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here?” she asked.
    “Lie down,” he commanded. “Spread your legs.”
    She fell backward as another earthquake shook the ground beneath them. She looked up at him, surrounded by the flowers in her garden.
    He dropped to his knees and buried his face into her crotch. He began by licking her clitoris.
    “Oh!” she exclaimed. He had never done that before, at least not here with her. He was very good at it.
    Lavinia let herself relax. She realized that they had only moments to live. What better way to go than with a man licking your pussy. He had a marvelous tongue and it snaked up into her vagina as he tickled her clit with his nose.
    “Ohhh,” she shouted above the roar from the volcano. “Oh, yes.”
    Her hips twitched up and down against his rough, soldier’s face.
    “Oh, I’m coming!” she screamed.
    Then he was on top of her. His big Roman cock was slipping into her juicy Roman canal.
    “Let’s see if we can beat the mountain to it,” he shouted.
    He pumped into her with an urgency she had never experienced before.
    The roar was getting louder.
    The ash was landing all around them, piling up like snow up north in the winter.
    The ground shook continuously.
    The roar from Vesuvius was deafening.
    She watched a great glowing rock fly over the house.
    She could hardly breathe.
    She coughed.
    When she did, the muscles in her vagina contracted.
    “Ahhh,” he shouted.
    He came in a blaze of glory.
    So did she.
    And a boulder, burning with the fire of Vesuvius, dropped out of the sky on top of them as they consummated their lovemaking.
     
    * * * *
     
    The ash continued to pile up. It covered their bodies. It covered the whole house. It buried the whole town. The mud and ash from the landslide covered everything. Then it rained and the ash turned to concrete.
    On the morning of
August 24, 79
AD, the town of Herculaneum by the Sea ceased to exist. By the 26 th , Pompeii was gone, too. Titus, who had only been Emperor since June 23—when Vespasian died—did what he could for the people of Misenium and the rest of the Neapolitan area, but nobody ever tried to go back to Pompeii or Herculaneum.
    After a while, people forgot that there had even been two towns there. The memory became a legend, not really believed anymore. Almost two thousand years passed.
     
    * * * *
     
    Then, one day, somebody found something. Soon, others were digging around. Eventually, people remembered that there were stories about two cities that perished long ago when Vesuvius displayed her wrath.
    First Pompeii, then Herculaneum, the archaeologists dug, sifted and marveled at the preservation of the towns.
    Paolo and Gina, two young graduate students from the university in Padua were sifting through the ruins of a house in Herculaneum, helping with the excavation. There were erotic frescoes on the walls. Another room had broken mirrors on every wall and broken glass scattered about, but no windows. They found two well-preserved bodies in the courtyard. They appeared to be in a final embrace.
    It was a little bit embarrassing. It appeared that they had been making love when they were overcome by the disaster.
    “Oh my God!” Gina whispered. “Look at this Paolo.”
    He liked looking at her more than he did looking at dead bodies, but he tore his gaze away from her nicely rounded ass to look at what she was showing him.
    A brilliant green stone glinted in the sunlight. It was set in a ring on the hand of one of the bodies, presumably the woman. It looked like a woman’s ring, at least.
    “I’ve never seen an emerald that big,” she said. “Not even the Bishop’s is anything like this.”
    “You know you can’t have it.”
    “I know. But it sure would look nice on me.”
    “Oh, no.” he said. “I’m not getting involved with anything like that.”
    “Oh, please, Paolo. Nobody ever has to know. I’ll keep it hidden and after we’re married…”
    “You think I want to marry a thief? A grave robber at that?”
    “Oh,