After arriving at our new South American office I hit the ground running and worked for almost six months straight, what seemed like twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, without a break or even a date with one of the sweet young chicas that populated the office. The amount of energy I was putting into the new job was exhausting, depressing and sometimes a royal pain in the ass, but working as much as I was did help to almost get my mind off of Bonnie getting pregnant on purpose and Alison getting knocked up. Almost, but not quite.

Sometimes in the middle of the night I would wake up in a cold sweat. Not from fear or remorse at what I had done to these two women. No, on the contrary, I would get pissed off at what they had done to me! Bonnie was some totally fucked up bitch who thought that just because I did her one time and just because she happened to get pregnant, keeping in mind that she completely ignored her responsibility to use birth control, that I should somehow be responsible for taking care of her and her new baby. I mean seriously, what kind of woman would actually expect such a thing?

Alison on the other hand had been virgin territory for me. Not that she was actually a virgin, because from what she had told me she'd had sex before, although I'm sure whatever sex she'd had was nothing compared to me. No, what I mean is that Alison was a 'bareback virgin', in other words a woman who had never had a bare cock inside of her pussy, unencumbered by a condom. So naturally I made it my mission to introduce her to the pleasures of having bareback sex, consequences be damned.

Now, Bonnie getting pregnant on purpose was one thing, total psycho that she was. But Alison was a different story. For some reason Alison getting knocked up really bothered me. Yes, I did emotionally manipulate her into thinking that she could trust me. Yes, I did bareback her. Yes, I did cum inside of her - quite a lot, actually - came inside of her despite the fact that she told me she didn't have any protection. Still, I figured that she was at least going to be on the Pill. But I figured wrong and so thanks to her and Bonnie I now had two little 'Jasons' running loose in the world. Even as I think this I shake my head is disgust at how thoughtless, how immature, how totally careless these two women had been to actually allow me to get them pregnant.

As the months went by the memories of the irresponsible behavior of Bonnie and Alison began to fade, and the night sweats became fewer and farther between. By my seventh month in the office I was breaking sales records left and right, but I was also starting to run on fumes and I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to continue taking names and kicking ass. Fortunately the Head Office was totally thrilled with my work and actually suggested that I take a few weeks off with pay, an idea to which I readily agreed.

The next day was a Saturday and in celebration of the start of my vacation I decided to sleep in and skip my normal early morning workout routine, to give myself time to figure out what I was going to do with myself the next few weeks. I was halfway through my cup of 'bullet proof coffee', a mixture of extra strong black brew, a little bit of coconut oil and a little bit of grass-fed butter, all blended together into a creamy-colored froth, when the text message alert on my cell phone went off. Fuck, I thought to myself as I reached for the phone to check the offending message, please do not tell me it's the office calling me on the Saturday morning on the first day of my vacation or another message from one of the executive recruiters doing their best to lure me away to another employer with the promise of more money and an even more impressive job title than the one I now had.

It wasn't the office and it wasn't an executive recruiter. The text was from Lin Fong, a former neighbor of mine from a few years ago, a chick that I'd vacationed with for three weeks when I was in Thailand, the only woman who I'd allowed myself to fall in love with, and who I hadn't seen or heard from since . . . until now.

'Hi Jason, it's Lin Fong. Remember me? How are you?'

As I glanced at her text message I felt the yin and yang of my emotions swing between remembering her as the castrating bitch that she was and as the incredibly hot, passionate, sexy-inside-and-out girl that she also was. Yes Lin Fong, I do remember you, I thought to myself. I'm normally very good at keeping my guard up around women, especially the ones I become intimate with, but there was something about this Chinese woman that absolutely made my defenses dissolve without her so much as having to lift a finger. I've never opened up to anyone in my short, sweet life that way I did with her, and as a thank you for baring my soul to her she ended up breaking my heart. I'd pretty much managed to forget about her until her text message just now.

I decided not to respond right away. Instead, I scrolled up the display on my cell phone to a reminisce over the sexting session that we'd had after she left me in Thailand, a time when I mistakenly believed that I was still in love with her . . . .

Now, it was time for revenge - revenge my way!