Chapter 1-War

Pan Ni Ni Com, Thailand

January 11, 1991

The first rush of pain hits me, before I was able to run. Taking a deep breath. I ran into the fields while gun fire flies overhead. I watch a American soldier run to my rescue. Another contraction hits and my vision blurs. I'm nine months pregnant and ready to pop. I lost my sandals, my feet are raw from running all day. I feel another painful contraction hit me. I hit the ground with both arms around my big belly. The young soldier turns, pulls me to my feet and drags me to the trees for cover. Soldiers move in from all around the trees. They bring me to a small camp. By this time the gunfire dies down. I feel a burning sensation in my arm and back. My contractions hit me even harder. I scream. The soldiers tell me to; "Breath! Gien, Breath!" I breath and push like my life depended on it. The soldiers sees blood leaking from my arms and back, "Oh shit! Gien got shot." Five hours later. We survived, my baby and I, but I have some shrapnel in my arm and back. I lost consciousness, after I gave birth. Luckily, I didn't have to push anymore. "Let's clean her up and get her to the medieval. Where her husband is at?" They flew us to a refugee camp in Pan Ni Ni Comm, Thailand; before I gave birth. On January 11, 1991 my beautiful mienh baby girls were born.

San Francisco, California 

waking up was never hard for me to do. Every morning, I do the same thing, make coffee, workout for 30 minutes, shower, and breakfast. Then work at 6am. I'm a photographer. At 5'3 feet, I'm taller than most Asian girls. I have long black hair that comes down to my ass. I'm thicker than most models, and well rounded and well shaped mostly muscle. I workout three times a week and have marshal arts lessons twice a week. Most people call me perfect, beautiful, or even exotic. The right piece of ass. I don't take it personally, I just say, you must not get a lot of ass. I pull the same line each time and get the same answer. They don't take it well or they laugh it off. I'm a very blunt person most people are very opinionated. They think facts don't add up. For me, facts are all I need. I take care of people for a living, but I've been thinking about changing careers for a long time now.

my number one rule is to "mind my own business " or at the very least look like I am. I've learned in this job everything is my business. I also learned everything can be contradictory, depending on who your talking to and how to look for all the clues.

My phone rings, and I decided to let it go to voicemail. I know who's calling. Greg D'Anglo, my husband. He missed another dinner with me last night. He said he be there, but he never made it. He's a tall 5'11, fully builted monster, with an extremely handsome face, beautiful smile, and smarter than most men. He's also my accountant. I know I can trust him with my money, but trusting him with my heart is another story. I have a busy schedule; 10 photo shoots; a meeting with fundraiser, and an hour therapy session. That's just for today. Most of the time it's more or less.

I decide to call Freddy Logsdon, my partner to see if he's up. I meet him in College; we fell head over heels for each other. We both love films, photos, and movies. We are also both diagnosed with PTSD. We both have our own war stories, and scares to prove them, so I don't ask and he doesn't tell. He's an Orgre of a man, with a body built like a bull, quite, strong, and smart. He's also 5'11 with a great smile that's gets him far in life. Just what I like about him. We had a lot in common with each other, even loved the same things, and have the same kind of jobs. The only thing we don't have in common is I'm a morning person and he's a night person. He also can't stand to take photos of dead people. He say that's my job. By the time I'm done with my shift, he's getting ready to start his. 

"Morning, Freddy. How are you doing? I'm at the office, just wanted to see if your up still, and when do you want to meet and fill me in for the day." We meet at the same place, same time, to pass on information to each other. 

"I just got back, I'll be at the shop soon and I'll send you the file; I have. I'll get back to you before then."

"Nice; thank; soo you soon."

"See you soon."

Normally we just read each other notes, but most days we spend a lot of time together talking and getting to know our clients. We will be meeting at dinner, a little before 6 pm at the coffee shops that is down the street from our office. 
"Ring! Ring! Ring!" I picked up the phone this time.

"Hello, Nai speaking." Another client.

"Hello, it's Jenifer Morgan. I have a photo shoot with you today, but I have to cancel."

Dam, I just got up and the request are already coming in.

"Ms. Morgan, did you want to reschedule your appointment."

"Yes please. When can I reschedule?"

I check my schedule and next Wednesday is free at 1pm."

"How's next Wednesday at 1pm?"

"Thanks that works for me."

"Goodbye, Ms. Morgan."

"Goodbye, Nai."

I know all the tricks in the book. I also do a lot of research and reading. The hardest thing for me to work on is a murder case, some of the girls get too dirty. I don't like dirty things and they do get dirty.

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