I was brought before the pit that was to be devoted. A sacrifice was to be made, the duke said, the philosopher behind him. How naïve I was not to qu...stion that statement further. I allowed myself to be mollified by the presence of several oxen. The duke praised my devotion and my piety before the gathered crowd. I must confess, I bloated with pride, and to see the looks on my friends’ faces who had so recently abandoned me to what they thought was a death sentence, ah, it was very nearly worth. Ruth had been my step-mother for 10 years and we were very close. She was always there for me and was very easy to talk with. And as I had noticed a couple of years ago, very easy to look at. Even though she wasn’t my birth mother, I knew the feelings I had for her weren’t completely right. I had seen her a couple of times half dressed, and in her 2 piece bathing suit, but never naked. I hid next to her bed and crouched down hoping to see her as she came out of the shower, but she had a towel. I am so used to having people set up my schedule and affairs that I never really took the time to notice that I am entirely alone. For all the people I know, I have nobody. Tears started to cascade down her face as Tracy sobbed. For all her effort, she felt empty now. It was Friday and she had one more full day to go before getting back to reality as she knew it. Not sure how to spend her last day, Tracy laid in her bed and slowly fell to sleep, holding her notebook, alone. Tracy. She truly believed what they told her, and it was her duty to speak for the Goddess, no matter what the cost may be.One priest warned her about feeling attracted to the same sex and explained why that could happen. Growing up with no men around her may make her project her desire for men onto another woman. She thought about what she had done with Mary and some of the other servant girls that she encountered over the years.Since becoming the queen she had encountered men that weren’t old like.