“Why?”“I really like Jenkyns’ precis of his life.”“What does it say?”She looked. “‘A young provincial aristocrat came to Rome, fell ...n 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. Agreeing with Maggie’s opinion. Sure that was logical. I’ve gone out with guys before. Just nobody I really cared about, and we really never did anything. Speaking in baseball terms, I hadn’t gone past first. Not that it really bothered me. I’ve never been one of those girls who went around bragging about how far they’d gone and with who. It was never that important to me I guess. After reading the chapter as many times as I could take, I glanced up at the clock. I decided I’d go a few minutes. I stand and she grabs me pulling me into a kiss. I again am dumbstruck and have to be jarred out of my trance by Amber guiding my hand to the one breast that John is not suckling on. Her moans increase with the passion of her kiss. Amber breaks our kiss to return to John’s waiting mouth. I take this chance to unsnap her bra and drop it to the floor. Now gone is the timidity and all I want is to feel everything more and more. I cup her breasts rolling her nipples in between my fingers. I’m not. Your friend, Sarah, is about to tell that weird story. “It happened in a little village, so the timing is a little fuzzy due to the lack of people able to actually write the story down, but they think it was nearly 1,300 years ago.”“If they didn’t write down the story, then how do you know it?” you ask, well the past you.“Shut up, Holly. It was an oral history, something like this and you’re going to tell everyone,” she quips back.“You’d know all about oral,” Jen says, while miming sucking a.