"I'll be right back," I said as I went to the bathroom.Once in the bathroom, I wiped his goo off my booty, and threw a towelover my shoulder to clean ...im up. I then went to the bedroom, where I gotmy digital camera. Returning to the living room, I took some pictures ofRoger, although they wouldn't be identifiable as Roger, due to the hood.Roger said nothing.I used the towel to clean up Roger's cock and the surrounding area of hiscome. "All clean now," I said."S'ok," Roger replied.I don't know. She was dancing with her fiancé, but he hadn’t noticed that, he noticed the way her red curls fell so effortlessly over her cheeks and the way her smiling eyes reflected the candlelight. He made hundreds of strange, tiny observations about the intricate details of her face, but barely remembered to ask her name. They shared uncountably many shy glances, just enough dances not to seem scandalous, and a fiery embrace in the cloakroom. She gave him an address to write to, but he never dared put. I got to a spot were not many people were I slipped out of my Bikini and layed down. I fell asleep I must of slept there for an hour or more. I got up and put back my bikini back on, I was heading back to the hotel. I slipped in to the Hotel room and saw my brother Jacking off to his computer , I rolled my eyes I was taking a step forward but then i noticed it was not porn on the computer it was me naked asleep. He must of followed me. I got a glimpse of his cock, OH MY GOD THAT IS A NICE. I had learned a minimal amount, more than Ihad realized, and he seemed satisfied with my data. But he had oneinquiry for which I had no answer."Publius," he said sharply one day during my visit, "how is your wife?"To this I could only stammer. "I divorced her, Father," I explained,"before I began my expedition to Athens." It was the best answer Icould devise, for it was the truth; when I left Rome I had been butsixteen, and my marriage then had been ill-advised. At that age I hadbeen.