Trouble In Trinidad

by William Manchee

Chapter 25

Before going back to Trinidad, Kevin and Deviane helped Cetawayo move into an apartment. It was late in the afternoon, all the new furniture had been delivered, and the girls were lining the shelves and putting away groceries. Kevin finished up the installation of a set of bunk beds while the three boys, Kimba, Taiwo and Atiba, watched.
Kimba was eight-years-old and would have his own room. Taiwo and Atiba were six-year-old identical twins and were destined to occupy the bunk beds, once Kevin was finished.
Finally, Kevin tightened the last bolt and stood up to admire his work. Taiwo and Atiba immediately climbed on the beds and started jumping up and down, laughing hysterically. Hearing the clamor, Deviane and Cetawayo, came in to see what was happening.
"Kevin, you're finished, huh?" Deviane said. "They look good."
"Putting those suckers together was a royal pain in the ass."
"Thank you, Kevin. I'm glad I didn't have to do it," Cetawayo said. "Obatala always did those kinds of things. He was the mechanical one in the family."
"When is Daddy coming home?" Kemba asked.
Kevin looked at Deviane and Cetawayo, not knowing how to respond. Cetawayo knelt down and spoke to Kemba.
"Like I told you before, sweetheart, your daddy had to go on a trip. He won't be back for a long time."
"Why did he have to go?"
"To protect you and your brothers. If he didn't go, you might have been hurt. He loves you very much. Someday he'll come home."
"I want him to come home now, Mommy. Will you tell him to come home?"
"I wish I could, Kemba, but I have no way of talking to him."
"Can't you call him on the phone?"
"He doesn't have a telephone where he is."
"Is he mad at us? Were we bad?"
"No, no. You've been good kids. Like I said, someone was trying to hurt us. He had to go away to protect us."
Kemba finally gave up and ran off into the living room.
"He just doesn't understand," Cetawayo said to Kevin and Deviane.
"I don't either," Kevin replied.
"Well, thank you both for helping me. You've been wonderful. I know you need to leave and pack for your trip back to Trinidad."
"You're welcome," Kevin replied. "I'm glad we could help."
Cetawayo started walking toward the door. "You two be careful back in Trinidad, okay? I don't want to read about you in the newspaper again."
"We'll try to keep a low profile this trip," Deviane replied.
"Do you think you'll be able to visit Obatala?"
"Yes, I plan to visit him," Kevin said.
"Would you tell him I miss him terribly, and that I love him?"
"Of course," Kevin replied. He opened the front door and held it for Deviane.
"You take care now, Cetawayo," Deviane said. "We'll see you after the wedding."
"Oh I wish I could see it. I know it will be beautiful."
"We'll bring back pictures, okay."
"Good, I’ll look forward to seeing them. Go now, it's getting late."
"Goodbye, Cetawayo," Kevin said, pausing to give her a quick hug.
"Take good care of your mommy, you guys," Deviane said to the children who had huddled up next to their mother. She looked up and smiled at Cetawayo. "We'll pray for Obatala," she said.
"Thank you, goodbye."

The next morning, Kevin felt the first pangs of depression. From the expression on Deviane’s face, she shared some of his sadness. They had enjoyed the visit to Plano so much, they hated to leave. The prospect of facing Obatala's trial in Trinidad was sobering to say the least.

