As The World Turns

The very vivacious, all baking, all cooking, all dancing, all singing lovely Ah May passed the torch to me to keep the Lin Clan story burning. There can be many twists and turns and indeed reading all 11 prior chapters was a hoot.

These are the Rules

Chapter 1 - Lin Peh
Chapter 2 - PJ
Chapter 3 - Lilian (password: chapter3)
Chapter 4 - Cocka Doodle
Chapter 5 - Ah Pek
Chapter 6 - Helen
Chapter 7 - Zara's Mama
Chapter 9 - Seng Kor
Chapter 10 - LB
Chapter 11 – May

LIN DYNASTY CHAPTER 12

The Flyboy walked back to his stool and the bar and downed his Scotch. He motioned to the bartender for another. As he sat there pondering his next move, his mine wandered back so many years ago to the time when he first had stopped by Mamasan Lin’s Kai Tow at the base of Tanjung Pinang’s Bukit Keretapi. The Simple American’s brethren were still in Vietnam then.

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Deceptively, from the outside, it looked like any other decrepit kopi shack in the neighbourhood amongst all the asam laksa stalls. Passing through the front at the shop, after reluctantly greeting the smelly Unke pouring the kopi, at the back of the Acme refrigerator, there is a concealed button, pressing it, a hidden door slid aside and a spectacle awaited you. No wonder Mamasan Lin had all the girls in the whole Tanjung Pinang region working for her. Once you stepped inside, it looked like no other mansion you ever saw. Tiled from floor to ceiling with the finest Italian wall tiles, floored with the finest Ipoh marble, furnished with Qing Dynasty antiques, the demonstration of palatial corpulence was immense. There was a flowing natural water fall one side of the immense room, fully air-conditioned; it was truly a paradise in heaven. As he admired the original Olive Tree painting by Van Gogh, a curtain parted at the side and entering the vast hall was a very young, pretty, slim curvaceous lady with straight long black hair, clad in a stunning, figure hugging red Cheong Sam with a gold dragon motif that started at the hem of the left thigh, ending with the Dragon’s head at the tip of the right breast. It left little to the imagination. **Karen Carpenter’s Yesterday Once More playing in the background**

“Flyboy! I see you are back again. How is your business with that Air America lot in Laos ah?” Mamasan Lin asked, beaming.

“It was excellent! I made so many gun runs for that Viet Cong General Thong I lost count. Now I need some R & R” replied the Flyboy.

“Yes, I can see that” Mamasan Lin purred.

She held on to the Flyboy’s hand and gently led him to one side of the hall. Pressing a hidden button, another door opened and she pulled him into the master suite. A pink heart shaped water bed lay in the middle of the room; Sergio Mendes was humming softly in the background, a mirror in the ceiling, the room softly illuminated with the colours popular during those days, a psychedelic mixture of pastel. “You know I don’t bring people into my personal bedroom you know, it’s my girls who do all the work.” Softly the words came

“Aw…Mamasan, you know there is only one girl in this whole mole hill who could satisfy me” grunted the Flyboy as he struggled to take off his new Rawhide boots. Finally he got them off and turned to face the Mamasan, who had been watching bemused. He pulled her by the waist towards him and gently nuzzled her breasts through her dress. As she softly moaned, with one hand, he deftly, slowly undid the chrysanthemum buttons at the side, all the while caressing her erogenous lower back and buttocks. At last the dress dropped open, exposing her soft white body clad only in a creamy lace bra and panties. He could feel her hands undoing his jeans and felt them dropping the floor. The persistent stirring in his loins had now blossomed into a full hard erection and he could feel her hands now softly caressing his exposed member. He gently started kissing her neck, moving up towards her ears, playfully flicking her lobes with his tongue, the bra and panties were slowly peeled off. He could feel her now bare perky breasts rubbing against his chest and he slowly brought one hand up and slowly massaged her left breast, gently, kneading, playfully arousing her nipple. Pressed together in each others warmth, he gently drew her to the bed where he started a slow sensual massage for her, working down her back to her warm moist womanhood. Engaging in an intense extended foreplay culminating in an orgasmic climax which neither wanted to finish.

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As he tossed another Scotch down, the Flyboy remembered the letter Mamasan Lin had sent to him while she was in prison. That place had changed her; she was no longer the demure Mata Hari he once knew. When he read that letter, its contents had send shockwaves through him.

“Darling, I think now is the time to tell you this. During our times together, how I had lusted for you to come and get rid of that stinking impotent Unke who pretends to be my husband. Even a mouse’s cock can stand harder and straighter than his. If only his Tai Kor’s hadn’t to threaten to feed me to the Iguanas I would have flown long ago.

Now it is the time I told you, as you were my only lover then, before I became so distraught with that Lou Yea Unke even mengkali I also take. But one of the mengkali was too much so I had to chop him into pieces, I was going to feed it to the Unke but he must have called the polis, that bastard.

Ever since you had to move away to Canada, I never got the chance to tell you.

You have two daughters. Unke thought I was pregnant with boys but actually they are girls, I swapped them at the hospital with aunti Lillian. One is called Ahmay and the other one Ahjomel. Ahmay was raised in KL by Albieno’s sister but she damn blur, after she found out who I was, she went to confront that lousy fella Unke and now he kidnapped her and use her worse than bangalah worker. Got to clean his stinking feet, stinking body, that fella never did know how to use deodorant.

Ahjomel have been cared for by Mother Superior (1-800-Holiness) in Singapore so she doesn’t know a thing and is now running loose somewhere around KL thinking she is a Tai Tai, if she only Really knew! I hear she is a very groovy gurl by the way.

Btw I’m still very loaded you know, lucky that Bukit Keretapi got a lot of hiding places to stash cash before that Unke steal all from me and then play me out by calling the polis and eloping with Helen. I really want you to give her a good anal screw before I take my revenge and get all my choy chan back.

I am now asking you to also help free Ahmay from the clutches of that Klutz. And you might want to find Ahjomel to let her know who we are.

I will call you once I’m out of prison. I got lobang wan”

Reflecting on that letter and the subsequent phone call. The Flyboy now had to figure out a way to get to Ahjomel and enlist her help to free Ahmay. His thoughts wandered back to that plane trip and the very short and very intense tryst with Helen. A curl formed at his lips, no wonder that Ah Pek and Unke all lusted for her. She had a vaginal control that was out of this world. Kidnapping and playing with her might be fun.

He picked up his and started dialing Mother Superior’s number; he had to find out where the next author Ahjomel will be. He will need her help to plot out his next nefarious move.