A soft knock at her door brought her back down hard to reality. She moaned disappointed, but quickly recovered when she heard Nick ask to come in. She...bid him enter and did not cover her naked body from him. Nick entered the room and walked to her bed. He wore only a loose pair of jeans with silk green boxers underneath. His upper body glistened in the sunlight streaming into her room. Ashlee opened her eyes, sunlight bathed the room playing off the furniture and Nick standing beside the bed.. It was the only place Sarah went where Edward did not have a say over who she partnered with. It was also the only place Sarah went for encounters with the same anonymous, masked man, every Friday for the past several years.One of Sarah’s limits, if one could call it that, was that she never played in public. The closest she came to that was the occasional balcony at least ten stories up, or the dressing room of a store. Groups were fine, as long as everything was in a controlled. But in all the nights I've spent here I've never closed the bedroom door. There's no need to. I'm always alone in the house.That was when I saw that there was someone in my bed! I came to a sudden stop and looked down at the lump in the middle of my bed. I couldn't see much of the person. I saw enough to see that it's a she. She was lying with her back to me. I could see her long, blonde hair on the pillow.I stared down at her for several long moments while my sluggish brain processed this. A very old man in a wheel chair smiled kindly at her. Some expressionless, lean men flanked him. They looked as tough as Buffy's fried hamburgers. "What happened?" Willow asked. She reached for her magic, but was blocked. Somehow her powers were damped."The hour of your destiny has arrived, my dear," said the old man in a very cultured voice. It was surprisingly powerful for someone who looked like he was in his eighties. "You have been chosen to fulfill a great destiny." What do you mean?" she.