crew and followed Dayang up the beach, before
walking into town. He and most of the crew lived a little out of the main town
area.
Pricilla was
awakened, just before dawn, by the crew’s joyous chatter and the noise of the
hand-barrows rolling over the cobble stones as they passed the tavern. She
hurriedly rose and peered out the window; Vijendra and his crew had returned! She failed to notice the
woman by his side and she returned to the bed to sleep again; it was going to
be a long day and she would rise with the church bells. She began to dream
about a life one day with the White Ghost.
The distant sounds
of the church bells, high on Mount Wuriali, woke her up at 8am, so she jumped
out of bed to view her naked body. She was sixteen years old today and the
daughter of Angelo Ricardo, the owner of the largest tavern in Avilla. Pricilla
thought she was beautiful as she studied her reflection in the mirror. It
reflected the image of a young woman with creamy blemish-free skin, round firm
breasts, a narrow waist and hips that moved with a sensual promise. She was
still a virgin and she was saving herself for Vijendra, but he hardly knew she existed. She managed to run
into him as often as possible and he was always polite, but that was it. Today
would be different, because today she would sleep with him – Her birthday
present.
* * *
“We’ll pass by my
estate, so I’ll show you around there first” he said as the pirate and
Constance climbed on the seat of a horse-drawn buggy.
Vijendra’s’s treasure chest was securely tied in the back by
two of his men before he set off on the cobble stones and then onto a dirt
road. The Oak tree lined entrance to his property was lovely and the trees enhanced
the rambling white-fenced meadows. Flowering shrubs fronted the heavily-wooded,
surrounding forest where the oldest trees stood gnarled, like old men twisted
with rheumatism and age. Everything glistened with heavy dew like rain, but the
dawn hinted at a clear morning blue sky. Vijendra’s home stood proudly in a small valley, nestled between two
steep mountains. A fast flowing stream flowed down from the high forest then
down through the middle of the meadows. The buggy stopped in front of the two story
white-washed home before he helped her down and together they walked up to the
front door.
“It’s so nice to see you home safely, Mister Vijendra”
commented the plump dark-skinned woman who opened the door before he knocked.
“I see you have brought a visitor with you.”
“Yes, Lucretia. We’re on our way to the monastery; Constance
is staying there for a while. Could you prepare a couple of cocktails for us?
Also have George and Albert carry my chest up to my room” he asked.
Thirty years old, Constance Kane, sat in haughty silence
across the other side of the room. Her long dark honey-brown hair framed her
face, enhancing her pale blue eyes. She sipped daintily on her Jamaican rum and
fruit juice cocktail as she fought down the impulse to tell him exactly what
she thought.
“What’s wrong?” he enquired.
“Oh, nothing really. It’s just that…well, I’ve only just met
you and I find myself alone in your company…” she said, leaving her words
hanging.
“I am not going to touch you, if that’s what you’re thinking.
I’m just showing you my home; a place you can stay if you get sick of the nuns”
he suggested wickedly.
She felt a flood of relief when he stayed in his chair and
just smiled at her. “ He is good looking ” she thought. She felt an
overwhelming sense of shame and guilt, so she pushed the thought from her mind.
“ He’s a blood-thirsty pirate; someone I don’t want to get too close to ”
she thought, but she couldn’t deny the tingling between her thighs.
“I brought you here so you can have a bath and change your
clothes. I’m not the monster you think I am” he said softly.
He rang a small bell to call his maid. “Lucretia, escort Miss
Constance
walking into town. He and most of the crew lived a little out of the main town
area.
Pricilla was
awakened, just before dawn, by the crew’s joyous chatter and the noise of the
hand-barrows rolling over the cobble stones as they passed the tavern. She
hurriedly rose and peered out the window; Vijendra and his crew had returned! She failed to notice the
woman by his side and she returned to the bed to sleep again; it was going to
be a long day and she would rise with the church bells. She began to dream
about a life one day with the White Ghost.
The distant sounds
of the church bells, high on Mount Wuriali, woke her up at 8am, so she jumped
out of bed to view her naked body. She was sixteen years old today and the
daughter of Angelo Ricardo, the owner of the largest tavern in Avilla. Pricilla
thought she was beautiful as she studied her reflection in the mirror. It
reflected the image of a young woman with creamy blemish-free skin, round firm
breasts, a narrow waist and hips that moved with a sensual promise. She was
still a virgin and she was saving herself for Vijendra, but he hardly knew she existed. She managed to run
into him as often as possible and he was always polite, but that was it. Today
would be different, because today she would sleep with him – Her birthday
present.
* * *
“We’ll pass by my
estate, so I’ll show you around there first” he said as the pirate and
Constance climbed on the seat of a horse-drawn buggy.
Vijendra’s’s treasure chest was securely tied in the back by
two of his men before he set off on the cobble stones and then onto a dirt
road. The Oak tree lined entrance to his property was lovely and the trees enhanced
the rambling white-fenced meadows. Flowering shrubs fronted the heavily-wooded,
surrounding forest where the oldest trees stood gnarled, like old men twisted
with rheumatism and age. Everything glistened with heavy dew like rain, but the
dawn hinted at a clear morning blue sky. Vijendra’s home stood proudly in a small valley, nestled between two
steep mountains. A fast flowing stream flowed down from the high forest then
down through the middle of the meadows. The buggy stopped in front of the two story
white-washed home before he helped her down and together they walked up to the
front door.
“It’s so nice to see you home safely, Mister Vijendra”
commented the plump dark-skinned woman who opened the door before he knocked.
“I see you have brought a visitor with you.”
“Yes, Lucretia. We’re on our way to the monastery; Constance
is staying there for a while. Could you prepare a couple of cocktails for us?
Also have George and Albert carry my chest up to my room” he asked.
Thirty years old, Constance Kane, sat in haughty silence
across the other side of the room. Her long dark honey-brown hair framed her
face, enhancing her pale blue eyes. She sipped daintily on her Jamaican rum and
fruit juice cocktail as she fought down the impulse to tell him exactly what
she thought.
“What’s wrong?” he enquired.
“Oh, nothing really. It’s just that…well, I’ve only just met
you and I find myself alone in your company…” she said, leaving her words
hanging.
“I am not going to touch you, if that’s what you’re thinking.
I’m just showing you my home; a place you can stay if you get sick of the nuns”
he suggested wickedly.
She felt a flood of relief when he stayed in his chair and
just smiled at her. “ He is good looking ” she thought. She felt an
overwhelming sense of shame and guilt, so she pushed the thought from her mind.
“ He’s a blood-thirsty pirate; someone I don’t want to get too close to ”
she thought, but she couldn’t deny the tingling between her thighs.
“I brought you here so you can have a bath and change your
clothes. I’m not the monster you think I am” he said softly.
He rang a small bell to call his maid. “Lucretia, escort Miss
Constance
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