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Yes Master

Rise of the Witch

Jason Gabriel Kondrath

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Table of Contents


Chapter One: I Dream of Jeannie

Chapter Two: Proximity is Everything

Chapter Three: Cyst

Chapter Four: Girl with a Past

Chapter Five: Seduction of the Pentagram

Chapter Six: Sins of the Father

Chapter Seven: Sky High

Chapter Eight: Good Angel Bad Angel

Chapter Nine: Sins of the Mother

Chapter Ten: Tale of Two Kittens

Chapter Eleven: First Face

Chapter Twelve: The Real World

Chapter Thirteen: Mother Hazel

Chapter Fourteen: Taken

Chapter Fifteen: Janus Zachery

Chapter Sixteen: Second Nature

Chapter Seventeen: Life; Beautiful and Dangerous

Chapter Eighteen: Working Girl

Chapter Nineteen: Office Gossip

Chapter Twenty: Scorpozine

Chapter Twenty-One: Appearance of the Witch

Chapter Twenty-Two: Ulterior Motives

Chapter Twenty-Three: Rise of the Witch

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Second Face


My name is Mark, and I might seem like your average thirteen-year old boy, growing up in the suburbs of any mid-western state, but I wasn't. My parents had money, so I had a lot of privileges that most other teens my age did not have. And even if money doesn’t make you special, you felt special because you could have anything you wanted, and lots of it.

However, even as a child I was smart enough to realize that the money I received; I didn’t earn, I was just lucky enough to be born to wealthy parents.

Money was a gift, I was blessed. So rather than act conceited or arrogant, I never looked down on anyone less privileged than I was. I had to learn the hard way that money didn’t make me superior to anyone else. It didn’t matter how much money you had in the end, because we all died broke, and the ultimate color was not green, even thou the world ran on it, it was red, because we all bled it.

No one’s skin or race was superior to another because death made everyone equal, and I have yet to meet a white supremist who was bulletproof. You come into this world with nothing, and you leave with nothing.

Who said that?

I always sought the truth, so when I tell you my philosophy on politics, religion, or money, especially coming from it, I want you to believe me, because it is the truth.

Now here’s one subject everybody’s fucking confused on -women. But if you pay attention, and read in-between the lines you may pick up on a few things. 

It was just another lazy Sunday afternoon for me, as I had my large bedroom windows open just enough to let in the summer breeze, but not enough for anyone to see me lying naked on my bed.

My family were Catholic’s but we weren't practicing Catholic’s, so we seldom went to mass (service), on Sunday, and when we did go it was usually just on the holidays, Easter and Christmas.

Hey, wait a minute, maybe that was the definition of a practicing catholic.

Not being a devout practitioner meant that I carried a lot less guilt than the average Catholic.

So, whenever my parents went out for breakfast, or to play golf, or whatever the hell they did when they left, I would be at home by myself and watching porn in my bedroom instead.

I was in the eighth grade now, and I had watched all my dad's adult videos and also secretly recorded them for myself. I had my own video player, TV, headphones, and a good amount of privacy on the weekend, and I needed it.

Let’s be honest, most guys my age had developed an incredible fascination for the female body. Porn for guys was modern sex education. Today you can see porn on satellite, cable, the Internet, and even video games. 

But back when I was a kid we only had DVD’s, so I must have seen each of my dad's adult video's at least a dozen times, and now I was starting to get bored with them all.

There were maybe fifteen total and I wished he would start buying some new ones. 

Why did he stop?

Did my mom start fucking him again?


My dad never sat me down to explain the facts of life yet; I don't think he knew them himself. Well, not until it was too late anyway, and that's why he and my mom had to get married in the first place. 

Biology class taught you the definitions of body parts, human and otherwise, dissecting frogs, fetal pigs, and pictures of pregnant woman who looked like they were photographed by a homicide detective. 

Biology wasn't going to teach you how to fuck thou!!! 

Porn was your visual aid for that, and everything else sexual. Blowjobs, anal sex, cunnilingus, sixty-nine, three-way's, girl on girl.

And that was just the “Norm,” I’m not even talking about the freaky shit like S&M, midget's, tyrannies, bestiality, and people who pissed and shit on each other.

But I wasn't in to that kind of craziness, so I never watched those, but still you had to know about them, if case one of your jerk-off friends brought it up during lunch. 

You did not want to be the only one standing there like a dumb-fuck, wondering what a "donkey-punch" was?

I guess porn had been around since movie cameras were invented. But it got really big in the 70's. And the porn of the 70's was by far the raunchiest and most disgusting, ever. If you compared 70's porn to modern porn, there wasn't anything even remotely arousing about it, by comparison.  

The seventies porn had a lot of fat, ugly, sweaty, hairy people that reminded me more of "Animal Planet" today. No sexual redeeming value whatsoever, except for the violence. Porn plots, if there was such a thing, of the 70's had a lot of emphasis on rape, kidnapping, and forced prostitution. 

If some ugly black pimp wanted his dick sucked behind a bar in the alley, all he had to do was snap his fingers and a flock of skanky white bitches came running in stilettos, sometimes even breaking a heel trying to reach him first.

One time this one prostitute had been run-over by a bull-dozer or some bullshit, and she was back on the streets the next day in a body cast.

Here pimp cut out three holes in her body cast, so that she could still perform, and the tricks (customers) had access to her mouth, pussy, and ass. 

In 70’s porn, the pimps were always black, and if he was "breaking in" a new girl, like some white run-away from the suburbs, and she started giving him some “bullshit," he would simply beat her until she begged him not to kill her. 

Afterwards she would do whatever he wanted, I guess in "porn-world" that was called "Foreplay.”  

Now by the time, DVD’s were used to replace video tapes, all the hard-core (sexual abuse) porn was made illegal. If you were to see those images as an adult that would be disturbing enough, but as a child, once you embedded sex with that kind of violence, you could never separate one from the other again. 

