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Two Wrongs Make a Right / Chapter 4: The Turk (fm:one-on-one, 11485 words) [4/9] show all parts

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Two Wrongs Make a Right / Chapter 4: The Turk

June 2013

The man nicknamed "The Turk" was so named because he was from Turkey. He grew up Muslim but he wasn't a radical terrorist, he was a businessman. He didn't care about seventy virgins in heaven, he preferred talented whores on earth. He didn't terrorize countries with trucks, bombs, knives, and guns. Instead he quietly destroyed them with a trail of poppy tears from his homeland in Turkey.

Bayram Badem was a big man, just over six feet tall with broad shoulders, black curly hair he wore short, and olive skin. He could pass for Italian, Spanish, Hispanic, Middle Eastern, Northern African, and even Hindi. He had an array of aliases he used throughout the world but most people who did business with him knew him simply as The Turk.

Like his radical Muslim brethren, he was crazy and dangerous. Unlike his radical Muslim brethren, he was only dangerous to those who crossed him. He didn't give a shit about Allah or the Five Pillars of Islam.

He won her in a poker game. They were aboard his yacht anchored in Galveston. An American dealer named Bugsy showed up with the voluptuous brunette. Of course Bugsy wasn't the original Benjamin "Bugsy" Siegel nor did he bear any resemblance to the infamous Jewish gangster, he earned the nickname like the original Bugsy did - because he was as crazy as a bed bug. Unlike most women who spent time on his yacht, Aleja Alvarez didn't lounge on the deck. She sat inside the air conditioned cabin, sipping on a beer as she looked out the window and occasionally watched the men play.

The Turk admired her from the moment she set foot on his boat. She was different from the women he normally encountered. She wasn't a tall Barbie doll come to life with plastic tits, long fake hair, narrow hips, and long legs. She was relatively short, compact, with a Rubenesque figure bursting with sensuality. Despite her sexy body she didn't dress seductively instead she wore tan shorts that revealed shapely tanned legs and a white cotton blouse unbuttoned to reveal soft mounds of tantalizing flesh. Her accessories were utilitarian not flashy: white sneakers without socks and silver hoop earrings. Her long dark hair was tied in a ponytail that trailed over one shoulder. Despite the brunette distraction, he won the poker game and Bugsy relinquished an unhappy Aleja into his care.

He cleared the yacht so he could be alone with her. He not only found her sexually arousing but he was intrigued by her. Bugsy told him she was proficient with a gun and could drive a European sports car or an eighteen wheeler with the same skill.

The two of them ate in silence. The Turk preferred simple food and they dined on Yellowtail encrusted with breadcrumbs and roasted almonds topped with freshly diced tomatoes, scallions, shredded parmesan cheese and lime flavored butter. He watched her as she delicately ate her meal savoring each bite.

Bugsy took him aside after their poker game and told him Aleja had a temper. She could be as sweet as pie when treated well but the moment she was unhappy, she turned into a mean, vicious bitch. The Turk wasn't sure which Aleja he preferred for company: the mild mannered, lady-like brunette on the other side of the table or the fiery Latina fighter.

They were nearly done with their dinners when she said, "I'm not a whore."

He smiled. "No, I can see that. I do find you very attractive. Is that a sin?"

She took a gulp of the white wine, an expensive wine meant to be sipped. "If you want to fuck me, you'll have to seduce me."

"Or I could just throw you overboard and see how well you fare until you hit land."

She looked at him over the upturned glass of wine, her brown eyes blazing.

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