The small jet finally landed after a long five hour flight from Los Angeles to Trinidad. Anila and Kiran greeted the weary travelers at the government airport. It was raining when they deplaned. Kevin held a large umbrella over their heads as they rushed to the awaiting car.
"Deviane!" Anila cried.
"Hi, Mother," she said as they embraced.
"Hi, Kevin," Kiran said.
"Hello, how are you?" Kevin asked.
"Fine. How was your trip?"
"Excellent."
"Oh my God! Look at that diamond!" Anila said. "Oh, Deviane, it's so beautiful."
"Kevin picked it out. He has good taste, don't you think?"
"Oh yes, I love it," Anila said.
Kiran looked at the ring carefully and smiled, but didn't say anything. Kevin watched her until their eyes met. Then he looked back at Deviane.
"Anything happen here, while we were gone?" Kevin asked.
"Not really. The trial is set to begin the day after tomorrow. The press has been all hyped up about it, as you would expect. Everyone is saying that if Obatala and the others aren't convicted, Father's going to be in serious trouble."
"Is there any chance they won't be convicted?"
"I'm afraid so. Sharad says that much of the evidence is circumstantial. If they get any NDC sympathizers on the jury, it could be difficult to get a conviction. Everything seems to depend on Obatala's testimony. If he isn't convincing, then we might have a problem."
"He knows a lot about the NDC. They had a lot of meetings with Ray at his house. I'd bet he'll be pretty persuasive."
"I hope you're right," Kiran said.
When they got back to the Prime Minister's residence, Kevin and Deviane went to their rooms to unpack. It was well past dinner time, so Anila had someone fix tea and a snack. While they were sipping their tea, the Prime Minister arrived home.
"Deviane! You're home."
"Hi," Deviane said.
"How was your trip?"
"It was wonderful," Anila said. "See what she got."
Anila held up Deviane's hand so Ahmad could see her ring.
"Oh, very nice."
Deviane turned away from her father. He frowned.
"Kevin's parents are great. I really like them."
"I heard you had dinner at the White House," Kiran said.
"Oh, and you should have seen Deviane," Kevin replied. "She wore a magnificent silver gown. She was the most beautiful woman there."
"I wish I could have seen it," Anila said. "Did you spend much time with the President?"
"Fifteen or twenty minutes," Deviane said. "He arranged a tour of Georgetown for us."
"Really? How did you like it?"
The Prime Minister pulled on Kevin's arm. "Kevin, I need to have a word with you. Would you come to my office?"
"Sure." Kevin got up and followed the Prime Minister.
He poured a couple of glasses of Scotch, handed Kevin one and set the bottle on the table in front of him.
"You will need the bloody bottle before we're done, I’m afraid."
Kevin looked at the drink. Oh, God. What’s happened now?
The Prime Minister downed his drink and poured another. He sat down behind his desk and looked at Kevin and swallowed hard. "Listen, I’m afraid our preparation for the bloody trial has not gone well. Many of the witnesses have vanished into thin air. Others are refusing to cooperate. Obatala's testimony is going to be absolutely critical if we’re going to convict the NDC leaders."
Kevin took a swig of his drink without taking his eyes off the Prime Minister. "That's what Kiran told me."
"Sharad would like you to meet him in the morning, to prepare you for the trial. He'd like you to take a look at some more of the bloody traitors, to see if you can identify them. We must have your help here, Kevin. There is a lot at stake."
Kevin sighed. Oh God! Is there no end to this? "I realize that, but I won't lie. I'll testify about Obatala's actions without defending him, since that's what we’ve all agreed. Hopefully, these men you have picked up will be ones that I recognize. Have you had any luck locating Malcolm Mann?"
"Yes, he and some others are in Cuba. The government there has granted them political asylum."
"Damn! I wish he hadn't got away."
“Yes, it was very unfortunate. If I’d gotten hold of him before he got away, I’d have kicked his bloody ass all the way to Cuba!”
"So, what did you want to tell me?”
The Prime Minister downed his second glass of Scotch and squirmed in his chair. “Oh, yes. . . . I spoke to the chief prosecutor and suggested rather strongly that Obatala be shown mercy for his cooperation in testifying against the other NDC leaders. He agreed to make that recommendation."
"Recommendation?"
"Yes. You see, it's not his decision, you know. The bloody judge must decide. Unfortunately, I have no control over the judge. I can't guarantee that he'll take the chief prosecutor's recommendation."
"You promised Obatala wouldn't be executed!" Kevin jumped to his feet.
"I said I would do all that I bloody could to prevent it."
"Damn it! We had a deal."
"Relax, the judge will probably go along with it. I'm just warning you that it's not really my decision. I've done all that I can to honor our arrangement."
Kevin shook his head hardly able to contain his anger. You lying son of a bitch! You knew all along you couldn’t guarantee Obatala’s life.
Kevin took his drink and the bottle and stormed out of the meeting to find Deviane and break the news to her. The thought that poor Obatala might die after all consumed him. What will Cetawayo think when she finds out Obatala’s been betrayed? Will she think I was a part of it? Oh, God. I hope not.
He thought about calling the whole thing off and blowing the whistle on the Prime Minister. He knew it would be the end for he and Deviane, but at least he wouldn't be a part of this ruthless scheme to manipulate the judicial process. He wondered how many of the so-called NDC leaders were actually innocent citizens, just like Obatala.
When he found Deviane, she was shocked to see him with a bottle of liquor in his hand. She realized by the smell of his breath, he'd consumed a fair amount of it already.
"What's wrong? Why are you drinking?"
"Your father's a bastard."
"Kevin! Someone might hear you."
"I don't give a shit!"
"Come into my room and tell me what's going on." Deviane took Kevin by the hand and escorted him into her room. Kevin sat on her bed and put the bottle of booze on her night stand. "Okay, I'm waiting. What's going on?"
"Your father lied to us. He knew all along that he couldn't keep them from executing Obatala."
Deviane stared at Kevin. "Oh no! You mean Obatala's going to die?"
"You got it. He's a dead man and I might as well have pulled the trigger!"
"Oh, God! Kevin, I'm so sorry."
"Tell that to little Kemba and the twins."
Deviane frowned. "Are you blaming this on me?"
Kevin sighed. "No, of course not. It's all my fault. I should have let your father ship me back to the United States rather than selling out to him."
"You didn't sell out. Obatala wanted you to do what you did. We all just trusted my father, that was our mistake. We should have known better after he tried to use Kiran and me to get what he wanted."
"So what are we going to do now?"
"I don't know, Kevin, but you better tell Obatala the truth. He has a right to know."
"When he refuses to testify, your dad will know I told him. He'll be pissed off. He may lock you up and refuse to let me see you."
"He'll have to kill me, because I won't be a prisoner!"
"Oh, God, Deviane, I couldn't live without you!"
"Nor could I. I'd die if I lost you!"
Kevin polished off another shot and then handed Deviane the bottle. She took a swig and grimaced from the bitter taste. Before long, the bottle was nearly empty and Kevin and Deviane fell asleep in each other's arms. They slept soundly until the next morning when light flooded into Deviane's bedroom.
Kevin opened his eyes and quickly stuck up his hand to shield himself from the glare. He looked down at Deviane, asleep in his lap, amazed that they’d been that way all night long. He yawned and stretched causing Deviane to wake up. She sat up and suddenly grabbed her head.
"Is this what a hangover feels like?" she said.
"You've never had a hangover before?"
"No. Thank God."
"Huh, well this may be the first of many."
"I hope not. My head feels like it's going to explode."
Kevin looked at his watch.
"Oh crap! It's already eight-thirty. I'm supposed to meet Sharad at nine."
"What about Obatala?"
"I'll ask Sharad if I can see him while I'm there. Are you sure you want me to tell him?"
"No, but it's the right thing to do, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I suppose,” Kevin said. “How could we live with ourselves if we allowed this to continue?"
"We'd have to drink a lot."
"Two guilt-ridden alcoholics. Wouldn't we be a sweet couple? Okay, we'll have to do what's right and take our chances. While I'm gone, you better do a lot of praying."
"Believe me, I'm going to wear out my rosary beads!"
"What if I never see you again?" Kevin asked.
A tear rolled down Deviane's cheek. "That can't happen. I won't let it happen!"
Kevin and Deviane embraced and kissed each other fervently. When they finally took a breath, they looked into each other's eyes, wondering if they would ever see each other again. Kevin lingered as long as he could. Finally he reluctantly left Deviane's room to get ready for Sharad.
He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth to rid himself of the stench of alcohol. After getting dressed, he ran downstairs and opened the front door. As he stepped outside, the car was just pulling up to take him to the capitol building. He got in, took a deep breath and tried to relax. Maybe the judge will go along with the recommendation after all. It’s possible. Ahmad may have exaggerated the risk. As the car drove away, he looked back, praying that he would be returned safely to Deviane that evening.