That was the type of porn I saw, the type my father bought.

Mind you, I never got off by choking some bitch to death while I was fucking her, and I never grew up to become a serial killer, but I always enjoyed sex the most, when I could associate some level of aggression with it. 

But more than that I leaned something about woman from watching porn. I don’t why but I had a knack for seeing the things that other people missed. It was invisible to them, but obvious to me! And it really got me over with woman after I discover it. And I don’t mean some woman, I mean all woman. 

It was even more shocking to discover that other guys, older guys, even married guys, hadn't figured out what I had. Most didn’t even have a clue, and by comparison I was living in a different world. 

I didn’t know it at the time but my friends, teachers, and especially the girls in my class noticed a real change in me. They knew I knew something, but they didn’t know what it was.

They all thought I was so cool, with my confidence, like I had discovered some hidden secret of the universe.  

Maybe I had, you be the judge, but just for the record, I never thought I was cool, especially around beautiful woman, I just wasn’t intimidated anymore. 

It didn’t matter if she was Ms. America, Ms. Universe, or Jenna Jamison when she was eighteen years old and doing her first porno. No matter how rich or poor, educated or sophisticated, married or single, I always had the edge, and I made sure they fucking knew it.  

-Mark Winters

Chapter One: I Dream of Jeannie

When I first met Jeannie, I was in the eighth grade, and she was the new girl who had just moved to our school. It was the first day for her, but the middle of the school year for the rest of us.

Our home room teacher Ms. Payne checked her office slip, wrote her name in her attendance book, and asked her if she would like to introduce herself, while standing in-front of the entire class!!!

As a new student, I would have been horrified. I mean it would have been a struggle for me just to remember my name. Ms. Payne had a real knack for putting students on the spot.

I myself got in so much trouble sitting next to my two friends, Kyle and Carlos, that she moved me to the other side of the room.

Jeannie seemed very comfortable however, and introduced herself with a poker face that hid any underlying fear. Plus, she spoke in an organized manner that almost sounded like a speech she had rehearsed.

Jeanie started by telling us where she was from, the name of her old school, how badly she missed her friends, and how happy she was for the opportunity to make some new ones, and finally the reason she moved here in the first place.

Jeanie’s dad got a promotion, but if he accepted they would have to relocate within 30 days. Her father did not have a choice about the timing, otherwise her parents would have waited until the end of the school year instead.

Then Jeannie concluded by looking over at Ms. Payne to see if she was satisfied. Ms. Payne told Jeanie that we were happy to have her.

And we were.

I know I was because Jeanie, was hotter than hell. I have never seen a more beautiful red-head in my life, and redheads were my favorite. There was only one other empty desk in the classroom, and that the one in front of me. I sat in the second seat behind her. The student who previously sat there was an authentic Native American named Johnny Wolf. And he lived on a reservation with several other Indian families that composed an actual tribe.

I called him Johnny “Howling Wolf" because of his allergies, as he was constantly itching, sneezing, and coughing, and it was non-stop. Nothing against his heritage, but I hated sitting next to him because of it. One day it got so bad, I waited after class to complain to the teacher.

"Ms. Payne, I want to be moved back to my old seat."

"No, I'm not going to do that, she said."

"I don't care where you move me then, just anywhere away from Johnny, I said."

"Forget it, Ms. Payne said dismissively."

"You can move Carlos or Kyle next to Johnny instead, I offered.”

"Thank You for telling me what I can do, she replied.”

Truth be told, I didn’t even want to breathe the same air with Johnny let alone sit next to him.

“Johnny sounds sick and I don’t want to catch whatever it is that he has, I said.”

"You're exaggerating; besides it only sounds like Johnny has hay-fever, Ms. Payne replied offhandedly."

Hay-fever, Bullshit, how did she know, was she a fucking doctor now, I think not?

I mean I never heard of someone coughing up a lung because of Hay-Fever?

Hell, my grandfather had bronchitis and he didn’t sound that bad, Mark stewed silently.

"Ms. Payne, how do you know that whatever Johnny has isn’t contagious?"

"Then I assume we'd all been coughing, she said."

She won this round. Another month passed, and Ms. Payne gave each student in the first row a stack of tests, each student would take one and pass the remaining tests back.

Of course, I was sitting behind Johnny, and suddenly as he turned I guess he lost control and coughed right in my face. He didn't even try to cover his mouth, not even with the tests in his hands.

I was so disgusted that in a fit of rage, I lost it, "Cover that shit hole, your filthy savage, I shouted.”

Ms. Payne had her back turned so she hadn't seen how Johnny had just thrown up on my face."

"Mark Winters, I am appalled, you apologize to Johnny this instant, Ms. Payne demanded."

I got up and told her that I had to go to the bathroom to wash my face because Johnny hadn’t covered his mouth, before he decided to puke all over me.

After class, I stayed after again, to tell Mrs. Payne my side of the story, and that, if she had moved me, like I asked her to do in the first place, this whole nasty incident could have been avoided.

“Ms. Payne, Johnny's condition sounds like it's getting worse. I think he needs some modern medicine and not whatever their giving him out there on that reservation, because whatever it is, it’s not working."

“What are you going on about, Ms. Payne said annoyed?”

“I’m talking about you blatantly overlooking your duties as a teacher, by ignoring one of your student’s serious health condition, I replied."

“My duties, Ms. Payne repeated?”

“Well, I don’t have him in any of my other classes, Mark answered.”

“It is not the school’s policy to recommend treatment or medication, nor are we authorized to give it. Now if you have a problem with that, maybe you should take it up with Principle White, Ms. Payne answered curtly, in fact I was going to sent you to his office anyway."

“Well before you do, I just want to make sure that I have my facts straight, the school's position is to just pretend that Johnny's health problems don't exist, I mean at least officially.

