I’d only known her for two weeks, though, and we’d gone from passionately making love to her dropping in my lap an act which, at first, I refused....“I want you to fuck my ass while I sleep. Hard. Like, don’t hold back or anything. I won’t wake up.” she’d told me as we rested on the bed after I’d cum in her mouth. We were not even to the point where we trusted each other enough to stop using condoms for intercourse. I’d not so much as touched her butthole. I’d only known her a few weeks, and we’d. Thank you so much for thisinvitation. I just have to find out about your new vendeuse, Jenny, shesaid her name was. But first, I must go to the loo, I drank too much coffeethis morning and I can't keep my legs crossed any longer."When she came out, lipstick redone, and as usual very smart in a blue suit,white silk blouse, with just the smallest indication of the lace of her brashowing in the V. I poured us both a glass of wine and we sat down."Well, tell me more. The resemblance to John must be. The Dublin of 2170 AC (After Cingetorix, see Magic Ink III, chapter 3) in the Other Reality was quite different from the Dublin in our Reality. It more closely resembled the Dublin of the early to mid 17th century in our Reality, as it was still a small walled town.The area around Dublin in both Realities had seen settlers and farmers for a considerable time before the coming of the Vikings to establish a town, Dyflin, from the Gaelic Dubh Linn or Black Pool, on the south bank of the Liffey. Luckily I wasn’t with a partner when I discovered this, otherwise I might have killed someone instead of just putting a hole in the ceiling of my hospital room. The guy in the room above got quite a rude awakening though. It was also a bit of an embarrassment to explain what happened when security rushed into my room looking for a terrorist.After leaving the hospital, I met a beautiful woman that was almost perfect to me. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and fun to be with. I managed to avoid.