The book of fate appears in many forms. It can reveal itself as a book, computer game, physical place or some other variation. Some believe it is a product of an organization established to right perceived wrongs.

Those who escaped its grasp believe it is a cult, a powerful one formed by a coven of witches. There is no proof to substantiate any such claim. Modern society rejects witches, vampires or warlocks as existing. No one who may have escaped ever dared to speak aloud of their experience. No one hearing their stories would accept them. Escape or not, real or not anyone invited to any of its manifestations discovers their lives are permanently altered.

This is a complete stand alone story in the Book of Fate universe. To be determine if any similar stories will be added. It depends on how this goes

Permission granted to Big Closet only, rights reserved by author.

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Erika Rabideau stepped inside the elaborate conference room at Siler Lake. She carried a single manila folder under her arm. The tall slender woman nearing thirty years of age appeared much younger. Her black hair cut in a mid length rested above her shoulders as it framed her face. Dark green eyes were her dominate feature. Deep oval emerald pools commanded all they viewed. Many adversaries swore she could see into their souls. Smoothing her ankle length skirt as she sat her visage scanned the other woman.

Casey Sheldon sat waiting for her associate at the long hand polished oak table. She folded her arms as a warming gesture having entered moments ago. September proved colder than normal. Casey relished the massive stone fireplace blazing in the corner. The five inch disc shaped coats of arms on the hearth representing all four member families. Casey looked up at her friend.

"The snow is starting and the cold." She shook. "What did you bring us this time Erika? Or should I ask who?"

Erika slid the folder across the table her long red nails perfectly manicured. "I have a real creep this time." She watched the honey blond frown when reading the contents.

The younger Casey's eyes flamed as they scanned the most recent incident.

The two women reviewed the behavior of Jason Martin. He is a corporate lawyer on the fast track to a Partnership. Mr. Martin is a womanizer among other unsavory attributes. His most recent indiscretion caused the death of a fifteen year old girl. Karen Riley was the daughter of one of Mr. Martin's clients. He thought the girl was much older when he got her drunk. Two months later when Jason discovered she was pregnant he spent thousands correcting it. The girl grew despondent and took her life. Jason felt no guilt. No more so than when an associate gave birth to Jason's child. The woman's husband beamed with pride thinking it was his own. Jason convinced her not to make waves.

Martin engineered a concept professing it is cheaper to settle lawsuits than shut down the production line. A large auto manufacturer had a design defect that caused gas tank explosions resulting in many deaths. Rather than recall and replace Jason pointed out it was less costly to pay damages. Corporate profits rose. Jason received a hefty bonus while victims increased. An associate who complained mysteriously left the firm. Jason commented about the victims "it sucks to be them." According to Jason the kid associate did not have the stones to play in the big leagues.

Casey took a deep breath, "the committee approved this?"

Erika agreed adding "Mr. Martin deserves our attention."

Casey pushed back her chair stood then walked to the window. The lake almost glowed in the moonlight. Pines dusted with a trace of recent snow bowed slightly. The woman reached into a brief case removing a large envelope. Erika accepted it acknowledging the woman's offered plan.

A few moments later she smiled. "Who is going to execute this?"

The younger woman answered, "Beth. Let the games begin."

It was Friday evening September 30 when Jason and Matt Rawson sat in a dimly lit bar having a quiet conversation. The Roost, a cozy well appointed gathering place, sat a few blocks east of the financial district. The corporate partners and Wall Street barons gathered here evenings to make deals. Big screen displays projected sporting events over the din of voices. The green marble bar with ornate wood work sparkles. It is the proprietor’s pride. Marty Seaton never passed on describing to anyone within earshot how he managed to obtain green marble. Several attractive waitresses wearing white blouses tucked into black mini skirts balance trays while hustling for patrons.

Matt turns his head evaluating a waitress walking toward their table.
"She drives me into serious fantasy land Martin old boy."

Jason offers a wry smile. "I assure you, Nancy Flynn is worth every penny." He too focuses on longs legs scantily covered by a black skirt. The woman draws near unable to hear Matt and Jason's conversation.

Rawson narrows his eyes pointed at Martin. "What do you mean?"

Jason sips his drink speaking in a matter of fact tone. "If you want her make a good offer. She is not cheap. She wears a skirt and has great legs. She is still a commodity all women are. You pay a premium for better ones."

At that moment Nancy steps to the table. She leans close to Jason, "another round?" Jason nods. Nancy brings her lips close to Jason's ear. "Hubby went crazy when I told him, I won a pair of season tickets to the Knicks games."

Martin laughs, "won? You mean earned."

Nancy whispers, "a mix of business and pleasure." Then walks back to the bar.

Matt's eyes widen, "Knicks tickets? You gave her Knicks tickets, why?" His voice trails off.

Jason repeats the question and answers it. "Why, let's say she has five fingers like a mouth and a mouth like five fingers." He drops a few bills on the table. "Night Matt, I have to get up early."

Matt raises his brows disappointed. "You did the woman I fantasize about for basketball tickets?"

Jason turns to Matt, "ten thousand dollars worth of basketball tickets. I did you a favor she is just a piece. Like I said a commodity, bought, sold and bartered."

The night air was crisp this last week of September. Manhattan was more gray than usual in the still night. Jason drove his sports car with the top down braving the chill. He could sense the pending Partnership. With it the victory over Cassandra Packard. Jason needed to put that woman in her place. Cassandra represented the ultimate challenge. Not only came the Partnership and power but Cassandra would become his pawn. He sped into his underground parking space squealing his tires as is his habit.

He absently thumbed through his stack of mail offering no attention to it. Once inside his lavish condo he dropped the pile on a small table. A sensual voice sounded from his bedroom. Inside, Mary his present girl friend lie naked on the bed. He slid into her rapidly raising a cooing sound from the purring beauty. Though Jason's passion was high his thoughts focused on his next conquest. He envisioned Cassandra with her long raven hair under him ministering to his every need. 'Soon' he thought as he drifted to sleep. He spent the weekend preparing for the Monday meeting and Cassandra’s demise.

