The Wilkins and Friends - a Home Nudity Experiment
Copyright© 2023 by Pete Fox
Chapter 22
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22 - 3rd place Best Incest Story 2023. It's 2005. A conservative American family with three daughters and a son decided to follow the advice of a new self-help book: Casual Family Nudity. What can go wrong? Soon a pastor friend and his family visit and things take a turn. Much sex. Grandparents, aunt, new friends, and a sister-in-law all join the home nudity experiment. Book 1 climaxes on a family trip to nudist resort in Florida. Book 2 is posting now. SG1 fanfiction minor plot line throughout.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Historical Military War Sharing Incest Group Sex Orgy Swinging First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Clergy Nudism
Boone - Watauga High School
Taco Tuesday
JoAnn pulled the blanket tighter around her and Brooke’s legs. In front of them on the baseball diamond, the Tuesday afternoon game was in the 6th inning of 7. Kevin had played the first four innings, he had grounded out and gotten a single, driving in a run vs Ashe County High. It was a JV game, the players honing their skills in hopes of making the varsity team. To her right, down a row on the metal bleachers on this cold windy afternoon, Doug’s mom and a sister sat bundled up, just like the rest of the supporters of both teams who had come out for the game. She’d seen Sarah Miller, Kevin’s ‘girlfriend’ in the crowd with some other freshman girls.
The Watauga Pioneers were up 5-3 over the Ashe Huskies at the top of the 6th. This game was a warm-up for the varsity game between the two schools that followed.
Brooke shivered in her heavy coat. “What’s for dinner?” she asked.
JoAnn glanced at her younger sister whose black Appalachian State knit cap was pulled down over her ears and silky blonde hair. “Taco bar,” the girls were supposed to dice up the toppings and set out the ground meat. Jenny and Lynn had dinner duty, hopefully, they hadn’t become distracted by their cousin Mia, the three girls staying warm back at the house. Kristy studying at a friend’s house until dinner time.
Brooke and her daughter Mia were in town for a doctor’s appointment in the morning. Mia was a talented high school gymnast like her mom had been and had an appointment to see a sports medicine specialist in Boone. So, the two had driven over from Asheville and were spending the night.
20 minutes later, a sharp ding from an Ashe County aluminum bat sent a ball high in the air to right field. Doug was there and caught the final out at the top of the 7th, game over. Kevin’s team was above .500 for the season heading into Easter break. Time to go home, get warm, and be naked.
After dinner, the sisters gathered in the living room, wine glasses in hand, naked, while Wheel of Fortune played quietly on the TV. On the couch, Mia had her strong athletic legs open. Kevin’s face between her thighs giving oral as the two moms gave the horny teen tips on the best techniques to help her orgasm.
“Kevin, use your tongue on that little bud at the top,” Brooke said as she placed a hand on her nephew’s head, guiding him as he licked from the bottom of Mia’s bald slit pausing on the top, mouth and tongue on Mia’s clit.
JoAnn pulled on Mia’s right leg, opening her up further. “Use a finger, gently...” she said as Kevin inserted the middle finger of his left hand to the first knuckle in Mia’s bare slit.
Mia, short, 4’11, and compact like her 5’1” mom, with pale skin and freckle-faced, pushed her curly red hair behind her ears. Her body tense as she pushed out her small, pink-tipped breasts, strong arms behind her for support. “Oh ... yes ... mommy...” she moaned. Her tight little body shook as Kevin fully committed and continued his assault on her slick pussy with his mouth and hand.
JoAnn sipped Australian white wine. Cheap from Costco but good. Watching her son with his cousin Mia, a very pretty, coppery redhead, was a beautiful sight and brought back memories long suppressed.
Kristy wandered into the living room from her bedroom. “Hi, mind if I sit?” She said picking up the March issue of Playboy off the coffee table, sexy Jessica Alba sporting a blue bikini top was on the cover. JoAnn had subscribed as a gift for Bob this past Christmas.
Watching her beautiful, naked sixteen-year-old daughter casually take a seat, JoAnn was again reminded of the mixed emotions she had when it came to revisiting family love - incest. She’d been with multiple men, all relatives, by Kristy’s age, had one pregnancy scare, and knew way more than most teens about sex and men. At eighteen, she’d walked away from her extended family’s incestuous lifestyle to go to college in Tennessee where she met Bob. In December she’d fucked her dad, only the 2nd time since she left home. Before December, the last time they’d fucked had been the week before she married Bob, seventeen years ago. Her three daughters were on the same path she and Brooke had been on. History repeating itself?
