Your Own Private Saigon

By Mary Fewko

Grant de Temple shot an unarmed teen. While on administrative leave, he decides he must apologize face to face with the dead teen's brother, who has excommunicated himself from society, living off the grid and spending all his time at an S & M house. Meanwhile, the girls there have grown so paranoid from the increased surveillance in their city that they've developed a secret language from the bruises that come with all the whipping and flogging.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Fewko
• Release date: May 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311877253

Mary Fewko

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YOUR OWN PRIVATE SAIGON

Written By Mary Fewko

This story is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are fictitious. Similarities to real people, alive or dead, are coincidental.

Copyright © January 2016 by Mary Fewko

SMASHWORDS Edition 2016

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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'Have You Seen Me?' Asked a dirty coaster no bar patrons ever replied to. At this point the face was watered down from the repeated placing of beverages on the cardboard. Grant de Temple was beginning to feel guilty every time be placed his beer on this coaster, feeling rather he should be out there looking for this missing teenager, not sitting in this bar he'd normally never visit as a consumer. His usual run, with his police badge on, would be to maybe step in, question the owner, put fear in the eyes of drug lords in the making, and carry on. The last few nights were different: Grant was on administrative leave.

We're continuing with the story of Black Lives Matter activists interrupting a speech by the police commissioner today, it seemed Grant's televised sin wouldn't leave him alone either. "The commissioner was praising the effective nature of the recent surge in CCTV cameras, used for surveillance en masse throughout the city, when one of the activists intersected with this to say: and we have reports of a head trauma Mr. Grant de Temple suffered a year previous to the murder of Shane Fahey, whose beautiful family is with us, weeping with us today, and these reports indicate the trauma taking place in a part of the brain responsible for processing colors and patterns. There are also reports of certain protocol trainings involving the color of t-shirts certain males in certain areas of the city wear and..."

Grant almost couldn't believe, but he actually managed to drown out the news and only focus on the collective chatter of all the patrons in the bar. He had no choice for if he looked too interested in the story it could seem slightly uncharacteristic. He had to look like it didn't matter to him, how most older white men reacted to these stories as they were flooding the news.

Grant acted like it wasn't him on the TV, like it wasn't