line of products into utter crap just didn’t sit well with me. I persisted in raising issues, and as time passed the idea of walking away from a job I found myself less and less able to take pride in and joining Mom in running Lee’s Garden was starting to sound better and better to me.

The worst thing about what was happening at Maitland was that Kathy didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong. Okay, so the quality of our product wasn’t what it used to be. Maybe consumers really didn’t care if their flours and meals were made from lower quality ingredients, weren’t as consistently milled as they used to be and weren’t as well packaged as they used to be. After all, sales hadn’t suffered and revenues were actually up, weren’t they?

“We’re not owners anymore, Geoff,” Kathy would say, “We just put in a day’s work and collect our checks now. Unless you keep stirring things up the way you are.”

The less said about Kathy’s reaction to my thoughts about quitting Maitland in favor of the restaurant the better. They weren’t pretty. As time passed there was less and less shop talk between us. But Callie was a good listener, even if her “solution” to all of Daddy’s sad moments was a tea party with dolls.

January of 2009 saw the inauguration of a new President. A month later, federal programs were passed to modify and refinance troubled home mortgages to reduce payments and foreclosures. Economists and politicians still argue about whether these programs were successful, so I won’t say that Rose Valley’s mortgage foreclosure crisis could have been resolved without the employees of Maitland Mills cashing out their ownership of the company. But to this day, the fact that we couldn’t persuade them to try still sticks in my craw.

By the summer of 2009 it had become obvious that the economy wasn’t in just another recession. The domestic uncertainty of “the war on terror,” two foreign wars, the near-crash of the stock market, the bursting of the housing bubble and the epidemic of mortgages gone bad had been labeled “The Great Recession,” and America was hemorrhaging jobs. So it didn’t come as a surprise to anyone that despite continuing to report record sales and profits, layoffs came to Maitland for the first time since the Great Depression of the 1930s. There was a lot of big talk from management about how the reductions would “hopefully” not be long term and about severance “benefits,” but it did not go unnoticed that the 30% or so of Maitland’s employees who lost their jobs consisted almost exclusively of those who had voted against the selloff to Tenneson Equity Partners the year before, and shown reluctance to “go along to get along” with the new management.

“So you’ll get your wish about becoming kitchen help after all,” Kathy sneered as we waited for my turn at the guillotine. Her tone was anything but sympathetic; if anything, it was mocking. I let it pass. There was just no point in another of “those” exchanges. My time was better spent with Callie and her dolls.

By the time my call from HR came, I was ready to leave.

“Never mind the separation benefits speech, Sharon” I told the HR manager as I walked into her office, “I’m not going to sign the nondisclosure agreement or the release of claims waiver. Just hand me the state-mandated checks for my last week and my unused vacation and get my COBRA forms into the mail and I’ll be on my way.”

“I’m sorry, Geoff.” Sharon said sadly. Sharon Metcalf had been Maitland’s HR manager since before I had joined the company. A usually smiling woman about my Mom’s age, she was the company’s unofficial “den mother,” and like me had voted against the Tenneson buyout. I had no doubt that she felt just as bad about what was happening to the company as I did. “But there’s a lot I’m supposed to go over with you...”

“Well, what are they going to do to me if I refuse to sit through it?” I asked with a shrug, “Fire me?”

“Save a place for me on the unemployment line?” Sharon sighed as she handed me my severance packet. She obviously expected that once she had delivered everyone else’s, there’d be one for her as well.

“Come by the restaurant when you don’t have to worry about being accused of fraternizing with the enemy anymore,” I told her, “Dinner and an umbrella drink on me.”

“Deal.” We shook on it, and she even kissed me on the cheek before I left.

I had removed all the personal property I wanted to keep from the office weeks ago, so I just said, “let’s go” to the security guard whose task it was to escort me from the building, got into my car and headed for Callie’s school. A tea party with dolls sounded like just what I needed right about now.

