They were a family of strong, powerful men and Sheba was proud to be their beloved kin. Like a box of goodness, they came in all shades of chocolate imaginable: from the richest, darkest hues of cocoa and coffee to the spicy shades of caramel and cinnamon.

‘Wow! What a wonderful family to call my own!’ she mused as she surveyed the crowd gathered on the beach of Dupree Cay (pronounced ‘key’), they were celebrating the New Year with a family reunion.

Being a close-knit family, they all built homes on the Cay. Sheba smiled as she admired her home, which stood atop four columns right in the kaleidoscopic waters of the Atlantic Ocean. She fondly referred to her home as her tree house.

Right now, it was time to party and nothing was stopping her. With the wild abandon that is customary at Dupree fetes, she danced and feasted on exotic island cuisine until the early morning light cast its rays upon the welcoming Coast.

 Finally, exhilarated and exhausted, Sheba opened the sliding door of her tree house. Climbing into her netted brass bed, she allowed the morning breezes access to every fiber of her now naked body as she melted into a deep sleep........!

A fierce wind blew. The dust rose from the earth, forming a heart, a head, a leg, a body, a human form. There he stood, six-feet six-inches proud. He was born to be a king......!

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