In a moment, however, the girl half turned, and Brad’s heart skipped a beat, for this seeming stranger was his own dear Alyssa. Her so-familiar face broke into a slow smile of recognition, her lips crooked and expressive and sly. Brad started to open his mouth to call out to her, but then he stopped—it was someone else whom she greeted. From a hidden recess in the stone stepped a muscular young man clad in some ancient Greek or Roman toga. She hailed this fellow with a quiet familiarly that was somehow teasingly inflaming, and as Brad goggled there unseen, Alyssa opened her long white arms and invited the newcomer into a deep, passionate kiss. The well-built man growled happily as he groped her available body, his big blunt-fingered hands digging the delicate little bosoms from the front o
