Then she turned her chair so she was facing me. “I heard about you and Alyssa.”I frowned and lowered my head. I first thought that Kyra was like t...e other girls and was after one thing. Then I came to my senses. Kyra wasn't a slut, and even if she was, she wasn't like the others. I was not known for my romance skills, but I knew that I liked Kyra, and now that we were being open with each other, I had to try and justify my actions with Alyssa. I reached and took her hand and brought it to my. ” She laughed and I continued, “And so soft and...brown,” and she laughed again. “You like your new black girlfriend, don’t you?” That made me a little nervous, but I answered, “Yes, very much,” and when she just smiled I relaxed. Slowly our talk was less and less about sex, and after another hour we got up and walked to the bookstore, where we bought each other a book we liked that the other hadn’t read, and I promised to call her that night. That night after dinner we talked for a while,. "Not that empty place, Stud. