V Is 4 Victims-Secrets R Revealed Under Hidden Video Camera

Mathew and his wife Dove have been married for more than a dozen years. They share two beautiful children, Ken and Jen, a nine year old boy and a seven year old girl. The family of four are immigrants living in the U. S.

Mathew has a tenured job at a university in Fort Worth, Texas. He loves his wife and believes that life is so far perfect for him.

Until the fateful day comes, that’s when his wife’s younger sister Daisy comes to live with them.

Daisy is single. She has broken up with her 2 year long boy friend because she finds out that he has been cheating on her. Daisy is hurt and after she finishes her bachelor’s degree back in her home country, she comes to the U. S. visiting her sister, wishing to get accepted to a university in the U. S. to change her fate.

Unfortunately, she has been rejected by all three majors she has applied. Thus she has to face the music: go back to her country to find a job, or stays in the U. S. by changing her status from visiting relatives to student.

Dove loves her sister and considers her sister an innocent victim. And Dove has called her parents via international phone service to discuss the situation. Of course, American dream is not easily to be given up. Dove is asked to do whatever she can to support Daisy. It is an order from her respected parents.

Thus, on this lovely evening, Dove showers herself fresh and clean, and lays herself gently in her husband’s arms the way she always does…Mathew is about forty years old, he always feels pleased by his wife’s full breasts and delicate skins…he gets high almost instantly, without worrying about whether or not the kids have fallen asleep, or what Daisy has been doing in her guest room, the couple start their love making with deep passions.

They make some noises, but hunger and thirst overcome fears. They continue doing it, fully enjoying their heat.

Suddenly, Dove pushed her husband away while he is at his peak point.

“What’s the matter?” Mathew whispers, his hands gently squeeze his wife’s breasts.

“Nothing, I simply want to stop.” Dove tells a whopper, she wants to make a deal.

“I know there must be something, I can do anything for you, dear.”  Mathew is out of breath…He almost begs his wife.

“I want you to help my sister Daisy.”  Dove knows that if she does not spit it out, she may not have another chance.

“On behalf of you, dear, I will help her.”  Mathew whispers in her ears.

“How?” Dove is curious, holding back her desire for her hubby.

“Trust me, I will figure out a way.” Mathew pulls his wife closer, placing his lips on hers, with their bodies pressing hard…

…

With the help of Mathew, Daisy is accepted into the university with a major related to Mathew, Daisy is not really interested in studying under her brother-in-law, but she has no other options at the moment. Hopefully, she can switch her major later the year…

Daisy has trouble with her spoken English, she struggles a lot with her homework assignments…Thus, at home, with the support of her sister Dove, Daisy has easy access to Mathew, they would discuss homework solutions at the study before dinner time, with Dove being busy in the kitchen preparing for dinner.

Everything seems so fine, everyone is getting what they want. Daisy would play with Ken and Jen during weekends, help them with their homework assignments. The family of five goes to picnic at Locale Park at times…Dove is happy..

Until one day, Dove wakes up in the middle of the night, finding that her husband is not sleeping next to her. She realizes something, something really bad. Yet she holds her horses and pretends to be asleep. And when her husband comes back to their room and lays himself gently next to her, she breathe evenly making sure he does not know she is awake,

And the next day, she played the video camera that was installed in her house a few years ago…Dark secrets are revealed under the hidden camera. Her heart sinks when she sees that her husband has been going to her sister’s room every night after she is asleep.

She pretends knowing nothing.  She swallows hard when her sister Daisy smiles happily at her when she takes out the most festive dishes in the evening.

And the next day, after Mathew and Daisy come home, they can not find Dove, but see a note left on the table:

“To my dearest husband and my most darling sister:

I was diagnosed with breast cancer and the doctor said that both of my breasts must be removed to save my life. I have decided to take one third of the savings and go back to our home country to get treated…I will be gone for 2 or 3 years…please take good care of the kids and wait for news from me.

