The tall, thin priestess of the Perth churches, had been his choice for Head Priestess. She had mesmerised him with her sparkling eyes, wide smile and perfect teeth the moment she introduced herself to him. He wooed her for months until she finally decided it was time to bed him. From that day she held the Perth Revelationist congregation under siege. By controlling the general she controlled the Western Australian church, and The Black Widow wielded her power with an iron fist.
“Darling, please, why don't you call me 'Ethan' when we're alone like this? It makes me feel, sort of…” he searched for words. “I feel abandoned and n***d if I think you don't like me.” He lay on the opulent king-size bed in his y-briefs as the 'Freemantle Doctor', Perth's cool, afternoon sea-breeze, blew in throu
