Dominique

By Jacqueline Pouliot

Laney Hutton finds herself in trouble after her boyfriend tried to smuggle drugs through customs. Locked in a remote Asian prison for twenty years, Laney faces a bleak future until she meets Dominique, a French intelligence agent who is also in the prison.
Escaping with Dominique, Laney finds herself falling deeply in love with the other, unusual woman. That love forces Laney to face her own life and family as, once and for all, Laney grows up!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781291445268

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Dominique

DOMINIQUE

Jacqueline Pouliot

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ISBN: 978-1-291-44526-8

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, either living or dead, or events are entirely coincidental

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Each day was the same as the last.

Hot and humid.

Slow boredom caused by mind numbing routine.

Always the same.

She sat under the grove of palm trees at the end of the compound, back against the wire, resting against the barrier to freedom.

As usual, she was alone.

The other women, in small groups sat under another grove of palm trees towards her right. They avoided her, as both knew they had nothing in common. The other women were a mixture of Vietnamese, Thais, Chinese, Malays, Burmese and other nationalities. There were even one or two Indians mixed into the national groups.

The solitary woman sitting alone was European, although with a dark complexion and angular frame. Her dark hair, thick and tousled, was cropped to the back of her neck.

As she was the only European, she sat alone and preferred it that way. So did the Asians. The only thing they had in common was the one small fact that they were all prisoners in a hot, humid hell in a prison that the government of the country did not acknowledge existed.

The guards watched the prisoners from the administration building and the two small towers beside the main wooden gates. Every now and again, some of the women teased them with a little flesh.

Sometimes it became more than a tease and goods were exchanged for a furtive groping in the dark after lights out.

The wire gate separating the compound from the administration block opened and all the prisoners in the compound looked up with interest. A buzz of conversation came from the different groups when it became clear a new prisoner was entering the main prison.

A new prisoner was a rare occurrence and guards and prisoners alike welcomed the small break in the slow routine.

Every new prisoner spent a week in solitary in an effort to break them, to make them more pliable before being allowed to mingle with the other prisoners.

Some new prisoners crawled into the compound, their eyes wide and staring as if they could not believe the nightmare they had been thrust into. Others walked slowly, measuring everything and those prisoners were the interesting ones. Even, perhaps, the ones to be afraid of.

The European woman exhaled cigarette smoke when the prisoner stepped through the gate. Even the Asians stopped chattering.

The new prisoner was also European but was strikingly blonde. Before entering the prison, the new prisoner would have been a very beautiful woman.

Now, she was merely attractive. Her features worn down by fatigue, fear and acceptance. A week in the small box they called the obituary would do that.

She was wearing denim shorts and a pale blue T-shirt. It was obvious she was braless and the dark haired European woman wondered what the other woman would taste like, what her throat would feel against her own lips.

She shook her head once as if trying to clear it of thoughts like that. Still, it had been so long since she had a lover!

She shook her head again and flicked her cigarette butt through the wire.

At least the cigarette butts could escape!

She did notice that the blonde prisoner’s hair was still long which was either a sign of vanity or simply an indication that she was trying to hang onto her past, her normal life.

The guards pushed the new prisoner through the wire gate and faint dust rose from around her sandals. Soon, the rainy season would arrive and dust and dryness would only be a memory.

The blonde woman slowly looked around the compound, noticing the dark haired European sitting by herself and the groups of Asian prisoners.

Hanh, the leader of the Vietnamese women under the palm trees, called to her, waved to the new prisoner in entice her to join them.

The new prisoner hesitated; something told her hold back, to absorb the situation. Her time in solitary had taught her to be wary of everything.

Hanh made kissing motions with her mouth and the others giggled but they all watched to see how the new prisoner reacted.

Once again, the blonde woman hesitated and the dark European woman thought the new prisoner at least exhibited some common sense and didn’t rush over to the first seemingly friendly face.

The other prisoners watched the blonde woman, some looking over at the solitary dark European woman, guessing the new prisoner was making a choice.

The new prisoner looked over to the dark woman and took a tentative step in her direction.

Immediately, the other prisoners began calling to her, in various languages, telling her to be smart, be sane and join them.

Do not go to the French woman!

Ignoring the other