Cassandra Packard is a statuesque raven haired beauty. She happened to be a tough no nonsense litigator, who took no prisoners. She became locked in a battle with Jason Martin for a Partnership at their law firm. Everyone knew Williams, Lawson and Smith intended to announce their Partner selection at the November meeting. Cassandra and Jason were on the fast track.

Cassandra stepped into her office and buzzed Claire her associate. Ms. Packard dressed in a navy power skirt suit sat back in her leather chair as Claire entered.

"Claire do you have the research on Ralston Biotech?"

Ms. Collins fingered her hair as is her habit. She sat in the wing chair smoothing her skirt while crossing her legs. "Yes Ms. Packard. As you instructed I kept it hush hush. No one has a hint."

Cassandra leans forward almost whispering. She had the office swept for bugs an hour ago. Ms. Packard took no chances. "See that no one finds out. It means your job if they do."

The woman flushed clearly unsettled. Cassandra was not Jason Martin. She assured her young associate including an unexpected statement. "If it goes well you will get a four figure bonus. Not from the firm but from me, I reward loyalty. If Martin snoops around, give him nothing."

Claire stood smiling and clearly surprised about the bonus. "I promise, I booked your tickets from my personal account. There is no connection to the firm. Accounting will not know about this. I will not let on to anyone."

Cassandra nods her eyes sparkling. "The Judge, what about the Judge has he asked any questions?" Claire answers in the negative, then steps out of the office. Cassandra stares out her office window. It is seven A.M. 'I wonder where the worm is.' She pondered to herself regarding Martin. She was well aware of ruthless Jason Martin and his designs on her.

Ms. Packard considered Jason in the sack expecting he is darn good. It is his attitude. She is well aware of his ideas on commodities. Cassandra heard all the conquest stories and the disregard of his women. Ms. Packard resolved not only to achieve Partner but to change Jason's life. The corner office with its bonuses and perks called to her. Obscene billable hours with millions in revenue she will present to the firm by delivering Ralston Biotech will secure Partner for her.

She buzzed Claire again, "can you come in for a minute?"

Claire Collins, a petite redhead sat quietly awaiting her boss's next request. Claire idolized Cassandra, she was loyal to a fault. As a junior associate she too is in quest of next rung on the corporate ladder. Ms. Collins was eager to please her boss. Accurate precise and timely work had become her trademark. The woman appeared a bit nervous having not anticipated another request so soon.

"I will get to the point, Claire." Cassandra began emitting a stern gaze. "You know Judge Bryerson don't you?"

Claire nodded remaining quiet unsure where this is going.

"I have a meeting with the partners in fifteen minutes. There is a small matter before the court. It is the Nailor case. You did the research for it. I want you to present the summation to the judge. Can you do it?" Cassandra offers a severe gaze.

Claire gulps. "You want me to," her voice trails off.

Ms. Packard shakes her head, "of course I have faith in you."

Stunned, the woman agrees picks up the brief case and runs to court.

Three Partners filed into the Conference room as worried Associates sat in their assigned places. This room screamed elegance rightly so as tens of thousands of dollars funded its attributes. Marcus Williams took his seat at the head while Davis Lawson sat to his right with Wilfred Smith on the left. The three Senior Associates sat in the center and the juniors at the end. Williams applied pressure at the outset when he announced the date of the Partnership appointment is November first. He then quizzed Mark Taylor a Senior Associate about the error he made costing the firm a few hundred thousand. Taylor sputtered a bit excusing the issue.

The Partners were in no mood for excuses. Wilfred Smith posed a remarkable resemblance to his namesake, the actor, Wilfred Brimley. Though twenty years or so younger he ended most oratory with, "it's the right thing to do." Wilfred Smith narrowed his brows at Taylor his tone critical and to the point. "The firm expects results not excuses." Jason smiled thinking, 'one less competitor,' while offering a plastic sympathetic nod to his associate.

It was Monday, October third at the beginning of the fourth quarter. The Partners focus zeroed in on preserving expected large bonuses and enhancing billable hours. Williams probed each Senior Associate to determine if one of them is a rainmaker. The firm is adding a partner for the first time in ten years. Wilfred Smith leaned toward Cassandra noting she was reading a text message. "I trust you have information in which to enlighten the board, Ms. Packard?"

Cassandra, without a wince nodded, she noted Martin's wry smile. "Certainly Mr. Smith, Judge Bryerson signed off on the Nailor merger moments ago." Three Partners smiled. "Very good," they said in unison. Martin mumbled under his breath, "the split bottom strikes again." The Partners focused upon Martin continuing their probe.

Williams began, "Jason where are you on the Bangor Municipal bond restructuring?" Martin clears his throat. "I am attending to the closing particulars next Friday. Our client, Mall Associates, will be very generous when we secure the city's agreement to fund their expansion." Marcus Williams adjourned the meeting. "Until November first when one of you receives good news."

Monday evening, Jason Martin opened his overnight letter from Siler Shores Association. The short simple note intrigued him. It read. "You have attributes that the Association admires. Do not discard this invitation. Our membership includes only the most powerful. Joining Siler Shores will provide benefits you can only dream about. Follow the thirty-six hour limited web link. We will not contact you again unless you respond. You cannot engage Siler Shores after this window expires."

Jason regarded this an elaborate joke. However, it piqued his curiosity. He logged onto the internet site for a laugh. What he viewed further intrigued him. Pictures of an exclusive lodge appointed in luxurious fashion commanded attention. One magnified photo demanded study. He clearly viewed the vice President with Judge Bryerson. Then he saw her, Cassandra Packard with two equally beautiful women. Shocked, he tried to disconnect only to receive a warning. "Exiting without accepting the invitation will terminate future contact." Jason accepted.

Less than a week remained before the Columbus holiday providing Jason little time to resolve his questions. He puzzled over who could have sent the invitation. Equally troubling is who does he know influential enough that would invite him. He is certain both the Judge and Cassandra know far more than either will admit. He barely knows the Judge and Cassandra hates him.