And if anything does happen to Johnny while he's still on school property, the District can claim to have no prior knowledge, so if he actually dies in class, the Board may not get sued for negligence by the Native American Council."

“I do not make those decisions, Ms. Payne, retorted, turning red, and looking both angry and embarrassed."

“What about your Hypocritical oath, Mark asked?”

“My Hypocritical what, Ms. Payne replied?"

“What if what Johnny has is terminal, I mean those Native American’s have all the money in the world because of the casino’s, but they still choose to live out there on those reservations, like a bunch of..."

"Savages, Ms. Payne completed?"

"Yea, that's right, savages, I mean why is it that the Indians are so self-sufficient with everything else, except when it comes to home-schooling their own children, Mark asked?"

"Maybe they want to modernize, and start indoctrinating themselves into society, Ms. Payne replied.”

"That’s fine, let them modernize, I'm not a racist, but I don't want to suffer from whatever it is that Johnny's suffering from, just because they don't believe in the “White Man’s Medicine,” Mark made quotation marks with his fingers, is no reason for the rest of us to suffer."

“Well, I can’t very well tell Johnny that he can’t come to class, now can I, Ms. Payne said defensively?"

You don't have the authority, I bet Mr. White doesn't either, Mark thought to himself?

“Why don’t you just call in the Army then, tell them it’s an outbreak, let the (CDC), storm in here and quarantine the entire town. Just give me a heads-up first, so I can sneak out first, I mean, I would hate to wind up on the wrong side of the plastic bubble, if you know what I mean, Mark said with a straight face."

Ms. Payne burst out laughing.

Mark stared back at Ms. Payne in total amazement, more like shock. He wasn't even trying to be funny, but whenever he got really upset about something, he started running off at the mouth, and then he couldn't stop himself.

He waited for her to finish laughing, and then he said, “You know Ms. Payne, this is the first time, I think I ever heard you laugh, it sounded more like a revelation than a statement the way Mark said it.

“I didn’t know you could laugh, Mark continued."

“Look, I can’t make any promises, but I’ll talk to Principal White maybe there's something he can do, but as for me, my hands are tied.”

Despite her age and profession, Ms. Payne revealed herself to be a warm human being who actually had a sense of humor. She could even treat a student with respect, instead of just being another condescending adult.

Mark suddenly realized, maybe Ms. Payne was just another person stuck in the same horrible situation that he was in. They shared a common tragedy. It was like a worker from the boiler room of the “Titanic” who was top deck and speaking to a passenger from first class. Or maybe the captain himself, it didn't matter now that the ship was sinking, they were all in the same boat.

Could it be, that Ms. Payne was just as disgusted about Johnny's condition as he was?

But unlike Mark, she didn’t have the luxury of complaining about it, because she had a job to protect.

“You hate Johnny being in your class, as much as I do, Mark said out loud."

Another revelation.

Ms. Payne looked up at him again, but this time she was startled, she studied Mark and he saw a look of panic on her face.

She wondered if maybe she had said too much, and then after a delayed moment, her composure returned and she said dismissively, "Goodbye, Mark."

Ms. Payne, the teacher had returned.

Mark slung his backpack over his shoulders and headed out. But before he left the classroom he stopped at the doorway and turned around.

“Ms. Payne, I would like to tell everybody that you have a very contagious laugh. But I don't think they would believe me, maybe if they heard it from you themselves, you could help me convince them, and then Mark left without saying "Good-bye."

Never in her eighteen years of teaching could she remember a student giving her a compliment. Not on her looks, not on her hair, not on one of her outfits. Nothing. Margaret Payne continued staring at the empty doorway.

Mark did learn that Ms. Payne had made good on her word however, because something finally changed regarding Johnny.

His parents admitted him into a regular hospital, where they discovered that much of his illness was due to allergies. But it wasn't just hay-fever, Johnny had a rare condition because his lungs were super-sensitive.

The allergies from the dust and pollen created a constant state of irritation within the air sacks themselves. So, given enough time, and left untreated, his condition could have become fatal.

His family moved Johnny to another tribe further North of the state, and Johnny lived on another reservation, but one closer to a clinic that specialized in his type of illness.

After Johnny left no one from the school ever heard from him again, Mark never got so much as a Thank You" let alone an acknowledgment, but if Johnny got the help he needed, that’s all that really mattered.

Anyway, Johnny's exodus was the only reason why there was an empty seat in the classroom to begin with. And now the new girl Jeannie would be sitting there instead. Mark could not have dreamed up a better replacement himself.

Jeanie was so beautiful that Mark had to turn away as she walked towards him, and also so that he would not stare, but that was almost impossible, her beauty seemed magnetic.

Mark thought Jeanie might have been one of the most beautiful eighth grader in the entire world. And that was also because she matured early; and already had the body of an adult woman.

Mark had read somewhere that girls were maturing much earlier now than any time before in history. There was this theory that it was due to all the hormones, and steroids they put in the cow’s milk. Well if Jeanie ate her Frosted Flakes, she was proof of that.

She might have had the face of a 13-year-old girl, young, fresh, and innocent, but she had the mature body of a curvy, voluptuous vixen.

Her tits were fucking huge!!!

The contrast between her youthful, innocent looks, and her mature well-endowed body, only enhanced each other that much more.


Mark couldn’t help but wonder, if Jeanie’s body was as innocent as her face looked. But after she sat down, Mark began to have a hard time concentrating. He saw multi-colored spots, and instantly developed a headache, the pain throbbed until he had to close his eyes. He rubbed his forehead, and then his temples and try to relieve some of the pressure. If it got any worse Mark thought he might have cried out.

And then suddenly he started to get flashes of images. They were about Jeanie the new girl. Sometimes Mark got “visions,” for lack of a better definition. It didn't happen with everyone, he wasn't psychic in the broad sense.

Usually it was just a female who Mark found extremely attractive. Sexually attractive. Sometimes the pictures were accompanied by a sound, or a feeling, but mostly they were just images.

