He was so interested in the history of Troy he even forgot to have sex with me. Her hair was gorgeous and waving in all directions as if she was in the wind, even though there was no air flow in the bedroom. I thought I already told you. On the other hand, I should warn you: be careful what you wish for, because sometimes life gives you a lot of things, and the most beautiful dreams turn into nightmares. Indeed, Helen was beautiful, but she had a cold stare and for a moment, I felt like an insect under a naturalist’s magnifying glass. Somehow, I felt like a sex object being used by a beautiful nymphomaniac, but to be honest, I didn’t care about that as long as the one using me was Helen of Troy, daughter of Zeus. I got dressed as quickly as I could and then the man who I think was the director of the company appeared, a skinny, balding man with a pair of glasses with many diopters.
