Evil in Paradise: A True Story

By John Morris

John trusted Diane--he had no reason not to--so imagine his horror when he woke being violated by the very woman he thought would never hurt him. He didnt understand what was going on, but she simply told him to hush. When the strange nightmare ended, John began to comprehend what had occurred: hed been drugged and assaulted.

He thought his trauma was over when he left Dianes room. Little did he know things would only get worse. John reported what he believed was a crime, but the police didnt listen. In fact, they did the opposite, and rained down harassment, threats, and questionable tactics to make Johns claims go away.

Meanwhile, John continually asked himself how Diane could do such a thing to him? How did it happen? Why did it happen? In this true account of one mans horrific retelling of sexual assault and a failed legal response, John hopes to bring light to what can happen to just about anyone--male or female--despite trust and vague echoes of safety.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Jan 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781480825567

John Morris

John Morris has stories to tell. His novels are absorbing fiction, which are intense and emotional at times, and funny at others. “I study the Human Species,” he relates. “I share this by writing a rainbow of human emotions. One minute the evocative words may make one cry, and the next, humour dispels the emotional miasma. Good novels, like real life, are a question of balance, and drawing the reader in.”Morris draws on his eclectic life experiences in his writing. He brings to the reader a range of heartfelt emotions, highs and lows of human life, as mirrored by humanity in general.“I am sharing my written words with readers, and feedback has been fantastic. I’m hungry to write more, and share with others life’s experiences. My books have several levels, but I love it best, when I use words to hide a clue written in plain sight. That is Cristie-esque.”Morris has never accepted anything simply because it is the norm. He admits, “I have enjoyed so many different careers, and seen so much of the world in the process, they seem like separate lifetimes. I always wanted to be a folk/rock star, because I’m driven to tell stories of people’s lives and loves, initially by writing lyrics. Whilst being very good at playing a 12-string acoustic guitar, I could not sing to save my life. Over time, I discovered I could write, poems and short stories at first, and then novels.”Born in England to a local father and an Irish mother, Morris has lived in China since 2004. He has held numerous positions, from the ten years he spent as a police officer specializing in serious fraud, to entrepreneur and world trader, to writer. Early on, he qualified as a Yachtmaster for sailing vessels.Aged forty-eight, he lost everything: his girlfriend, his home, his car, and because of that, his job. “It was a turning point. How does your mind work?” He asks. “I felt the bottom had dropped out of my life as I knew it, so after moping for a few months, I created a new life. I went to University to study Mobile Computing BSc. (Hons), and got my placement year in Foshan, China. I loved the culture, the people so much I never went back. Life is what you make it.”After two failed marriages, he is now happily married to Siu Ying, and living in the heartland of Cantonese China. Morris is father to their young daughter, Rhiannon. Morris is not a polyglot, but he speaks Cantonese to a conversational level. Although he and his wife do not share a common language, they communicate exceptionally well. “We’ve never had an argument,” he relates. “How could we, when neither of us speaks enough of the other’s tongue.”Morris writes about his cross-cultural experiences on his self-coded website, china-expats.com. He also designs and hosts web sites for other people and companies.Related websites:Author website:http://www.john-morris-author.comImprint website:http://www.charlotte-greene.co.ukStar Gazer website:http://www.star-gazer.co.ukA Letter from China:http://www.china-expats.com

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Archway Publishing rev. date: 1/8/2016

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Evil In Paradise

Evil in Paradise is a troubling yet enlightening true story about one man being drugged and sexually assaulted by a female and his unjust encounter with corrupt players in the legal system. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. This is a story about being drugged and sexually assaulted, police harassment, false arrest and violation of civil rights. All facts presented here can be verified with police records, court and hospital documents, phone records and court digital recordings. What happened to this man should never happen to anyone else, male or female.

CHAPTER 1

The southwestern and southeastern parts of the United States can be very entertaining and wonderful for vacationers and people who live there. They can also be an evil nightmare for these same people.

Growing up in the North, I learned basic values of respect for different types of people: teachers, doctors, my elders, and especially law enforcement, including police and lawyers. It's the latter two who will come under scrutiny.

As a child my grandfather owned a motel on the east coast of one these states. My parents, myself, and my seven siblings would visit my grandparents most every Christmas. We would enjoy the warm beaches and sunny climate. One Christmas the weather was so cold that even the locals didn't venture to the beach. Undaunted, my parents dressed us warmly. We went to the beach and huddled around each other. There was a news crew taking pictures, and we ended up on the six o'clock news with the caption: The cold didn't stop these northerners from enjoying our beaches. It was pretty neat.

The first time I saw a palm tree I thought it was magnificent. The long, curving shape went up to the top from which coconuts would freely fall from. We used to catch them and cut them open. Someone once told me there was drinkable milk inside them. I never drank it to prove this theory. The sandy beaches were warm to the touch and the ocean was even warmer. Being an avid surfer I would relish my times when we visited my grandparents. The surfing season up north would get too cold around the end of September, so I made sure I got in plenty of surf time when we made the trip south. It was heaven all over again.

There were some downsides to surfing in this state. With the warm Gulf Stream flowing along the east coast there was always the possibility of sharks. However even more dangerous than sharks were what they called a Man-of-War. This was a large type jellyfish with long, poisonous tentacles extending from its body. A person could get a real nasty sting or even die from one of its attacks. When they were prevalent, the beach patrol would put up signs saying, Caution: Man-of-War Present. You actually saw more of these warnings than shark warnings. It didn't matter, just getting away from the frigid cold for this one week made the winters more bearable. I would personally learn years later of the harsh reality that these Man-of--War jellyfish weren't the only living creatures in this state that had long, sinister tentacles that could reach out and touch you.

After my grandparents passed away my parents would travel south every winter to enjoy the warmth and serenity in a rural town for approximately three to four months a year. The first year they rented a car and my father told me how costly it was. I told my parents that the next time they went down, I would drive their car down, stay for a few days, and fly back. They loved this idea. This became a standard ritual. When my youngest son turned eighteen we drove down together. During one of these trips my son and I woke up early one morning and saw a glamorous sunrise over the Atlantic. During the day we leisurely traveled across the state and saw the sun set over the Gulf that same evening! It was exhilarating to say the least. I often wondered how many others have experienced this same feeling. Every year I always had pleasurable trips and fond memories of this state except for one.

The following year was when I was first subjected to the harsh reality of how certain police departments work with complete disregard and disrespect of the law, especially toward outsiders. That year my son and I drove to a southern part of this state for a nice dinner and a walk along the boardwalk. At the time there were plenty of stores and parks in which to spend our time. We would stop for an ice cream, walk along the beach, and, if we were lucky, see some dolphins in the ocean. On our way back to my parents' place we encountered a horrible experience. It was about 11:00 p.m. when we headed back north. Not being that familiar with this particular area, we got lost trying to find the interstate. We ended up in a neighborhood that we found out later was not inviting to strangers. Before we knew it we were surrounded by about five police cars with lights flashing. Within a matter of moments a number of policemen were circling our car with their hands on their guns. Because our license plate marked us as being from the North, the police immediately asked us to step out of the car. I asked what the problem was and the police officer just said shut up and get out. He asked where we going and what we were doing there. I explained we were lost and trying to find our way back to the highway.

He just laughed and said, All you damn Yankees want to do is come down here, sell drugs, and seduce our women.