He reasoned it unlikely Judge Bryerson implemented such an elaborate scheme. Jason had little interaction with the Judge during his career. Cassandra, his toughest rival was responsible for the invitation it is a trap. He, envisions the woman under him with every orifice filled with his seed. ‘If she swallows I'll provide a glowing referral.’ He retires pondering what trap Cassandra is setting.

Early Tuesday morning Jason entered his office before anyone else had arrived. There it was a mysterious overnight letter sitting on his otherwise empty desk. "Who put that here?" Jason mused aloud. "None of the delivery services could possibly have been here this early."

His desk clock reported six forty-five A.M. Jason became convinced the overnight deliveries were a ruse created by someone inside the firm. Cassandra must be behind this, so he reasoned. 'Or, he thought, one of the Partners with inside information about the promotion next month. It is very likely an exclusive corporate club.'

Jason decided he needed to do some probing. The logical starting point is Cassandra's office. He was about to enter her office to poke around when he saw her enter the reception area. Ms. Packard paused speaking to her receptionist. Quickly, Jason turned back into his office. He lusted watching Cassandra stride elegantly toward her office. Her sharp ecru skirt rose a bit allowing a greater view of those shapely legs. Her high cheek bones and perfect shape drove Jason to distraction. Her complete capitulation will satisfy him.

He opened the letter to find typed instructions written on a single sheet of expensive stationary. The only identifier was the Siler Shores logo. No return address no other sign of who, what or where this organization is. He smiled, ‘whoever it is they have gone to great pains.’ He read the letter to discover mysterious directions.

His instructions were to drive state highway 15 thirty-five miles northwest from Bangor Maine to Forest Service Road 02401. Follow that twenty-four miles northeast to a small parking area to meet the driver. Expect snow and use a four wheel drive vehicle with winch.

Jason searched Google, Map Quest, Delorme the Maine Gazetteer and his Garman GPS. None of those sources located FS 02401. That did not surprise him because they all use the same USGS basic maps.
He also knew logging roads are fluid and standard maps do not update frequently enough to record local changes.

Corporate lawyers are not the type expected to understand the Forest Service system. Martin did not know the designated road usage dictated their names. The U.S. Forest Service coded types of road by their names.
For instance two digit names indicate a main road often paved or at least gravel and well maintained.
Three digit numbers were likely to be secondary roads often usable by standard vehicles. Often means not always.

The exception are those beginning with the number zero. Those roads were often suspect. He also did not know that roads identified with four or more numerals beginning with zero had a special meaning. It was Jason's misfortune he did not consider knowing a Forest Ranger had value. If he had, he would have known 02401 meant stay the fuck off it.

Before digging into his work assignments, Jason called Eleanor Belanger. Ellie is the Judge’s assistant who owed favors to Jason. It was he who secured her employment by using his contacts. It cost Ellie in ways that made her uncomfortable. She justified it because Mr. Martin offered considerable appeal. This favor was easy. She agreed to inform him if Siler Shores meant anything to the Judge.

He then called Cassandra’s aide securing a similar favor. He had little faith Claire Collins would provide information Cassandra valued as confidential. Jason had little recourse. He set himself to work while awaiting results of his quires.

Dark gray overcast skies enveloped Siler Lake where two women stood on the dock. Erika Rabideau spoke assuredly to Casey Sheldon as they rushed toward the lodge. "I understand Eleanor Belanger is on board."

The women reached shelter in the lodge where a warming fire illuminated the room. Casey nodded her agreement with Erika adding, "the Judge is as well."

Seth Granger, the organization's everyman interrupted by placing a decanter of warm brandy on the table. "Dinner is in an hour ladies." He quietly exited when the women smiled and nodded. Erika fixed her gaze toward the darkening lake then turned back to face Casey.

“Events are closing rapidly Mr. Martin accepted the invitation. Preparations advance for Friday as we speak. Do you anticipate any difficulties Casey?"

Casey Sheldon paused her face expressing concern. "The Bangor bond issue remains undetermined. I trust our best people are on this."

Erika fingered her hair smiling assuring Casey she is actively forcing the issue. The two women adjourned the short meeting.

Ms. Rabideau sat quietly eating her dinner in the dining room. The Victorian motif elegantly set with ornate engravings in highly polished hand cut woods spelled exclusive. Stained glass high windows gleamed reflecting light from elaborate chandeliers. A soft assured voice penetrated her deep thoughts.

"Erika my dear, I understand you have concerns." Said the poised Judge Bryerson.

She regards him positioned against a stately background relieved the Judge had arrived.
"Yes, I do."

Erika presses Judge Bryerson to enlighten her about his motivation for this matter. His eyes narrowed when he enunciated the word murder. Erika's expression turned pale upon discovery of Karen Riley's relationship to the Judge. Martin wronged a powerful man creating a dangerous adversary when he caused the death of Judge Bryerson's niece. "There are moles inside Mall Associates," reported the Judge. He added, "the Association's remedy is poetic justice. I'd be an embittered old bastard to insist upon a greater penalty."

The Judge turned to see Seth Granger delivering a dispatch. He read with interest reporting, "My diligent associate Eleanor, has set the trap." He kisses Erika's hand, "I regret I must remain aloof. Friday's adventure promises to be entertaining." Judge Bryerson with greater satisfaction excused himself.

Erika ponders the group's progress. The woman is now certain of success. She calls Casey requesting she instruct Beth to clearly define her role.

Wednesday, October fifth, Jason sat patiently in a darkened booth at The Roost waiting for Eleanor Belanger. Jason drank in the perky blond, his eyes never leaving her shapely legs. Eleanor wore the uniform well. Uniform regarding professional women meant a power suit accented by a short skirt no longer than an inch or two above the knee. She was another commodity flashing her legs offering a powerful asset. 'Oh if this were a different time or place I'd take advantage.' He thought. His eyes never leaving those legs.

