Oh What A Fool I Was

I was on my first mission abroad. I was counseled before leaving of women who ingratiated themselves with single expats to marry them and return to the US with them, subsequently bringing their families. I was so above that, how could I fall for that.

Her name was Mei Ling, intelligent attractive and a wild pussy temptress in bed. When I didn't propose she stoked the heat button, those pictures, yes those could fall into the hands of my employer, immediate dismissal and possible further action. Fools come in all forms, regardless of what you think. I was that fool.

Sex is a trade, and Mei Ling was an expert. By then she was Julie, her American name. With her standing in the US set, she brought her sister. A year later her mother. Sex was now a memory, too much trouble, all Americans want is sex. Sex is all I got from her. My pension compromised, my savings depleted, by then her sister brought a husband.

It's not enough to call it the honey trap. It's alive and played every day. I know of a gay fellow, studying in St. Petersburg who fell for a gay honey trap. By the time he came to his senses he had wasted fifteen years, lost his inheritance and his paramour was living with his lover, who he brought over as his sister.