Kristy opened the magazine to a yellow sticky note near the front. “Dear Playboy...” Kristy said then read silently.
JoAnn waited. She knew what it said. The letter commented on a positive Playboy book review of Casual Family Nudity. The writer, a historian, drew attention to allegations of plagiarism. It was alleged Dr. Levenson, the author, had taken passages from a 2004 book called Sacred Bonds: Incest as Divine Pedagogy in the Ancient World, without attribution, claiming the ideas were her own.
Kevin came up for air and smiled at his mom and aunt then went back to Mia’s wet pussy. Brooke leaned over and casually kissed one of her daughter’s small hard nipples, sucking on it.
“Mom, The Dear Playboy letter alleges that Dr. Levenson took research belonging to a Dr. Hughes about ancient familial sex education practices, without attribution. Then used parts of Dr. Hughes’s book to write her book about home nudity and sex education, no credit given, just plagiarism.” Kristy paused. “Hannah says that is a big problem in her Ph.D. work, people steal ideas and research all the time.”
JoAnn “Yes, and I did some Googling and found more blog posts and articles alleging the same in recent weeks.” She added, “I bookmarked it for Caroline.” JoAnn said then changed the subject, Dr. Levenson’s plagiarism bothersome. “You feel like helping your brother?” she said with a glance at Kevin.
Kristy looked at her brother, he was cute but would never say so to his face. She’d admitted to herself she liked sex; the dam had been broken down in Florida when she gave her virginity to her dad, and she was all in now. When she didn’t get enough, she got moody. Saturday night’s ‘going away’ party for Oksana was fun. She’d been fucked by Pastor Scott and then later by Ben as they watched the movie.
“Sure.” She put down the magazine and followed her mom’s instructions, twisting her brown hair into a ponytail as she got set. On her knees behind her brother, she spit in her hand and reached under for his stiff cock she began to stroke him. Not as big as her dad’s, but he fit nicely in her fist.
Jenny and Lynn, hearing all the commotion, wandered into the room, taking a seat at the end of the couch. Long brown hair and curly blonde, Jenny had more up-top little perky bobbies than flat-chested Lynn. Watching Mia and Kevin, the two pubescent teens opened their legs and began to finger themselves as Vanna continued to flip vowels on the TV.
“Kristy, rim your brother,” JoAnn ordered after watching Kristy jerk on her brother for a couple of minutes. A new form of ass play Kristy had been introduced to at the Sinclair’s last swinger party. “He took a shower when he got home so should be clean down there.”
Brooke gave JoAnn the eyebrow lift look ‘really’? Kristy paused, bent over, hand on her brother’s cock.
At the Sinclair swinger party. Kristy had stumbled across Grace Sinclair and Grandpa Jim later in the night after the first couple of rounds of drinking and fucking. Grace had been bent over licking her grandpa’s asshole and using a finger on him, Jim smiling. Drunk, her body sticky with sweat and cum, she sat down next to them. Next thing she knew she was licking Grace’s puckered asshole and being told what to do by Paul, her husband, as he took an interest in her sixteen-year-old butt. Licking and having her ass licked had felt weird at first even disgusting. Since then, Mom, Jim, and Donna gathered the family, Oksana included, and had given a lesson, receiving disgusted looks from all, at first.
“Sure, Mom,” Kristy took a deep breath and then kissed around his puckered star, his hips jerked, when her pink tongue circled the sensitive nerve endings. She kept up the pressure on her brother’s cock, precum mixing with her spit, the point was to not make him cum. She had power, and felt in control, moist between her thighs, she spit on Kevin’s star, then used a finger to probe.
Seeing her kids in this state of sexual arousal was a very powerful aphrodisiac. JoAnn set her empty glass on the table and copied her sister, leaning in she kissed Mia on the lips, forcing open her mouth the two swapped spit as her free hand teased her delicate pert pink tipped breasts.
Primed, Kevin stood up, as Kristy sat back, stretched his jaw, and said what he wanted. “Aunt Brooke would you suck my cock.” His voice breaking as his 5-inch stiffy wobbled in front of his aunt’s face.
JoAnn put a hand to her mouth stifling a laugh. She’d taught Kevin to say what he wanted, and he did. Brooke glanced at JoAnn then not missing a beat put her mouth on his boy penis and sucked like only a woman with years of experience could, going deep to his root with her lips, one hand on his balls, sucking until his eyes began to roll back in his head and he stepped back with a sloppy pop. Boy cock as hard a rail spike. Mia was waiting for him on the carpet.
