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Caroline's secret

... closely as I now allow my doctor, but before I could move, she crawled buck naked out through the tent flaps and shouted out. 'There's two teenage virgins in here, dyin' for it!' A dog barked. There was commotion. The flaps burst inwards and she scuttled back in. 'There's a bloke walking his dog. At this time in the morning! A fuckin' bloke with his dog!' Huddling together, we each held our breath. Footsteps came and went, along with accompanying sniffling and desultory whistling. When the coast was clear, we got dressed and walked to the shop. 'Here! This way!' Hand in hand, the two naked elves stole through the moonlight, their stooping shadows cut from liquid gentian velvet. Through the swaying corn. Beneath the towering trees that had not always towered. They crept across the open ground. Pittered over the drawbridge. Pattered across the courtyard. Through creaking doors; down dripping stairwells; down and down. At the end of a rough-hewn tunnel stood a simple rough-hewn door. A simple key turned its simple lock. A lucifer flared; a candle flickered. I whispered. 'She under here.' Eyes wide with wonder, lips twisted in incredulity, Alice was, for once, lost for words. One by one, I lifted the moulding rags till a porcelain face gazed up at us, its innocent eyes and unpolluted mouth in complete contrast to those of whom I had brought to see her. 'This...' Alice's whispered voice bore echoes on the glistening walls, 'this is your Secret?' I breathed deeply then nodded ...

... affirmatively. 'Yes.' Sudden raucous laughter shattered the silence. I clasped my hands to my ears. The ground shook. The castle crumbled, tumbled, turned to dust at my feet. My Secret was mangled, crushed, defaced beyond recognition. And still she laughed, still my best friend Alice Taylor laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed until she actually pissed herself. * Not long afterwards, the boy across the aisle, sleepy James Baldwin, actually did sleep with Alice. While I was still a virgin, he was tipping her into double figures. And when she had fucked him into submission, had virtually sucked the outer skin off his - surprisingly big, as it turned out - cock , she passed him onto me. Many times I returned to the circle, and many times offered myself upon its glinting alter, only to wake with the rising sun, untouched, unbroken, unmolested, my anointed cunt tight-lipped and sullen, the soles of my feet still pressed together in silent prayer: please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Tonight would be different. I was ready, more woman than I had ever been in my life; muscles, tendons and organs were tuned and honed to perfection. My glowing chestnut hair was tied in braids and woven with aromatic flowers of the meadow. Glistening in the soft light of a gibbous moon, my smooth skin, scrubbed, shaven, and oiled with exotic unctions, begged a lover's tender touch. The stones seemed to sense the inevitability; the alter felt the inexorable certainty. Tonight he would come. ...