Chapter Three
From Soup To Sex
“Look, there’s the Gypsies, over there.” Addy leaned out through the window of the carriage, pointing at the brightly painted wagons clustered at the edge of the stream. “Halloo!” she cried, waving her arm at the figures around the supper campfire.
The dark-haired woman next to her frowned, her brown eyes gleaming at her niece. “Addy, please sit down and act like a lady.”
“Oh, Aunt Caroline, I’m sure that man waving back is Stasio. Isn’t he handsome!”
“Auntie is right,” Lissa said. “Gypsies don’t like pushy women. They prefer girls who are submissive as well as sexy.”
“I wonder how big his c**k is,” Addy continued, her eyes sparkling.
“Are you going to write his measurements in your diary, too?” The mustached, middle-aged man asked.
“Why, Uncle Garric