The last time this happened to him was with a blonde girl named Tiffany who was the first girl who had ever given him oral sex. Aside from kissing a girl or feeling one or two up, since fourth grade, Tiffany the blonde was Mark's first sexual experience.

She was one of the most popular, and attractive girls at the school, but she was selfish and ultimately visions of her leaving him broken-hearted always overshadowed any sexual desire he felt for her. Tiffany was ultimately a selfish woman, and she would punish any man who loved her, even destroy him, and then leave as quickly as she came. Girls had conquests too. It was always the getting and not the having with Tiffany.

Mark didn't know why Jeanie suddenly "activated" these flashing images within him the same as Tiffany had done before.

Was this a warning?

Silently as Jeanie sat down next to Mark the pictures kept exploding off in his head like silent flashbulbs, one after another.

Pop, pop, pop!!!

Sometimes the images were of a person's past and other times it was of their present or current situation. Sometimes Mark even got glimpses of a future event. Sometimes it was all three.

Mark had the feeling that he could see things about the other person without them even being aware of it. I mean if they knew, they would have reacted right?

He would have.

But Mark didn't know if his “mental-story images” of the person were accurate or if they were merely generated by his own imagination as fantasy.

He never got confirmation because he never asked the other person who he got the visions about to get confirmation.

How could he, without sounding like a crazy person or maybe a mutant freak from another world?

Mark made it a point, never to tell anyone about his “visions.”

Not to his friends, not to his teacher and certainly not to his parents. His father would quietly take him to a shrink, in another city to "fix" him.

You see, Marks father John was a prominent attorney who worked downtown, and was even planning to run for public office one day, he didn't need his only son holding him back, with a history of mental illness. Not only would he be an embarrassment, but it may ruin his chances for public office forever.

I mean the little people always thought the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. And Mark wasn’t going to let no fucking quack put him on some experimental psychotropic medication that would do him more harm than well. Once they prescribed you on that shit, you never got off.

But worse than that, seen by a shrink would get him labeled as “crazy,” for the rest of his life. Being crazy was one thing; being confirmed as crazy, because your parents forced you to see a shrink, was something else. Mark would rather die first.

He closed his eyes and started rubbing them again to try and stop the flood of images that were pouring in. After Mark started to see enough of them, the images like pictures from a camera, or a single frame from a filmstrip, would start to formulate a story, like pieces of a puzzle that eventually completed a picture.

Now the images were repeating themselves again. Marks first impression(s) was that Jeanie had involved herself with something taboo.

She was in a cult. No, she was a student of the occult. Wicca, she practiced witchcraft. Jeanie had belonged to a school, no a coven. She had a natural talent for Wicca. But something had happened. She was a novice, a very gifted student, but inexperienced and undisciplined.




Jeanie was “expelled” from the coven because as a student she practiced on her own, outside of any supervision, which was dangerous and forbidden.

Suddenly Mark wondered it this tied in with her move, was this the real reason for her relocation.

Was she banished?





Wicca, was a religion, witchcraft were rituals. Every religion had rules, but the rules of Wicca were stricter than most. And Jeanie had disobeyed theirs.

But why?

Pop, Pop, Pop!!!




A boy. No, he was a man. In her other school there was an older boy, named Joe…John…Josh.

His name was Josh, and Jeanie was instantly infatuated with him, Josh was her first crush. He was older than Jeanie, but because of her intelligence Jeanie was mentally, if not emotionally, his equal.

The two of them even shared some of the same classes, Jeanie was allowed to skip a grade (actually two), because of how smart she was. But Josh never seemed to notice her, Jeanie was very attractive, but in a girlish way.

Cute, but not sexy, like a woman. Jeanie did not know why Josh was not interested in her; it was because she still looked "under-developed," more like a child than a woman. And Josh was a breast-man.

Pop, Pop, Pop!!!

One-day Jeanie overheard Josh talking to one of his friends, he said that he needed to go to the Mall this weekend to buy some new shoes. Jeanie made plans to arrive at the mall first, so that she could "accidentally" run into him.

He didn't say what time he was going exactly, so Jeanie was going to get there when the Mall opened and wait for him, all day if necessary. When she finally saw Josh walk in, Jeanie walked over and made up an excuse to talk to him.

Josh smiled, flirted, complimented her, and even laughed at her jokes, Jeanie was sure that Josh was going to ask her out.

But then just like a heart-breaking scene from a romantic comedy, a very well-endowed female walked past them, and this girl’s timing could not have been worse for Jeanie.

Like an electric magnet that had suddenly switched polarities, Josh's attention immediately switched from Jeanie to the other girl in an instant.

Jeanie looked to see what had suddenly captivated Josh’s attention, her "boyfriend's" attention, when she saw the rival female. She became vaguely aware that she had seen this girl before, her name was Brenda, and she was also in the same class that she and Josh shared.

Suddenly, Josh made up some horrible, transparent excuse to leave so that he could catch up with the other girl before she got away. Jeanie had been outclassed, simple as that. Game, Set, and Match.

Josh's reaction was so abrupt that it would have been comical under different circumstances, but the shock of his sudden abandonment was devastating, and the humiliation she felt in his absence was monumental.

Jeanie couldn't even move at first, her body frozen; her mind refusing to accept what had just happened.

He's gone???

He left me for Brenda?


Yes, she was an older, mature, and more endowed, but certainly not prettier???

She looked like a whore!!!

And Josh left her for Brenda right in the middle of the mall where everybody could see her humiliation. She might as well have been the lead actress in a tragedy. Her face suddenly turned red from embarrassment.

She could not stop it. And when it did, it brought out her freckles. She could even feel the heat coming off her body from her embarrassment.

