" He said softly. With no response he tried again but louder. "Evelyn, there is someone to see you." He still had no response. I bent down so my mouth...was close to her ear."Eve, my darling. Can you hear me?" Her eyelids fluttered and a weak smile came to her lips. Her eyes opened."John! Oh my lovely man, you're here." I gently kissed her lips."Of course I am. How many times have I said, where you are, I am." I'm happy now, Joh..." Her voice faded as she returned to sleep, the small smile. ‘I had an idea this thing would be fast but I’ve never ridden in any truck or car like it.’ We rode on down the highway, talking and joking. I told her there was beer in the box. She leaned over and snagged us two, giving me a teasing glimpse of her pointy breasts, riding high in her open shirt. I was having a good old time and truly enjoying her company. We had about fifteen miles of county road and sixty-five mile of interstate to cover. Sue had suggested a new club that had just opened in. “Inez, are you offended by breasts?”“Not at all. I bring a reference pair everywhere I go in case I have trouble identifying them in the field.” said Inez.“See?” Simon complained. “We’re in a car full of breasts, but you want to discriminate against poor Ms. Giovanni for having them. For all the breasts we’ve seen on this trip, you’d think you would get over your anti-mammary crusade. Ever since Emily brought hers out once, she seems to have forgotten how to put them away. Even Arwen took hers. Iunius informed me that, to communicate our plansdirectly, we would both attend the Bacchic rites in December.As the third week of December neared, the ordinary bustle of businessyielded to effervescent celebration. Saturnalia was a time forcarefully licensed frankness and moderate dissipation. Slaves spokeopenly to their masters; masters served the slaves at banquet; everyonegladly threw off their togas and donned the attire of the freedman.Citizens of Rome exchanged their gifts and.