I held her close as tears filled her eyes as she realized the reality of what just had happened. She took a deep breath and looked at me with her tear... filled eyes and whispered."I love you Bobby, I really do. Please never leave me."We stayed in my bedroom for another hour or so kissing and holding each other before she said it was close to her curfew and had to get home. After kissing her goodnight at her front door, I made my way to the time capsule and returned to the present.I was sitting on. ?Good, I’ll bring lunch for you.? With that she left. I set to work; in some ways I’m a bit of a lady. I’m my Master’s Pain Slut, his Fuck Whore, his Toy in whatever way he cares to use me, and of course, I clean our house so it’s spotless. I am certainly not above physical labor, even getting dirty, but I prefer to be neat and clean myself, fastidious. I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose as I knelt amid the (fortunately dry) manure of the stall, it was undignified, and I couldn’t help but get. I need you to have a name, even if it’s one only I know. Will you let me call you a name I give you?”“If it fills a need,” he replied.“I’ve been looking on the Internet for a good one for you. How about if I call you Nebo? Nebo was the Babylonian god of wisdom and writing.”“You may call me Nebo, Alice.”“And, now, Nebo -- it’s getting late. I think I’m going to go to bed.”“Alice -- would you sleep with me again tonight?”I was stunned. “Sleep with you?”“Yes. Our people dislike sleeping alone. We. That he would end up inheriting a somewhat larger-than-normal nose. That he himself would turn out to be just the opposite of a hopeless romantic: a swordsman between the bedsheets, and a cynical manipulator and heartbreaker to boot.All right, so I spot this chump staring at me. I was on the prowl, you know, and the guy was definitely a "possible." Good thing, too. It was just the right time of month. I felt so empty inside and my juices were flowing. I was burning up. I wanted someone inside.