That was when I saw her. She was standing about four or five feet on the other side of the water fountain. She was obviously from India, with perfec... brown skin, black hair that almost shimmered blue in the streaming sun smokey almond shaped brown eyes. She had on a crisp white button down blouse that hugged her body more intimately than a lover, and a tasteful black skirt that fell to just below her knees, from which two perfectly shaped legs appeared, mounted on at least three inch high. I decided that I needed to go for a pee before settling down for the long haul to London so I asked Luce if I could squeeze past her so she got up and I went to the loo for a piss, when I got back Luce had moved into the window seat and asked if it was ok as she wanted to try and get a bit off a sleep so I said sure that’s ok.After a few minutes Luce seemed to nod off and had relaxed to a point where her legs had opened apart 4 or 5 inches and her skirt had ridden up quite a lot as she slid. She looked surprised, ‘But there can be nothing you do not know? You are Her priest, why would She hide anything from you?’ He had said too much. Did she sense the open wound in his chest? No, her eyes would speak of it, they looked slightly curious but not concerned. ‘I do not think She hides from me,’ he said, choosing his words carefully this time, ‘but sometimes I think that we hide Her, or part of Her, from ourselves. Perhaps it is the nature of our minds to be closed to the unknown. But. I was flushed. I bit my lower lip as she took a step towards me.She placed her hands on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and shook my head. Her left hand glided down my blouse. Her hand cupped my breast, thumb making slow circles. I gasped and pressed myself against the wall.“Please…don’t…”She squeezed and I let out a moan. Desperation, so scared. I slowly looked up into her face, those liquid eyes, soft, long blonde hair…I shuddered and licked my lips.She said my name softly, “Suzy…”Trembling at.