The capitol building was crowded with spectators, government officials and the press. It was obvious from the activity that the government was in turmoil. Kevin felt a thousand eyes on him as he made his way to Sharad's office. He opened the door and stepped inside. A tall, slender Caucasian receptionist smiled at him.
"Mr. Wells?"
"Yes."
"Have a seat, I'll tell the Attorney General you're here."
"Thanks."
Kevin noticed a copy of the Daily Express on the end table. He picked it up. He saw his own picture and one of Obatala on the front page. The article was entitled–Key Witnesses To Put Nail In NDC Coffin. Kevin scanned the article, which summarized the testimony expected of him and Obatala. He cringed at the thought of the consequences if he and Obatala refused to testify. He was beginning to feel light headed when Sharad finally came out of his office to greet him.
"Kevin, how are you?"
"Fine."
"Thanks for coming by. I notice you've seen this morning's paper. What do you think of the article?"
"It looks interesting."
"I don't know how these things leak out, but somehow, they always do. I've got a dozen or so additional defendants I need you to take a look at. They're being held downstairs. Let's go ahead and get that out of the way. Afterward, the chief prosecutor wants to go over your testimony with you, all right?"
"Sure."
Kevin followed Sharad down the stairs to the basement. They took a long corridor to a small detention room. Inside, two detectives were having a cup of coffee and talking. They stood as Sharad entered the room.
"Okay, this is Kevin Wells. Bring in the men, one at a time."
Kevin sat down and watched through the two-way mirror as each suspect entered the room and was briefly interrogated by the detectives. Kevin didn't recognize the first or second suspects, but when the third one entered, he stood to get a good look.
"Yes, I remember that guy. He's one of the men who kidnaped us from Miss Victoria's place."
"Excellent," Sharad said. "Bring in the next one."
"Yeah, that guy was there, too. There were six or eight soldiers who captured us."
Sharad was delighted as Kevin identified seven of the twelve men as being involved in the kidnaping. Kevin hoped that this would take some of the pressure off Obatala if he decided to renege on his deal.
"Well, Kevin, this was a profitable meeting."
"I'm glad you found these guys. I was beginning to think everybody got away."
"Okay, I'm going to take you by the prosecutor's office and then you can go back home."
"Sir, do you think I could see Obatala before I go? I have a message for him, from his wife."
Sharad considered the request for a moment.
"I guess it couldn't hurt. I'll arrange for you to see him right after you meet with the prosecutor."
"Thanks, I really appreciate it."
Kevin met with the prosecutor for several hours. When they were finished, he was escorted to the jail where Obatala was being held. Obatala smiled when he saw Kevin and they embraced.
"Kevin, what a surprise.”
"Hi, Obatala. How are you holding up?"
"Not too well, actually. They're wearing me out."
"You do look tired. What are they doing to you?"
"Everyday they spend hours and hours with me, going over my testimony. I don't know what's truth or fiction anymore. I'm just so tired of it. I wish they would leave me alone."
"God, I'm so sorry, Obatala. I wish there was something I could do."
"I know. How's Cetawayo?"
"She’s fine and she said to tell you that she loves you."
"Did everything go all right?"
"Yes, we got them all settled in an apartment in Dallas. It's very nice and I think they'll be happy there."
"How are my boys?"
"They're fine. Kemba really misses you. He doesn't understand why you can't be with them."
"He's a fine boy. I miss him so much," Obatala said as he tried to hold back the tears.
"I told my dad to check on them every once in while, to make sure they're okay. They've got plenty of money. I put the two hundred grand in the bank for them."
"Two hundred thousand?"
"Yeah, I figured if you're going to be bought, you shouldn't go cheap."
They laughed.
"It's too bad I won't be able to spend it."
"I know, you finally get a few bucks and you can't even spend it. It's a pretty sad world we live in."
Obatala put his hand on Kevin’s shoulder. "Thank you, Kevin, for doing this for me."
Kevin took his hand and squeezed it. "It was a pleasure. Cetawayo is such a nice woman. Deviane and I really love her so."
"So, how are you and Deviane?"
"We're okay. We had a good trip to Dallas. We even stayed overnight at the White House."
"The White House? Really?"
"Uh huh. It was a big shock to me too. It was quite an experience."
"I can imagine."
"So are you ready for the trial?"
"Yes, I just want to get it over with."
Kevin swallowed hard. "Listen, Obatala. There's something I have to tell you."
Obatala looked at Kevin anxiously. "What is it?"
"I'm really sorry. I know the Prime Minister promised that if you cooperated and testified against the NDC, that he would be sure you only got a prison sentence and didn't get the death penalty."
Obatala closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. "Oh, God."
Kevin struggled to maintain his composure. "I’m so sorry, Obatala, but he may not be able to keep that promise. He says it’s totally out of his hands. Frankly, it looks like no matter how much help you are to them, they may still sentence you to hang."
Obatala shook his head and grimaced. "That bastard! So what's the point of my testifying? What will I accomplish, other than to insure Ahmad stays in power?"
"I wouldn't blame you if you told them to forget the deal. That's probably what I'd do."
"What about Cetawayo? Do you think she's out of danger?"
"I don't know. There's some kind of a connection between Ahmad and the United States government. I don't know how safe Cetawayo would be if you suddenly lost your memory."
"What about you and Deviane?"
"It would make it tough for us obviously, but we don't want that to play a part in your decision. We'll figure something out either way."
Obatala got up and walked to the cell door. He grabbed the bars with his hand and hung his head dejectedly. Finally he turned and looked at Kevin.
"I'm prepared to die, if it must be. I will keep my bargain, even though Ahmad is a cheat and a liar."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Kevin. I will die for you and Deviane, for my wife and my children, and for Trinidad!"
Kevin began to cry. "I'm so sorry, Obatala. I wish there was something I could do! You're a fine man. You don't deserve this."
"Don't cry for me, Kevin. I'm tired and I just want to get this over with. Just promise me one thing. Don't let my children forget me!"
"I won't, I promise! Your children will know what a great man you are."

Chapter 26

Tensions were high at the dinner table the night before Obatala's trial. Kevin and Deviane were silent and made no eye contact with the Prime Minister. Kiran and Anila felt the animosity in the air and made several attempts to strike up a conversation. Each time, it quickly ended in an uneasy silence. Ahmad looked at Deviane several times, but she did not respond to him. He picked up his wineglass and took a sip. Suddenly he slammed it hard on the table, startling everyone.
"You think I like doing this? Everything your mother and I have worked to achieve these last ten years is at stake!"
Deviane looked at her father. "Is being Prime Minister so important that you would betray your own children and send innocent people to their death?"
"You don't understand. It's not for me. It's for you and your mother and for Trinidad."
"Don't say you're doing this for me, because I don't want any part of it! And I seriously doubt that the people of Trinidad want some goon from the U.S. State Department running their country."
"That's ridiculous! Who told you that garbage?"
"We know about Navet Exploration and Safeguard Ventures." Kevin said.
"So what? It's just a business partnership."
"An American partnership that's made you very rich," Deviane replied.
"It's made all of us rich. You've enjoyed it as much as the rest of us."
"Yes, but I didn't know where it came from, nor did I know of the strings that were attached."
"So now you're telling me my money's no good! Then you won't mind if I revoke your trust fund."
Deviane stood up and threw down her napkin. "You can keep the bloody trust fund! I don't want it!"
"Fine, consider it done!"
"Good. And if you kill Obatala, you can forget I was ever your daughter. I can't forgive murder. Kevin and I will leave and you'll never see us again."
"Maybe I won't let you go."
"Then you'll have to kill us, because we won't be your prisoners."
Deviane left the dining room and went up to her room. Kevin looked at Anila sorrowfully.
"Why couldn't you leave our children out of your dirty politics?!" Anila said.
"It wasn't my choice. It was just meant to be. How could I have anticipated any of this?"
"Why does Obatala have to die? He saved your daughters' lives and you promised them you'd spare his life if he cooperated."
"It’s out of my hands. I can't tell the bloody judge what sentence he should impose. It would be improper."
Anila stood up and glared at Ahmad. "So you'll stand by and watch your own family be destroyed, just as long as you retain your precious political power?"
"No, it's all of you who are deserting me, just when I need your support more than ever."
Anila shook her head. "What happened to the honest, idealistic man I married? I never thought I’d see you stoop to such depths."
"Don't worry, Anila. I'm still the same man you married. We're facing a very complex and delicate situation, but it will all work out. You know our family is of paramount importance to me. I've always pulled us through the bad times, haven't I? You, of all people, should trust me."
"I'd like to, but I'm not blind, Ahmad."
"No, you're not blind, but that doesn't mean you always see the bloody truth."
"All I know is, if you drive Deviane away, I'll never forgive you," Anila said and then stormed out of the dining room.
Kiran looked at her father nervously. She got up and excused herself. Ahmad stared for a moment at the empty table.
“Ungrateful bastards!” he screamed as he sent three place settings of fine china crashing to the floor. Two servants came rushing in to see what had happened. Ahmad glared at them and spoke.
"Get my car and then clean up this mess!"

