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By Arby and Julie Ann


My name is Michelle Chen.  I am a third generation Chinese-American
living in Miami, Florida.  My family has owned and operated the Ming
Garden restaurant for many years and it has become one of the most
popular eating places on Miami Beach.  I attended Florida State
University, majoring in criminal science.  I went there on an athletic
scholarship playing soccer and softball.  I tried out for the U.S.
national softball team but was one of the last two cuts, so I came back
home and joined the police department.  I think my parents were
disappointed that I did not join them in the restaurant, but my brothers
already work there, so the succession is in place.  I worked very hard at
my job and have received several promotions. I am currently serving as an
undercover narcotics officer.  As for my physical description: I am
short, only 5'1" but I work out religiously.  I started while preparing
for sports that I played and I liked the way it makes me feel so I
continued on.  It also helps with me job. So right now I weigh a fairly
muscular 135 pounds.  Some say I am pretty, but that is a distraction in
my work because I needed to blend in. That is until my latest case.  I
was assigned to try to get close to  Ross Baddour, who was suspected of
being maybe the biggest drug trafficer in all of the state. He owned a
penthouse apartment right on the ocean in Miami Beach.  He recently
bought a 7 million dollar house in Boca Raton, even at today's depressed
real estate prices.  This time being pretty was an asset in my work as I
was able to get Ross' attention.  I had been his so-called girl friend
for months, but could find no evidence to tie on him.  I could overhear
snippets of telephone conversations but nothing else. Ross was smart, I
noticed that he always used the throwaway phones, used them once and got
rid of them.  I had my work cut out for me, trying to get evidence tying
him to the drug trade.  Finally I was going to get a break!  I was going
to spend the night at his Boca Raton house and he had a meeting the next
morning there.  I took a small, high tech video recorder and put it a
special purse i had made just for it.  The recorder fit in a pocket in
the purse and looked outward through a very small opening in the purse.
The only down side to all of this was that I would have to spend the
night with Ross.  He is a big man and heavy. Big hands, big arms big
shoulders but also a big belly.  The thought of having to go to bed with
him was almost sickening.  If I did it would also invalidate the case, so
tonight I have to play like I am sick.  I hope I am a good actress.  I
heard Ross coming in and I laid down on the sofa and started moaning. 
"What is wrong?" he asked.  "My stomach" I replied.  I had eaten
something earlier. We were supposed to go to dinner at GiGi's a very nice
upscale restaurant there.  I told Ross that he should go ahead and go
without me, that I really did not feel like  eating.  He got dressed and
left me on the sofa.  After he was gone, I checked out the recorder to
make sure I could operate it and that it was completely noiseless. 
Everything seemed to be working fine.  About thirty minutes before he was
due back I changed and went to bed.  The first thing he did upon
returning was look for me in the bedroom.  Since I was pretending to be
asleep he went into the den and turned on the tv.  I could hear
the distant sounds of a baseball game that he was watching before I
really did drift off to sleep.  I don't know what time Ross came to bed,
but I woke up at 7:00am.  I went into the kitchen and made coffee.  I
could hear Ross beginning to stir, then he came walking into the
kitchen.  He was fully dressed which was unusual for him that early in
the morning.  "Visitors coming" he daid.  I asked him if he wanted
breakfast and of course he said yes.  I fixed eggs and a bagel for him,
and as he was eating I went back to the bedroom.  I took a quick shower
and started to get dressed.  i caught my relection in the mirror.  I
looked at my flat, rippled stomach and the muscles in my arms, legs and
shoulders.  "Not bad ever if i do say it myself" I thought.  I dressed in
a sleevless top, shorts and my 3 inch heels.  Ross liked for me to wear
them and if I did not that would be something different for him to
notice.  I wanted things to be as routine as possible today.  With my 3
inch heels I was 5'4".  That was not close to Ross'6'1" but it was the
best I was going to do.  We sat down to wait.  We didn't have to wait
long.  A black BMW 740I pulled into the driveway.  And two men got out. 
I slipped my hand into the purse and started the recorder.  The men
knocked on the door and Ross let them in.  He introduced them as the
Garcia brothers, Juan and Alfredo.  I nodded politely to them and tried
to stay out of the way.  Aflredo was carrying a briefcase.  He placed in
on the coffee table in the living room and opened it.  It was full of
money.  Ross excused himself and went into his office, a room he always
kept locked when he was not here.  He came back with a package.  The men
opened it.  Juan stuck his finger into the white powder that was in the
container, then tasted it.  "This is good stuff" he said.  "90%pure" Ross
answered him.  Aflredo produced a test kit and took a small amount.  He
ran his test and said "This is off the charts".  Ross smiled.  He said
"You know why I charge top dollar now, you get premium grade material. 
You can cut this many times before you sell it."  The Garcia brothers
took the package, shook hands with Ross and left.  I excused myself to go
to the bathroom.  I called the officers who were waiting for my call. 
Three blocks from Ross' house they pulled over the Garcia brothers and
arrested them.  Now I was alone in the house with Ross.  He was busy
counting his money when I pulled my badge and pistol out of my purse. 
"Ross" I said.  He looked up.  I grinned. "You are under arrest, honey" 
I said to him while covering him with my pistol.  "You bitch" he screamed
at me, but he didn't move because the gun barrel never wavered from the
center of his chest.  I was thinking about calling for back-up when my
cell phone rang.  I glanced down at it and Ross made his move he leaped
at me and knocked the pistol away.  "Now I am gonna beat the shit out of
you, you fuckin' cop bitch" he screamed. I punched him hard on his jaw
and he stumbled.  I grabbed his arm and threw him into the table.  I then
kicked him hard in the face.  When he slumped down I kicked him in the
stomach. Then I smashed my right fist into his face twice very hard into
his jaw then his chin.  Ross dropped down to his knees.  I went around
behind and kicked him in his back. I could hear him groaning with pain. 
