Sex And The Eternal City — Part II
My sexual education, family vacation, Rome, June 1965
I woke up with a start. “Laura!” my brother cried. It was the panic in his voice that jerked me to full consciousness. Ray looked horrified, and when I followed his eyes to the foot of our bed I saw the cause of his distress. Aunt Grace and Uncle Edwin stood over us, arms akimbo. “Shit,” I yelped, and tried to cover my nakedness. Deciphering their expressions proved a challenge. Their faces looked stern, but there was som...