" You'll have to tell me when you find out." He laughed. "Now, does BEES still have the nonsense about number of course credits and number of years?" ...Yes." And you're seeing Adam on Thursday?" Yes." Okay. Here's what we're going to do. I'll write you a note. You have him sign it on Thursday and then drop it in the BEES office. Make certain you get two copies after he signs. One's for me, t'other's for your records."He took a piece of Museum letterhead from a drawer and wrote a bit. Signed it,. Then I went up to him and asked him the fare. With some surprise, he gave a price and I took the bit of change in my shorts and gave it to him. It wasn’t enough as I had hoped. “Spread your legs, I’ll pay the rest,” I said, licking my lips.The driver stumbled on his seat and looked around, the light of the street was bright and if a car went by we would definitely be seen but I didn’t care. I opened up his zipper, pulled down his underwear and a strong tangy scent met me along with its. Lucan Metellus Janius, the master of the gladiators, though, was Lucius’s principle client and when he said he needed the shields today, he meant he would have the shields that day. More than needing to deliver the shields, though, Lucius needed to receive pay for them. He had spent the previous month expending nearly all of the materials he had on hand to meet his share of the armaments order for the army leaving for Spain—but serving the demands of the army did not come with immediate payment. In the sixties, girls made men wait. But this was different. They had already been Rob and Laura for three months. So it wasn’t really bravery, it was this demanding need to know what Rob and Laura had, to have it for real. She was twenty-three and she knew two things: if she did it she’d regret it, but if she didn’t do it she’d regret that even more. That first time, oh, it was good. All the kisses, touches, soft affectionate words Rob and Laura would’ve had, and then the crossing of the line..