We were in a garden on the outskirts of Rome. She said it was so lush. I said that was true. But we were talking about different things.
I’d made her carry my tawse for me. She wondered if I was going to use it hard.
I said, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”
That meant, oh yes indeed.
“But the Romans don’t whip girls with tawses. Tawses are Scottish, you said!”
“That’s a good point. We’ll do approximately as the Romans do.”