I got to the school as classes were breaking for lunch, and after stopping in at the office to arrange a “family emergency” release for the rest of the school day, buckled Callie into her car seat and headed for home. Kathy didn’t answer her phone when I called, so I had no idea if she knew I’d been walked out the door. I made a quick call to let the grandmas know that they wouldn’t need to pick Callie up after school as they usually did, headed for home and figured we’d all have a family meeting about it when Kathy got home.

Something didn’t “feel right” when we got home. Maybe I just wasn’t used to seeing the house empty, especially at midday. Or maybe that day everything in the world just felt “not right.” It wasn’t as if the house had been stripped or there were drawers or closet doors left open. I’ll probably never know why it felt the way it did.

But the note on the kitchen table left no doubt about what “wasn’t right”:

You had to do it. You just couldn’t let it go and now you’re fired. I’m not going to end up supporting your dream of being kitchen help. I’m leaving you for someone who can do better for me and Callie. You can keep everything. I don’t want any of it. Don’t bother to look for us. We’re gone and you’ll never find us. Sign the papers when you’re served and don’t make problems, or you’ll never see your daughter again.

“Crap,” I muttered to myself, and hit Paul’s speed dial.

“Paul, I got fired today and Kathy’s gone. She left a note that says she’s taken Callie and if I don’t sign divorce papers I’ll never see her again, but I picked Callie up before I came home and she’s with me.”

“Get out of there right now, Geoff,” Paul said, “Don’t wait for the papers. You and Callie come to the office, and make sure you bring that note with you.”

Twenty minutes later, I was sitting at a conference table with Paul and his boss, Alex Benson, while Alex’s PA was keeping Callie entertained.

“You’ve thrown a monkey wrench into your wife’s plan,” Alex told me, “You were supposed to be sitting in an exit interview while she took Callie and left, probably for somewhere out of state.

“Any idea who this ‘someone who can do better’ is?” Paul asked.

“Not a clue,” I said, “My guess is that it’s one of those out-of-town managers that Tenneson brought in to run the mills, but she’s never mentioned any of them by name.”

“What about her threat?” Paul asked, “Can she do that? Keep Geoff from seeing Callie?”

“If she’d managed to get her out of state, maybe,” Alex said, Kathy’s note in his hand, “But she’s shot herself in the foot with this.

“The state of Oregon, like most other states, makes custody decisions based on which parent represents ‘the best interests of the child.’ Unlike some other states, however, Oregon law specifically bars basing that decision on whether the parent is the mother or the father.

“Is one of you the primary caregiver?”

“We’ve both always worked,” I replied. “I drop Callie off at school every morning. One of our mothers picks her up after school and they both look after her until we get home from work.”

“Either of you ever abused the other, verbally or physically, or abused Callie?”

“No, and we practically live with our family, so there’s no way anything like that could happen without them knowing.”

“Now that you’ve lost your job, will you have financial issues supporting a child?”

“I’ve always had a fallback in the family business. And if Callie is living here, she’s got two grandmothers for a support system.”

“And an uncle,” Paul added.

“Then the biggest factors the court will consider will be ‘attitude of parents toward the child,’ and ‘the willingness and ability of each parent to facilitate and encourage a close and continuing relationship between the other parent and the child.’ And this,” Alex said, waving Kathy’s note, “Is going to be Kathy’s kryptonite. Threatening to withhold access to a child to force your spouse to sign divorce papers will be the opposite of encouraging a close and continuing relationship in the eyes of the court.”

And so we filed a counterclaim, arguing that Kathy’s plan to abscond with our daughter and use threats to withhold visitation to extort my signature on the divorce papers, a plan that was only thwarted by my unexpected early departure from being terminated from my job, was evidence that granting her any form of custody was not “in the best interests of the child.” The court granted me temporary custody pending a final decision, and we prepared to do legal battle.

The high-priced legal team that appeared in court to argue against us quickly revealed who Kathy’s “someone who can do better” was.

Troy Tenneson. But you saw that coming didn’t you?

