Now Seth had to act quickly. He first called Mary. 'Slave 2. It is your master.' 'Yes master?' The surprised woman asked. 'I am coming for dinner and...I am bringing a guest. 'I want you to cook a full meal and dress slutty. Short dress and a see through top will work well.' Seth ordered her. 'O Okay. Bra?' The woman asked. 'Something sexy. I need to get a client and I want your help.' 'How about John?' She then asked. 'Who?' Seth wanted her to name him by his slave name. 'Sorry master. 'How. She is not only the master of time, but of place, and I am transported from my solitary remembrances to a joinder of experience, with her, beside her and within her.I am with her. I know it. I can feel it. That is her hand upon my erect flesh, stroking me. It is not my hand. And that is my tongue now exploring her moist and hidden recesses, not her own hand or some object penetrating her. That is my mouth, those are my lips sucking her labia into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue. That is. My eyes reluctantly blink open and as they focus, my heart stops. He’s here. He’s sitting on his knees on the floor in front of the couch, stroking my hair and watching me sleep. He notices me staring and grins his wide, cocky grin. ‘Hey, babe.’ I immediately sit up, instantly alert, and shove him away. ‘I haven’t seen or heard from you in two months and you think you can just say ‘Hey?!” He cups my face with his left hand and sighs. ‘I know it’s been too long. I needed some time to think. It. I must be in a neutral zone, thank God. Like I said, I’m lost, but judging by the dialect I think I’m just south of Tunisia. I keep heading East, hopefully someday I’ll reach Egypt. The language is either French or Arabic, and I’ve picked up on a lot of both. It’s impossible not to when you spend time in the beautiful, small villages scattered throughout the valleys and along the coast. Sometimes I wish I weren’t passing through atop my Bucephalus, just living the simple life among the Burburs,.