Act Three
Scene Two
Sub-Scene Two
When is a fuck not one?
“We had an arrangement, Julius.
You keep Cicero off my back, and I will consolidate your influence on Curio
boys towards you.” Fulvia stormed into the library. She closed the door on her
entry and faced the boss there. Julius was reading the reports on Egypt. At
that personal library of his, he was wearing his reading glasses.
“Fulvia, this……” Julius took
off the glasses. “Where is Jeeves? I was not to be...
“I know your personal
sanctum. I am here to talk to you on Cicero.” Fulvia stood before Caesar. She
was in her element—the riding suit with the wide-brimmed hat, the dark jacket,
and the breeches with the high boots. She held the leather horse whip in her
left hand. Unlike her, Caesar was in his toga.
“And what about him do I
need to know?” Caesar was upset.
“He was seen in Rome and
near my children’s school. I want him out.”
“I will see to that. Now can
you leave?” Caesar was to dismiss her.
“Mark was shot at today.”
Fulvia looked at Julius. “Just now. I saw him downstairs.”
“No, I did not know. I
was...”
“Never know it all, Caesar.
I will take my leave now.” Fulvia turned to leave. “You can continue with your
female fatales.”
“I ……” Caesar was without a
reply, and the lady had stepped out of the library.
“I should have the door
latched.” Caesar sighed.
“You should.” The voice came
from underneath the table. “I think your desire is back to lame.”
Julius looked below and
smiled.
“I am afraid it is. That
will be coitus moratus (latin for coitus delayed).” Julius reached down with
his hands to pull the lady up onto the table. She was Lady Servilia, his
previous tutor, and the mother of Marcus Brutus; his young days rivaled for love.
She was dressed in a loose and longer tunic than the men's toga, which went
down to their ankles and fastened at the shoulders. Her long hair was braided
and reached her hips.
“I see that you are going to
teach me now.” The lady smiled when she raised her legs to the side rails of
the chair while pulling up the hem. Caesar, like a good student, applied his
techniques.
“Quicquid in nobis est, id
quod sentit, cogitat, desiderat, animat, coeleste, divinum est, ac per hoc
incorruptibile.” (Whatever is within us that feels, thinks, desires, and
animates is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable; quote
by Aristole.) Lady Servilia moans these words.
“Do not stop. I am....” The
lady leaned back on the tabletop.
“Nunc inseram desiderium
meum." (Now I shall insert my desire.) Caesar stood up.
“Quid, obsecro?” (Need I
beg?) The lady was ready for that. She reached up and unfastened the stola
strings for her lover.
“Do in me difficile tuum
Lectio latina.” (Do your Latin lesson hard into me.) The lady moaned, and he
turned her vocals to the peak of silent screams.
After all, walls have ears.
But silent mouths.
“Jeeves, did my mother come?
It was Brutus who had just arrived.
“Yes, I believe she did.”
Jeeves looked at Brutus. “Latin lessons?”
“Tell her I am here.” Brutus
told him. “I need to get to the bathroom. Long drive.”
“Second door to the right
and down the corridor before...” Jeeves was ignored because Brutus was in dire
need of the bathroom.
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