She ordered a chef salad with black coffee before addressing Jason. Jason stared across the table at the resolute posture facing him. Eleanor waited for Jason's inevitable question. Jason posed the question probing Judge Bryerson's relationship to Siler Shores. Eleanor played the game well relenting after a fashion. She admitted she heard something about the Association in passing. Her information was intentionally sketchy to fuel a sense of secrecy. She could not confirm or deny membership for the Judge. Jason thanked her suggesting a romantic dinner. In a symbolic gesture, Eleanor declined kissing him on the cheek. Eleanor stood whispering, "Jason we are even. Don't ask for any more favors."

Judge Bryerson swiveled in his leather chair listening to Eleanor report on the meeting with Mr. Martin. The Judge's chamber, moderately appointed measures twelve by fourteen feet. The woman sits on a leather easy chair repeating her conversation with Jason. Bryerson hears a hundred unasked questions sensing his aide's curiosity. He stands dismissing her commenting on a job well done. Her fingers splay the door handle when the Judge speaks.

"Eleanor, Siler Shores is an exclusive social club. Jason Martin is not worthy of membership as you are."

Jason read a text message from Claire Collins denying knowledge of Siler Shores. He anticipated the text to say exactly that. He called Lisa Morgan, his Junior Associate requesting the Mall Associates file.

He appreciated Lisa for her tenacity and exacting work. Accuracy is her hallmark. Her efforts helped create the deal he presently negotiates. She was just another commodity to insure his rise to Partner.

Jason felt a rise in a familiar place when Lisa entered with the file. Her long blond hair neatly tied into a bun presented the professional look the firm demanded. Her skirt settled at the knees framed by a stylish ruffled tan blouse. Jason motions her to sit as he accepts the file.

Lisa crosses her legs while leaning forward listening to instructions.

She regards him carefully admiring his physical presence. She understands he is the agent she requires to advance the corporate ladder. "I found the conference interesting." She offers, assured.

Jason nods. "There will be a new Senior Associate in the end." Jason thinks privately. 'How astute is she?' "Lisa, I have a letter for you."

She accepts the letter. Lisa reads Jason's glowing assessment of her work. She will find a way to insure delivery of this recommendation.

Jason chooses his words carefully. "Your work on Mall Associates demonstrated exceptional intuition. I will request one more task to seal the deal."

Lisa blinks, she did not expect another request, "one more task?"

Jason walks to the front of the desk standing before Lisa. "Accompany me to Bangor on the corporate jet. You can present the bond restructuring proposal to the City and Mall Associates. I have urgent business nearby I must attend to."

Stunned with exciting news Lisa broadens her smile. "Certainly, it is an honor to close the deal." Lisa notices a disturbing change in Jason's appearance. His midsection forms an unmistakable impression. Jason smiles as he ponders his next manipulation. 'How intuitive is she?'

Lisa's tilts her head upward to meet his steely gaze, "is that all?"

Jason understands fully the risk regarding commodities. With confidence, he unzips his pants, "there is one more requirement."

Lisa nods lowering her face to meet his appendage. Her fingers astutely guide it into her mouth. Her ministrations achieve rapid results causing her to swallow hard.

Jason exhales satisfied. 'She is an asset.' "I am staying at a private club. Use the Firm's credit card and book the most expensive suite you can find for yourself in Bangor. We will return on Monday.”

Jason had little knowledge of the Mall Associates deal. Lisa's understanding the particulars will seal it. He is fortunate to have a sexy commodity to work for his credit. He will keep his promise and she will become a Senior. There are thousands just like her. He only needs to shake the tree.

The episode left a bad taste in Lisa's mouth in more ways than one. She studied the proposal with a discerning eye to ferret out what troubled her. Her clock struck four P.M. when she made a disturbing discovery. Lisa stared down shocked by a paragraph mysteriously inserted. Having written the proposal this was her project.

Lisa understood at once Jason stands to profit as her career ends. She placed a call, "Erin is Mr. Williams available?"

Each Partner directs one Senior Associate. Each Senior serves as representative of his supervising Partner. Martin is the lead Senior Associate. He serves Marcus Williams the CEO. Each Partner expects Martin will become the new Partner. It is not automatic as each consider a promotion for their Senior a reflection on themselves. Each Partner has one vote in the matter. Davis Lawson consistently lobbies for Cassandra Packard. Even Wilfred Smith agrees Cassandra is obviously a better choice. Mark Taylor's star has fallen causing Wilfred to favor Cassandra. The battle lines are clear it is Jason versus Cassandra.

Jason and Lisa boarded the jet each with their own agenda. Lisa is confident her adjusted plan will increase her standing. The two exchanged few words beyond instructions issued by Jason. Their relationship diminished since Jason forced a sexual favor from Lisa. His self centered need to dominate created yet another enemy. Lisa studied her notes framing her argument and did not inform Jason of the changes. They parted at the car rental lot.

Jason Martin drove route fifteen a considerable distance recalling directions provided at the rental car office. The man's directions reported, if you reach Corinth you went too far. About twenty-five miles from the city a tiny brown board sign appeared on his right. A narrow single tract road identified as 02401 angled to the northeast. Jason cringed sensing a tightening of his neck upon viewing the imposing overgrown grass and dirt tract. He noted within the first mile the loss of his cell signal.

The rough road created multiple difficulties. The nightmare increased caused by greater obstacles. Snow, deep ruts, steepening grade and a narrowing tract. Jason reached the parking area having lost both cell service and his gps satellite. He called from a phone box reaching Siler Shores. Jason did not consider it odd to find an isolated phone box in a desolate national forest.

Jason pondered his stupidity isolating himself without phone service or gps. Bone chilling cold penetrated while he paced knee deep snow. He discovered relief upon seeing Seth Granger crest a rise driving a horse drawn sleigh.

Seth navigated the heavy sleigh expertly to a dark icy body of water. Jason rushed to the deck overlooking Siler Lake. Erika and Casey ushered Jason inside the massive lodge.

