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Theodore Thompson is a salesman visiting Cairnsford in Colorado to generate more business for the web design firm he works for. When a morning meeting ends early, he has the entire afternoon to kill, and decides to find a good lay, so as to relax and enjoy himself.

In a bar he finds a practicing witch who is into fertility rites. She also lives close by, and invites him back to participate in one. She assures him she doesn't worship Satan and has no intention of sacrificing him to The Evil One.

Ted believes he's hit the jackpot. Unfortunately, he didn't bother to inquire about who she does worship.

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Release dateDec 23, 2013
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Kevin L. O'Brien

Kevin L. O'Brien was born with a pen in his hand.Well, not quite, but he has been writing for as long as he can remember, at least since First Grade. Writing has always been his first, true love, but it hasn't always been his career. He worked for 15 years as a biomedical researcher, then for 3 years as a web designer. However, after 30 years of trying to be published in print with little success, he has decided to try his hand at self-publishing.He writes primarily speculative fiction -- fantasy, science fiction, horror, and their sub-genres -- but he also likes to try his hand at thrillers, suspense, mystery, and even westerns. However, his stories tend to have a fantasy element, no matter how subtle.Most of his stories involve the following three main characters:Medb hErenn (http://www.medbherenn.com/) -- One-time queen of Ireland, she is over 3500 years old. A warrior and a sorceress, she cannot be harmed by any weapon made by the hand of man.Eile and Sunny, Team Girl (http://www.teamgirlforever.com/) -- They are two adorable, vivacious, fun-loving young women whose motto is ONWARD TO ADVENTURE!!! Yet trouble follows them like a love-sick puppy wherever they go.Sir Differel Van Helsing (http://www.sir-differel.com/) -- The descendent of Abraham Van Helsing and King Arthur, she heads the Caerleon Order, the premier monster-hunting organization of the United Kingdom and the Commonwealth. She commands Dracula, the most powerful vampire extant, and the greatsword Caliburn, better known as Excalibur.He also writes a series of sword & sorcery stories set in an alternative universe known as the Lands of the Dreams of Men.Kevin lives in Denver with his family and 4 cats.For more information, see his website: http://www.kevinlobrien.com/

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    Redshirt - Kevin L. O'Brien

    Redshirt

    Kevin L. O'Brien

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    Text Copyright 2013 by Kevin L. O'Brien

    Cover design and typography copyright 2013 by Kevin L. O'Brien

    Greece font distributed under an end user license agreement by Elfring Soft Fonts

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents, including those based on the real world, are either products of the imagination of Kevin L. O'Brien or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Because some ebook platforms do not support special characters, certain words may appear misspelled, but this was done deliberately to avoid the problem of the platforms deleting the characters. Also, the LRF platform used by older models of the Sony Reader does not permit the use of links to external URLs, whereas the PDB platform used by Palm reading devices does not support any form of linking whatsoever.

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    Table of Contents

    Preface

    Redshirt

    About the Author

    Other Books by Kevin L. O'Brien

    Connect with Kevin L. O'Brien

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    Preface

    A popular cliche has it that witches are devil worshipers who use sexual favors to trap men, so they can sacrifice them to their fell god. Implicit in this is a stereotype, that of the beautiful sexpot, as opposed to the hideous, misshapen crone. It's all nonsense; witches as a group do not worship devils, engage in wanton sexual practices, or perform human sacrifice.

    But that's not to say that there have never been individual witches who do.

    This could be considered a Cthulhu Mythos story, since it mentions the Great Old Ones. However, the Mythos elements are peripheral to the plot, and could just as easily been left out. As for the title, it refers to the fictional trope of a character that exists only to be hurt or killed.

    This story contains frank descriptions of sexual acts. Reader discretion is advised.

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    Theodore Thompson? Man, does that take me back! Yeah, I knew Ted, very well in fact. We were boyhood friends, went to the same high school and college, started a band together, shared an apartment, dated the same girls; the whole nine yards. We even worked for the same company, a web design firm in San Francisco. I was one of their designers and Ted was a salesman. He was really good, too; in his best year he brought in close to three and a half million dollars worth of new business. Kept us pretty busy for as long as he lasted.

    Okay, mind you, I don't know if any of this is true. I wasn't there, he told me about it later, when I went to see him after he was committed to that loony bin in Cairnsford. But Ted had never been a fanciful guy. He and I were classic left brain/right brain types; I was the imaginative one, he was the analyzer and planner. So I can't see him making up such a fantastic story. Yeah, sure, I've seen the doctors' report: paranoid schizophrenia with delusions of persecution. It's bullshit, all of it--pardon my French. You want to know what I think? I think that dame screwed with his head as well as his body.

    Well, anyhow, a few years ago he was in Colorado on a business trip, trying to land us a few more clients. One of his stops was in Cairnsford. He finished his meeting early and decided to go back to his hotel to rest. He said it was a rainy, cold day, and he couldn't get a cab, so he tried to walk, but he ended up taking refuge in some bar off Gilpin Street. It turned out to be one of those neighborhood pubs that catered to families and young couples rather than hardcore drinkers. He said it had a warm, rich decor that made you feel comfortable as soon as you entered. It was virtually deserted, which wasn't that strange considering it was early afternoon, but there was one other patron sitting at the bar.

    He said she was gorgeous. To hear him describe her, she had Rachel Welch's looks with Anna Nicole Smith's body, back when she posed for Playboy, before she married that gazzillionaire and went to pot. She also wore a rather tight sweater and slacks that left little to the imagination, if you know what I mean.

    Well, Ted fancied himself a ladies man, and while no lothario, he nonetheless was always on the lookout for a good lay. He had plenty of time to kill that afternoon, and he liked the look of her, so he figured what the hell. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

    He remembered every exact word of their conversation. I don't have his memory, so I'm going to paraphrase, but you'll get the gist of it.

    He walked up to the bar, about one seat away from her, and ordered a drink. She sat on the stool leaning back against the counter with both elbows propped up beside her. She didn't look at him, but neither did she try to avoid him.

    He kept trying to make eye contact without success, but once he got his drink he sidled up beside her. She still didn't look his way, so he decided to initiate contact.

    Hey, baby, what's your sign? Ted never was very subtle.

    The woman finally glanced his way, an irritated look on her face at first, but her expression softened as she looked him up and down. He got the feeling she was examining him, like some scientist studying a specimen, trying to determine if he would measure up.

    She must have liked what she saw, though, because she finally smiled. The pentagram.

    Huh? For a really intelligent guy, he sometimes wasn't the swiftest

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