” He grabbed his friend around the waist. “Let us disrobe and fuck. And then afterwards we may contemplate the beauty of labour without the distra...tion of our lust.” “Well said, my dear Phoenictetes,” laughed Chitineus. He pulled off his chiton and handed it his slave, Dunderopolos, and stood in the street naked but for his sandals. The philosopher was a handsome man in his prime, with just a few hairs turned grey and a body kept lithe and fit from frequent sex with his slaves and peers.. She could hear him moaning & groaning loudly. She recognised that from that night years ago as Patrick masturbating. She was surprised that he still needed to do that as Patrick she noted was quite a handsome man & thought he would have no trouble finding a woman to fulfil his needs. Then a wicked thought hit her head. Not only did the sound rekindle old memories, it also rekindled feelings & trigger a reaction.She suddenly stepped out of her bed. Ever since she met George, they always enjoyed. The carousal lamp casting a light orange glow on her face. She didn’t remember why she woke up that night. She remembered the white ceiling and the images playing out inside her head. Silent images. She could not hear the ticking of the Bugs Bunny clock on the night stand, she could not hear the wheel of her hamster turning, she could not hear her own heavy breathing, and she could not hear the man screaming. The image was tinged in red. Everything was covered in the color. The man’s hands,. ”“Japanese? Well that’s great, because I love eating raw tuna.” That was like the best line I ever had.“Racist and sexist? You are a charmer aren’t you,” she said, going over to a stack of books and scanning them with a little light gun. “I’m sorry, but I’m only interested in getting troubled children to learn, even if I have to trick them into doing it with my ... assets. And I’m afraid it’s a little late for you to turn your act around.”I went around to the other side of the desk. “Look,” I.