Becoming Phillipe Fornier
~ 1 ~ Phillipe Fornier was sitting on the stone patio of a beautiful house on the shores of Lake Leman in Switzerland. It was early July and the temperature was in the mid-twenties. He was sitting at a beautiful oak table and looking out over the lake and the Swiss Alps behind them. His laptop was open in front of him. Beside him sat a couple of buttered croissants, a bunch of Italian green grapes and a mug of coffee. He stared at the computer for a while, then took a sip of coffee and began to write. Phillipe was twenty-three, well built and handsome with long Sandy coloured hair, and a small diamond stud in his left ear. His real name was Jason Whiteside. But he didn’t use that name anymore. The name and the life that was attached to it was over as far as he was concerned. Someone had plans for Jason. And Jason wanted nothing to do with those plans. He had another idea, a va...