<div class="floatright">(http://i34.tinypic.com/10o4t8l.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_u">Deirdre Marie VaDoma</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Dee grimaced. She hoped that she hadn't upset some vague custom or some such. With her hand still tugging her skirt to keep it above grass level she paused and looked up at the woman riding towards her. "Well to be quite frank about it, I was with a young 'gentlemen' on the country side of Port Lucie and some soldiers barged in and he was killed...so I came here seeking help."</span><br/>