My eyes adjusted to view the scattered clouds above, dusk was falling. I jumped up realizing I'd slept the day away in the park and I felt refreshed a...d full of energy. A breeze stirred the branches of distant trees on the hill above us.Walking across the boulders to me was Sparrow and the Count's sister. I'd know those green eyes anywhere. Lady Becket was dress in a tight fitting outfit that gave a man little doubt about what was under the cotton shirt. The curve of her hips didn't seem to fit. “Since we have some time, it’s a beautiful day and I’m sitting with a beautiful girl, you know what would make it even better? Ice cream, care to go get an ice cream first?” A hottie and a flirt, John was playing his cards right and we did have a few hours. “Sure”, I said. Next thing you know we were sitting in the sun in his car around back of the ice cream bar. The sun was melting both our cones as fast as you could lick off the melt, more would start to drip. John is looking at me with ‘that. I could compose a poem that might help the women of Rome toresist the temptation of idle men. I could relate the methods they mightuse to secure a man of their own choosing, rather than the brute predatorwhich had come to capture her. These verses might not relieve me of thecompulsion of Bacchus, but I could at least exercise my poetic gifts; itwould ease my anxiety. For the next nine months, I would have little elseto occupy my mind, apart from worry over my unborn child and over thespecter. The air was filled with the wonderful scent of hot beef stew, fresh baked bread, and scented candles making her stomach growl. She loved his cooking and looked forward a nice meal after her shot. He took her into his arms and kissed her with a deep passion as only he could. It was the kind of kiss that warmed her loins, dampened her pussy, and hardened her nipples. It was his “panty-melting, I want you naked and screaming” kiss he only gave her when he wanted to make love or fuck. Both dinner.