Rikki Darleen Blackwell
Preface
Marriage has many different rituals, cultural influences, traditions and laws attached to it that are unique to certain places around the world. Each one is taken very seriously. There are the traditional husband and wife marriages (one man and one woman), same sex marriages (two men or two women), then there are the arranged marriages (families that decide who the spouses will be), along with the ceremonial customs, practices and traditions that are handed down through time for the celebration and consummation of these joyous events.
But..........What "IF" these customs and practices, all of these laws and rituals were somehow all accepted practices in a single community, and socially accepted by the locals. What would that look like? It's not so much as where in the world such a situation could happen or exist, but maybe it is more a question of WHEN in the future that in an environment of sexual equality for all, such an unintended consequence of marriage could befall a very unfortunate few.Those that lose their equality for the sake of equality? What if the old saying, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander" had been actually a closing arguement for the acceptance of such laws.
Meet Martin Hastings. His families wealth is unquestioned. So how did he get caught up in this unbelievable situation in the first place? His story begins here.................
Martin finished his drink as the Hastings Global Inc. private jet prepared to land. He really wasn't familiar with this place having been here a few times growing with his mother and father on one of his business trips here. He was a citizen of this small nation as his father's shipping business used that to gain access to financial markets that were restricted to him in his native land.
Martin was not coming here for any business purposes. He had nothing to do with any of that. He was a jet setter, living high on the hog on daddy's money. His father had recently died in a mysterious accident it was being called. The funeral had been seven days ago. Martin attended but he hardly new his father. He was always gone on business trips or just joy riding the world. Martin was here to see about taking control of the chateau his father owned.
"This will be a great spot to sneak away with some blonde bimbo for a week," he thought, before landing her back home. If she made for a good time, he might call her again. Martin was a womanizer, even though he rejected the idea when confronted. He didn't see it that way. Mutual fun.
Martin deplaned and walked across the tarmac carrying his briefcase. He headed towards the customs area. Walking across the terminal he looked again at the letter that had been sent to him about the chateau. The picture was right out of a who's who book of hideaways. Office of Interior is where he was suppose to meet up with his appointment. He could now see the office.
Two beautifully manicured painted fingernails spread the blinds slightly and two women looked out at him.
"Is that him?" the one said.
"Yes," the other woman said.
"OK, I'll take it from here," she said picking up the hyperdermic needle. She nodded to the two men in the office to come with her.
Martin would be sedated, have his identity verified with his passport, and then the last of the papers would be signed and approved. Martin would leave the airport unconcious in a wheelchair in the back of a step van.
"C'mon, lets get going. Lot's to do," the woman said.
"I'm really surprised he actually came," the other woman said.
The van sped off leaving the airport behind, as well as Martin's life as he knew it.
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