I’ve already told you my opinion of Troy Tenneson. He thought he was smarter, richer and more powerful than you, so you should just lay down and let him walk all over you. Or rather, let those he hired to walk all over you do their jobs, because walking all over you himself was beneath him. But where our divorce was concerned, Tenneson’s wealth, his power and most importantly his attitude all ended up working against him.

Alex decided that Paul should take the lead and be my attorney of record while he served as advisor and took care of the rest of his and Paul’s clients. We’d be two brothers standing together against Tenneson’s school of legal sharks, a pair of Davids against an army of Goliaths. The sight of a half dozen lawyers in five thousand dollar suits showing up to try to steamroll over a small town lawyer representing a newly unemployed husband and father fighting for the daughter who was all he had left that could be taken from him rubbed the county judge in the family court the wrong way from day one. The fact that the newly unemployed husband and father was being divorced and sued for custody by a wife who had left him for the wealthy man who had so recently made the husband and father unemployed and was paying for the half dozen lawyers in five thousand dollar suits did nothing to relieve that first impression. When the mother of the wife who had left the newly unemployed husband and father angrily declared to the court that she would be happy to help her son-in-law care for her granddaughter but wanted nothing to do with her own daughter, some of those lawyers in five thousand dollar suits started to look nervous. And when copies of the wife’s “fuck you, loser kitchen help” farewell note threatening to keep the husband and father her lover had made newly unemployed from ever seeing his daughter again were distributed in court the half dozen lawyers in five thousand dollar suits looked as if they’d rather be anywhere else but in that county judge’s family court.

Ultimately, the judge took Kathy’s note at face value. She ruled that Kathy had relinquished all claim to our marital assets, not that there were all that many marital assets to claim; our house was in my mother’s name, as was the family business, so the assets consisted of our cars, IRAs and the contents of our savings and checking accounts. But most importantly, the judge agreed with Paul’s argument that Kathy’s threat was evidence of a negative attitude toward her own child and a clear unwillingness to “facilitate and encourage a close and continuing relationship between the other parent and the child.” She granted full custody of our daughter to me, allowing Kathy unlimited visitation but only with court-approved supervision. Kathy stared daggers at me as she left the courtroom, and Tenneson, who had shown up only on the last day of proceedings, probably expecting to bask in the triumph of my defeat and humiliation, had the shocked look of a hulking bully who had just been beaten by a 98 pound weakling.

We closed the restaurant that evening for a private celebration, though I seemed to spend most of the evening hugging a crying Rose O’Haney, thanking her for her support in court and assuring her that I didn’t feel that what Kathy had done was in any way her fault.

A couple of weeks after our divorce was final Kathy became the fourth Mrs. Troy Tenneson, and the “happy couple” made their home in Los Angeles. Kathy actually sent her mother a wedding invitation. Rose’s reaction was ... colorful, and became characteristic of their relationship from that point on.

Kathy flew back to Oregon in Tenneson’s private jet every week, but her visits with Callie became problematic. The court readily accepted Callie’s grandmothers as court approved supervision, but their home, the house Kathy’s parents had raised her in, proved to be unworkable as a visitation location. Kathy and her mother kept getting into screaming arguments every time Kathy visited, the last of which ended with Rose calling her daughter “an evil bitch she was ashamed had ever come from her womb,” and declaring that Kathy “should never again dishonor her sainted father’s memory by setting foot in his house.” We moved visitations to the restaurant, where we rearranged one of our two private dining rooms into a play space. Rose was more restrained in the presence of the staff and customers, but every time Kathy came, she took up a position at a table just outside the door, “just in case the bitch tries to do something she shouldn’t.”

My idea about going back to the restaurant turned out to be premature. The reality was that having grown up in the business there wasn’t all that much left for me to learn about running it, and until my mother was ready to retire, I wasn’t needed there full time. And since Mom’s opinion of retirement was that it was “waiting to die,” retirement wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. So when Marty Ball, my former boss from Maitland Operations who had been fired at the same time as me, stopped in one day to tell me that he and some of the other fired Maitland managers were getting together to talk about starting their own business and asked if I would be interested in joining them, my answer was an immediate, “Hell, yeah.”