I took his hands and held them behind his back and kicked him right in
the ass. Ross was struggling to get to his feet so I kicked his left leg
and he went to his knees again.  I then took my right foot and landed a
vicious kick to his chest.  He flopped over on his back.  I kicked him in
his stomach for good measure with my left foot. I knew my only chance was
to cause him so much pain that he could not concentrate, because if he
ever focused he could probably squash me like a bug.  I picked up a chair
and hit him over the head with it.  Unfortunately it was not a sturdy
chair, but a flimsy one that was actually more for decoration than for
sitting.  It broke over his head causing blood to come out.  That is not
enough.  Ross is struggling to get to his feet.  I let him get up ant
picked up a wine bottle from the table and slam it on his left ear.  It
did not shatter into hundreds of pieces like they do in the movies, but
it did break and wine was running out, so i discarded the bottle. Now
blood is also coming from his left ear.  I am standing right in front of
him.  I set myself and bury my right fist deep in his belly.  OOOOFFFF
the air exploded out of him.  Then my left fist blasted into the right
side of his gut followed by the same punch on the other side with my
right fist.  Now Ross was gagging and fighting for air and to keep; from
vomiting.  Now I sent a powerful left hook into his mouth, ripping and
tearing his lips.  Blood sprayed out and they immediately started to
swell to almost twice their normal size.  Ross fell to the floor with
blood still oozing from his torn and battered lips.  Ross is fighting to
get to his feet again.  I stand back and allow him to rise to his feet. 
Then I smash a savage punch straight into his nose with my hard right
fist. His nose explodes in a shower of red blood, like a ripe tomato
being hit with a sledgehammer.  Ross went down like he had been shot,
laying on his back staring up at the ceiling.  I kicked him right in the
balls with my right foot.  My legs are strong from all of the soccer I
played plus all of the weights I had lifted with them and I really drove
it in there. He actually rose up off the floor like an electric current
went through his body and he screamed like a little girl.  I knelt down
and smashed his face into the floor several times. now blood is also
flowing from his forehead.  I take his arms and put them behind his
back.  I stomp his right hand and break it, then do the same with his
left hand.  Now he will have great difficulty trying to use them.  I
place him cross legged sitting on his legs and kick him in the balls
again.  I know I have to disable him it is my only chance. Ross is trying
to get up again.  He endures the pain in his broken hands to push up off
the floor. I start punching with hooking punches left and right across
his chin making his head snap back and forth like a punching bag.  Blood
is flying off of him with each punch that hammers into his chin.  Then I
suddenly rip a vicious punch deep into his fat belly again. OOOOOHHHH!!!
with a loud groan he sinks to his knees.  I punch his head and the punch
shatters his eyebrow.  He already had a black eye there, now blood is
pouring down over it from his broke eyebrow. I leap into the air and
blast my right fist into his already damaged eye.  Now it is completely
closed, he cannot see out of it.  Ross sprawls on his back on the floor. 
He tries to get up but I kick him in the chest with my left foot and he
falls back on the floor again.  I sit on his chest and begin pounding my
fists in to his left jaw and his right jaw,  Once again his head is
snapping left and right in response to my hard fists.  I smash my right
elbow into his already broken nose and then my left elbow into his nose
as well. I do this repeatedly.  Blood flies up with each elbow strike.  I
stand up and look at his face.  It is covered with blood, There is blood
everywhere, including all over me, my top, my shorts, my fists, my legs
even my face.  All of it is Ross".  Even after all of this he is still
trying to  get up.  I just on his back and wrap my arms around his neck. 
I bite his right ear.  Yuck, I spit out a piece of his ear.  I feel like
a vampire as I bite him on the left side of his neck, also taking off a
piece of meat from there.  I spit that out also, it tastes terrible. Now
blood is also flowing from his right ear and his left neck.  Ross is now
very weak.  He falls to his knees again.  I hit the back of his head with
my right elbow.  He falls face down on he white carpet, soaking it with
his blood.  I roll him over and jump up and down on his stomach. I then
smash left and right elbows to his face.  I lift him up by his hair and
smash my right fist into his face like smashing potatoes in the kitchen. 
I drop my fist down to the floor and bring it up under his chin in
a tremendous uppercut.  This time teeth come flying out as well as blood.
The a cruel left hook explodes on his jaw and more blood and teeth go
flying. I grab his fingers and begin cracking them one by one. I even
bite him again on what once was his nose but is now just mashed bloody
tissue.  Yuck!  It tastes awful  I grab hold of his balls and squeeze
very hard, Ross is screaming now.  I grab his dick and try to pull it
off.  He is screaming and crying and begging me to stop.  I don't know
why I said this but I did.  "If you beg me to, I will knock you out. 
Otherwise it is more punishment for you"  Ross just looked at me out
of the one eye that was not swollen shut.  "Please knock me out" he said
in a very low voice.  "What was that?  I didn't hear you" I said. 
"Please knock me out" said in a slightly louder voice this time.  I took
my hands and tilted his head just the way I wanted it.  I stared for a
second at that bloody bruised mess that had once been his face.  I pulled
back my right fist and unloaded my best Manny Pacquaio hook exploding on
his jaw and breaking it.  Ross flew over on his back.  He was unconscious
before he hit the floor.  My knockout punch!!!  I felt great, he had
hardly touched me.  His blood was everywhere, all over him, all over me
and all over the white carpet on the floor.   I picked up my cell phone
and called it in.  'Better send and ambulance"  I told them.