Chapter 27

The courtroom of the Port of Spain Third Criminal Court was packed with spectators and members of the press. The judge ordered the trial to commence and asked the prosecutor to read the indictment. Obatala listened without emotion as the prosecutor read the long list of charges against him. When he was done, the judge remarked that he understood the defendant intended to plead guilty. Obatala's defense counsel rose and responded.
"Yes, Your Honor, the defendant and the prosecution have made an arrangement, whereby Mr. Mohammed will fully cooperate with the Court in the trial of the thirty-three other defendants, in the hope that the Court will take this into account in passing its sentence."
"Very well," the judge said. "I will withhold sentencing until the conclusion of the trial so that I can determine the extent of the defendant's cooperation and the genuineness of his remorse. You may proceed with the other indictments."
The prosecutor read the indictments against all of the other defendants and then proceeded to give his opening statement. After the numerous members of the defense counsel had addressed the court, jury testimony began. Obatala was the first witness.
"Please state your name," the prosecutor said.
"Obatala Mohammed."
"Are you the brother of Ray Mohammed?"
"Yes."
"And was Ray Mohammed a member of the National Defense Coalition, sometimes known as the NDC?"
"Yes."
"How did you first become aware of this organization?"
"My brother held NDC meetings at my home."
"Who was the leader of this organization?"
"Malcolm Mann."
"Did you know Mr. Mann?"
"Yes, I saw him often."
"During the course of your involvement with the NDC, did you become aware of a conspiracy to assassinate the Prime Minister of Trinidad, Ahmad Shah?"
"Yes, I did."
"How did you acquire that knowledge?"
"My brother told me about it. I also overheard a member of the NDC talking about it."
"Would you explain how the operation was to be implemented?"
"A single assassin would travel to Dallas, Texas via Canada. He would be traveling on a counterfeit passport under the assumed name, Peter Gosne. A second person would go to Dallas separately, to assist in the escape."
"How was the escape to be handled?"
"A helicopter would be rented from a nearby airport. The pilot would meet the assassin on the roof of the convention center to take him to a secluded location north of Dallas. The helicopter would be abandoned and the two men would escape in a car, which they had left there. They would drive to Tulsa, Oklahoma. From there they would fly to Salt Lake City and then on to Vancouver. From Vancouver, they would return to Trinidad."
"Do you know the identity of the assassin?"
Obatala looked down and shifted in his seat.
"Can you tell us who was to be the assassin?" the prosecutor repeated.
"Yes. It was my brother, Ray Mohammed."
The audience suddenly came alive, buzzing with excited conversation. Members of the press scrambled in and out of the gallery. The judge banged his gavel to restore order.
"How do you know this?"
"He told me. I drove him to the airport and took care of his family while he was on the assignment."
"When did he come back?"
"About a week later."
"Did you pick him up from the airport?"
"Yes. He was very upset that the assassination attempt had failed. Apparently, the NDC had planned a coup during the chaos expected after the Prime Minister's death. He was afraid that the government would come down on him and the other NDC leaders once they figured out who was responsible for the attack."
"What was Ray's reaction when he heard Kevin Wells was coming to Trinidad?"
"He knew it would be the end of the NDC if Kevin ever identified him as the assassin."
"So how did he plan to deal with that problem?"
"He concocted a plan to get Kevin here a day early. I was to pick him up and take him to a predetermined location, where he would be murdered. The body would be dumped downtown, like he was the victim of an ordinary street crime."
"So, why wasn't this plan carried out?"
"It was, to a degree. We managed to get Kevin here a day early and picked him up, but as I drove him into Port of Spain, I realized I couldn't be part of his murder. So I took him to the Prime Minister's residence, as he requested."
"What was Ray's reaction to the disobedience of his directive?"
"I lied to him. I told him Kevin wasn't at the airport. He either didn't come or someone else picked him up. Ray was livid, but what could he do? I'm his brother."
Obatala was on the stand the rest of the day; explaining the inner workings of the NDC, identifying many of the thirty-three defendants as members and outlining the NDC's second plan to take over the government of Trinidad. Toward the end of the day, the prosecution passed the witness. Because it was so late, the judge decided to reserve cross-examination for Tuesday.
Cross-examination took several days due to the size of the team of counsel assigned to defend the NDC members. It wasn't until late Thursday that Kevin took the stand.
"Please state your name for the Court."
"Kevin Wells."
"Mr. Wells, you're an American citizen, is that correct?"
"Yes."
"And where do you reside?"
"In Plano, Texas, U.S.A."
"And did you have an occasion to be at the Caribbean Free Trade Conference in Dallas?"
"Yes, I was part of the ROTC color guard."
"It's well known that you were shot trying to save the Prime Minister."
"Yes."
"Did you have an opportunity to see the person who shot you?"
"Yes, I saw him when he first came into the building and then, just before he pulled the trigger."
"Do you know the identity of the man who shot you?"
"Yes, it was Ray Mohammed."
"How do you know that?"
"I identified a picture of him from some mug shots the FBI showed me. Later on, while I was being held hostage, he and Malcolm Mann visited us in our prison cell."
"Did you immediately recognize Mr. Mohammed as your assailant?"
"Yes, there was no doubt. He later admitted to me that he was the one."
A murmur went up in the gallery. Kevin looked out at the hundreds of spectators who had been anxiously listening to testimony all week long. The judge banged his gavel and the prosecution resumed. Kevin continued to testify about everything that had happened to him after he arrived in Trinidad. At five, the Judge recessed the trial until the next morning. On Friday morning the prosecution asked about Obatala's rescue.
"Now, when you reached the road, you say there was no one there?"
"Yes, we were very upset, because we expected government troops to be patrolling the road. Then we saw headlights. It turned out to be Mr. Mohammed. We jumped in his cab and took off just in time to avoid being captured by the NDC."
"Later on though, you were apprehended by the NDC."
"Yes."
"And it was Mr. Obatala Mohammed's idea to take you to the midwife, Victoria's place?"
"Yes, he said she could provide Kiran medical attention."
"And shortly after you arrived, the NDC showed up?"
Kevin looked over at Obatala, took a deep breath and then replied.
"Correct."
The team of defense counselors cross-examined Kevin all afternoon. At six, the judge recessed the trial until the following Monday. Kevin watched sadly as Obatala was led away. I wonder what you really think about all this, my friend. Do you hate me? I wouldn’t blame you if you did. It must be horrible to know your life will soon be over. What a painful way to have to face death. I hope when it’s my time, death will be quick and without warning.