The idea behind the new business, which we named “Phoenix,” after the mythical bird that erupts in flames as it dies and is reborn out of the ashes (we almost called it “Lazarus,” but someone had beaten us to the name, believe it or not) was to bring the suppliers who had been lowballed or dropped as vendors by the “new” Maitland together to form a cooperative. We’d produce a high-quality product, and market it to boutique natural food retailers who were increasingly refusing to carry the lower quality “new Maitland” products. Our foot in the door was that we were the management group from the “old” Maitland they used to have a good business relationship with

Since we didn’t have any “operations” to manage yet, and if we ever did Marty would manage them, I was tasked to apply my previously untapped MBA to devise a business plan we could present to banks to secure funding and a marketing plan to convince the people we wanted to bring together that we could actually sell what we proposed to produce. That was what I was working on the day the call came.

“Geoff!” Paul’s shouting voice came from my phone when I picked up, “Where are you?”

“Meeting in Pendleton,” I replied concerned at his tone, “What’s up?”

“Kathy tried to take Callie! Rose tried to stop her, and ... Rose and Callie are both in the hospital, it’s bad, Geoff, you have to get back here!”

“On my way!” I shouted, and quickly broke up my meeting and ran for my car. I was about seventy miles from home, and probably broke every speed limit there was along the quickest route back.

As I drove, Paul brought me up to speed. Kathy had arrived for her visitation as usual, in a big, fancy car with a driver, who always waited in the lounge while Kathy was with Callie. But at the end of the visit, Kathy grabbed Callie’s arm and started dragging her out the front door. Rose tried to stop them, but Kathy’s driver stepped up and blasted Rose in the face with pepper spray, and as Rose started screaming the two of them exited with Callie in tow.

Somehow, despite the searing pain and being nearly blinded by the chemicals in her eyes, Rose ran after them. When Callie saw her Gramma stumble and collapse in the street, she broke free from Kathy’s grasp and ran back toward Rose.

The driver of the truck wasn’t speeding, talking on his phone, texting or doing anything else he shouldn’t have been doing. But the realities of human reaction time and braking distance meant there was never any chance of swerving or stopping his huge, heavily loaded truck in time.

Much later, I would learn that the truck’s trailer was boldly emblazoned with the logo of “The NEW Maitland Mills.”

My mother-in-law, Rose Bridget O’Haney, died in the emergency room shortly after I arrived at the hospital. She was fifty-eight years old.

My daughter, Callie An Lee, lingered in a coma for eight days before her tiny body gave up fighting for life. She would have been seven in another month.

I “checked out” after that. I remember the doctor telling us Callie was gone. The next thing I knew, it was two days later and I was in the restaurant kitchen cutting up a chicken. It should have been disquieting to suddenly find myself with a razor-sharp cleaver in my hand and no memory of how it got there, or how I got where I was, but at the time it just didn’t seem to register. Apparently, Mom and Paul had sort of hovered over me and made sure I didn’t do anything to harm myself with sharp things as they waited for me to get hold of myself. I guess I did, but at the cost of not being able to feel much of anything for a very long while.

Arrangements were made for two more family funerals. I was surprised when I was informed that there were papers recently signed by Rose naming me as her next of kin for all legal matters and a will leaving everything to Callie and/or me, but it was something “Chinese-y” that Rose had picked up from spending so much time working and living with my Mom; I had married the daughter of a family with no sons, and Rose had disowned her daughter for leaving me. So the duty of making Rose’s final arrangements and disposing of her estate fell to me as Rose’s “son.”

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The Awakening of a Vengeful Phoenix - Part 16 - Chapter 21 A man is feminized by his wife and his business partner and framed for embezzlement. Can he survive the humiliations his wife intends to subject him to and start a new life? Thanks go out to Marina Kelly for her very valuable editorial assistance in improving the quality of this story. We find comments (good or bad) to be valuable in helping us to write a good story. Thank you. Sally forced herself to sit back...