Suddenly Jeanie wished she could turn invisible so that nobody could see her as she forced one foot in front of the other, feeling like a fool, trying to maintain her dignity, even holding her breath hoping that it might prevent her from bursting into tears, at least not until she made it to the bathroom.

Jeanie was in the stall for almost twenty minutes, long enough to make sure she got it all out of her system. She wanted to make sure that she made it out of the mall before she started crying again.

She wanted to make it home this time. Josh was Jeanie’s first crush and he was devastating. She cried herself to sleep that night wondering what she did wrong, and why she wasn't good enough for Josh.

For the rest of the week Jeanie was inconsolable, she wouldn’t eat, or sleep, or confide in anyone, she was becoming dangerously underweight, until she could no longer deny the truth.

Jeanie was determined to win Josh’s affection at any cost. It was unfair what had happened to her. She felt like she had been setup. Why did that bitch have to walk past her at the exact moment Josh was about to ask her out?

Now she had heard that they were even dating, but this girl Brenda, had not won Josh, she had stolen him, and with an unfair advantage!!!

Jeanie was going to use a magical incantation that would emulate the body of this other woman, that way Josh would be as interested in Jeanie as he was this Brenda, and then Jeanie would be able to compete against this other woman on a level playing field.

Pop, Pop, Pop!!!

But this incantation was a very dangerous thing to attempt. First, Jeanie did not the experience, Second the spell was not a one-person ritual, and third, she did not have permission from the coven to perform it.

None of this mattered to Jeanie, she convinced herself she was doing the right thing. Besides she knew if she asked, that her request would be denied on principle. Jeanie didn’t even think she could bring herself to ask for a sexual endowment, it would be humiliating. Childish, immature, unrealistic, and insane.

Josh was not her husband, and this was not a mating ritual. You could not rush or force nature. And those who tried were doomed. But no warning would deter Jeanie, she was determined!!!

A woman scorned, a woman in love, could move mountains, and God help the fool that stood in her way, they would be crushed. Jeanie was a brilliant student of the Wiccan arts, a very gifted apprentice, but she was young, and she did not have the power, confidence or experience to complete such a complicated ritual.

Jeanie had performed the magic rite meticulously, and it had been effective, despite her inexperience, partly because Jeanie herself was still in puberty, and so her body quickly began to change and the results were astonishing.

Her body began to grow into the same form and shape of Brenda, the other woman. But something went wrong. And that is why there is no substitution for experience in any field.

Some variation or deviation. Maybe something unnoticed or forgotten, Jeanie did not know what specifically. But something was left out, or overlooked, and as a result the other woman died.

Pop, Pop, Pop!!!

When the elders found out what Jeanie had done; the mother superior Janice, shook her head in both shock and amazement. She told Jeanie that she could not believe that she herself had not been killed during the incantation.

What she attempted, had never been tried before, which was a true testament of her abilities, and her potential. Jeanie was by far the most gifted student Janice had ever tutored.

In time Jeanie, herself would have been the one to replace Janice, because of her ability. It was only natural for her to be the next to lead in succession, for Jeanie was the most capable, the most gifted. No one could deny her ability.

But now none of that would ever be possible. Janis was Jeanie's mentor, and personal teacher, and she was unable to have children of her own. So, she loved Jeanie like her own daughter, and she was the most protective of Jeanie, especially with her being the youngest member of the coven.

But Jeanie had to be held accountable for her actions the same as everyone else. No one was above Wiccan Law.

Pop, Pop, Pop!!!

During the next full moon all thirteen members of the coven gathered outside the courtyard. Twelve in a circle and Jeanie in the middle. Every woman present was clothed only in a hooded robe, and crying miserable, and that included both Janice and Jeanie.

Another senior member of the council, Teresa, a beautiful blonde, seductive and alluring tried to speak in Jeanie's defense, “Mother Janis, forgive this child, I beg thee, her intention was not malice.

"Yes, she was reckless. yes, she was foolish, but this folly was first loves sake, and who among us has not been deceived by love, or made a fool of by the same, not once but many times even afterwards."

It suddenly started raining in large, cold and heavy drops. And every woman except for Jeanie, put the hood of their robes over their heads to keep their hair from getting wet.

Janice could not rule on intention, but on outcome alone. Jeanie could not have preferential treatment.

Janis spoke, "I did not make the laws, sister Teresa, and Jeanie was well aware of them from the onset, the laws are in place to prevent exactly what happened, from happening, now we all have blood on our hands.”

Another woman, Cassandra, now hooded, and her face hidden in the shadow of the moonlight spoke up, "She is but a child, Mother Superior, have mercy on her for she is young, she is young and her heart is pure, Cassandra repeated."

But Janice shook her head. “She was old enough, old enough to know better, yet she chose against the law, and now she must be held accountable because of it."

Jeanie took off her robe even thou she was completely naked underneath, and threw herself on the ground, kneeling before Janice grabbing her from behind the knees, and begging her for an alternate form of punishment, it was very bad form to beg forgiveness before the verdict was even given.

"I will take the lash until my back bleeds and scars, Jeanie said, Or the fire until it scorches and sears my flesh, they could even scrub her skin with steel wool, and salt water afterwards. That could be fatal.

The wind started to howl, and it carried Jeanie's appeal to the heavens, but there was would be no latitude given from Janis, she alone would make the decision, and that decision would be final.

Janis spoke: "Jeanie you have caused the death of another, although unintentional, you were selfish, reckless, and dangerous. You knew the law, but ye broke it anyway. Had this other woman lived, another punishment may have been considered, but as it stands, the punishment will fit the crime.

Jeanie was already crying hysterically. Janice raise her voice so she could be heard above the wind, “Jeanie, you are now excommunicated from our sisterhood forever, and swear an oath upon your life that you will never practice Wicca again, either now or in the future, with or without assistance, and then Janis looked down on her, that is the judgement upon you,”

The group of women repeated their response in unison, “So mote it be.”

