The stand we were on began to slide out of the cylinder and when I got out and had more room, Helen lifted her torso above me again and began to move frantically, as she usually did before she finished and climaxed. And that’s how they used to solve the problem of bastard children in my day. “I think I know how we can solve the problem,” one of the technicians finally said. So, if I am still in Troy, when the horse built by Ulysses reaches the city, I will pour a few amphorae of olive oil on the horse with my own hand and set it on fire. We actually have a whole catalog and if someone wants to have sex with a woman who is not in our catalog, for a pretty small additional fee, only a couple hundred dollars, we can send a drone back in time to photograph the woman of his dreams.