On the carpeted floor, legs bent, her cousin Kevin dropped down between Mia’s strong thighs. His stiff wet cock wobbled in its patch of dark pubes. He pressed the tip against her tight slit; her chest rose as his hips pushed his cock in and out and didn’t stop. Kristy came and sat her hairy pussy on Mia’s face. Jenny and Lynn now on either side, alternated fondling Kristy’s round, pink-tipped breasts and kissing their brother’s boy nips.
Watching all this, her son’s cock sliding in and out of his cousin Mia’s bald pussy, Kristy rocking her hips on Mia’s face, cheeks flush, moaning. JoAnn and Brooke cuddled on the couch, fingering each other as their children played. “Dad misses you. So does Mom.” Brooke said eyes on JoAnn’s face. Conveying a message, she was no doubt asked to deliver.
JoAnn continued to watch their kids on the floor. “Sorry, just no time. With Bob gone, I’m barely keeping up.” She said truthfully. She didn’t mention her father-in-law Jim who came up to help out and serviced any need she had for adult male company, with his nice big cock after a day of honey-do chores. Her dad, the old pervert, had taken an interest in Jenny. Until Bob popped her cherry, her dad would have to keep his hands off.
“I understand. Mom told me to let you know you and the kids are welcome anytime.” Brooke said.
JoAnn nodded then kissed her sister on the mouth, shutting her up. “I have a new strap-on if you’d like to try it,” she said after the long passionate sister kiss. Brooke just nodded as JoAnn reached for the strategically placed wicker basket of adult toys and lube.
Mia had stamina, she worked Kevin and herself into a big time sweat. It was a beautiful sight to behold for both moms.
Just another Tuesday night at the Wilkins’s house.
Greece -Thessaloniki
Wolf Ears
Bob lay on the queen-sized hotel bed in a pair of new boxer shorts, a paperback book open on his belly. The blue Aegean Sea spread out in front of him through two big windows, in their corner hotel suite. He’d picked up a copy of Vince Flynn’s latest Mitch Rapp thriller, Consent to Kill at the PX before flying out of Baghdad International Airport on Sunday.
He liked the Mitch Rapp character; he was a CIA spy and a warrior, the fictional Rapp often operated in ethical gray zones, like Bob felt he was doing with his life of late. Often Rapp’s options were no-win, no-good choices, no matter what the choice he made someone would lose or die. Bob increasingly felt his life was like ‘holding a wolf by the ears,’ as Thomas Jefferson was reported to have written two hundred years ago and was still a valid metaphor. His life had become a series of dangerous choices with no easy way out. The home nudity choice, followed by the incestuous sex, volunteering to go to war, and the open relationship with his wife, presented many dilemmas and life could easily come crashing down if they were not careful.
In the 5-star hotel’s bathroom, the blow dryer kicked on. Through the open door, Monica stood with a towel wrapped around her middle, drying her blonde hair.
They’d moved to the big 5-star hotel next to the sea last night from a small CIA apartment, where they had access to guns, radios, and other tools of the spy business. They’d delivered the Turkish woman Aylin safely to her mother’s home in Polykastro, an hour’s drive north from Thessaloniki. Northern Greece was a blend of Greek and Turkish nationalities where she could lay low for a while with all the money the Agency paid her. While Monica was inside, Bob had stayed outside in the rental car, Glock 19 on his hip, a double cappuccino in hand watching the street. Aylin had tossed him some looks and flirted with him, but even he knew better. Now they had the rest of the week to themselves until Bob had to be back in Iraq from ‘medical leave’ on Sunday.
He was staring out at the blue sea, book resting on his chest, the morning sun glinting on the water, thinking his family would like it here when he heard a knock on the door.
“Did you order room service?” he asked his sister, who was sitting on the toilet.
“Just answer it. I told her you got hurt and we flew here together to rest for a few days. I was in Baghdad for work, the software company.” Monica said as she stood.
Looking through the peephole he saw big sunglasses and dark hair covered by a floppy hat. She didn’t look threatening. He smiled.
Soon Liv was standing in the room taking off her coat and looking around admiring the view out the windows. Bob was brewing her a cup of instant coffee. Monica sat on the couch, naked, a bath towel under her ass as she started up her laptop a long blue modem cable plugged into the phone jack.
“Monica texted me and said you got hurt and were given leave for a week. Invited me to come surprise you.” Liv was smiling her big white smile as she sat on the edge of the bed pulling off her shoes.