With love,

Dove”

And Dove has simply disappeared…Mathew can not quite his job, and Daisy is in the middle of her studies …They choose to remain, while Mathew has tried his best trying to contact his wife via other family members, but no one ever sees Dove.

Dove has no breast cancer. She has figured out a way to get out of her failed marriage, and she has used some money to change her appearance so that nobody recognizes her. Then she has used the rest of the money to open a private business in a far away town in her home country, her goal is to be independent, stay single, and give love to those who are poor or disadvantaged…

After two years, a lawyer comes to visit Mathew and his marriage to Dove is announced to be over.

“I am a victim of all these.” Mathew cries, but no one hears him.

Who is the victim in this story? You decide.

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IS 4 VICTIMS!

Magpie Tale-1 2 3 do re mi

1 2 3,
do re mi,
1 2 3,
do re mi,
1 2 3 4 5 6 7,
do re mi fa sol la Si,
…

Ms. Linda’s voice keeps echoing in my ears. She was my 2nd grade music teacher in elementary school and had the sweetest voice any female could dream about.

“1 2 3 4 5 6 7 , do re mi fa sol la Si are pelicula sound of music, it is the tools to build a song.Once you have these basic elements in head, you can compose or sing thousands of millions of different tunes by mixing them up by random…”

Ms. Linda continued, she wanted to make sure that her students knew how music works.
And her efforts did pay off. The whole class loved singing during music time except me. I only opened my mouth and did not let my voice out.

At first Ms. Linda focused her eyes on me.

I continued failing to sing.

Then, Ms. Linda paused with a smile:” Someone did not sing along, please stop the silence.”

I still remained silence, this time, not even opening my mouth.

Now, Ms. Linda walked toward me after the class finished a full round.

“Joyee, you always have such natural smiles on your face when you walk into the class. I love seeing you in class and feel like smiling when I see you. I am sure
your voice is beautiful and adds credit to the class as a whole.”

My face turned red. I could not sing because the other day, when I tried to model a famous singer on TV, my best friend Lan told me that my voice was among the worst, I should never try to sing anything at all. I always trusted my friend and her words.
I agreed that I am never a singer and decided to stop singing at all.

Of course, I could not tell my reason in front of my classmates.

And I failed to sing along the whole class period.

Ms. Linda spoke to me in person in her office later that day. She forgave me after listening to my explanations.

“Joyee, you voice is very different from others, but this does not mean you are not a singer, you sing for fun, you sing for pleasure...most importantly, I believe that
you could become a folk song singer.”

I remembered her words until today. I have never become a famous singer or a singer with specialization on folk music, but it does not matter. For more than thirty years, I hear Ms. Linda’s encouraging words and never hesitate singing any song for fun. And I love music and enjoy attending concerts all my life.

Two years ago, Ms. Linda committed suicide.

She has developed her career very successfully and has become the principle of the school after 20 years of excellence in teaching. but, as a female, she has faced doubts, questions, and personal attacks.

According to rumor: The major reason for her suicide is that her husband has filed a divorce case against her due to his assumption that she has had an love affair with the school superintendent, a powerful male who used to be a language art teacher in the same elementary school.

And they are close colleagues for more than a dozen years.

I don’t care what has led Ms. Linda’s death. I value her for her encouragement and care for her students. I never have kept in touch with her personally, but her words sing in my head for my life time.

I bought a statue with a girl singing proudly and it reminds me of Ms. Linda.

I wrote this poem for my lovely music teacher Ms. Linda,
May peace and love be with her.

I heard you singing when the dawn was near,
With silver dews eagerly waits for the sun to appear.
You sing all day through,
With the sun drinking up the dew.
You continue to sing during evening hours,
Your voice lulls both animals and flowers.
your song sounds like sweet and yummy ice creams,
I trust that your singing echos lovers’ dreams.
Satisfied, when all the obstacles are cleared,
All of a sudden, the spell of your song has disappeared.
All alone,
Without your lovely song,
I am ready for everything that lies ahead,
I move forward, no fears or dread.

By Joyee on June 8th, 2010/Tuesday.

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