Seth poured warm brandy into large crystal glasses handing one each to Erika, Casey and Jason. The women welcomed Mr. Martin pointing out opulent features present in the lodge. The Vice President of the United States, Jonas Carson shook Jason’s hand offering any assistance the new comer may need. Jason searched without seeing any sign of Cassandra.

Jason stepped to the hearth noting the coats of arms. He asked about the families, “who do these represent.” Jason examined each intricate coat of arms adorning the stone hearth. He held out the gold trimmed plaque with twin lions facing a large P. Erika gently took the family crest admiring it “intricate gold laced engravings. It is a work of art honoring the Parker family.” She reported to Jason the others were Sheldon, Olson and with pride Rabideau. Her family crest is the most ornate Victorian engraving of the group.

Jason finished his brandy before he set down his cup Seth appeared from nowhere to fill it. Erika laughed at Jason’s startled reaction. “It happens all the time, one of the membership benefits. Your every desire consummated.”

Before Jason can react to Erika’s choice of the word consummated, he saw what he desired. Suddenly, a radiant Cassandra Packard glided across the foyer. She was more striking than usual wearing a long pastel blue Victorian taffeta gown. She pulled a heavy brass ring opening a heavier oaken door and stepped through without hearing his call. Jason expected Cassandra was present her sudden appearance should not have been a surprise. He rushed through the door to discover an expansive deserted deck.

Casey and Erika rushed behind Jason showing concern, “what is wrong? Jason, never one to lose control, fearing humiliation minimized his reaction. Jason chose his words carefully.

“I saw an associate pass by unexpectedly as no one in my circle is a member. Caught by surprise, I called her name following her but she disappeared.”

When Jason identified Cassandra Packard both women denied ever hearing the name. Casey’s assured Jason his vision was a product of exhaustion and brandy. Seth mysteriously reappeared suggesting Jason retire for the night. Erika promised a tour of Siler Lake Village tomorrow.

She explained “it is a private association community.”

Seth led Jason to his lavish room. Erika leaned against the deck’s railing smiling at Casey, “it goes well.”

Beth leans against the hearth admiring her family crest as the two women enter the sitting room. Erika raises a devilish smile embracing her closet friend. "You outshined yourself with that stroke of brilliance, Beth." Beth Parker giggles admitting she has never seen a man so obsessed with a woman.

Jason fell into a deep sleep lying motionless on his back when the dream began. Cassandra Packard smiled down slowly peeling back the sheet revealing Jason's naked body. Unable to move Jason passed into ecstasy as Cassandra pressed against him. He schemed and plotted to dominate this beautiful woman into submission. His passion released in a strange fashion instead of the usual ejaculation it felt like an implosion. Jason experienced several orgasms before the sun came up.

Jason woke alone rationalizing his graphic dream. Evidence stained his sheets confirming multiple orgasms Seth eagerly reported to Erika. Jason's consumed his morning with a tour of the lodge. The lawyer, duly impressed by its regal presence rushed to sign the Association contract. Oddly, Jason noticed his familiar urge dissipated in the company of Erika and Casey. Normally he'd be plotting ways to bed both.

Saturday afternoon Casey escorted Jason to the ferry transporting him to the island village of Siler Lake. Street lights aligned the sidewalks designed to resemble old fashioned gas lamps. Jason marveled as Casey explained they were modern electric lamps. She pressed against him obviously flirting placing her hand on his hip. She mused aloud, "it is a result of the Association wanting to replicate a Victorian town, dear."

During the tour he noticed an apothecary, a corner grocery store and a post office. The streets, constructed of cobble stone featured brick sidewalks on each side. The grounds of each home displayed expansive lawns leading up to wrap around porches.

Casey again squeezed his hand as Mrs. Miller exited one of the attractive homes to greet them. She introduced Jason and the woman warmly greeted him. Two young women strolling down the street presented what Jason considered an unsettling leer as if to consider him. He flushed as Casey brushed a stray hair from his brow.

“You look flushed, would you like to rest a bit?”

Jason nodded assuring he was fine as Casey led him into an attractive house. It is a two story structure with spiral cupolas. A bright beige adorned exterior siding framed by white borders. Jason glanced down concerned because her hand remained on his hip guiding him. Upon noticing his discomfort she withdrew immediately.

"I'm sorry dear I am afraid my forwardness offended your sensibilities."

Jason blushed feeling rather odd. They sat in a closed in back porch overlooking a garden as Seth served an elegant dinner of fish and white wine. Jason agreed to stay at this house for the night to experience a Victorian setting. Seth serving as man servant laid out the bed clothes featuring an old fashioned nightshirt. He and Casey excused themselves leaving Jason alone to retire.

Saturday and Sunday night’s dreams for Jason grew progressively more vivid. Cassandra became more dominate with each encounter causing Jason to believe it was she who entered him. Both mornings he awoke exhausted making him dependent on afternoon naps. Seth presented as the perfect man servant anticipating Jason's every need.

Jason surveyed the expansive grounds with elaborate fountains framed by rose bushes. He determined with his Partnership secured he'd bring Cassandra here to manage his home. He reasoned she’d prefer this setting to the competitive corporate world. Confused over the dreams he convinced himself Cassandra was present.

Erika and Casey waived goodbye to Jason as Seth transported him back to his vehicle on Monday morning.
The two women met in the conference room with Beth to review events. Erika addressed Beth,

“you were incredible. Beth did you hear what an unredeemable devil Casey can be?”

Beth and Casey laugh in unison while Erika squeals on Casey.

"Casey said to Jason, I'm sorry dear I am afraid my forwardness offended your sensibilities."

Beth nearly splits her sides laughing struggling to regain control. With a sense of irony she adds

“I believe Mr. Martin is about to experience first hand what being a commodity means.”

Casey replies, “Beth, my teasing was mild compared to your behavior. Three nights in a row you raped him.”

Beth giggles, “the first was the application of justice sanctioned by the court. I scored the first time Friday night. Saturday and Sunday? Put it this way it was all for my pleasure. That boy is darn good. You can‘t rape the willing. Believe Jason Martin was more than willing.”

