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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was always looking over my shoulder at her baggage little did i know at the time but her baggage was within my sight on our first few dates what ever the circumstance she wasn't at liberty to discuss anything pertaining to her baggage because she was born into this way of life she may have been a princess a rich heiress having connection to the crime families whatever, i felt l was in a sandwich in the middle of her, them and her father whatever it was i played the guessing game with her to her remaining mum it added strife to my life always looking over my shoulder second guessing why she had bodyguards on subsequent dates .. we were like teenagers parking the car at a beach just watching the moon, talking story for hours many hours, it never got boring what did open my eyes ... i was beginning to catch on is that when i started the car four to five other parked cars started theirs and followed us it always turned out to be her bodyguards whom or what ... didn't spare any expense yes right out of a story book, on cue it's hard to believe, little old me ... nobody being followed, feeling valued but it also got scary after awhile to park the car at a beach and see men loitering around behind trees, bridges, restrooms all her people although a few times i would try to lose her tails don't ask me why, by speeding up or doubling back ... just to see her scare she didn't ... she was use to this way of life only to say that her father would be proud of me having the courage to play with fire times we did go to a market i would see these men that look to be the same ethnicity of her, Pakistani, tailing us i was catching on i would ask her, and nod a gesture pointing out if those were her people she would only respond that her dad would be proud of me who would have thought ... our relationship grew, like fire, too spreading, where i soon moved in where i couldn't resist does your father know me she said every single detail a great part me hated being under anyone's spell being followed ... even when I wasn't with her another part of me felt she, and maybe even the father all they wanted is my seed ... a baby I learned later on two of her other sisters couldn't conceive and her and I were the dad's last hope we hatched our eggs before our chickens we had it all figured out, marriage, oliver or olivia for child's names we couldn't conceive, she had no answer to her dad than to take her life. she did, sadly. connie pachecho 1/28/17
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