Tabor. I’m Ivory Tabor. I was, anyway...” Ivory was starting to pay attention to herself, moving her arms around as she tried to see what she look...d like. “Oh, god. I’m a new person. My skin doesn’t look like this...”Laurie grinned and began to dry the newborn hybrid’s arm while the girl held it up and stared at it. “Well, ‘Ivory’ ... This is what you look like, now. You hijacked a hybrid – the body of a goddess. And ... I imagine you are going to have several visitors very soon, wanting to. I felt so in love with Him – I trusted him with my very life – I was completely ready to give myself over mind, body and soul. With his fingers burying themselves in my hair on the back of my neck and shoulders, he finally kissed me. I lost myself there. Any notions I had of coming into town for the weekend and leaving my own person again were completely gone. He repeatedly told me I was His. That I belonged to Him and Him alone. I never protested it, but I didn’t truly believe it until this. The amount of silver Michael had usually transported was small, so I had hoped that there wouldn't be a reception party.Luckily the warehouse was empty except for a shiny black car. We loaded up in Michael's Model A Sedan and looked for a clue to tell us where we were. Using a map found in the glove box, we found Michael's house in the French Quarter in only a short while. His keys let us into his house and found his housekeeper/slave, Yvonne.I had Bert tie her up and put her into her rooms. They still wore their habits then, complete with wimples.The first morning I was there, after breakfast sister Bridgette came in with a washbasin and washcloth and said I was getting a bath in bed. Now she was hardly out of her teens, wore the white wimple of a novice, and had green eyes, traces of red hair peeking out of her headgear, and a delightful Irish brogue.She efficiently soaped and rinsed my face, arms, legs and torso, all the time chattering about her life in Ireland before coming.