He wanted her to leave. Right now!Rybba turned to flee and tripped over a padded railing. Her hood slipped, displaying her fiery golden hair. She turn...d away and half-rose to flee again."Attende!" the priest called out, suddenly more friendly. "Ne pas bouger!" Kalos?" Rybba asked, still frightened. "Asunetos..." 'What? I don't understand... '"Ah!" the priest said, much more pleasantly. "You speak Greek!" Alla," Rybba replied, and nodded nervously. She was still backing away slowly, not knowing. ? Sir handedher the glass of wine and she drank.? TheRose` tasted like nectar, her senses were in such a heightened state and shefelt as if she were in some kind of ancient sacred ritual with her body andsubmission a sacrifice to the Gods. She looked into Sir?s eyes and saw his love and the feelingof trust and mutual understanding almost overwhelmed her and tears of joyleaked from her eyes.? He reached overand brushed them away, intuitively knowing they were not tears of sadness orpain and drew. He worked with Ms Stephanie to try to blackmailus."Don sat back in his chair, shook his head and said, "Great. Here we goagain. Jorge, don't have him fired, just yet. I'll call Hank Miller andhave him look into this creep, again, and find out what's going onbefore we do anything else. Why isn't that sonofabitch in jail?"XXXThe flight hadn't been bad, the traffic hadn't been bad and the house onthe beach in Falmouth was everything they'd hoped it would be. Theprivate road and private drive lead. I saw a whole group of young women on the beach. They looked like typical teenagers, fourteen to eighteen, just hanging out at the beach. I stopped and watched. Several of the women noticed me standing there, looked at me and went back to what they were doing.I saw one young woman, tall, not as dark as many Brazilians and very beautiful, standing quietly. I was entranced. I couldn't take my eyes from her. She didn't notice me. Every once in a while she spoke with one of the other girls. Mostly.