Chapter 4

Joan was talking fast as we left the office building headed for the hotel. I had just spent the whole day naked in front of men, several that I had never met before. My whole life was spinning out of control, and now Joan, my best friend, was telling me things that I would never have believed, except for what had happened already.

"Ann, there are some things about me that you don't know. I have not been totally forthright with you this whole time, but I felt that it was in your best interests if I didn't tell you all before now."

"Tell me what Joan? What is going on anyway? Why were you here instead of back at the office? Do you know my clients? What is going on?"

"You are very beautiful you know Ann. Many men notice you and your body. I have been a bit jealous from time to time too. When I first met your clients, I mentioned your looks, even gave them a picture of you. Then they learned about your husband Patrick. That is when they really got interested in you."

"What does Patrick have to do with this? What have you done Joan?"

"Calm down Ann. Calm down. What do you know about Patrick, Ann? His past, his family, his family's history?"

"Enough to know that I love him with my whole being. That he is my lover and my best friend. His parents love each other too. His dad owns a few businesses and ... what does Patrick and his family have to do with anything Joan? These clients of mine are from Jamaica, they couldn't possibly know anything about Patrick."

"You may be surprised Ann. Patrick's grandfather used to be an important man in Jamaica. He had connections all over the island, and from what I gather, he had access to and knew of secrets that white men usually never know."

"What would that have to do with Patrick? He has never mentioned anything about his grandfather to me."

"Patrick probably doesn't know about his grandfather's history. What I do know is that they want Patrick and more importantly, his seed for some kind of ritual. What it is I am not certain, but I can assure you, after your vacation in Jamaica, you two will be well taken care of. Very well taken care of."

I laughed. This was so absurd. It was 2003, not 1703. Why on earth would anyone in Jamaica want my husbands sperm? I was thinking that Joan had set me up in some kind of practical joke. A joke that had gone too far too. If Patrick ever found out that I had stripped and let other men touch me as the Jamaicans had, he would probably either leave me or go hunting.

I began to get real angry at Joan now too. I could see that she had something to do with what was going on with me and Patrick and I was not liking it at all. I could see Joan was getting nervous too. My feelings must have been showing quite plainly.

"Look Ann, Patrick is in Jamaica at the ranch, as you know. They have already ... um ... well he has supplied some seed for them already."

"WHAT? What are you saying Joan? Patrick cheated on me? Has he? Joan, tell me the truth ... has Patrick been with another woman?"

"Yes. Several other women. They tell me he resisted mightily, but in the end, they got what they wanted. He wasn't hurt, matter of fact his experience was pleasurable I am told."

"Oh, pleasurable was it? My husband cheats on me and his experience was pleasurable. How nice for him."

My chilled voice even cut through my hearing. I was so angry that Patrick had cheated on me with more than one woman and he had only been away from me for a week. Hot tears were running down my face as we walked into my room. I was devastated.

Joan was still with me and why I hadn't been hitting her or something I do not know. This had all been such a shock and my whole day had been too far out for me to have come to grips with everything that had happened.

Joan sat me down and called room service for a bottle of wine and something to eat. She just took over while I fell apart. I let her take over too. Even though I was angry with her for not letting me know anything of what she had known, I still considered her a friend. I guess I was hoping that she would be able to tell me all of what had been going on with us, and my clients all this time.

As I sat on one of the beds in the hotel room, Joan began to tell me all she knew. Her story was too fantastic not to be true. I was stunned at what the real reason for Patrick and I to be invited to the ranch was, and knew that no matter what, we were stuck for the duration now. All of this was my fault too. If I had only quit when I first had my doubts so long ago.

"All I know Ann, and I am sorry that I didn't warn you this was coming earlier. It's too late now since Patrick is in Jamaica already. The best you can do is go there and be with him as much as possible now."

"And then what? What am I supposed to do after this Joan?" "First of all you need to know that Patrick didn't want to do anything with the women in Jamaica. He did resist and they had to actually tie him up. Afterwards ... after that first time he must have been resigned to his situation. He still resisted them, but most of the fight was out of him. That is when the first ritual seed blessing was done."

"Oh please. Don't you mean the first sexual fling for Patrick?"

"Don't be hard on him Ann. Look, that first night he was there they waited until he was asleep, then they started on him. When he woke up they were already prepared to tie him up. He began to resist and they tied him up tight. Then they tested him to see ... well ... that he was still virile."

"They fucked him don't you mean? Wait ... they? How many and did they all have him that first night?"

"Three that night, more the next time. That first night was just to make sure he was his grandfathers grandson. Even I don't know the reasons for this or their wanting Patrick. I do know that the Jamaican's had been searching for him or his father for a long time."

"Are you saying that once they had an idea that Patrick lived where he did they were just finding out things in order to trick him into going to Jamaica?"

"Well, that's kind of a harsh way to put it ... but yes. They had been searching, then they located him. After that they found out you worked for Sam and then they began to figure out a way to get next to you, to get next to Patrick. I know that you have every reason to be..."

"MAD as hell? You bet I do. They schemed this all to get my husband to go to Jamaica for some stupid ritualistic bullshit and I helped them maneuver him right into their hands. Ohhhh ... God ... I led Patrick right to where they wanted him to go and didn't have a clue. He will hate me Joan. Hate me!"