Jeanie looked up at the Janice and pleaded, "Please Mother, you are my only family, do not abandon me, I would rather you kill me, than banish me, death itself would be a kinder fate, but to live without my sisters, that is unbearable, Jeanie cried."

“Some punishments in life are worse than death, Janis replied, and you more than anyone should know that, and they exchanged a knowing look between them.

“Swear the Oath, or suffer the curse Janice warned.”

“Please you are the only mother I have ever known, Jeanie begged.”

Janice slapped Jeanie in her face hard, and Jeanie fell on her side and into the mud, it covered one side of her face and body. Janice waited patiently for Jeanie to get up and then repeated her demand, “Swear the Oath or suffer the curse, Janice repeated.”

Jeanie did not see hatred in the eyes of Janis, pity, anger, but most of all disappointment.

"I will suffer Both woman we’re broken-heated. The curse Jeanie said bravely."

And so, the mother superior announced what her fate was to be.

To never be loved!!!

And after Janice announced her judgement, she warned Jeanie, "Do not call me your mother, or these other women your sisters, for we are not your family anymore, nor shall we ever be again.

The lightning illuminated the sky as if for effect.

And then Janis walked away from Jeanie as the rain continued to come down, but now even harder. It was as if even Nature itself was washing its hands of Jeanie.

Now she was no longer kneeling, Jeanie fell into the fetal position, and screamed hysterically, "I am alone, I am alone, I am alone, I have no one, I have no one, I have no one, she yelled over and over.”

And each time she cried out, the lightning flickered and the thunder sounded above to drown her out. Yet no member of the coven would stay to comfort Jeanie, help her up, cover her with her robe, or even look back to see if she would be okay.

The group silently followed Janis, back into their small concrete fortress that was the courtyard, and shut the iron gate behind them, which locked with a metallic rattle.

“Mr. Winters, can you give me the answer, Ms. Payne asked?

“Mark jumped back in his seat, his "visions" were gone, the story was over. Hearing Ms. Payne’s voice brought Mark back to the present. To the here and now.

"The Answer?" Mark said, clearing his throat."

"Yes, the answer, weren’t you paying attention, Ms. Payne asked?"

Hell no, I wasn’t paying attention, Mark thought to himself.

How could she even ask him that with a straight face, wasn’t that the reason why she called on him in the first place, she caught him not paying attention.

Mark had already decided to ask Jeanie out after class but if Ms. Payne made him look like a fool, it could ruin his chances with her, and he hadn't even introduced himself yet. You never get a second chance to make a first impression. A good impression.

“I’m sorry Ms. Payne, I couldn't hear you, can you repeat the question, Mark asked."

Ms. Payne scoffed.

"Who shot our 16th President Abraham Lincoln, Ms. Payne repeated?"

"Uh……That John…. Telephone...... Booth guy, Mark finished quickly.

The entire class erupted in laughter.

"That-is-not-funny, Ms. Payne said, to the class enunciating each word carefully to let the room know she meant business. All of you quiet down this instant, she commanded.”

“When the class quieted down, Ms. Payne returned and picked up exactly where she left off, "You mean John “Wilkes” Booth, Ms. Payne corrected?”

"Yes, that's exactly who I meant, Mark answered.

I guess Ms. Payne didn't want to look like a fool in front of the new girl either, Mark thought to himself."

“Then why didn’t you say so in the first place, Ms. Payne asked, putting him on the spot again?"

What? Are you fucking kidding me?

I gave you the right answer now move on bitch, Mark thought to himself.

Why was Ms. Payne giving him such a hard time?

Was Ms. Payne deliberately trying to embarrass him in front of the new girl, because she had never acted like this before.

"Ms. Payne, you told us last semester that if we couldn’t actually remember the answer; to associate something with it instead, like an image.

So, I took the last name "Booth," and I tried to link of a picture that I could associate with his last name. And Telephone Booth was all that I could come up with. Telephone Booth and John Wilkes Booth, Mark said, putting his two hands together into one. 

Ms. Payne was both, amazed and confused, the latter because she had never told the class to link words with pictures. Mark made that up on the spot.

There was a pause while Ms. Payne stood standing and trying to remember when she had said that, Mark pre-emptied a comeback before she could respond. 

“Look, Ms. Payne, I don’t know why you’re always calling on me, unlike these snobby rich girls, I like your casual shoes, he said pointing at them for effect and giving her the thumbs up for approval. Mark wanted the attention off him and back on Ms. Payne.

Ms. Payne herself looked down at her shoes, and then, once she knew that she'd been had, lifted one of them up to check the underside to see if she had anything stuck on them. 

“No, the other one Mark said."

The entire class erupted in laughter again.

This time she didn’t yell at the room to quiet down, she waited patiently. Maybe Mark had earned that laugh. But before she spoke again, Mark panicked.

Maybe he had gone too far this time, and he should have quit while he was ahead. He couldn’t help himself, he was still reeling from the images that he’d seen from Jeanie’s past and now his mind was racing into over-drive.

Mark couldn’t have stopped his mouth even if that meant a one-way ticket straight to the principal’s office. Better to die a rebel than look like a fool.

Now that the class was quiet again, a composed Ms. Payne with a Mona-Lisa smile scanned the classroom. Her body language proclaimed: I am the adult here, so I will be the bigger person.

Her tone and mood seemed much lighter when she spoke the second time, "Well, I hope the rest of you will be able to associate pretty pictures with answers because there's going to be a test, next Monday, and you can bet that question will be on there.

The entire class grumbled as if in protest and then Ms. Payne stood in front of Jeanie’s desk, “I’m sorry, honey, but that includes you as well."

Jeanie nodded without looking up at her. Suddenly the bell rang, and everybody got up and filtered out of the classroom and into the hallways. Mark straggled behind as most of the class disappeared, some of the girls turned around to size Jeanie up again, up before they left.

