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Caroline's secret

... incline. There! At the summit. Silhouetted against a pewter sky. The stone circle. Within the towering sentinel stones, and precisely at the circle's centre, the polished crystal alter glowed in the gathering twilight. Leaping from the rearing, snorting creature, I became one again with the slowly spinning Earth, my dainty feet barely making a sound. I stepped between the massive stones as the last rays of sun stretched their giant shadows onto the beaten grass and beyond, and filled the massive gemstone with amber. Impossibly pure, impossibly perfect, the single biggest diamond in creation had been cut to perfection, the myriad facets of its elegant circumference miraculously symmetrical. I paused within that sacred place for timeless moments of wondrous reflection then filled my quivering chest to bursting and yelled. 'King of the Diamond! I am here! I am ready for you. Take me! Make me your woman.' I clambered onto the iridescent rock. The smooth cold crystal pressed into my buttocks, accepted my shoulder blades, welcomed the soles of my high-arched feet. Elbows akimbo, I relaxed, allowed my head to recline on its priceless pillow. Knees fell apart. Blood-red as a cleaved joint, my moistened cunt gaped open, Invading fingers helped stretch it wider, till the cool evening air chilled my boiling innards. Again I called. 'King! My king! Keeper of my Secret! I am here. I am yours. Take me! Spill my blood on this sacred rock. Make me your queen!' An owl screeched. A mouse ...

... scurried to safety. The dew cut tiny jewels and set them in my hair. High above me, stars began to twinkle. Constellations cartwheeled. And still he did not come. His smile was dismissive. His words empty. 'You're the one who's been great, Caroline. Thank you. Now then, who's next. Erm... ' He perused his clipboard, crossed me out then stroked the list of leavers with his signature gold cartridge pen, all the while shaking his lovely head in amused confusion. These were the last words I would ever say to him. 'It's Alice, Sir. She's wwwwwaiting outside.' His eyes barely brightened, his pupils barely dilated, but it was enough. Enough to tell me he would never look at a girl such as me when a post-pubescent porn queen like Alice 'Tits' Taylor was waiting in the wings, her blouse-bulging, her hemline barely below her bikini line. The dirty girl somehow wore standard school uniform as if she were a whore in a St. Trinians-themed brothel. 'Okay. Send her in.' * Alice and I were an odd couple. Though born within days of each other and under the same star sign, we were as different as sharks and sheep. She was brash, loud, petulant, and rude, whereas I was not. She was curvy, confident, soft, and sensuous. Again, I was not. She was experienced, an experimenter, a smoker and a drinker. And I was none of the above. She was wanton, womanly, wise, and wonderful. Aggressive. Fearless. Thoughtless. Shameless. I was... I was wooden, hesitant, frightened. Skinny, spotty, sweaty. Awkward, ...