Jason exits the logging road turning onto State Highway 15 toward Bangor. He does not notice the forest collapse around the single track road sealing it's entrance. Five miles down the highway Jason remembers he left his watch behind. He turns to drive back to discover he cannot locate the logging road. Frustrated, he drives to the city certain he simply missed a turn.

On Tuesday, October 11th Jason arrived at the office his usual time of seven A.M. He felt strange this morning an odd combination of tired and weak gripped him. After reviewing Lisa's report on the bond issue, he called Mall Associates.

Harold Gaines, their mergers and acquisitions point man informed him the board issued a favorable commendation to Jason's firm. Jason congratulated Lisa offering a job well done while promising rewards for services rendered.

Lisa smiled. She exited Jason’s office with the thought. ‘You have no idea.’

Jason pondered the corner office with lavish appointments suitable for his partnership.

Cassandra Packard stood at the receptionists desk with a smirk. She watched Jason for the third time in the last half hour dash into the men’s room.

“Has Mr. Martin contacted something we should be concerned about” Shelly asked.

Cassandra offered a shrug pretending she had no knowledge. The woman could plead innocence if she stretched the meaning of the word complicent. Cassandra issues a wry expression toward Shelly.

"Shelly, my dear, Mr. Martin's life style endangers us all. I strongly urge all females to avoid physical proximity where Jason Martin is concerned."

Cassandra instructed Shelly to request Claire come to her office as soon as possible. Cassandra reported to Claire details of her meeting with Mr. Lawson this morning.

"I must tell you the excellent work you did in court earned Lawson's support for promotion to Senior."

Claire raised her brows in surprise. She suspected Ms. Packard supported her but she refused to raise her expectations.

"Thank you." Was all she could muster attempting to mask her excitement. Excitement was evident, however.

Cassandra escorted Claire to the reception area where she noticed Jason walking with an odd gait.

Shelly leaned toward Cassandra blocking Jason's view as she pointed to the bathroom. She mouthed the word ‘again.’

Ms. Packard studied Jason attempting to discern his strange behavior. "Mr. Martin is something wrong?"

Jason froze upon hearing Cassandra's question. He denied profusely trying to avoid her gaze. She twisted the knife deeper commenting he must of had an interesting weekend. Jason nodded escaping into his office.

He sat in his office complaining about constant stomach cramps and throwing up. "It must have been something I ate."

Jason focused on Cassandra attempting to piece together what she had done to him. He knew his dreams were no more than his vivid imagination. They were so real, so exotic, so intense. Jason purged his destructive thoughts and returned to his current project.

That evening in bed with Mary, he appeared distracted. The usual intensity missing providing little satisfaction and Mary noticed.

She sat up plying her fingers to his stomach massaging. “You feel puffy.” She moved her talented fingers splaying them teasingly on his chest. Jason flinched causing Mary to question, “what is wrong?”

Jason reaffirmed his denial by not answering. He calmly excused himself rushing to the bathroom.
Mary heard an unmistakable sound of retching as he emptied the contents of his stomach.

Jason returned sheepishly explaining symptoms he’d experienced. Mary raised a brow forming a crooked smile.

“When friends describe cramps, weakness and vomiting there is a condition to define it. The important question becomes, did you miss your period.”

Jason stared at her with a piercing gaze. “Can you offer any other intelligent tidbits?”

Mary leans forward whispering, "go to the doctor." She jokingly quips, "it is not mine."

Jason did not go to the doctor because a man does not run to the medics with every ache and pain. The vomiting stopped and the cramps lessened. Tuesday turned into Friday as the week wound down without any additional issues. He hardly considered Cassandra beyond beating her in the Partner competition. His sexual conquest of the woman appeared less important. Jason grew more sensitive to odd stares emanating from female employees.

This day, Friday the fifteenth of October was another of those hideous firm events Jason detested. The politically correct bring your brat to work day.

Jason stepped into the reception room to notice Cassandra and Claire staring in his direction. He averted his gaze toward Sarah Cummings, a temp answering phones. She appeared troubled. He questioned the woman, "is there a problem?"

Sarah shrugged pointing to seven year old Emily. "My daughter, they called me into a training conference and I cannot bring her."

Jason considers a moment, his hatred of anything family is widely known. He asks the sandy haired girl, "Emily do you like to read?"

The girl answered in the affirmative. Jason addressed Sarah considerately, "a client left several childrens books in my office. Emily can read them while waiting for you. Call the cafeteria and have them send up what she likes for lunch.“

Nearly shocked as were several who heard, Sarah agreed. She uttered a "thank you" Too astonished to speak further.

The last two weeks of the month presented extreme difficulties to Jason. His stomach settled down easing his chronic queasy feeling. Mary was correct insisting he avoid alcohol and fatty foods. There were other more ominous effects. He lost four consecutive hand ball games to associates. That never happened. In the weight room the normally buff, trim Jason demonstrated an uncommon weakness. A strange puffy like appearance to his mid section and general lack of vigor settled over him.

Jason approached the Partners Conference with confidence. His promotion certain in his mind, however, something nagged at him. Perhaps the feeling was a byproduct of his persistent agitation and general unease. He determined to take control. He suddenly recalled the odd logging road. Jason called the district Forest Service office in central Maine.

The words following his question unnerved Jason, “there is no such road between Bangor and Corinth.”

An uncontrollable feeling of defeat rose in him. Panicked, he thought, 'The lodge, village, Erika and Casey, do they exist?' Jason steels himself to gain control and fight uncertainty. His focus turns to the expected promotion that provides security easing his queasy feeling. With regained control he designs a plan to bring Cassandra to his Victorian home on the island.

Jason notices the appraising stares from the office women when he steps into the reception area. Cassandra, demonstrates an unbelieving expression as she gazes at him. Uncharacteristically, Jason says to Cassandra, "Good luck on Monday."

Claire blinks nodding to her boss, "what is wrong with Mr. Martin?"

Cassandra giggles, "he acts like a pregnant woman."

