THE INVITATION

The Invitation~1.Going Home

Five o'clock couldn't come fast enough,everything that could go wrong today has.All the orders were off,the computers were all in a funk and the associates were raged toward each other for no apparent reason.

God,I need a stiff drink and my laptop to soothe this rotten day away.I look forward to relaxing my mind in a world pulled from my imagination.Whatever I wanted to happen was realized here.

After my divorce,therapy lead me to pick up a pen to write out my feelings which turned into things I wished,then from there into fantasies.Some more erotic than others but all helped to purge me.Writing fantasies soon became a passion,hidden to all but a few to who I really am since I write under a surname.

Who would fathom that I...Zoe Patterson.An ultra conservative legal aide from a high powered  law firm in New York could write such explicitly detailed fantasies about love,sex and wild passion.All heaped onto a man whom I've loved all my life,Michael Jackson.He was perfect in every way to me.My fantasy lover,my coworkers would be shocked.

It was at my best friend Julia's urging that I submit my work to one of the many fantasy websites."Your words should be read by many",she says.This used as her explanation as to why she submitted one of my fantasies without my knowledge.To my surprise,I was invited to submit another fantasy after the first one did well, so this is my objective for the coming weekend.To finish up a fantasy and submit it by the deadline promised.

 Quickly picking up chinese take-out,I'm heading home when I notice a black car following me.Hmmm...didn't I see this same car in the lot when I left work?Sitting about four rows back,black ford continental with dark tinted windows. What caught my attention was that it looked sort of weird sitting among Ford Prius and Toyota Corolla's.Turning left onto Rockshire lane,I look to witness this car do the same.Okay,okay.okay...ahh!! this could just be a coincidence,so I slow up alittle then turn right onto winding Creek road.

Damn if this mysterious car black car didn't  turn in behind me.Why is it following me??
Fearing that it wasn't safe to proceed straight home I detour through the city with it's narrow lanes and winding streets and soon lose my trail,the car simply disappeared.Checking my rearview mirror,I breath a sigh of relief and then decided to head home.

After pulling into my driveway,I look around before turning off the engine and removing the key,I gather my things,get out,turn to head towards the front door when the  same black ford continental pulls in behind my vehicle with it's engine revved.My heart's beating through my chest,I'm paralyzed with fear,my eyes frantically look for a way out.What am I to do?? Who is this and what do they want with me???

Before I could drop everything on the ground,I hear a  man's voice calling my name,..."Ms.Patterson,Ms.Patterson...Please don't be alarmed I'm just here to deliver an invitation to you and was instructed to give it directly to you and noone else.My name's Charles,I apologize for any trouble I may have caused.Please just allow me to deliver this and I'll leave.Stretching his arm out of the car window he offered me an envelope from his gloved hand.Leaning caustiously,I grasp the tip of the envelope with the tip of my fingers and place it in my purse.

Charles then says"Have a good evening ma'am",as he puts the car in reverse and drives off into the night.Still looking in the darkness,I grab my keys,run into my house,lock the door and lean against it to collect my breath.

Holding my purse,I pull out the white envelope and look over it,turning it over I can see where it as a wax seal to secure it.Hmmm,this is interesting......The seal is an imprint of what seems to be a family crest with the initials,M.J.J.Who is this?

Why would they deliver this in this manner and not by courier at my job?Why the need for such privacy?I'm intrigued,but I'll wait until I'm settled before opening it.Where's that stiff drink....Jose Cuervo on ice sounds good.