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The Awakening of a Vengeful Phoenix Part 12 Chapter 17

A man is feminized by his wife and his business partner and framed for embezzlement. Can he survive the humiliations his wife intends to subject him to and start a new life? Thanks go out to Marina Kelly for her very valuable editorial assistance in improving the quality of this story. We find comments (good or bad) to be valuable in helping us to write a good story. Thank you. Chapter 17 Rob looked up at Jim and said, "Officer, thank you for getting us out of there. I don't...

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The Awakening of a Vengeful Phoenix Part 14 Chapter 19

A man is feminized by his wife and his business partner and framed for embezzlement. Can he survive the humiliations his wife intends to subject him to and start a new life? Thanks go out to Marina Kelly for her very valuable editorial assistance in improving the quality of this story. We find comments (good or bad) to be valuable in helping us to write a good story. Thank you. Chapter 19 Once in the car, Jim had convinced Diana that she should ride in the back seat with...

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On the Way to Phoenix Supernatural

"So? You can multitask," she cooed, ignoring the rebuke and reaching again for the belt, this time managing to free the end from the silver buckle. The hunter couldn't help but grin as he stole a glance at the brunette sidled up next to him with her hands now working the button on his jeans. He chuckled when she nibbled his ear but squirmed when he felt his fly being pulled open. "Hey," he groaned in quiet protest, "Sam's right behind us." She lifted her head to peer over the...

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Lindas Awakening Phoenix Style

Linda’sAwakening Phoenix Style Linda awoke to the buzzing of an alarm. What the hell? Dan must have left it on accidentally. He had told her he was going to get an early start, maybe sneak out of a session early, and she might have an exciting day, or something to that effect. She reached over, had to rise up and scoot across the bed to hit the alarm. At the same moment, she heard a quiet rap on the door accompanied by the soft call of “Room Service”. Oh, hell, she thought, as she got up,...

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Chennai Phoenix Mall Lady

Hi every one I am karan from chennai I have been at chennai for more than 5 years its been a nice city filled with full of romantic & sexy ladies. Hi to every sexy lady who are reading this story.Be ready to insert your middle finger into vagina as the story will make you hot. If you require my service directly well in that case you have to mail me to Let me start with the story I stay near to one of the well known shopping (phoenix market city ) mall at chennai, I stay at velachery its a...

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Project Phoenix Part 2 Chapter 2

This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual scenes and forced feminization. It is meant for adults only. Stop reading now if you're below 18. This story is a direct continuation of my two earlier stories set in the universe of Project Phoenix. Both of them are available here on FictionMania. Readers who are unfamiliar with them might want to read them first to get a better grasp of what's happening. I also would like to thank the readers who left reviews of my...

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Gangbanged in Phoenix

I'm glad you guys like my stories, thanks for the feedback! Here is another fucked up but true adventure. Like I said, I'm a dancer here in Las Vegas, but once in a while I get asked to be a model at a car show or event, basically I stand around all day in a bikini and heels and chit chat, etc. A GF of mine had an event lined up for two girls, it was an indoor car show in Phoenix, for some car wax. She said she would drive and we were getting put up at a hotel so I was down! I packed a few...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 8

David had been distracted all day. He hadn’t made much headway trying to figure out what he would do about the challenge posed by NPCs forming the Whores Guild to protect themselves from immortals. Part of him felt that if he were truly a good person he would just walk away. But the challenge and intensity of the game appealed to him. And a larger part of him thought that there needed to be a way for humans to explore the dark things within them: to let them out, to understand them, not to...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 11

David could hardly believe he was going forward with this. There were so many emotional pitfalls. His ethical concerns had not been assuaged so much as broadened. Hulda and Goody Brown had convincingly argued that much of the game involved challenging ethical trade offs. When it was just the question of intruding on the area of safety that the NPCs had built for themselves, he almost felt that he could grapple with the issue. But several of the NPCs welcomed Ariel. Also, the Whores Guild was...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 21

