Chester Charm
"Roman history guide Adaeze leads tours through Chester's walls—but the thick Cameroonian archaeologist who joins her walk digs up desires that predate any empire."
Dr. Nkemelu knew more than Adaeze.
The thick Cameroonian archaeologist had excavated actual Roman sites. She didn't need a tour guide.
"Why are you here?" Adaeze asked.
"I enjoy passionate explanations." Her eyes held more. "Of anything."
The tour wound through ancient streets.
Nkemelu asked questions. Offered insights. Stood too close.
"The Roman baths were here," Adaeze noted.
"I know." Nkemelu smiled. "Fascinating places. Very intimate."
"For bathing."
"Among other things."
The city walls provided privacy.
Ancient parapets where legions once stood.
"The Romans understood pleasure," Nkemelu said. "It wasn't separate from life."
"And you?"
"I understand it too." She moved closer. "Let me demonstrate."
Against walls that had stood for millennia, they found something new.
Nkemelu's thick body was warm against the cold stone. Her expertise extended beyond archaeology.
"Still learning things?" Adaeze gasped.
"Always. You're teaching me now."
Chester's history gained new meaning.
The guide and the archaeologist, exploring together.
"Best excavation I've ever made," Nkemelu said.
"You found something?"
"Someone. That's better."
Roman walls had seen centuries of desire.
This was just the latest chapter.