Now It was common for Ms. Payne to leave for the teachers’ lounge to refill her coffee during the bell in-between classes. When she left with the rest of the class, after the bell rang, Mark took that as a good sign.

Kyle and Carlos, who sat together on the other side of the classroom, were waiting for him by the door, but Mark waved them on impatiently to leave, but trying not to be too obvious.

He didn’t need those two idiots sticking around, he needed to have Jeanie alone when he spoke to her, if they stayed they would only try to make him look bad, and fuck things up for him.

Jeannie didn't act like she was in a hurry so while she was taking her time collecting her things, Mark tried to keep pace; desperately thinking up an excuse to talk to her, now that he had the opportunity he had drawn a blank.

When he couldn't think of anything clever, he was just going to say “Hi,” before she got away, but when he turned to face her, she was already looking at him, and caught him off guard, he froze, as then he smiled.

“Hey, he said.”

“You were funny, Jeanie said.”

"How do you mean, Mark asked smiling."

"Complimenting her shoes, Jeanie returned."

“Yea, but I wasn't trying to be funny; Ms. Payne really did catch me daydreaming, and then he checked the doorway to make sure she hadn’t double-backed.”

“So, you were lying when you said you like her shoe’s, Jeanie asked?”

“Oh, there okay, but I'd wish she buy some new ones, she wears the same outfits on the same days, and on the same day of the week, sometimes the other kids make fun of her, So I was really just trying to help her out.”

Jeanie laughed again, Oh, Really, Jeanie said beaming."

"Hey, some people can be so mean, besides, I like your shoes a lot better, Mark smiled.”

Jeanie laughed again, she hadn't been this nervous talking to a guy in a long time, but she did have on a cute pair of “shoe-boots” that were a fashionable style at the time.

“Our Homeroom Teacher “Ms. Payne,” is well named because she loves to try and cause me grief, every chance she gets."

“You the bad boy, defending her, Jeanie asked?"

“Alright, maybe I’m exaggerating, but this time my distraction was legitimate Mark answered.”

“What distraction was that, Jeanie flirted."

She didn't mean to sound flirtatious, but it came out that way and she couldn't prevent it when it did.

"Well for one thing, Ms. Payne’s voice itself is a distraction. You ever hear the voice of the guy that does the Garfield the cartoon cat in the Movies."

"Yes, Jeanie said."

"Ms. Payne's voice is a little like that, she has no inflection, and for someone who has a "boring" voice she sure loves to hear herself talk." 

“Are you sure you’re not exaggerating again, Jeanie asked?

She’s the reason I daydream Jeanie, he said, didn’t you have a Ms. Payne at your old school, Mark asked?”

Old School, that sounded strange him saying that, and the realization, instantly struck her with fear.

"Yea, but her name was Ms. Harp, Jeanie replied."

"Ms. Harp, Mark asked, like he didn’t believe her.”

Jeanie laughed.

And you, he said shyly

And me what, she asked?

“And you had me distracted, Mark replied."

“Why me, she asked?”

Why you! Don’t you own a fucking mirror? It might have something to do with those two-bowling ball titties strapped to your chest, he thought to himself.

“Well, it’s not every day we get to meet a new student from a faraway land, and that’s very exciting for these parts, Mark answered.”

“Exciting, what do you mean by exciting, she asked?”

“You’re a mystery Jeanie, nobody knows anything about you, Mark explained.”

She noticed Mark was using her first name a lot, and he seemed very comfortable doing so, that was amazing considering they had just met.

“Even after I told you and the entire class my life's story, Jeanie exclaimed."

"Yea, I can't believe Ms. Payne made you do that, I hate standing up front just to give a book report, let alone telling my life’s story to a bunch of strangers, Mark agreed.”

“Oh, my God, Mark, I was so embarrassed, please tell me I didn’t look like a fool, Jeanie begged.”

“No, you were cool, maybe a little shy, but for your first day, you did great, Mark complimented her.”

"I have to admit, out of all my teachers Ms. Payne was the only one who made me do that, Jeanie said.”

Mark moved in to whisper, she smelled of expensive perfume. It was intoxicating. “I should warn you Jeanie, Ms. Payne is a real bitch, so don’t take anything she does personal, I heard she even drinks in between classes."

Jeannie laughed.

"Thank you, Mark, Jeanie said, smiling, you’re good at making a new girl feel better.”

"Well, I wasn't born here either, I was a new student myself at one time, but even then, I had the luxury of starting fresh in September like everybody else, I can't imagine how difficult it must be to move in the middle of the year, Mark said compassionately.”

“You don’t know the half of it, Jeanie replied.”

Then give me your number and I’ll call you after school, Mark wasn't the least bit nervous, nor did he hesitate.

Wow, Jeanie thought to herself, how could she resist.

My number, she balked!!!

Mark handed her his pen and paper, if you give me your number I can call you after school, since we don't have time now, he turned around again to check the doorway."

Jeanie stared at him, and behind those emerald-green eyes, Mark could see her trying to decide if this was a good idea or not. He nodded slightly as if silently encouraging her.

“Mark, I don’t even know your last name maybe we shouldn’t rush into anything, Jeanie said.”

“My last name is Winters, he replied offering his hand so that she could shake it.”

She took it, but with the same side, she was left-handed.

“Yes, and I’m the new girl, Mr. Winters, you understand if I don’t, Jeanie said a little defensively.”

“And you just made your first friend... I mean if you want me..."

Jeanie flipped over the front cover to write but stopped when she saw notes from a previous class.

“Uh, can I write on the back page instead, she asked?”

“Just write over the notes, Mark replied.”

Jeanie laughed as she quickly found a blank page and scribbled, her number.

“Okay there you go Mark Winters, she said.”

He looked at her handwriting, and murmured, “Jeanie Winters.”

“What did you say, Jeanie asked fearfully?"

