muttering under my breath*
Hoooooo Boy-howdy, the little dirtball is OBSESSED with pregnant wimmen.....
must be a Wildorf Venus cultist.

I bet he likes all dome-shaped objects. Better keep him away from bulging amphoras or he might
start asking to do 'examinathions' and then we'd be in trouble!!!!

*wrinkling forehead*
I guess he didn't read that clause in the Goddess contract about 'No pregnancies while on active duty'.....*sigh* Oh, Cornellia of the 'Menny Booful Red Hairs'...the sacrifices you have made in the The Name of Duty!!! But....I've promised to keep THAT story to myself.....(even if it is only one of many in the Nekkid city......

Saayyyyyyyyyyyyy , I think I know just the demoiselle for His Dirtness.....I saw her meself
over in this month's Ancient Venus Newsletter.......broad bothomth and womanly hips (talk about
'back'....the woman could feed one of the legions on the shelf of that behind)....

*tapping my thigh I summon Rascal the Wonder Canine over from under the table where she's polishing off the last of Heraklia's bun (and despite it being Herky, the bun looks neither hot nor crossed)
oooooooooh, getting ahold of my inflamed thoughts.....I re-focus*

Rascal, ol gal, *flipping a sescerti to her which she catches neatly between her front teeth* Go out and run over to Journalius' newstand and pick me up a copy of this month's AVC newsletter....
and don't drag the pictorial in the mud on your way back. I promise you there will be a big
bone in it f'ya......

*tail wagging, Rascal speeds on out the front door*

*stroking my mustache, I whisper to Eirene as she passes*

Desperate Situations require Desperate Solutions....and I'm the Desperado to find them....
* I smile seductively, a twinkle of light glinting on my shapely incisor*

Huh? What????*responds the Radiant One. I wink roguishly at her and pick up a stray toothpick and jauntily angle it in my mouth. That Eirene, she's one helluva a conversationalist. Deep, y'know....*