Walking around the store, looking at bananas, cucumbers, sausages and imagining the things she could do with them, looking discretely at the few men s...e met on her way, glancing at their crotches and wondering what their fantasies were, how she could please them best. All the time she managed to look like the proper, preacher's wife that she was. No one even raised an eye brow at her and some of the younger girls even looked scared as she looked at them. If only they knew what was going through. She also worked in the kitchens of the orphanage, and, if not there, then in the convent, itself.Her name, Rybba, was not well accepted among the other women, as it was a word used by the blasphemers who lived across the Tyrrhenian Sea.Rybba confessed that she did not know her real name, and that her master had named her when he took her from Pavia. When asked if she was an orphan, Rybba admitted that she believed she was, but begged the headmistress’ forgiveness for her inability to remember. She was quite the looker and seemingly, when she turned around my way, she wanted to know me as well. “Allo, what’s your name gorgeous?” She took another drink out of her glass. “Names Roger, Roger Madden and you are?” “Selena, charmed.” When she put her hand out, I kissed it lightly. Nathaniel raised an eyebrow when he handed me the drink. “Here ya’ go chum. What’s the big idea tryin’ to steal my girl?” “Who said she was yours? As I recall, the team paid for these lovely entertainers so you. " A loud baying sounded and a dark shape charged past the corner of the second house down the row."Watch this!" I whispered and I dashed out from behind the car and into the street. "Hey! Ugly! Over here!" The large shaggy head spun around towards me and I took off down the street. I stopped at the corner of the next house and looked back. The huge shape was tearing up the pavement towards me. No really... Chunks of asphalt were flying skyward as his claws shredded the pavement. Dreams are.