That night, Kevin and Deviane had dinner at Café Savannah. It was the first time they’d left the Prime Minister's residence in several weeks. Since Kevin's involvement in the trial was over, there was no reason to think his life was still in danger.
It was a warm, rainy night and the pair had to use their umbrella to avoid getting soaked. The headwaiter, having been warned of their arrival, took them to a secluded part of the restaurant, where they would be less likely to be noticed.
"You've got to try the Callaloo soup," Deviane said.
"Oh really? What in the hell is that?"
"It's made with taro leaf, okra, pumpkin and crab meat. It's wonderful."
Kevin laughed. "That's all right. I think I'll pass on that one. What else do they have?"
"The Lobster Soucouyant is good."
"Lobster. That sounds safe. I'll have that."
The waiter came over and took their orders. Deviane ordered the Callaloo soup and pork steak. Kevin got the lobster and asked for a bottle of white wine. While they were waiting for the wine, Kevin gazed thoughtfully upon Deviane.
You are so beautiful. I can’t believe you’ll soon be my wife. Everything has happened so fast. In just a few short months, our lives have taken such a drastic turn. Never in my most delirious moment would I have seen myself in Trinidad, opposite the most beautiful woman my mind could have ever concocted. I am such a lucky man, having truly found my soul mate. But why, instead of feeling joy, am I afraid? Petrified, to be more exact, that something will happen to prevent the fulfillment of our union.
Deviane smiled sympathetically, seeming to understand the agony and torment he was feeling. Under the table she extended her foot and began massaging his inner thigh. Kevin’s anxiety suddenly evaporated as he became greatly aroused. He squirmed in his seat.
"I'm sorry," she said giggling. "I shouldn't do that to you, but it's so much fun. Soon this will all be over and we'll be married. Then you can ravish my body at will."
"God, I hope so. Waiting is such torture," Kevin replied.
"I know, but nothing can keep us apart now. We'll always be together. I'm certain of it."
"So, how do you think the trial is going?"
"It seems to be going well. Daddy is elated. I heard Sharad tell him a conviction of all of the NDC thirty-three is a certainty."
"I hope so. Do you think your father will be able to keep them from hanging Obatala?"
"Yes, he told Mother not to worry about it. He said she should trust him. Mother is convinced he’s figured out a way to be sure Obatala is not sentenced to death."
"Well, he shouldn't be. He certainly served up the NDC on a silver platter for your father. I just hope, while he’s in prison, one of them doesn't put a knife in his gut."
"Do you think that could happen?"
"Unfortunately, it could."
"Why can't they keep him away from the other inmates? That seems like the least they could do."
"We should discuss it with your father."
"Yes, we should."
"What are we going to do if Obatala is sentenced to die? Are you really going to leave the country immediately?"
"We won't have a choice. I won't be escorted down the aisle by a murderer!"
"We'll have to live frugally, since you gave away your trust fund."
Deviane half smiled. "Did that upset you?"
"No. You did the right thing, but you've got to admit it's a little unsettling to throw away that kind of money."
"I don't want the money, Kevin. I want you and I to earn our own living. I want to sleep soundly at night knowing that we’ve always been honest and forthright with the people we encounter in life. You and I can accomplish so much good together if we can just divorce ourselves from the evil around us. If we can do that, we'll be happy. The reason I know this is that I've already felt it. In fact, I'm feeling it now, just being near you."
Kevin shook his head. "You’re something else, Deviane. God, was I lucky to find you! I know what you mean. I feel the same way right now. I just wish we could leave Trinidad right this minute, before something happens to spoil our future together."
"It won't be long, now. We just have to be patient and trust God."
"I know."
"I love you, Kevin. I will always love you. You know that." Deviane laid her hand on the center of the table and smiled.
Kevin took it and squeezed it gently. "I love you, too. Always and forever, until death do us part."
"No, no. We'll be together even after death too,” Deviane protested. “I just know it!"
"I pray to God you're right."







Chapter 28

Several weeks passed before the trial of the NDC thirty-three was over. At the conclusion of the trial, the jury found seventeen of the defendants guilty of high treason, conspiracy to overthrow the government and murder of the soldiers killed in the assault on NDC headquarters. Sixteen defendants were acquitted and sent home to their very relieved families. The courthouse was packed as the judge was scheduled to pass sentence on the seventeen defendants and Obatala. Kevin and Deviane were seated in the front row of the courtroom, next to the Attorney General. The Prime Minister and Anila were at home in the study, waiting for the judge's decision.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now my duty to pass sentence on the defendants standing before me. The defendants will please rise."
All the defendants came to their feet. Kevin's eyes were fixed on Obatala.
"Treason is the greatest offense a man can commit against his country and his people. Our young republic is dependent on loyalty and allegiance to the Constitution. When citizens conspire to gain power by force, in contravention of the will of the people, they must be punished quickly and severely, so that others will be deterred from committing such a grievous crime. Accordingly, I have little choice but to sentence the seventeen remaining defendants to death by public hanging."
Screams and wails emanated from the families of the condemned. A buzz of excitement radiated throughout the court from those supporting the government and the
constitution.
"The sentence of the last defendant, Obatala Mohammed, I must say, has been the most difficult of my life. Here is a man in the thick of the conspiracy to overthrow the government, but who has remorse and tries to stop what has been started. Although he is powerless to arrest the plot himself, he cooperates and helps bring justice to Trinidad. It is a tribute to this man that he came to his senses and had the decency to try to stop the evil he had helped conceive.
“But is that enough to cleanse him of his crime? Many, even the chief prosecutor, believe his life should be spared, but I think not. One cannot undo what has been done. Obatala is not an evil man, but he made a grievous mistake. An example must be made of him, so that others will know of the certainty and severity of punishment for any act of treason. This is necessary for the very self-preservation of our Republic. Therefore, I sentence Obatala to death by lethal injection. For his remorse and aid in bringing justice to the Republic, I will let him die without pain and with a measure of dignity."
Kevin rose to his feet and screamed.
"No! No, you can't kill him!"
Deviane's head fell as tears poured out of her eyes. The Attorney General grabbed Kevin's arm.
"Kevin, the press will see you!"
"Why?! Why does he have to die? It isn't necessary. Aren't seventeen lives enough?"
"Kevin, we did everything we could."
"You obviously didn't do enough!"
Deviane took Kevin's arm. "Come on, Kevin. We need to go home and pack. I want to leave as soon as possible," she said.
When Kevin and Deviane arrived home Anila was waiting.
"Sweetheart, you can't leave. Your father did everything he could to save Obatala. He loves you very much. If you leave like this, it will kill both of us."
"I can't live in a country where traitors rule and good men are murdered in the name of justice. If I see my father again, I will spit in his face!"
Deviane ran upstairs and slammed the door.
"Kevin, you've got to talk some sense into her! Running out on her family won't accomplish anything."
"You know there’s nothing I can do to stop her, even if I wanted to. She has a mind of her own. We know politics sometimes require certain moral sacrifices, but Deviane and I don't want to be a part of that."
"I was so looking forward to your wedding. This is such a tragedy. Please try to change her mind."
"You've been very good to me, Anila. You and Kiran will be welcome at our home anytime. I'll write to you often, even if Deviane doesn't."
Kevin took Anila's hand and squeezed it lovingly. Then he gave her a hug and ran upstairs to pack. Thirty minutes later, Kevin and Deviane were at the door, ready to leave. As they were deciding how to get to the airport, the Prime Minister's limo drove into the driveway. Ahmad got out and walked over to them.
"Do you think I'm just going to let you pack up and leave my house, Deviane?"
"I'm eighteen years old. You can't stop me. This is still a free country, isn't it?"
"Deviane, you're upset and confused. Don't do anything rash. Stay here a few days and think this through. If you don't want to stay here at the house, I'll put you up at the Hilton."
"I'm sorry, nothing will change in a few days. Now, are you going to have someone take us to the airport or do I have to call a cab?"
"Don’t think you can come running back here when you run out of money, or your infatuation with Kevin wears off."
"You bastard! I hate you!” Deviane screamed. “Kevin, lets go!"
Deviane picked up her bag and started down the driveway. Kevin picked up the other suitcase and started to follow her.
"Wait!" the Prime Minister said as he motioned to his driver. "Take them to the airport and make sure they leave the country.” The driver nodded and took Deviane’s bag from her hand. As she and Kevin got in the big limo, Ahmad glared at her and said, ”You’re no longer my daughter! . . . Don’t ever come back."
Deviane looked back at her father and replied sadly, "Don’t worry, father. You’ll never see me again."
Ahmad swallowed hard as the limo pulled away.

