I took his card and left. But Jonathan continued to play on my mind. I wanted to call him on my drive home but I resisted. I reached home and realized...as I got out of the car I was actually wet having erotic thoughts about Jonathan. A little drunk and now a little comforted and not scared my pussy took over. I got back in the car and drove back to the bar hoping to find Jonathan still there. I walked in and saw Jonathan at the bar with one of his friend but the ass friend of his was no where in. Needless to say, my heart began racing after a couple of minutes, and I felt closer to her too.After five grand minutes, she gently pushed my lips off hers and brought her lips over to my neck and shoulder. Even though my top, she smooched me and surely let her heart grow as well. She even took one of my hands and brought it to her crotch as she kept doing that."You're rather wet down there, Reagan." A little cheering up goes a long way, Alice."I rubbed her there for twenty seconds and had her. This took me about two minutes and she is still crying in pain. I tell I need to take you to the bed and she asked me “can’t you do it here”. I tell her “I may need to stretch your legs and she also need to relax”. She said “But I can’t walk “. I said “I will carry you”. First I get the stuff to the bedroom.I put my right arm under her right arm and put my left arm under her knees and slowly tries to lift her but she says its paining more.Then I think for a second says the only way I can think. “Why?”“I really like Jenkyns’ precis of his life.”“What does it say?”She looked. “‘A young provincial aristocrat came to Rome, fell in love with the wrong woman, was driven to put his passion into verse, and changed the literature of Europe.’”“Yes. That’s good. Where was Catullus from? Padua?”“Verona. Padua is where Petruchio goes ‘wealthily to wive.’”“Well, Verona’s another part of Shakespearean Northern Italy,” I said.A few days later, I’d straightened out Sammy’s paperwork when I got a call.