“Let me turn the hourglass, so at least I’ll know when it’s time for you to return to your world.”
She turned over a glass hourglass filled with golden sand, from which the grains of sand began to drip, reminding me that the time I would spend with her was relentlessly running out. “I turned 18 yesterday.”
“A child then,” she said and seemed a little disappointed as she looked down at my penis withdrawn like a snail inside me because of this strange interplay, which she must have found boring. “After seeing how much luxury and cleanliness there is in your time, why do you think I would want to go back to that pigsty that you admire so much and call it the city of Troy? Luckily for me there was a nice young lady in the front office of the company who as soon as she saw me coming in, she met me and said, “Hi, I’m Olivia and I will be your host if you would like to use our services.”
She smiled warmly and added, “But in order for us to move forward, a few little formalities have to be completed, and the first is to put your phone here in this safe and I’ll scan you to see that you don’t have anything special on you.