He looked at Monica who grinned at her big brother, evidently pleased with herself.
“So, I told my husband I had to fly to Munich, reshoots for a project. He said he could take care of our daughter, with the help of our pretty nanny, of course. Now show me,” she said motioning to his leg.
Bob did, he pushed down his boxers and showed her the hard-on he’d had since she hugged and kissed him coming through the door.
“Not that! He looks, healthy, and I missed him,” she teased, as she unbuttoned her blouse revealing a black lacy bra.
He moved closer and showed her the scar on the back of his right calf. “Nice scar.” Liv touched his cock then announced. “I need to freshen up. Then let’s go down for breakfast, the hotel café looks out over the promenade.” She slipped off her pants, took a toiletry bag from her small carry-on suitcase, and walked into the bathroom, “I have three days, let’s not waste them.” Liv didn’t shut the door.
They spent the latter part of the afternoon in the suite, in bed. Bob had joined Liv in the shower, big enough for two. He took great pleasure in washing her tall, beautiful body. No longer breastfeeding, that was fine. Pressed against the tile wall he fucked her from behind as the water washed over them. Quick and hard, her lithe body shook as she called his name. Then they ate in the café, a long lazy breakfast full of stories and laughter that turned into lunch. The staff quietly acknowledged their famous guest, then left them alone. The sea was blue and gorgeous, ships and boats moving slowly in and out of a port that predated Christ by 300 years.
Full, they took a long walk along the waterfront promenade. Down to the White Tower then they circled back this time on a busy shopping street. The girls were chatty poking their heads in little boutique shops, paying in cash, and handing Bob their bags. Liv kept her hair and eyes covered. Her dark hair, and chic dress, allowed her to blend in seamlessly in Thessaloniki, a city renowned for its fashion and elegantly dressed women. They made it back to the hotel by late afternoon, everyone in a very good mood, ready to relax together.
On the bed, Bob lay between his sister’s open legs, back resting against her chest, her fingers massaging his temples. He held a glass of Chianti sipping and sharing. Liv lay on her side, her head down by his feet massaging his injured calf. Sore from the walk, so he said. He ran a hand along a leg enjoying the feel of her smooth pale skin. Liv was a stunner, with those lush lips, blue eyes, and her long dark brown hair in a neat ponytail. Monica was talking about things that happened when she was seventeen. An open bottle of expensive Italian Chianti purchased on their walk sat on the bedside table.
“ ... my dad and I did it. With my mom watching, in Grace and Paul’s bed.” Monica took a breath.
Bob had heard most of the story. Liv had not. “So, wow, all that happened after we met that summer.” she said, “I was raised as an only child and didn’t really have a relationship with my biological dad or a big family. I have a half-sister Mia, same father, we went topless in France once or twice as teenagers.” Liv’s voice wistful. “Mostly just me and my mom going to nudist camps like the one we met at.”
Bob picked up on her tone. “You wish you could have been with family?” he asked without saying incest, the word still came hard.
Liv sat up. “A friend of mine teaches at Oxford, we’re the same age but she has a Ph.D. She wrote a book about incest in ancient Egypt.” she said, “Eleanor and I often talk about families, like yours, we see the good and she has plenty of examples dating back millennia.”
Monica dropped her hands down his chest. Her head next to his. “That’s interesting. Is there a way we can help?” Bob’s cock was stirring with all the touching and talk of sex.
The girls smelled delicious, floral scents of rose and peony on their pulse points and breasts teased him. Liv who was the face of a French perfume had brought travel-size bottles of Very Irresistible Givenchy Sensual Eau de Parfum, the two used the scent liberally.
A moment of silence as Liv sat up on her knees so she could look at them both. “I would like to watch you two.” Her left hand trailing along his thigh to his cock.
“We can do that. But I want you right here on the bed.” Monica answered her warm breath next to his cheek.
Bob was watching his lover. He thought he understood her somewhat. She was holding back, he thought.
“Come on Liv. You’ve seen families have sex. You’ve seen ours. Tell us what you really want.” He reached for one of her hands. She glanced out the window at the sea.
“Don’t be offended, please. Eleanor’s book set the idea in my head. Brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters having children, together.”
He felt the beat of his heart increase pushing blood to places like his face and cock. Monica pressed her breasts against his back.
“What are you asking?” Monica said taking the wine glass from Bob.
Liv started to apologize, “I might have said too much. A fantasy really.”
