Ambika had warned me that a red skirt would be dangerous for me and that blue skirts would be safe. Something had gone wrong. Ambika and the ‘safe�... blue-skirted priestesses had been captured. I was in real trouble. Unless Lisa and Serena could find and release the King, no one would rescue me and my four allies.“Prince Harold, perhaps I should introduce myself,” my captor said. “Although I have been a priestess of the Goddess, actually I serve another Goddess, not yours. I am the Priestess of. It was summer and all my friends were out of town. I was watching TV when my cell rang. It was Mrs Sellars from next door. She was 28 and beautiful. I hadn't had sexual feelings for women before and was still a virgin 'both' way, having had a few boyfriends. She told me that she needed a babysitter for her two year old, who was already in bed. Diane, that's what she insisted I called her, was a divorcee, and was going out on a date and told me that she might be out late. I told her I'd clear it. Before she heard his voice, she felt his heat as he stepped up behind her. The warmth of his palms covered her shoulders, sliding downward to encircle her body. ‘I know what it sounds like, Sweetheart. I’d give anything if it weren’t true.’ His lips stroked her ear as he spoke, a caress that sent shivers down her spine. It took all her strength to pull away when all she wanted to do was melt against him. ‘Is it true, Niko?’ she asked as she turned to face him. ‘You’re not crazy, are you?’. You will not run or scream. You will stay here, and continue acting like this is nothing more than any other night with any other person. Her breathing was still quick, but he let go of her hands and removed the arm from the back of her neck. He continued to pin her down by straddling her, but he was showing her some mercy. She brought her arms down from above her head, her head turned, but still refused to look at him. He reached up to wipe a tear from her cheek, and she flinched. Shh, its ok..