The Bar
Slowly approaching the door, the roar of the Coliseum still echoing in my head, ‘Maximus!… Maximus!… Maximus!’. I need my escape… I need Syds’. Opening the door in a wide arc, letting the initial scene wash over me… ah… my people. Frolicking in the tub, couples becoming intimate in the shadows, the usuals sitting at the bar, drinking and laughing… basically having a good time. Entering, I receive more than my fair share of greetings and kisses, even a few wanton leers, as I make my way to...