He felt Monica tighten her arms around him as she drank the last of the wine in the glass before speaking.
“Truth. I’ve thought about it. My work has been my focus and now I’m nearly thirty-five, no boyfriend, no men in my life I want to settle down with. So yes, I’ve thought about it.”
Bob was trying to wrap his mind around his sister’s confession. “Me, or Dad, or Chris, really?” he said, knowing Chris was not a possibility unless there was another family secret he didn’t know yet.
“I can see the idea excites you,” Liv said as his cock climbed higher, a little precum on the tip as certain fantasies were suddenly banging around inside his head. If he had a child with Monica what if he did the same with Kristy or the twins or one of his cute nieces? Wolf Ears, trouble, but his cock gave him away.
“Bob, you have to ask?” Monica put the glass next to the nearly empty bottle. Pulling him close, “Imagine I’m not on birth control. This is our sister Liv, she wants a baby too.”
He lay back as Liv suggested a circle. Monica took his cock in her hand and then mouth. Her breasts dangling, he palmed one. “Let’s make a baby.” He said, playing the game, or was it?
Liv positioned her face under Monica’s hips preparing her pussy, pink tongue snaking out into her folds. They really needed a fourth person to complete the circle, Liv was tall, so he just kissed her legs.
He made love to his sister in the traditional missionary position. Liv kneeling next to them. Monica wrapped her legs around his hips as he pressed 7 inches of hard cock inside her. They kissed and he touched her firm breasts. Liv slipped behind him to kiss and lick his hairy nut sack. A nice little trick. They fucked like they had back in Iraq and last night in this same bed, vigorously. The discussion of making a baby added a level of perversion to the moment the three readily took to.
He was so spun up he had to hold back, lest he cum too soon. Monica was slick and tight, and he did his best to exercise restraint to not come right now, and shoot his load, savoring the moment. Squeezing her full breasts, kissing her, watching her eyes as sweat beaded on her brow.
“Bob, imagine your seed in Monica, making her pregnant.” Liv purred. “Or maybe you’re thinking of Kristy.”
He lost it as an image of his daughter’s pregnant belly appeared in his head. Liv French kissed him as he came in Monica, his semen pulsing deep inside her, collapsing on top of his sister. Brother and sister kissed, drenched in sweat.
They didn’t let him rest for long. “Make a baby in me, brother!” Liv said her voice urgent, naughty. They’d finished the bottle of wine and Monica was again sucking him hard. This time his ‘sister Liv’ received his load of cum in the doggy position. The three of them watched the sun set over the Northern Aegean, as he pounded away, Liv’s ass jiggling. Porcelain skin, she was no China doll, pushing her ass back, yelling at him to make a baby, he gripped her ponytail until his cum ran down her legs with her juices. At the same time, Monica lay on her back, face under Liv pulling at her breasts, sucking at one dark nipple then the other, pinching and squeezing: Liv’s moans of pleasure and pain indistinguishable.
Dinner was at a seafood restaurant located in the resort hotel, sitting on the terrace after dark. Satisfied, happy, and now hungry they laid off the wine choosing liquor and cocktails while they waited for their entrees. The staff were extra attentive, with Liv sitting at one of their tables.
Monica lifted her glass, Sex on the Beach. Bob, Ouzo on the rocks, and Liv, Ouzo Lemonade, joined her. “To our new sister and making babies.” She said grinning. The three tapped glasses in agreement and drank.
Bob didn’t say it aloud, in his heart he knew if he’d made either woman pregnant, though not likely, he would have no regrets. The two smelled irresistible and looked beautiful in their newly purchased dresses, low cut, and chic, he was a lucky man. He signaled to the waiter for another Ouzo on the rocks.
Liv lightened the mood. “You wanted to hear about what it was really like down in New Zealand on set. Let me tell you...” she said taking a bread stick and pointing as she started to playfully mimic her former director.
Tonight, Bob felt as if he were in his version of heaven. Returning to war loomed, he was ready to head back. For three more nights, he would push away the uncomfortable feeling he was holding on too tight to the wolf’s ears and enjoy the company of his ‘two beautiful sisters.’ Liv had suggested chartering a boat tomorrow and taking a cruise. A fine idea.
The Vatican
Bull of Heaven
Hannah knelt in front of a large wooden desk in the ornate high-ceiling library, covered head slightly bowed. Behind the desk, an elderly man wearing the Fisherman’s Ring on the right finger of his right hand made the Sign of the Cross.
