Fuck it... let Barb figure it out...
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...it is not my problem....
Are that THTs thoughts or your wish?View attachment 513379 Tree tries to stay out of these kind of things
Secret Keeper
Executioner
Does Optio get it in the groin again? 
For my? Why! It's was only a innocent question.
Sorry, Barb, I borrowed a few demerits....
Does Optio get it in the groin again?
That was Lucretius. I wouldn't dare try it with the Optio
Innocence is no guarantee. I have learned that here
Oh yes. I remind me now also. Long not had demerits. I will carrying brave.
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Nice try, Barb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!View attachment 513379 Tree tries to stay out of these kind of things
He tries to appear like he is ... until he finds a way .............................. THEN LEGS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I like these Vegas guys...
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Upside down cake?
Sugar cane?
Or something totally unrelated?
Touch my feet before you go, darling!
And just walk away...........................................
Honestly Barb ... I just do these things!
Abstract?????????????
Honestly Barb ... I just do these things!
Abstract?????????????
It's what makes you so abstractly loveable, Siss
Opening song has a line "the boys in the back row... oh, oh... at the midnight picture show..."Upside down cake?
Sugar cane?
Or something totally unrelated?
Touch my feet before you go, darling!
And just walk away...........................................
Honestly Barb ... I just do these things!
Abstract?????????????
I saw it in 1975... It was before everyone danced around but the whole theater (and the spotlight) shined on me while my roommate pointed at me. I got back at him but that is another story for another younger time....
T
The odds of escaping are not encouraging
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Is it "touch my cheek"???Upside down cake?
Sugar cane?
Or something totally unrelated?
Touch my feet before you go, darling!
And just walk away...........................................
Honestly Barb ... I just do these things!
Abstract?????????????
4.
The Optio's veiled reference to decimation has its desired affect. I can tell by the wide-eyed, open-mouth way that Lucretius and Markus look at one another. Moments later they spring into action.
"Hurry!" shouts Markus, pointing at me. "Let's start by getting this one nailed to the wood!"
"Righto!" enthuses Lucretius as he gathers up rope and hammer. He rushes toward me, but momentarily distracted by a shrieking young woman being raised on the cross next to ours, he trips over his own feet and takes an inglorious tumble that lands him in the muddy ditch bottom.
"Damn fools!" groans the Optio from the roadside.
I look at the girl sitting next to me, who appears to be stifling a smirk. She has spirit, I conclude and roll my eyes in return. We are in this together!
Lucretius, however, recovers faster than I might have anticipated. I gasp as a muddy paw firmly grips my arm from behind and drags me to my feet.
"Let's go," he hisses, propelling me towards Markus and the waiting cross.
Markus catches me as I stumble forward, deftly spins me about and uses a knife to sever the cord that binds my wrists behind my back.
A fist in the stomach follows, bringing me to my knees gasping for air. Then they have me lying flat on my back against the hard timbered shank of the cross.
Kneeling on either side of me they forcibly extend my arms out along the crossbeam. Two more legionaries appear overhead, ready to assist. Ropes are woven with practiced efficiency through my fingers and thumbs, around my hands and then around the crossbeam wood ... and tightly knotted there so as to hold my hands and wrists in place.
I curse them. Lucretius laughs and straddles me, using his knees to hold my shoulders in place. His foul breath assaults my flared nostrils. Panic stricken, I shake my head from side to side. Mud drips from his forehead as he holds me down, spattering on my chin, neck and mounded breasts.
Rushing around, Markus pushes one of the helping legionaries aside and squats near my right hand. He grips a rusty iron spike in one hand and a hammer in the other. With a look of intense concentration, he moves the point of the spike about on my wrist, searching for the right spot.
I continue to curse. I kick ineffectually with my my legs and feet.
But then I catch sight of her. She still sits in the same place, watching. There is something calming about her gaze ... almost as though we are soulmates ... known one another forever.
I lock eyes with hers and stop my struggling.
The point of the spike is pressed home, pricking my skin.
"This is it," I think, taking a deep breath and maintaining the mesmerizing lock of my eyes on hers.
I sense movement ... and then ...
TO BE CONTINUED
The Optio's veiled reference to decimation has its desired affect. I can tell by the wide-eyed, open-mouth way that Lucretius and Markus look at one another. Moments later they spring into action.
"Hurry!" shouts Markus, pointing at me. "Let's start by getting this one nailed to the wood!"
"Righto!" enthuses Lucretius as he gathers up rope and hammer. He rushes toward me, but momentarily distracted by a shrieking young woman being raised on the cross next to ours, he trips over his own feet and takes an inglorious tumble that lands him in the muddy ditch bottom.
"Damn fools!" groans the Optio from the roadside.
I look at the girl sitting next to me, who appears to be stifling a smirk. She has spirit, I conclude and roll my eyes in return. We are in this together!
Lucretius, however, recovers faster than I might have anticipated. I gasp as a muddy paw firmly grips my arm from behind and drags me to my feet.
"Let's go," he hisses, propelling me towards Markus and the waiting cross.
Markus catches me as I stumble forward, deftly spins me about and uses a knife to sever the cord that binds my wrists behind my back.
A fist in the stomach follows, bringing me to my knees gasping for air. Then they have me lying flat on my back against the hard timbered shank of the cross.
Kneeling on either side of me they forcibly extend my arms out along the crossbeam. Two more legionaries appear overhead, ready to assist. Ropes are woven with practiced efficiency through my fingers and thumbs, around my hands and then around the crossbeam wood ... and tightly knotted there so as to hold my hands and wrists in place.
I curse them. Lucretius laughs and straddles me, using his knees to hold my shoulders in place. His foul breath assaults my flared nostrils. Panic stricken, I shake my head from side to side. Mud drips from his forehead as he holds me down, spattering on my chin, neck and mounded breasts.
Rushing around, Markus pushes one of the helping legionaries aside and squats near my right hand. He grips a rusty iron spike in one hand and a hammer in the other. With a look of intense concentration, he moves the point of the spike about on my wrist, searching for the right spot.
I continue to curse. I kick ineffectually with my my legs and feet.
But then I catch sight of her. She still sits in the same place, watching. There is something calming about her gaze ... almost as though we are soulmates ... known one another forever.
I lock eyes with hers and stop my struggling.
The point of the spike is pressed home, pricking my skin.
"This is it," I think, taking a deep breath and maintaining the mesmerizing lock of my eyes on hers.
I sense movement ... and then ...
TO BE CONTINUED
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