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words, Annachie’s smile widened.
    “She was good, eh?” the big German asked.
    “I do not kiss and tell.”
    “Ah, come on. The last matron I had was so hot for it, she
drained me dry. I couldn’t fuck for two weeks afterward. Her husband was some
shriveled up old senator and couldn’t keep her happy.”
    “Our Lord says the vow of marriage is sacred,” Micah said, “and
if you break that vow, you will burn in Hell.”
    “I was not breaking it, she was.” Rolf replied with a laugh.
“And if I go to Hell, at least all my friends will be there with me, right,
Beast?” Rolf nudged Annachie in the ribs.
    Annachie opened his eyes for the first time since the
conversation began and glared at Rolf. Then he turned to Micah. “Who is this ‘Lord’
you are always talking about?”
    “Our Lord is the one true God, the one we worship. About one
hundred years ago, He gave His only son to die for our sins.”
    “What kind of man would sacrifice His son for strangers?”
Annachie asked.
    “But we are not strangers. We are His children.”
    Annachie shook his head. “You confuse me, Micah. You say he
had only one son, yet you Christians are all his children. That does not make
sense.”
    Micah opened his mouth to respond but at that moment, Bato
called Annachie for practice. He watched the boy limp away, his twisted foot
slowing his gait, and wondered again about these people whom the Romans
persecuted so severely. They seemed to be a peaceful sect. Why then were the
Romans so afraid of them?
    * * * * *
    “Sara?”
    “Yes, Mother Sylvia?”
    “You are smiling. In the all the years you have been with
us, I have never seen you smile.”
    Sara of course could not tell the chief Vestal why she was
smiling. “I was just remembering an enjoyable time I had with my family.” She
felt slightly guilty lying to Mother Sylvia. But she felt less guilty over the
reason why she lied.
    Yet, in a way, what she had said was true—she considered
Annachie her family now. He was her husband in every way, even though the
priests had performed no ceremony. And the time she spent with him had
certainly been enjoyable. She felt the moisture pool in her womanly passage
every time she thought about it.
    Two more days and she would see him again. Two more days…and
two more even longer nights.
     
    The third night finally arrived. As soon as the cell door
was closed and locked, Sara flung herself into Annachie’s arms.
    He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He yanked up the material of her gown and bunched it at her waist. With one arm
beneath her buttocks, he reached under his tunic and grasped his hardened
shaft. He positioned it at her opening and pushed, driving himself into her
until the head of his phallus touched her womb. Sara cried out as a slight pain
took her by surprise, but before she knew what was happening, her crisis hit,
even though Annachie had hardly moved inside her. Her pleasure triggered his.
He grunted and pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. Still inside her,
he carried her the few steps to the bed. Sara wished it were farther away; each
step he took sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through her.
    When he pulled out of her, the feeling of emptiness almost
made Sara cry. But she knew the night had only just begun.
    As he sat her on the edge of the bed, Sara unclasped his
belt and removed his tunic. She could not wait to feel his flesh against hers.
She threw the rough cloth into the corner of the room, leaving him naked except
for the boar’s tusks necklace. He had worn it earlier that day when he fought
in the games. She had heard the whispered comments around her in the stands, as
the spectators marveled at the size of the tusks and wondered what the
significance of the necklace might be. She had hidden her smile, enjoying the
secret she and Annachie shared.
    He lifted her gown to her shoulders and pressed against her.
Sara quickly shrugged out of the bunched cloth and flung it