David needed some time away from game. He had flexibility with his job, but he had pushed that to the limit. Also, he needed time to take stock of where he was. The past day had been a whirlwind of activity. One real-world day ago, Ariel had started to work with real clients in the training brothel. Now, she was an initiate of the Whores Guild soon to be an apprentice. Even the David of three weeks ago would not recognize his life. The idea that it would feel natural to take a break from...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 27

In the previous fan chats, there had been no physicality prior to Ariel appearing in the parlor. It was more like David was viewing a document or had a settings panel open than being in a virtual environment. This time was different. David appeared in a dressing room. There was a padded bench along one wall, opposite the mirror that took up one side of the room. He was already dressed in slacks and a Phoenix Rising shirt. Someone knocked at the door. “Come in.” MarvForAriel entered. His...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 28

Life is good. I am well fucked after a night of adventuring. I lie in a tent next to Bandit Robin, my hand idly playing with the evidence of the aforementioned fucking that has collected between my legs. We ran the undead nest this evening, this time with no dying. It was a slog: Bandit Robin is right, my adventuring skills are well behind my level. And so the Foresters—well, Robin, Big John Tank and Will Scarlet at least—were constantly saving my ass. By the time we got through all the...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 36

David had taken things easy since the princess’s party. He had another liaison with Ryland and worked a shift at Uninhibited Liberation, but decided to spend some time in the real world. He took the time to wrap up final projects at work and to order a long-term immersive reality tank. Once the tank arrived in two days, he would be ready to play Ariel full-time. Marv asked for a quick chat, so David opened up the chat program and entered as Ariel. She invited Marv to join. He appeared in a...

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The Awakening of a Vengeful Phoenix Chapter 16

A man is feminized by his wife and his business partner and framed for embezzlement. Can he survive the humiliations his wife intends to subject him to and start a new life? Thanks go out to Marina Kelly for her very valuable editorial assistance in improving the quality of this story. We find comments (good or bad) to be valuable in helping us to write a good story. Thank you. Chapter 16 It took a few minutes for Sally to be completely coherent, but she was alert quickly...

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The Awakening of a Vengeful Phoenix Part 13 Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Rob and Sally's relationship evolved rapidly over the following days. It seemed as if they were making up for lost time, they acted like a cross between love-struck teens and long-lost lovers. As much as Rob's inner slut wanted to tear the clothes off both their bodies and have Sally ravish him, he managed to keep that side of himself locked under control. But that control was also a delicate thing that was easily lost. They discovered how strong the Diana side of Rob's...

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The first time in Phoenix

It was my first trip to Pheonix and I was eager to meet a shemale.My brother had some LA Express Newspapers and I found myself intrigued by the shemale ads. I started to collect them on my own and frequently edge myself until I exploded on the transsexual pages. When I got to Phoenix, I immediately found an LA Express. Super excited, looked through a few ads and saw an amazingblonde with tantalizing tits. My cock was twitching and call her right away. I stopped at the first pay phone and...

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Phoenix Love Chapter 2

My date with Daddy was amazing! First off, the weather couldn’t have been any more perfect. It was a bright sunny day, not too hot out and with the slightest hint of a breeze. A few light fluffy clouds broke up the beautiful blue sky adding a lovely contrast. Daddy took me to this new clothing shop where they had the most wonderful clothes! Clothes that made me feel so grown up and even sexy and Daddy let me pick whatever I wanted. He would tell me how he felt about them, but as a man, not as...

Love Stories
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Phoenix Love Chapter 1

Being a firefighter is a tough, demanding job. It is tough and demanding on the firefighter himself, but it is also tough and demanding on the firefighter’s marriage. I should know, I am the product of a marriage that did not make it.My name is Tina, and I am sixteen years old at the time of my writing this story. My mom and dad got divorced two years ago, after fifteen years together. I live with my father because the court told me I could choose who I wanted to live with.It wasn’t always...