"Now, Ann, you are getting a little bit ahead of things. He won't hate you if you play your cards right. Of course the Jamaican's will be watching you and your every move from now on and especially in Jamaica at the ranch. If you'll let me, I want to try to help you."

"Haven't you helped me enough already Joan? Setting us up for this ... this..."

"I have helped you Ann. How about the things I taught you ... you know ... the things to do for Patrick? I did that as a friend wanting to help. I didn't get anything out of it at all. When the Jamaican's first contacted me about Patrick and you ... you had already gotten the contract. They would have gotten Patrick and you there with or without my help. I knew that you may need some help when this got sticky and I am here for you now."

"I'm supposed to believe this? How can I trust you at all Joan? You lied to me once already and now I'm just supposed to roll over and pretend that you have been straight forward with me all this time. I don't think so." "Well, the way I see it Ann, you don't have much of a choice. I will help you if you let me. I want to help you because you are my friend. Whether you believe it or not."

I was stuck, that I could see. I needed Joan and her 'help' at least until I could figure out what to do to get Patrick and myself out of this mess. I was at my wits ends knowing what I had done today with those men, and the guilt from the day I had gotten that contract ... with they guys in the office. Now my husband was in Jamaica for some ritualistic thing and for all I knew in terrible danger as well.

"Ok. Ok. I need your help and you seem to know more than you're letting on to me at the moment. If you want to help you have to tell me everything. I need to know how to get Patrick out of this mess."

What Joan next told me scared and yet fascinated me totally. It was history that I had never heard before. History about my husbands family that probably even Patrick's father didn't know. Joan told me about his grandfather and how he had been some kind of Shaman. Practicing ancient magical arts that were taught to him by his grandfather.

The teaching had stopped with Patrick's grandfather. Why I was not sure. Patrick's grandfather had been a very powerful and even dangerous person in his time. Part of the reason that he had moved to America when he did was due to a fear of others trying to harm his family to learn his secrets.

It seemed that a small sect had kept practicing his grandfather's old ways waiting for that day when they could begin again to build into a power that once was. I had trouble understanding a white man in Jamaica having this kind of power, this kind of knowledge, but Joan assured me that Patrick's grandfather had lived and believed his 'religion' devoutly.

After a long night of lots of tears and learning things about my husband's family that I was sure even he did not know, I found myself looking forward to seeing Patrick again. I knew that he had been taken by other women. I could see that it was not his fault, although I had twinges of jealously and even a bit of fear that he would have found someone else who was better than me in sexual ways.

Some of what Joan told me led to believe that they wanted Patrick to continue some bloodline that was connected through his grandfather. They also wanted to keep Patrick there and have him be the next high priest. I knew that Patrick would never go for that. At least I hoped that he wouldn't. After all, we had lives and children back home. Children that needed their parents. BOTH of their parents.

Joan talked me though many doubts and gave me lots of advice on how to act when I first saw Patrick again. I took her at her word, although I had some reservations. What she was saying to me sounded good and even sounded like she was being a true friend. But, she had been less than truthful with me before.

I was also worried about the Jamaican's too. I could remember their talking about 'having' me in Jamaica when I was with my husband. I didn't know what to expect with that. I was concerned since I wanted to remain faithful to my husband now more than ever.

Getting off the plane in Jamaica, the limo ride, and the walk through the ranch was another surrealistic trip for me. The exotic beauty of the island, the people walking and carrying things as they were made me think I had stepped into another world. I had, I just didn't know it yet.

Seeing Patrick on the bed, naked, I felt so many emotions course through my body that I almost turned and ran. He looked at me as he woke up and I could see the guilt cross his face. He started to get up then realizing that Joan was standing there looking at his nakedness, he covered up with the sheet.

I smiled as best I could, faced with some evidence of his having been unfaithful with me, knowing the whole time it wasn't like he had any other choice in the matter. Still, it hurt. That look on his face was one that would probably never leave my mind. Pained, guilt, shame, and ... something else ... some little spark of something I had seen before.

When it hit me I almost lost it and began to cry. I was able to hold my tears back and keep that damned smile on my face though. I had realized that one little spark was his love for me. He had that look of love that had never gone away. I was so happy that I may have not lost him to another woman, I was overcome with emotion.

"I can explain Ann. I was asleep and..."

"No. Don't. Patrick, I know about what you have done and you had no choice. I can see that you still love me and that you feel bad about everything. I am hurt, but I also know that it isn't your fault."

"Hurt? But I was told that you knew. That you ordered a special treatment for me. What's going on here Ann? Joan? What in the hell is going on here?"

"I didn't know Patrick. I do now, but yesterday I had no idea what was happening to you here. It will be all right. We need to talk, just you and I. There is a lot you need to know. A fantastic story that you will not believe. A true story nonetheless."

I jumped into the bed with my husband and hugged him close to me. I showered him with kisses and then, as Joan looked on, my horniness of the last days took over and I began to strip off my clothes.

Patrick was just at a loss for words as I stripped. Joan stood there and didn't leave the room. I could tell she wanted to see more of my husband, and at that moment, I didn't care one bit who watched us. I had something I needed to prove to myself right away. I had to know if my husband still wanted me. If I were still his number one lover and best friend.