Lysistrata paced relentlessly in the garden, nervously plucking at leaves. It had been seven months since she had seen her husband, Lycon - since he had left her to go off to war.
Seven months of lonely days and empty nights - of aching heart and throbbing loins. Seven months of longing.
Lysistrata paced relentlessly in the garden, nervously plucking at leaves. It had been seven months since she had seen her husband, Lycon - since he had left her to go off to war.
Seven months of lonely days and empty nights - of aching heart and throbbing loins. Seven months of longing.