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Phoenix Pt 4 Epilog

The courier knocked twice on the door, then entered without waiting for a response. The strong scent of cigar smoke assaulted his nose and eyes as he stepped into the dimly lit room. Silhouetted by the curtained window, a large man sat at a desk. He raised his head to look at the approaching courier. The man behind the desk didn’t seem to be alarmed by the intrusion of this particular individual, though few men would dare to enter his office unannounced. The alarm sensors indicated that...

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Phoenix Pt 2 Ch 11

‘How’d I get here?’ Béla asked, looking around her shared quarters. Then she understood. ‘You’re dream-walking!’ Béla exclaimed. ‘I’m still asleep outside the farmhouse!’ ‘What farmhouse?’ Elaine asked. Béla slid off the bed and held out her hand to Elaine. As Elaine reached for her sister’s hand, she found herself standing next to Béla’s sleeping body outside a farmhouse. She looked around, her eyes wide with wonder. ‘This is incredible!’ Elaine exclaimed. ‘Just trying to see the...

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Phoenix Ch 1

We made reservations at this gorgeous hotel in Phoenix, actually in Tempe. Its located at the top of a beautiful butte, and is very cut off from everyone. We arrive on a Monday and are leaving on Friday, hoping that it won’t be too busy during the week, and we’re right. We are immediately shown to our room upon arrival, but we then notice that they’re regular rooms are equivalent to luxurious suites. Looking around, we notice a large living area, complete with couch, love seat, and recliner, as...

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Phoenix Ch 2

We made reservations at this gorgeous hotel in Phoenix, actually in Tempe. Its located at the top of a beautiful butte, and is very cut off from everyone. We arrive on a Monday and are leaving on Friday, hoping that it won’t be too busy during the week, and we’re right. We are immediately shown to our room upon arrival, but we then notice that they’re regular rooms are equivalent to luxurious suites. Looking around, we notice a large living area, complete with couch, love seat, and recliner, as...

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Lindas Awakening Phoenix Style

Linda’sAwakening Phoenix Style Linda awoke to the buzzing of an alarm. What the hell? Dan must have left it on accidentally. He had told her he was going to get an early start, maybe sneak out of a session early, and she might have an exciting day, or something to that effect. She reached over, had to rise up and scoot across the bed to hit the alarm. At the same moment, she heard a quiet rap on the door accompanied by the soft call of “Room Service”. Oh, hell, she thought, as she got up,...

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Phoenix

After high school I had a summer job that my uncle had arranged for me. It was in Phoenix, over a thousand miles away and in another state from home where no one knew me. I had just turned nineteen, was tall and slim and reasonably good looking. Back home, I’d been propositioned a few times by gay guys but always refused. I was afraid that someone would find out. But I always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a guy, but never had the nerve to say yes. Back then in Texas being gay...

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Rise of the Phoenix Part 1

Author's note: Author's note: Okay... there are a variety of things I want to say before you start reading this story. Firstly, this story is set in the near future, contains elements of satire and might not be seen as some to be particularly realistic on a few levels though the characters are generally representatives of particular types of people that exist in reality. Bear with this and consider the story set in an alternate reality if you have to. For my money Christopher Leeson's...

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Phoenix Park Night

I am a 32 year old married guy who happens to like wearing ladies' lingerie. My fondness for wearing lingerie goes back to my late teen years when I would wear my mother's clothes and underwear. I went on to wear my sister's undies and this continued into adult life where I have worn the undies of many ladies (without them knowing it). Until the time of this story, I never ventured out wearing women's clothes but on this particular night, I put on a pair of my wife's tights and a pair of red...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 1

Flush from the success of her first dungeon, Ariel was ready to celebrate. Her first dungeon for this character at least. Since she had been rolled up a short week ago, Ariel had been slogging through the low level animals and pests in the woods surrounding Berg’s Keep. After hitting level 5, she had joined a group looking to fill out their party for a dungeon crawl. And now, finally, it was time to celebrate. Getting away from her fellow adventurers had taken some work: her plans required a...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 4

