Another ‘back story’ or chapter from my book.

Glossary of terms:

Shaman---A person who can see the future, talk to animals, read minds, and influence people to do their bidding. (That’s what they can do in my stories. It’s fiction, roll with it, for God’s sake!)

Silt Pond---A bottomless mud pit. Some say it is the doorway to hell.

Scalping---There are many reasons for scalping your enemy. Everything from the taking of trophies, proving a kill or preventing him from entering the afterlife is used to justify it. The O’Shea’s take scalps as a reminder that justice has been served.

Chapter 1

Daniel O’Shea---I am the youngest son of Victorio and Joyce O’Shea. I am a full brother to Joan, one of the Shaman women in the O’Shea family. Jack, Davy and Travis are my half-brothers. Now a little about me.

Like I said I am Daniel, named after that guy in the bible who sat in the lion’s den for 30 days. My mother was big on naming the kids after biblical figures. Davy was named ‘David’ after King David and Joan after Joan of Arc. Our Dad named Jack after our great grandfather and Travis after that guy who drew the line at the Alamo.

I am about to graduate State with a degree in civil engineering. That is one reason for the smile on my face. But the big news is I have proposed to the girl of my dreams, and I am planning on marrying her after graduation. Let’s talk about her a minute.

Sue is two years younger than me, 20 years old. Long blonde hair blue eyes and legs that go on forever! Her skin is a beautiful ivory color with no tan lines at all. Maybe after we get back from our honeymoon in Hawaii that will change! Her breasts are a perfect 34-b topped with the most sensitive nipples I have ever played with!

She is not a student here at the University. We met when I stopped to help her change a tire. It was love at first sight for both of us. That was about 3 months ago. Within a month she was living with me in one of my family’s off-campus apartments. We plan on spending the rest of our lives together.

Now that brings the story up to today.

I am sitting in a hotel restaurant waiting for my sister Joan to come down and join me. I imagined she wanted to meet Sue, but she had told me in no uncertain terms not to bring her. I’m thinking Joan is delivering a surprise gift from the family. Who knows what it could be? Maybe a job with one of the many companies my family owns? Or a house? I am excited to say the least.

I spot Joan walk into the restaurant and I stand. She hugs me and sits down.

“Dan I am sorry we have not seen each other since Christmas. It is just that I have been so busy helping Angel with the trust and then that property we bought in South America. Time just got away from me. But when I heard you were getting married, I flew home. Tell me about your girl.”

“She is beautiful, 20 years old and madly in love with me. We cannot stand to be apart. She has no interest in working and wants to be a stay home mom raising our kids. She was between jobs when we met so I let her move in with me. That worked out so perfectly. She keeps the apartment spotless, and she is a wonderful cook. She will make a great wife and mother!”

Joan reaches across the table and takes both my hands in hers.

“Dan I am so sorry to have to tell but everything you know about this girl is a lie.”

I am speechless! My mouth drops open!

“Just listen for a minute before you say anything. When you emailed your brother Travis that you had a girlfriend and had let her move in with you, Angel and I started talking. We know you Dan. You’re impulsive. You let your little head do the thinking for your big head.” She giggled.

“We wanted to protect you like we always do. No shaman voodoo, just being cautious. Remember you are an heir to the family fortune.

We had a detective agency check her out. What we found was not good. I gave them permission to wire your apartment. It’s in the name of the family’s trust and you pay no rent, so we did not need your permission.

We found out that Sue Adams is not her real name. She is Sue Allen. She is 26 years old and recently released from state prison in Tennessee after doing 3 years on a fraud conviction. She is a con artist and has done multiple searches on her laptop for information about you and our family. Worst of all she has a boyfriend. A black thug named Jamal Washington. He has been in and out of jail since he was a teenager. He has served time for everything from assault to attempted murder. How they met we are not sure. But from conversations we recorded between her and her former cell mate, Cindy Phifer, we know she is conning this Jamal also.

She and Cindy are lovers, and they have a plan. After about 6 months of marriage Jamal will murder you. It will look like a simple mugging gone bad. She believes she will inherit your part of the trust. Cindy and her will then live happily ever after, but not with Jamal. Cindy is going to give Jamal a “hot shot”. You see Jamal is a junkie. Some of the money you have been giving Sue supports not only his habit but pays Cindy’s apartment rent also.

Dan, I am so sorry about all this. I can only imagine how much it hurts to find out the truth about Sue.”

“Joan, I don’t know what to say. I am stunned.”

She reaches into her purse and pulls out a CD.

“The first hour is mostly interracial porn but there are a couple of conversations between Jamal and Sue I think you may want to hear. There is also some hot girl on girl action before the phone conversations start.”

“I can’t take this home. Sue is there and I want to see it before I confront her.”

“Take my room key. I’ll have some lunch then walk around town, maybe do some shopping. The tape is a little over three hours, but I imagine you’ll fast forward through some parts. I have my phone with me so call me when you are ready to talk. Dan do not call Sue and don’t go back to your apartment. Things are being taken care of as we speak.”

I look across at my sister and I stare into those beautiful eyes of hers. I understand what she means by ‘things are being taken care of’. The O’Shea’s take care of their own problems. Never involving the police.

I handed her back the CD.

“I can find all the porn I want to see on the internet and since you have ‘taken care’ of the problem; why don’t you and I go to lunch at the mall. There is a new Mexican restaurant there I have been meaning to try. Then we can do some shopping. Remind me to buy some big garbage bags so I can pack up all her things and give them to Goodwill. She will be just another bride who got cold feet and ran off before the wedding. Is the entire family coming down for my graduation?”

“Of course, we’ll all be here. What are your plans after graduation?”