Chinaman's Chance - Sex Stories

Chinaman's Chance

... was told I was pregnant. I hadn't had sexual relations with anyone in months except in my dream. In my dream I missed my period just after Chen's death. No other symptoms so I just blamed it on stress. This was impossible. I finally got released two days later. They had me sign a release for the return of my valuables. I didn't realize I had any valuables to get returned. In the envelope I found three double eagles, my wedding ring, and my gold locket with Chen's portrait inside. I knew I was going insane. I started crying. "Would you like to talk to a counselor?" the clerk asked. "No, thank you." I took a flight home to L.A. My parents were thrilled to learn my career as a stunt performer was probably over. They were not thrilled to hear I was pregnant and downright hostile when I told them I was going through with the pregnancy and raising the baby on my own since the father was dead. I just knew in my heart that I was carrying Chen's child. "How long are you going to continue shaming your family?" my mother asked. "I will stop immediately," I said. I packed my bags and moved in with a girlfriend. I started burning through my savings fairly quickly. I sold the double eagles to a collector. There was no way in hell I was going to part with my ring or locket. I was resigned to becoming a welfare mother. Then I received an envelope full of cash from Mom. "Don't tell your father," she wrote. A week later, I received another envelope full of cash from Dad. "Don't tell your ...

... mother," he wrote. A while later, I received some more cash from my brother and sister. "Don't tell Mom or Dad," they wrote. I was happy to know my family still loved me despite the heartache I brought them. The money came in handy. I gave birth to a son. I named him Chen after his father. He looks just like his father. I sent his baby picture to my family. That brought more gifts of cash and an invitation to move back home. All was not forgiven, but they still wanted me to go back to school and make something of myself since I now had a child to raise. I told them I would think about it and let them know. A couple of days later, I answered a knock at my door. A well-dressed Asian man was standing there. "May I help you?" I asked. He just stared at me until I started feeling uncomfortable. "Is something wrong?" "Please excuse me for staring," the man replied and handed me a business card. It introduced Harvey Wong, an attorney. "I have no need for an attorney," I said. "The studio paid for my hospitalization and I have no complaint." "I am not a personal injury attorney. This is rather confidential. May I come in and speak with you?" Why not? I nodded and allowed him to enter. I showed him a chair and offered him a refreshment. He declined. "My room-mate is out and the baby is asleep. We shouldn't be disturbed unless he wakes up." "Your baby?" I nodded. "His name is Chen after his father." "That is who I represent, or rather his estate." "There must be some mistake. The only Chen ...