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An Unknown Relative

ntroduction: The daughter he didn't know he had shows up at his boat. An Unknown Relative By blackrandl1958 (Mf, f s*******n, inc, Father/Daughter I was working on my boat and the sun was beating down pretty hard. Some of the wood around a cleat had dry rot and I had found the mahogany to replace it. It’s getting harder and harder to find but I got lucky and found some in the back of an old lumber yard. They had forgotten they had it and I bargained them out of it. I don’t think they knew what they had. I went to the cooler for a beer and I had just popped the top when a van pulled up at the end of the pier. It looked like a rental and you don’t see many of those at the pier in this part of Mexico. We tend to old, beat-up pickup trucks for the natives and black Mercedes for the d**g lords. A suit got out of the passenger seat and opened the side door. A stunning redhead got out. She had on blue jeans and a white, button up shirt. Her hair was that orange flame you see sometimes back in the States and it hung down past her butt. The two of them came down the pier, checking the names of the boats until they got to me. They saw the name on the side, Jacks Full and they stopped. The man cleared his throat. “Are you Benson McDonald?” he asked. “No,” I lied. “I’m just a boat repair guy. I can give him a message though.” “Do you know where we can find him?” he asked. “You give me the message and if he wants to talk to you, he’ll find you,” I told him. The girl spoke for the first ...

... time. Her voice was low and husky and I wanted her to keep talking. It sent a thrill through me for some reason. She was drop dead gorgeous. She had a tan, which was odd for a redhead, but she had that kind of skin. She was tall and slender and she couldn’t hide the size of her breasts under that shirt. Her face was off the front page of a fashion magazine. She had huge green eyes and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her perfect nose. Her lips were full and luscious and she had those high cheekbones that are the trademark of beauty. She was obviously very young, maybe eighteen, I guessed. “When you see him, tell him that his daughter is in town and looking for him,” she said. “My name is Pendry. We’re staying at the Flamingo and I’ll meet him in the restaurant if he wants to talk to me.” She turned away and they walked back to the van, leaving me standing there stunned. What the hell? I didn’t have a daughter. I’d been married once, but my ex got tired of being married to a guy that was only home two months out of the year. We never had any k**s and I hadn’t heard from her in years. What the hell? I wondered if this was some sort of scam someone was trying to pull. The problem with that was; no one knew I had money. I did, but I never spent it in the same place twice. The gold I found on that wreck off the coast of Bolivia had never been reported and I had converted it into a dozen different currencies in a dozen different countries over a decade. I couldn’t even ...