Over the weekend Jason watched television ate chef salads and drank tea. He denied weight gain to Mary while complaining about backaches increasing. His irritability became more frequent. That prompted Mary to stay away. She was furious because he refuses to consult a doctor. Jason insists his difficulty stems from job pressure.

Jason geared for the Monday board meeting fully planned his new office. He included every minute detail. His physically drained condition prevented his placing the order. He steps into the Conference room with high expectations. Jason believed this meeting is the most important of his life. He did not know an equally important took place on the island.

Two days earlier, Erika Rabideau, Casey Sheldon, Beth Parker and Claude Olson met in the village square. The day before Halloween the temperature reached seventy degrees in this central Maine village. Claude opened the meeting by praising efficient execution of the Martin plan. Owens requested explanation of the process.

Beth Parker spoke to Claude's question. "My sisters, created a spell allowing Mr. Martin the tools to carry a child to term." Erika discussed community support available and a caring father in Beth. Claude laughed, "Mr. Martin becomes Mrs. Parker.

Olson sums up the plan as he understands it. "His sex drive dissipates and he becomes submissive to Beth continuing to give her children"

Erika explained the village is self supportive. With each child having a two parent household. Moms are stay at home caregivers Mom meaning the male partner in this community. Beth announces Jason will move into Siler Lake during the second trimester.

Erika and Casey needle their friend posing a one word question, "marriage?" Beth giggles, "of course he is a dynamo in bed."

Mr. Williams called the meeting to order. His graven expression surveyed the room singling out no one in particular. Mr. Smith stood striking a resolute pose clearing his throat. He announced Mike Taylor left the firm creating a Senior Associate opening. It caused an audible murmur throughout the room.

Smith cited a conversation with Chairman Williams. "one employee demonstrated loyalty and expertise deserving of praise. I name Lisa Morgan Senior Associate. Her astute application of critical analysis in the Mall Associates matter saved the firm."

Jason begins to stand Mr. Williams points to Jason's chair. The message is clear.

Jason silently burns while sitting motionless. Smith continues handing Lisa an Envelope. "You inherit Taylor's office and answer to me."

Associates offer a congratulatory nod toward Lisa.

Smith hands the microphone to Lawson who eagerly accepts it. Beaming with pride he points to Claire Collins. "Ms. Collins receives appointment to Senior. Her reviews are consistently exemplary. Give the woman a hand she has earned it."

Jason anticipation rises moments before the devastating news. Mr. Williams congratulated Cassandra's ascension to Partner. He cited the Ralston Biotech achievement pronouncing the firm's new name, Williams, Lawson, Smith and Packard. Jason's face slammed into the table.

Jason's diagnosis of high blood pressure accompanied a stern warning by Dr. Hastings. He prescribed medication scheduling further test for tomorrow. Ordered him home to bed abstaining work until further notice.

The next day in Doctor Hastings office Jason received an ultra sound diagnostic exam Jason blinked, "what are you suggesting?"

"Jason my boy you have all the signs of early pregnancy. I know that sounds ridiculous "Your condition is a mystery to me. All the signs are there. I'd guess four to six weeks along."

Dumbfounded, Jason remains speechless. The doctor calms him adding, "it is scientifically impossible. We treat your blood pressure while monitoring weekly." A poor attempt at humor followed, "your pregnancy Jason is worth millions on cable television."

He was instructed to meet with Mr. Williams to obtain a less stressful work load.

Marcus Williams assigned Jason to Cassandra Packard's team. Acting defeated he entered Cassandra's impressive corner office. Cassandra responded overly generous with her attitude. She sat in a leather swivel lazy boy. The stunning view through a lavish array is startling. Cassandra demonstrated concern regarding Jason's health. She probed questioning if he had enough protein and avoided alcohol. Perplexed, Jason inquired about her concern.

Cassandra carefully worded her response while walking to Jason's office. Her hand caressed his hip. "You are an excellent litigator." Cassandra spoke in a soothing voice. "Less stressful cases safeguard your condition." Cassandra introduces Troy Wilson, "he is here to assist you. Troy will be your executive assistant."

Jason becomes alarmed about her language. "Cassandra you keep mentioning my condition. What is your concern?"

Ms. Packard absently places an open palm on Jason's belly. "Don't worry about those things, pet. Rest, aerobic exercise and proper diet is all you need."

Jason Martin's case assignments occupied his interest but he felt under worked. Dr. Hastings prescribed medication successfully lowered Jason's blood pressure. Weight gain and back spasms increased more rapidly than anticipated by doctor Hastings.

Jason's back pain caused him to walk with an exaggerated waddle. Cassandra noticed this during an office meeting. Several women began to question when is the boy due.

By Christmas Jason's condition advanced toward the second trimester. Even he came to believe he was very pregnant. His relationship with Cassandra began to improve. His desire to sexually dominate and destroy the woman dissolved into another fantasy. The Cassandra, he knew was loving and concerned for his safety. His fantasy morphed into a desire to be a support for the woman.

Marcus Williams walked into Cassandra's office demanding answers. "Cassandra, make the Martin problem disappear."

Cassandra ignores his agitation focusing instead upon snow flakes drifting outside her frosted window.
"Marcus, exhale slowly and observe the beautiful delicate flakes."

Marcus shouts, "are you deaf woman!" His strained pulsating voice elevates, rising with each syllable. Her deliberate hesitation causes Marcus to explode. "Cassandra a pregnant man is not the Partner's idea of a conversation piece."

Cassandra pours a decanter of Chateau Margaux offering it to Marcus.
"I know he is pregnant twins to be exact."

A stunned Marcus sits motionless upon hearing this revelation. She presses him about the Siler Shores Association. Marcus admittedly is unaware Cassandra strongly suggest Jason can deliver their account.

She allows the numerals, one half million in annual fees to the firm penetrate slowly. “Are you on board?"

The second trimester began in mid January. Jason's condition became obvious even to the most staunch denier. By the end of the month even supportive members of the firm became uncomfortable around Jason. Several weeks earlier at the insistence of the Judge Cassandra put a halt to Jason's court appearances. Nearly isolated by research only assignments, Jason grew irritable.