Ariel had finished most of her cider. “I think I’m ready. Where are you taking me?” “This way.” Hulda stood and walked toward the bar. “Wait. Shouldn’t I put on pants?” “Nah, ya’ll be taken it all off right quick.” With some trepidation, Ariel stood to make her walk of shame. But as she stepped out from the table, nude from the waist down, she realized that any shame was only in her head. This was her triumph, not her shame. She had conquered her fears and earned the right to strut...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 6

Ariel had an awkward amount of time. Even after she took a much-needed bath, it was still early morning in game. Yet because of time compression, it was in the middle of the night in the real world. Sleep in game was refreshing, so David didn’t need her to log out and sleep. However, she doubted the Whores Guild were early risers. She had picked up Elemental Water Magic at level 6 and learned Ice Shard. She decided to spend some time practicing her new magic along with stealth. Ariel made...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 12

The training brothel is nothing like the main Whores Guild building. It’s a single-story sprawling wooden building, not the three-story colossus of the main Whores Guild. The front is nice though: polished hardwood doors under a carved facade. But I’m headed around back to the members entrance. I stand outside, looking at the door. I can’t believe I’m doing this. That’s true at so many levels. I cannot believe I’m streaming so much of my training. What happens if I fail: will I treat much of...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 16

I was pumped! My first time as a whore with real clients, and I had done well. It was naughty in a good way. And let me tell you out there it’s not easy. Perhaps I could have been a robot doll for the craftsman. I don’t think so though: he was happy that I was excited too, and he enjoyed bringing me to orgasm. The couple, no way. They actually needed help to get to a place where they were ready for a whore. I needed confidence. I needed to be open about what I was facing, and to understand...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 24

I woke to the smell of Jonathan—Jonathan on (and in) me, Jonathan in my bed, and as I turned my head, the smell of Jonathan’s hair. Naturally enough, he was attached to his hair, evenly breathing as he slumbered. I thought back to last night. I had seduced him. The plan was bold and direct: I walked up to him at the membership desk and said, “Jonathan, you should hire me as your whore.” “I should?” “Yes! My initiation was a great experience. I want to say thank you for that. I want to show...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 26

The sex followed by the fall could have been enough to explain David’s pounding heart. But of course that was only part of the story. He had decided to out himself—to tell Fyrefang3 and incidentally Lathandré that Ariel was played by a man. The decision still seemed right. But it was big; this would change his life. He expected the pounding heart, the knot in his gut, and the sweat. What would he have done had the game not stopped him? Would he have told them right there, after a brief...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 29

Today I’m on-call for midwife duty. Which of course means that I am woken up a couple of hours early to help with a birth. The good news is that this is my second birth where I am in charge. I am technically supervised since I am an apprentice, but the other whore—one of the girls who came to assist me in dealing with my moon blood—doesn’t say a word. Master Kessler is trying to get me ready for Artisan; this birth will get my apprentice midwife requirement out of the way. I am astonished...

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Phoenix Rising the Immortality CurseChapter 31

Tonight I am meeting with Rylander28. I don’t know his real-world name, but I do know that in the immortal world he is the son of Nama’s Child. The boundaries between the immortal world and Phoenix Rising are always complex for me. Emotions cross that boundary from character to player always. But this is more than that. I’m trying to introduce him to the world of physical intimacy. I will become one of the most important experiences in his life. It’s crazy—crazy hot and crazy insane both. I...

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Bla Book 2 PhoenixChapter 11

2076 a.d. Plague 'What in the world did you think you were doing?' Elaine demanded anxiously, shaking her roommate awake. Béla sat up and looked at her sister sitting on the bed next to her. Elaine looked upset and angry. They were back in her quarters on the great ship. 'How'd I get here?' Béla asked, looking around her shared quarters. Then she understood. 'You're dream-walking!' Béla exclaimed. 'I'm still asleep outside that farmhouse!' 'What farmhouse?' Elaine asked,...

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Phoenixs first taste

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Uther

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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