Oh, and one more little detail: to carry out your plan, you need to go on the Dark Web and find a company that specializes in organizing time travel tours. Who do you want to have sex with?”
At such a direct question I blushed involuntarily but finally said softly: “With Helen of Troy.”
There was no reaction on Olivia’s face, and she just handled something on her remote control, and all the monitors were filled with the image of Helen in different poses and looking exactly as I imagined her. “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“A child then,” she said and seemed a little disappointed as she looked down at my penis withdrawn like a snail inside me because of this strange interplay, which she must have found boring. And when the Greeks on the horse catch fire and are forced to flee, the Trojans’ trust in me will grow. I asked her that because I wanted to see if she understood what I was saying, anyway. “I think I know how we can solve the problem,” one of the technicians finally said. “My wide, roomy bed is very sturdy because
