4. There
was a narrow opening between a row of cypress trees which had been trimmed down
to form bushes. Lucia and J. slipped
though into a narrow area, surrounded by pine boughs in the shape of an oval;
up above was a cobalt sky. There was up ended crate, and Lucia sat and pulled down her Capri pants and then her
panties. J. ran his fingers through the
light floss of her mound, and then worked further down, around her folds and
creases. Her breathed was deep, but
she did not utter a word.
After
a while the wetness between Lucia’s legs cooled and she pulled up her panties
and then her Capri pants. When they
emerged from the stand of cypresses a crescent moon had arisen over the
horizon, just beyond the old Appian Way. It looked like a sickle with a broken handle.
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