Stumbling out of bed, Henry walked through the labyrinth of rooms and by chance found himself in the kitchen. He emptied the last remaining drops of c...ld, stale coffee from his cup and refilled with the fresh pot that had been brewing.Carrying his daily dose of caffeine, he stepped out onto the back deck and looked out at the scene beneath him. No matter how many times he saw it, he felt a dwarfing sense of amazement. Behind the summer "cottage" that Henry and his fiancée, Julie, had. ”“Probably not. Let’s go eat!”December 8, 1994, Manly Beach, Sydney, Australia“You don’t think I will?” Michelle asked, her hands on her hips.“Well, color me shocked that you have on a bikini under those shorts and t-shirt, so at this point? I actually think you would!”We walked down onto the beach and spread our towels. I pulled off my t-shirt and shorts, exposing my boxer-style bathing trunks. Michelle pulled off her shorts and t-shirt, then with a smirk, removed her bikini top. She reached. Look at my waiting room as you go out. Then, too, men produce sperm on a fairly regular basis. How many sperm are produced in one hour differs from one man to the next, but the man having sex once a week or once a month is likely to produce as much sperm in a week or a month as he would if he were having sex once a night. That’s a simplification, but the man who raped you probably wasn’t having sex as often as the husbands of the women in the waiting room are. He probably had more sperm saved. Lucretia watches all of this in silence, her human compassion drowned by her ambition.Diona leaves disturbed and horrified. She becomes but a shell of her former self and even lashes out at her friend, Naevia. Eventually she escapes but is recaptured and condemned to die in the arena. Batiatus has a chance to give her a pardon but decided that to do so would look weak and so she is dispatched with a sword to the neck. I could not help but wonder whether Diona, had she been more of a slut, might.