“May Almighty God have mercy on you, forgive you your sins, and bring you to everlasting life. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen,” the Pope said, hand outstretched.
“Amen,” she said in unison with Samantha Carter, who knelt to her left in a conservative blue suit, mirroring Hannah’s attire for the unusual early morning audience.
He came out from behind the desk, his long ankle-length white cassock, immaculate and tailored, a simple gold pectoral cross on his chest, a white sash with gold tassels around his waist. The Holy Father stopped in front of Hannah, briefly placing a hand on her head then moving to Samantha, doing the same, before taking a seat in an ornate padded armchair embroidered with the Papal coat of arms.
Hannah, a Protestant, felt a strange sense of peace and forgiveness, a weight lifted. “Thank you, Father.” She said automatically.
The Pope looked to the nun standing quietly nearby, their escort from the archives. “We’re secure, we can talk freely, Your Holiness.” Sister Marina advised. “I’ll serve coffee.” Sister Marina, in an ankle-length black dress and veil, moved quietly to the coffee service on a side table.
A dignified-looking heavyset Cardinal, a scarlet zucchetto on his head, his tailored black cassock edged with scarlet piping, a scarlet sash at his waist, moved from the desk where he had stood quietly in the shadow of the Holy Father, to stand next to the Pope’s chair a leather folio open in his hands, ready to take notes.
Samantha and Hannah took seats in chairs placed behind them, facing the Pope, and waited. Once they had cups of coffee in hand, he spoke. The setting suddenly felt less formal in the early morning before dawn as they drank coffee with one of the most powerful men in the world.
“Colonel Carter, now that you have the artifact. Tell me of your plans for using The Bull of Heaven against the Ori?” he asked before taking a sip of coffee.
Hannah looked on, not touching her coffee in its fine white China cup on her lap emblazoned with crossed gold keys. His gold pectoral cross winking at her in the lamplight. Twenty-four hours ago, this was the last place she thought she would be when she boarded a plane to Rome. And who was the Ori?
Hannah lay on her back in the darkness, eyes open, city light filtering in from behind the thick curtains, Rome never sleeps, her body was still on North Carolina time. Why was she here? She had been delivered from the airport by private car to this beautiful boutique hotel, Residenza Paolo VI, sharing the walls of the venerated Augustinian order. From the Jr. Suite’s large window, they had a magnificent view of the Basilica of Saint Peter. As she lay naked under the comforter on the king-sized bed, she listened to the others for the sounds of sleep. Next to her, in the middle of the bed Dr. Henry Jones IV, her mentor, snoozed his left hand resting on her thigh. Samantha slept next to him her breathing deep, familiar.
Samantha had called out of the blue and told her to pack a bag for a few days in Italy, and head to the airport, immediately. A reservation had been made in her name. With a first-class ticket in hand, she boarded a non-stop United flight and arrived late in the morning the next day in Rome. After the events in Athens and the silence that followed, Hannah had been happy to hear her lover-boss’s voice but there was little time to catch up. Sam explained she was catching a flight to Rome and would see her there.
She met Samantha and Dr. Jones at the hotel near the Vatican; they had a Jr. Suite with a big bed. Her mentor had still been in Greece, teaching assistants like Hannah and Tess covering his three classes at UNC. No sign of the twit wife Angela. The three took a pleasant 15-minute walk to a Papal tailor, est. 1798 its sign read. An hour later they had each been measured for new suits, off the rack. Hand tailored, adjusting for Hannah’s large chest and Rubenesque hips, Samatha’s athletic legs and shoulders, conservative skirt suits for the women; long-sleeved, below-the-knee, in dark Italian wool. A black wool suit for Dr. Jones of the finest quality, left him looking like a priest. The new clothing to be delivered in the evening, all very professional. They were not far from the Pantheon and decided to have a look at the engineering marvel and buy dress shoes, before returning for an early dinner on the hotel’s rear terrace.
Samantha was guarded in answering her questions about what had happened since the orgy in Athens and where she had gone with Dr. Jackson. They had been away and had located Ishtar. They were visiting the Vatican archives in order to retrieve an artifact dating back to the age of Gilgamesh. They were waiting for a call. Be patient. While they waited, they had a fantastic Italian dinner with wine on the hotel’s terrace overlooking St. Peter’s Basilica, the conversation fascinating as they debated some of the lesser-known aspects of early Christian history. Around 10 pm they’d gone to bed, their new suits hanging in the closet. No sex, they didn’t know when the call would come.