Hi, there all my friends and guests, I hope you all had a very good back to school and/or nice summer vacations back. However, it sometimes happens that one cannot have it, according to circumstances and that it is necessary to wait for the Providence... Years later, Mrs. Robinson joined an expedition to bring modern slaves from all over the world, according to the globalization, but, on a Friday, she was shipwrecked in a storm about many miles out to sea, on an island which she called "Thirst Day", as there was nothing to drink right down there, except some raindrops or dew on the palms, sometimes. The next day when she ran aground on the beach, she looked for some shells or stones, here and there, to write a message in the sand, in clear view of some planes or other aircraft or UFO which were used to flying in the sky by intermittance: "HELP !", she wrote. What "a" demand... Days passed into months until she lost track of time altogether. Nobody came to save her. One night, close to the crisis, while she began to be delirious to gulp down almost nothing - except one or two coconuts to get a hand on -, she remembered her economics courses at the university - which taught her that everything has a price - and she woke up with only one thing in mind: "Make everybody an offer they can't refuse". And she wrote again... No need to tell you that, when there is a business to be done (even being in affair with a brunette babe, busty but not too saggy), contrary to what says Aesop in one of his fable, Our Funny Rabbit is faster than a herd of tortoises which are used to coming here, only to spawn at the season: and that was not; Mrs. Robinson could always wait! Ah, talking about the Greek fabulist Aesop and the Ancient Times appropriate to the History, one word about the Romans and about their "Rome Antique" mores. For a long time, erotic paintings or tracks registered or engraved here or there and discovered in Pompeii, as other objects considered loose, were taken away from the women and the children in a private room of the National Archaeological Museum of Naples. But this Ancient Art was not felt as obscene: the obscenity, under the shape of images or words, could have very different meanings in Ancient Times. What was perceived as obscene today could then have a preventive or cathartic value. However, the Roman society was fundamentally unequal. The married women, called midwife (matron), had to possess three essential qualities: the chastity, loyalty and fertility. It was by no means sexual abstinence; but the midwife, the housewife, had to devote herself exclusively to her husband. When she went out of the house, she covered herself with ample clothes which hid her forms, to show her sexual unavailability as well as possible. The fertility was seen as the most physical high quality of the midwife; Romans admiring quite particularly those who had given birth more of ten or twelve times. On the contrary, the prostitutes took care of the entertaining and not reproductive sexuality. They were seen as sexual objects. They resorted to diverse accessories to increase their erotic potential. Romans seem to not have been excited by total nudity and preferred feminine bodies decorated with jewels or encircled by gold chains, sometimes several meters long. They also liked making love with girls only dressed in a bra. It was doubtless a question of hiding falling or too voluminous boobs, in a time when the men were used to appreciating the small raised breasts. Romans also enjoyed the kisses, more or less pleasant. They kissed frequently the prostitutes on the mouth by way of preliminary. A free justifiable and born wife did not have to practice any fellatio. This task was reserved for the prostitutes and the slaves of both sexes. The "fellator" as the "fellatrix" were socially despised; that is why these two terms was used as insults. If the fellatio was seen as degrading, the cunnilingus was still considered as worse, the person who gave it, being in the position of a dog. "Pussy Licker" was one of the worst insults which we could hear in Rome. Hedonist follower of the cunnilingus and the brunettes, busty but not too saggy, according to an aesthetic ideal intrinsically hidden from the inmost depths which is a matter of innate feelings, Our Mischievous Rabbit would have been banished from the Roman society, certainly, like the western prudish society is used to banishing him, sometimes. Epilogue: About Mrs. Robinson lost on this island, one seen leaving candidates of all the places around the world to save her, but as we say, according to the price to pay, the supply and demand leave frustrated consumers and sellers. Only the Beast(*), who sucks up the capital gain of beyond the cost price and the mortgage interest rates, succeeds at the game. However, outstripping competition, Our Funny Rabbit seems on his toes... Then, for those who want to delight in mussels, book a seat in Our Rabbit's plane and Koo-koo-ka-choo Mrs. Robinson is waiting for you: here you go! Enjoy all, and take care! Thanks for your comments, faves and rates. See you ASAP. Cheers. Nonsolum (*) Financial capitalism P.S. For those who do not want to be called "Pussy Licker", please do not z⊙⊙m!