Stavanger Bay There's talk goin round this town, keep it down now

Oooh, that felt nice.  Rosalyn allowed Erzulie's preening to spoil her, closing her eyes and simply enjoying it.  And when she stopped, they let the silence stretch, without any air of awkwardness to it.  Until her companion broke it again, with words unfamiliar.

She did not know what the name meant, but she was sure it could not be as bad as half of those she'd been assigned (and doubted it to be negative at all).  So she let it pass as a curiosity, answering rather than asking.  "Surprisingly, nothing." Others had taken, but the ocean had spared her.  "She could have had me, once.  But the waves threw me back."  Rosalyn smiled.  "Maybe she found me lacking. I somehow can't be sorry for that."