The ride to the airport was quiet. Kevin held Deviane's hand and caressed it gently. After a while, Deviane laid her head on Kevin's shoulder and closed her eyes. Kevin watched her sleep. God I hope we’re doing the right thing. How will I take care of you, Deviane? You have always had everything and I have nothing to give you. I can’t believe you left your family for me. Am I worthy of your trust? God, I hope so. It feels so strange to be responsible for you now. If I screw up your life I’ll never forgive myself. But I won’t screw it up, I promise. I’ll figure out a way to take care of you and bring you happiness. I am so glad you will always be at my side. I am truly a lucky man.
Kevin looked down at Deviane's dark, shiny hair. He leaned down and took a deep breath, breathing the sweet fragrance of her body. He felt a rush of excitement so exhilarating, he nearly cried out with joy. Tears began to flow from his eyes.
Deviane looked up at him, smiled. "You're all I've got left, Kevin. Don't ever leave me."

The flight to Miami went quickly, but there was a long layover before the connecting flight to Dallas. Kevin called home to let his parents know he was coming. They were happy, but surprised by the call. It was mid-afternoon, so the two travelers went to the Starbucks in Concourse C to kill time.
"How are we going to tell Cetawayo about this?" Deviane asked.
"I don't know, but we've got to tell her before she reads about it in the newspaper."
"I hope it's not on the television news."
"Maybe we should call her."
"Oh God, she'll be devastated. We should be there in case she reacts badly."
"Yeah, you're right. We'll be home before the evening news comes on."
Deviane sipped her coffee and then frowned. "I'm sorry we won't be able to get married in the Botanical Gardens. It would have been magnificent.”
"That's all right. We have a beautiful church in Plano. We'll have a nice wedding there."
"Do you think my mother and Kiran will come?"
"If your father lets them."
"If Mother wants to come, he couldn't stop her."
"Then she'll be there. She still loves you."
"Was I foolish to give away my inheritance?"
"No, I don't want it. All I want is you. If you had a million dollars, you might wonder if I really loved you. Now you'll never feel that way. We've got what we always wanted, right?"
"Yes, we do."
"So drink your coffee, it's about time we left for the gate."
It was nearly eight o'clock when the big Boeing jet landed at Dallas-Fort Worth Airport. Kevin's parents met them at the airport and took them directly to Cetawayo's apartment. When Cetawayo answered the door, her eyes were red and swollen. She had already heard the news.
"I'm so sorry, Cetawayo," Deviane said as she embraced her. "I left immediately, when it was apparent my father had betrayed us."
"Come in. I’m so glad to see you. I know you did all you could. I'm sorry this affair has driven you from your family."
Kevin and his parents followed Deviane and Cetawayo into the apartment and took a seat.
"This is my mom and dad, Pat and Glen Wells."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you."
"Do you want to come stay at our house tonight?" Kevin asked. "We'd love to have all of you."
"No, thank you. Frankly, it isn't a shock to me that this happened. I've been mentally preparing myself for weeks. I knew it was unlikely they would spare his life."
"When I saw him last, I warned him this was a possibility," Kevin said. "He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. He made me promise that his children wouldn't forget him."
"I won't let them forget him. He was their father and he was a great man," Cetawayo replied.
As they were talking, Kemba ran into the room.
"Kevin! It's Kevin and Deviane!"
Soon the twins had joined Kemba, who had made himself comfortable in Kevin's lap.
"I'm afraid you're the only man they know in America."
"He looks pretty good with kids in his lap, don't you think?" Deviane asked.
"Oh yes," Mrs. Wells said. "He'll definitely make a good father."
"All right, that's enough, girls. Why don't you take one of these guys? I only have two knees."
Cetawayo got up and took one of the twins from Kevin.
"Thank you for stopping by. I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me."
"Have you got a job yet?"
"Not yet, but I took the test for my teaching certificate. I should get the results in a couple of weeks."
"Good," Deviane said.
"The kids have been going to school and they seem to be adjusting well. I've found a day care that will take them home after school, when I go back to work."
"Excellent," Kevin said. "Well, be sure and call us if you need anything."
"I will."
"I guess we better go, we're kind of tired from our trip."
"I can imagine. Thanks for stopping by. I'm so glad I finally got to meet your parents, Kevin."
Everyone stood up and started towards the door.
"If you need anything, call us," Mrs. Wells said.
"I will."
It was late when they got home. Mrs. Wells made coffee and they talked for several hours, discussing what had happened and making plans for the upcoming weeks.

