Chapter 4

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Molly was a beautiful girl of sixteen, with long black hair and skin that bore witness to her heritage. Born a Nyonya in the city of Malacca, she wasn't like the other girls of her age because Molly was full of adventure spirits.

Once, she had gone to Mount Ophir with her so called boyfriend from school, to trek up to the waterfall. They had had so much fun there that they forgot the time. When it started to pour heavily, they had to take shelter under a big tree, but the water rose so quickly that they were trapped there. Finally, Molly and the boy had climbed up the tree and spent the night there.

Her parents were not able to curb her spirits, so they just let her enjoy her life the way she felt was normal, adventure after adventure.

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The most prominent company in their city at that time was a British trading firm, and there were many British gentlemen working and managing it. One of them had been a soldier in the army, and now a managing director. He was very young considering the important post but that was how things were run, during the British colonial rule.

Mr. Johnathan Evans stood in his large office, wearing his military cap. That was the way he liked to dress for work sometimes. He felt the weather in Malaya was too hot and stifling to be wearing a tie and jacket.

When his secretary came into the room, he started to pace around, telling her what to do, but in the most commanding way. She kept her eyes down cast, and jot down his orders with trembling hands. He just continued to move around, all the time looking at her young body in a way that made her afraid.

Jonathan was considered by many to be smart and handsome. He had a well-trimmed moustache, short hair, and a tall lean body. Unmarried, he was always looking for ways to satisfy his manly needs.

This was five years ago. Today, Jonathan was busy preparing for his trip. First he was going to Singapore, and he was looking forward to that. He had many friends there and they were going to show him a good time. From there he would take the steamer back to England. 

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