Mark looked up at her, “I’m sorry Jeanie, I must have thought one thing while saying another, Mark said disarmingly.

Jeanie looked at him a little suspiciously, as she handed him back his pen.

“Thank you, Jeanie Grants, Mark corrected himself speaking her name correctly the second time.

“Jeanie never took her eyes off him while Mark put his notebook away and slung his backpack around his shoulder; then he picked up Jeanie’s pink backpack and handed it to her.”

“Thank You, Jeanie said accepting it.”

“We better go, Jeanie, Mark said, as he noticed the other students for the next class pouring in as he walked beside her.

“Do you know where your next class is, Mark asked."

"Yes, I memorized my schedule, Jeanie said."

“Jeannie, I was just thinking, you gave me your number, and that was good, but my timing is really bad, so I don’t have to guess, can you give me a specific time to call you, just so I don’t wind up talking to your dad, he asked."

Jeannie laughed, “How about Saturday around noon.”

But that’s five days away, Mark said.

“Well let’s not rush into anything, Jeanie smiled.”

“Saturday then, it’s a date, Mark confirmed.”

A date, No, No, I didn't agree to a date, I just agreed to accept your call, Jeanie thought to herself, but Instinctively she squeezed her arms tighter and closer to her chest. A date, she thought and then Jeanie started blushing, it brought out her freckles.

Ms. Payne was returning from the teachers’ lounge to her class with a fresh cup of coffee. She had just poured a shot of baileys crème from a disguised container that she hid in the back of the fridge. This would be her third shot of the day.

She reminded lagging student to get to their next class before the second bell rang, but she was distracted, as she sipped her Irish Coffee, and wondered if the Mall was having a sale on shoes this week-end.

Chapter 2: Proximity is Everything

After school Mark was up in his room lying on his bed. He was throwing a rubber ball against the wall, catching it with the other hand, then throwing it back with the other.

Sometimes he did this to help him think and other times he did it to relieve stress. Periodically Mark would pick up his notebook lying next to him, the one that Jeanie had written on earlier, and he studied her handwriting.

Mark wanted to call her right now. But he knew that would make him look desperate, so he continuously talked himself out of it. Mark would periodically keep checking to make sure her signature and number were still on his notebook thou, and not an illusion that would fade away and disappear like a mirage after so much time in-between glances.

Mark had already rewritten Jeanie’s number on a post-it, and put that on his cork-board, in-case anything happened to his notebook. Then Mark wrote down her name and number a third time and hid that piece of paper in a shoe box on top of his closet.

Mark constantly needed to prove to himself that everything that happened earlier wasn’t a dream, and that Jeanie was real, and he had her handwriting to prove it. Everything about Jeanie was sexy, he studied her signature, light, soft, and feminine.

He was still thinking about the images he saw about Jeanie, and he desperately wanted to know if any of it was true? Was Jeanie a witch. And that's when he heard his mother calling him from downstairs.

“Mark, can you come down here please, you have company.”

Mark was annoyed, he didn't want to go anywhere. Mark just thought it was just one of his guy friends, Carlos or Kyle.

“Just send them up Mom, you don’t need to keep me in suspense, Mark said.”

“No, you’re going to have to come down here, his mom answered.”

What the hell was going on, Mark thought?

Mark only had on his shorts and sandals as he walked down the stairs heavily, then turned the corner that led into the hallway that connected him with the kitchen and that's when he saw Jeanie sitting at his kitchen. He was stunned.

Instantly everything felt surreal. Mark couldn’t even talk for a second, and when he studied Jeanie from his position, the sun was shining thru the cracks between the blinds, which outlined her body and casted an aura of white, and aura that made her look like an angel, except for the wings.

Mark was mesmerized, and continued to stare at Jeanie until even she got uncomfortable, his mother Beth was folding laundry and she turned around, when he saw him staring, Beth had to clear her throat.

“Is it Saturday, already, Mark asked abruptly, pretending to shake the cobwebs out of his head?”

Jeanie laughed, but she would not to look at him directly, he only had on shorts, and she blushed from his semi-nakedness.”

“No, I’m early, Jeanie said embarrassed.”

Beth thru Mark’s a clean shirt, and it hit him in the head covering his face, and he pulled it down in a slow-motion gesture.

Jeannie laughed again, but still avoided eye contact until he finished dressing.

“I’m sorry Jeannie, I thought it was one of my stupid guy friends, Mark said.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Jeanie said smiling.”

“I was just on my bed thinking about you, Mark said.”

His mother coughed again.

"I mean daydreaming like in class...Mom this is Jeanie, he said turning to his mother, and she is a girl-friend from my class, he made sure to pause between the word girl and friend, so it sounded like two separate words," but she still stammered. Nobody could be cool in front of their mother, not even Mark.

“Yes, I met Jeannie, his mom said, and she’s a lovely girl.

“I’m going downstairs to finish the laundry, why don’t you take her out, and show her around, maybe introduce her to some of your friends, Beth said.”

“Great idea, Mom, Mark agreed."

When his mom was out of earshot, Mark told Jeanie that he really was daydreaming about her upstairs.

“Am I still dreaming, Mark asked her?”

Jeanie laughed, “You mean like in class?”

“You have that effect on me, Mark said?”

“What were you daydreaming this time Jeanie asked?”

“What I was going to say to you on Saturday, he said."

“Oh, Jeanie replied.”

“How did you find me, Mark asked?”

“By accident, I discovered I only live a few houses up from you, I was walking to the store when I saw your last name on the mailbox, I took a chance to see if you were the same “Winters,” from my class, Jeanie said.”

“Wow, that was really brave of you, Mark said, impressed.”

“Not brave, desperate, I needed to get out of the house, but I didn’t want to go to the store by myself either, and I don't know anyone, so when I saw the name “Winters,” I rolled the dice, would you like to come with, Jeanie asked a little sultry?”

“Indeed, I would, Mark replied.”

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