When Kevin's parents finally went to bed, Kevin and Deviane were still too keyed up to sleep, so they went into the den and turned on the TV. As they sat on the sofa, in each other's arms, they wondered what the future would hold for them. Finally, they succumbed to their exhaustion and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter 29

Several weeks passed with no communication between Deviane and her parents. Due to his escapades in Trinidad during the last two months of the school year, Kevin had to attend the last session of summer school in order to graduate from Plano High School. Realizing that Kevin's savings wouldn't be sufficient to sustain them long, Kevin and Deviane decided to go to junior college for their first year. With only a one-week break, he and Deviane began classes at Collin County Community College in late August.
It was a Saturday morning in early September. Kevin and Deviane were about to eat breakfast. Kevin went outside to get the Dallas Morning News, which was delivered to their door each morning. On the way in, he looked at the front page briefly and then pulled out the sports section. Once inside, he threw the rest of the paper on the table and went to pour himself some coffee. Deviane picked up the front page and began reading it. After finishing it, she started leafing through the rest of the section for articles that might interest her. Suddenly she froze.
"Kevin, look! It's an article about the NDC executions."
"What does it say?"

"Confessed NDC Leader Executed in Trinidad. The National Defense Coalition member whose testimony was instrumental in the conviction of seventeen NDC members in August was executed today in Port of Spain. Obatala Mohammed was the brother of Ray Mohammed, who was suspected of being the gunman in the attempted assassination of Prime Minister Ahmad Shah last April. Mohammed's execution came very quickly after his conviction and sentencing, since he refused to appeal the decision of Port of Spain's Third Criminal Court. The execution by lethal injection was carried out in private, in accordance with the Court's ruling. The ruling provided that Mohammed would not be publicly hanged like the other seventeen NDC members due to his cooperation with authorities. Since no one has claimed his body, prison officials announced that Mohammed's remains would be cremated. The remaining seventeen NDC members have appealed their convictions. Those appeals are expected to take up to a year before they are finally resolved and the public executions can take place."

"I can't believe he's dead," Deviane said. "I kept thinking something would happen. Somehow, he would be allowed to live. My mother said not to worry, trust my father."
"At least it's over. Maybe now we can bury the past and focus on the future. I'm just sorry you lost your family over all of this."
"At least I found you, Kevin. If you hadn't showed up, I would have been forced to sell out, just like my father."
"Maybe not, I'm not sure your mother knows what's going on. Surely, Kiran isn't a party to your father's treachery."
"My mother knows. Maybe not every detail, but she knows my father better than anyone. He couldn't keep this kind of secret from her."
"Then why would she tolerate it? She seems like such a good person, so full of love."
"I don't know," Deviane said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "I wish I could understand it."
"We should go to Cetawayo, she’ll be needing us."
"You're right. We'll stop by the florist and bring her some flowers. Maybe she'd like to go to the church and light a candle for him."
"Good idea, come on."
It was a beautiful morning and traffic was light. It didn't take long to get to Cetawayo's apartment. They stopped at a florist along the way and bought a dozen white daisies. Cetawayo was surprised when she opened the door and saw them.
"Kevin, Deviane. What are you two doing here?"
"I guess you haven't seen the paper this morning."
"No. The kids. . . . Oh no! Oh God! Did they kill him?"
"I'm afraid so."
Cetawayo burst into tears. She struggled to the sofa and collapsed. Deviane went into the bathroom, found a box of tissues and brought them to her. She sat down next to her and put her arm around her. They both cried for some time as Kevin watched wishing he could do something to comfort them.
"You know,” Cetawayo finally said. “I’m glad it’s over. We've been living with this so long. I think it will be easier for Kemba if he knows his father is dead. Now, he thinks he was deserted. His teachers have been having a hard time with him. They say he's bitter and hostile to everyone. I've been at a loss. You'd think, as a teacher, I would know what to do."
"I think you're right," Deviane said. "Now maybe he can bury his father and the healing process can begin."
"Hey, why don't we go to the church and light a candle for him," Kevin said.
"I'd like that. I better go tell the children. They have a right to know."
"Sure. Do you want us to wait outside?"
"No, just have a seat. It will take me a few minutes to get them ready to go."
Kevin and Deviane spent the rest of the day with Cetawayo and her children. They went to a Catholic church near Cetawayo's apartment and lit a candle for Obatala. Then they took the kids to the zoo and the Omni Theater so they wouldn't have time to think about their father. When they finally arrived back at Cetawayo's apartment, it was late and kids went right to bed. Kevin and Deviane hugged Cetawayo one last time and then left her alone to grieve.
Several more weeks passed. Kevin and Deviane began making plans for their wedding. It would be simple and inexpensive, but they didn't care as long as they finally made it down the aisle. Late one Thursday afternoon they had planned to go to Collin Creek Mall to look at wedding invitations. As they were leaving they got a frantic call from Cetawayo. She was hysterical, something about someone packing up her things and taking her away.
Kevin and Deviane left immediately and raced down Central Expressway towards Cetawayo's apartment. They couldn't imagine what was going on. When they arrived, the apartment was empty. Cetawayo and the boys were gone.
Kevin and Deviane stared at the empty apartment in shock. They ran to the manager's office. A young lady was sitting at her desk.
"Miss, what happened to Cetawayo Mohammed? Where did she go?"
"I have no idea," she replied, "but at least she had the decency to pay off her lease."
"Who packed up her stuff?"
"A whole moving crew came, packed her up and then left with everything. Two men took her and the kids. They were driving a blue Buick."
"They didn't say who they were?"
"No."
"Did Cetawayo go voluntarily or did they force her to leave."
"I don't know, I just try to mind my own business."
Kevin and Deviane left the manager's office and went back to the apartment to search for clues as to where the men had taken Cetawayo and the children.
"Do you think it was Malcolm Mann?" Kevin said.
"Oh my God! If it was, there's no telling what he'll do to them."
"What about the money? I wonder if they got the money?"
"Let's go to the bank. They may be there now!"
"Okay, come on. It's almost five, we don't have much time."
As they turned to leave the apartment, they saw a short, black man in the doorway. They strained to make out his face in the darkness. They inched closer and closer.
"Hi. Did you know Cetawayo?" Kevin said.
"Yes, I did.”
“Do you know what happened to her?”
He laughed. “Don't you recognize me?"
"No, should I?” Kevin replied.
The man took a few steps out of the shadow.
“Oh my God! Obatala? Is that you?"
"Yes, Kevin. It's me!"
"But–"
"You mustn't tell anyone you saw me. I'm officially dead."
Deviane grabbed Kevin's arm to keep from fainting.
"Oh my God! Obatala, you're alive!"
"No, Obatala is dead. I'm Haywood Alexander. My family and I are moving. Somewhere, I don't know exactly where. The FBI is rather secretive about it."
"But we read about your death in the newspaper."
"I know, they had me fooled too. When they strapped me in the chair and gave me the lethal injection, I was prepared to die. When I woke up two days later in Florida, you can imagine how shocked I was."
Kevin rushed over to Obatala and embraced him.
"You are alive. For a moment I thought you were a ghost."
"Come here, Deviane. Feel me so you too will know that I'm alive."
Deviane walked over to Obatala slowly. When she saw him clearly, she ran into his arms.
"Oh, God! Obatala, I'm so glad you're alive!"
"The feeling is mutual, believe me.”
Kevin stood back and shook his head.
“I just can’t believe it.”
“Nor can I. I just wanted you two to know that everything worked out. . . . I’ve got to go now, they've only given me two minutes to talk to you and our time is up."
Obatala pulled an envelope out of his pocket.
"I almost forgot. I'm supposed to deliver this letter to you."
Deviane took the letter and held it gingerly.
"Thanks for taking care of Cetawayo and the children. Maybe someday we'll be able to get together and talk about everything. I've got to run now. Goodbye."
Obatala disappeared just as quickly as he had come, leaving Kevin and Deviane shaken and confused. For a moment they just stared at the empty doorway. Deviane, with tears streaming from her eyes, turned to Kevin and they embraced.
"I'm so happy, Kevin! You don't know how happy I am."
"It's a miracle! I can't believe it. Obatala is alive!"
Deviane wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at the envelope. "I guess I should read the letter."
"Yes, open it! What does it say?"
Deviane ripped open the letter and began to read it;