At any given moment an assortment of females gathered at the water cooler. Each in turn stared toward Jason's door to emit a giggle while speaking in conspiratorial tones. More than half shared a night in Jason's bed subjected to his insatiable appetite. Some were eager others coerced and all were feeling satisfaction from his present misery.

Claudia James, an intern working with Mr. Taylor supposed to another woman, "impossible but which one of his conquest knocked him up?"

Her question raised audible groans and more giggles. Jason's secretary narrowed her brows whispering.

"He has that way of communicating his message. Either you spread your legs or apply at the unemployment office. He never uses those words but his meaning is clear."

Another woman spoke up forcefully. "I enjoy watching him skulk around Cassandra Packard. His intentions are clear but he is terrified of her. Cassandra is my heroine. She would take the pathetic loser apart." After a pause, "my bet is on her. She knocked him up by casting a spell." The gaggle of women nearly split their sides on that one.

An early February Partners only meeting Wilfred ended it with an outburst. "Cassandra, do something! The firm can't afford CNN or Fox poking around. God woman, that O'Riley guy would have a field day with this."

Cassandra blushed agreeing. "I will send him to Siler Lake. He can be our head liaison with the Siler Shores Association. Billable hours will skyrocket and their community will embrace him."

Smith mumbled, "it's the right thing to do."

Lawson and Williams sighed their obvious relief while Cassandra simply smiled.

On Valentines day the Siler Shores Association team members met in the lodge. Erika Rabideau, Casey Sheldon, Judge Bryerson and Doctor Hastings sat around the oaken table sipping brandy satisfied. "Doctor, how is Mr. Martin progressing?"

Hastings beamed with pride describing Jason. "He is well into the second trimester. Twin girls you know, healthy and thriving. I expect no complications from the pregnancy. Jason is capable of handling the law office. There are several expectant mothers to offer support."

Bryerson remained puzzled forcing him to question the two women. "How did you do this?"

Erika answers, "a spell. When Beth engaged him the spell transformed Jason's organs allowing Beth to penetrate him. Once she fertilized him, his exterior appearance posed as male. In that way Jason remained unaware. That is until his pregnancy showed. Internally, he has female plumbing enabling him to carry to term. The birthing canal will open at the proper time. Externally, he appears male. It is permanent. Any sexual activity can result in his becoming pregnant."

Bryerson's eyes widen as he probes for the correct term. "You mean you ladies have a er, uh, he stops."

Casey smiles, "Male appendage is the term you struggle over Judge. No we don't. We invert our wives’ appendage. You might say we turn their weapon on them."

Erika empties her decanter. "It is time, Cassandra and her wife should be arriving at the air strip momentarily.

Seth met Cassandra and Jason with a horse drawn Carriage. The three watched as the Corporate jet lifted over the pine trees. Cassandra assisted Jason into the carriage careful to prevent a bump or stumble. They slowly drove over cobblestone streets inhaling the clean brisk air. Row after row of stately homes with impeccable well groomed lawns passed by. Suddenly a turn onto Maple street revealed the light brown and yellow Victorian home Jason would grow to love.

On a late spring afternoon, Beth, Erika and Casey sat in the village park. Several men pushed children in strollers pausing to greet each other and fuss over the children.

Erika turned to Beth, "you have embraced the name Cassandra. It is a lovely name I take it you agree?”

Beth nods her agreement. "I do, it is less confusing for dear Jason. He knows me as Cassandra. He is delicate so I consider his sensibilities. You know how bad I wanted that partnership. Jason was such a scheming bastard. His abuse of women was intolerable."

“How is he doing are the babies too much for him?” Erika asks with concern.

Beth laughs, “he adores the girls constantly fussing over them and tends to every need. He has become a perfect little mother.” The woman rolls her eyes, “he has taken to breast feeding them assured natural milk brings them closer together.”

Erika nods continuing in a darker vein. “The plan was to impregnate the bastard and drive him insane. We now have to face unintended consequences because we did not consider long term effects. This was not to be a permanent on going circumstance. You were not supposed to fall in love with the creep.”

Beth agrees with Erika expounding on her suggestion. “I know Erika but when Dr. Hastings showed me the pictures of the girls your unintended consequences hit me hard. They are my babies. I could not harm them. The associations’ plan would have destroyed my girls.”

Beth suddenly trembled before regaining her composure.
“Then that womanizing bastard suddenly morphed into a caring protective nurturing mother. Everything he did was with the babies best interest at heart. I was shocked. Then the firm made me his supervisor. Everyday I’d see Jason dedicated to birthing my children. He frequently lapsed on his work requirements to guard the babies health.”

A tear moistens Beth’s eye. “Suddenly this monster of a man turned into a caring mother and I fell in love. Shit talk about unintended consequences. Not only is he a great lover and dotes over me and the children, he can cook.”

Erika breaks out laughing, “girl you have it bad. Have you considered if he remains in this state,” she pauses, “periods?”

Beth hugs Erika burying her head into her sister in crime’s shoulder. “He is having one now. The flow comes out his penis. Tampons don’t work. I had to conjure up a new style napkin. He hates the mess but the complaining stopped. I enjoy seeing him get cramps after all we put up with it. Besides it is temporary another child is in the plan.”

Several months later the Siler Shores Association Board meets in the lodge. Erika, Beth, Casey and Judge Bryerson consider several folders.

Casey turns toward Beth, “congratulations what is it this time?”

Beth beams, “Dr. Hastings says Jason will deliver a health baby boy in seven months.”

The judge clears his throat asking Beth, “how are Jennifer and Erika? I had to ask I hate being left out of your insipid girl talk.”

The women laugh as Erika calls the meeting to order.

“We have abusive narrow minded parents with confused twins. I think this is right up Casey’s alley.” She turns to Casey while pointing to Beth. “Whatever you do Casey don’t bring them here. The village resources are strained as it is.