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"Dawson sat with Phillipe Julliard at a quiet corner table inside the posh restaurant of The Continental Hotel.
Julliard was L'Unione Corsican's Man-In-Saigon. He was balding, clean-shaven, double-chinned, stocky, dark-complexioned,and on the far side of fifty. Exuberant and fastidious, Julliard was attired in his customary double-breasted white linen suit. This crafty old gangster had been a Saigon resident since 1940. He had successfully dealt with the French, the Japanese, the Vietminh, the Binh Xuyen, the Diem regime, the VC, the Chinese Triads, the Americans, the whole lot.
Dawson sipped his usual iced lemon tea while Julliard relished his first cognac of the evening.
'So, my dear Jason, can we TRUST Air America?"
'Hell, NO! But for three million dollars, I'm prepared to take my chances.'
Julliard rolled his eyes, then whistled very softly. 'Three million
U.S. dollars! A lot of money, mon ami........Jason, you have dealt with Air America BEFORE, yes?'
'Yeah. Essentially they're scum: third-rate American pilots, CIA contract employees - all of them obnoxious drunkards -
looking to dump their Hmong hilltribe heroin onto the Saigon market.'
'And then it flows DIRECTLY into the veins of your American GIs?'"
From the pages of the sexotic shemale thriller-novella:
NIGHT OF THE DRAGON:
Some books you READ.
Other books you FEEL.
You'll 'feel' NIGHT OF THE DRAGON
by Angelo Victor Mercure
Copyright 2003.
Second Edition, Mags Inc. Books
Ordering Information: www.magsinc.com
Or: www.ladyboysuncut.com
Questions?: [email protected]
Or: [email protected]
Thanks, all.
Mr. Lonely
Julliard was L'Unione Corsican's Man-In-Saigon. He was balding, clean-shaven, double-chinned, stocky, dark-complexioned,and on the far side of fifty. Exuberant and fastidious, Julliard was attired in his customary double-breasted white linen suit. This crafty old gangster had been a Saigon resident since 1940. He had successfully dealt with the French, the Japanese, the Vietminh, the Binh Xuyen, the Diem regime, the VC, the Chinese Triads, the Americans, the whole lot.
Dawson sipped his usual iced lemon tea while Julliard relished his first cognac of the evening.
'So, my dear Jason, can we TRUST Air America?"
'Hell, NO! But for three million dollars, I'm prepared to take my chances.'
Julliard rolled his eyes, then whistled very softly. 'Three million
U.S. dollars! A lot of money, mon ami........Jason, you have dealt with Air America BEFORE, yes?'
'Yeah. Essentially they're scum: third-rate American pilots, CIA contract employees - all of them obnoxious drunkards -
looking to dump their Hmong hilltribe heroin onto the Saigon market.'
'And then it flows DIRECTLY into the veins of your American GIs?'"
From the pages of the sexotic shemale thriller-novella:
NIGHT OF THE DRAGON:
Some books you READ.
Other books you FEEL.
You'll 'feel' NIGHT OF THE DRAGON
by Angelo Victor Mercure
Copyright 2003.
Second Edition, Mags Inc. Books
Ordering Information: www.magsinc.com
Or: www.ladyboysuncut.com
Questions?: [email protected]
Or: [email protected]
Thanks, all.
Mr. Lonely