Dear Deviane,

As you know by now, I did keep my promise. Please forgive me for the pain I've caused you and Kevin. Maybe someday you'll understand why it had to be this way. Please come home. Your mother has been sick with grief since you left us. We all love you, and Kevin too.
Love,
Ahmad

P. S. No one knows of any of this, not even Kiran and your mother. So please destroy this letter and keep everything you've learned to yourselves.

Deviane looked at Kevin and smiled.
"What do you think?"
"I think we should make plane reservations."
"Oh, Kevin. I can't believe it. It's like I woke up from a terrible dream. I'm so relieved!"
"Me too. Let's get out of here. We've got packing to do."

Chapter 30

Twenty thousand spectators jammed Queen's Park Savannah to watch the wedding procession as it made its way from the Royal Botanical Gardens, through the streets of Port of Spain to the Hilton Inn, where the reception was scheduled to take place. It was a warm January day. White, billowy clouds danced across the tropical sky, providing an intermittent reprieve from the hot sun. Hundreds of snow white cranes, resting on the lawn along Queen Elizabeth Avenue suddenly ascended in unison, forming the image of an angel ascending into the heavens. Five ivory limousines carried the bride and groom, the Prime Minister, family and honored guests to the reception at the Hilton's famous Flamingo Room.
It was to be the most spectacular wedding in Trinidad's history. Not only had the marriage of Kevin Wells to Deviane Shah captured the imagination of the citizens of Trinidad, but it was carried live via satellite to the United States, where millions of Americans watched with tearful joy as America's newest hero wedded a West Indies goddess. It was, without doubt, the wedding of the decade, comparable to the best of the royal weddings of Great Britain.
The Prime Minister and Anila stood in the long reception line, soaking up the compliments and accolades of the elite of Trinidad as well as the many foreign dignitaries and representatives from nations all over the world. In just a short six months, the government of Prime Minister Ahmad Shah had come from the brink of collapse to being the most stable government in the West Indies.
The Wells Accord, now firmly in place, was creating a flurry of economic activity between the United States and Trinidad in anticipation of huge oil exports in the near future. As a result, the Trinidad stock market surged ahead eighteen percent in the final quarter of the year. Economists were predicting a banner year for exports, a huge influx of cash into the poor nation and a significant reduction in Trinidad's traditionally high unemployment rate.
Kevin and Deviane Wells took to the dance floor, much to the delight of their guests. To many, they were a blissful aberration in a decadent society. Hopefully, they were a sign that the pendulum of social morality had reached its zenith on the side of iniquity and was destined to swing back, towards honesty and decency. As the orchestra played, Kevin and Deviane glided across the floor, gazing into each other's love-filled eyes, together emitting an enchanting radiance that brought tears of joy to nearly every spectator's eyes.
When the time had come for the reception to conclude, Kevin and Deviane bid their farewell and took the elevator to the seventh floor. They held hands as they rushed down the hall to the honeymoon suite. Kevin unlocked the door and pushed it open. Then he turned, lifted Deviane up and carried her over the threshold, all the way to the magnificent canopy bed. He dropped her gently onto the mattress and then fell upon her, smothering her with joyful kisses. She laughed and then pushed him away.
"Kevin, let me change before you ravish my body."
"But I can't wait!"
"You've waited this long, you can wait five more minutes, you crazy boy."
"Okay, but hurry. I'm in utter agony."
"I'm going to change in the bathroom. Your suitcase is in the closet. Wear the silk pajamas my mother gave you as a wedding present. I picked them out especially for tonight."
"Okay, hurry up."
Kevin went to the closet and found the pajamas. He ripped off his tuxedo and threw it on a chair. He looked in the mirror at his naked body, wondering if it would excite Deviane. Then he pulled on the silk pajama bottoms and climbed onto the bed. He listened intently to Deviane in the bathroom, working diligently to prepare herself for their lovemaking. Curiosity overcame him, so he slid off the bed and moved quietly to the bathroom door. It was cracked slightly. He peered inside at Deviane sitting naked before the mirror. Mesmerized by Deviane's inviolate body, Kevin held his breath to avoid detection. Finally, he retreated to the bed and collapsed on the mattress, hardly able to restrain himself from rushing in after her. Deviane finally appeared in a long, white, sheer gown.
Kevin’s eyes widened as she got closer and he saw the silhouette of her body beneath her gown . His heart began to beat like the rhythm of a pan band. As she inched closer and closer, he became so aroused, he cringed in carnal pain.
Deviane gazed upon Kevin's naked torso as she crept toward him. Her eyes moved from his handsome face, down his muscular chest to his flat stomach. She smiled as she noticed the large bulge in his silk pajamas.
When they first touched, an electric charge jolted them. Kevin pulled Deviane down on the bed and began to caress her breasts while they kissed with a passion and fury as powerful a tropical hurricane. Their long suppressed lust for one another propelled them into a sexual frenzy neither could contain. For hours, they explored every inch of each other's body, reveling in feelings and joys they had never before experienced.
When they finally surrendered to exhaustion, it was well past midnight. Their naked bodies inextricably intertwined, they slept in peaceful silence until dawn. As the first ray of sunlight shone through the thick hotel drapes, Kevin became conscious of the hot body snuggled up next to him. He smiled as the memory of the previous evening danced through his mind. He waited impatiently for his bride to awake for another round of carnal delight. Finally, Deviane began to stir. She picked her head up from his chest, opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Oh, it's you! I couldn't remember who I was sleeping with," Deviane said and then laid her head back on his chest.
"Ah!" Kevin replied and then ran his hand along her buttocks and gave her good pinch.
"Ouch!" she screeched as she sat up and began to laugh.
Kevin grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
"Come here, show me number 11 again."
Deviane struggled briefly and then began to crawl on top of Kevin like a lioness preparing to devour her prey. Kevin eyed her warily as she dipped her head down next to his ear and sank her teeth gently into his neck."
"Oh, God! Jesus! No! . . . Oh! Oh! Yeah. Don’t stop."

The End

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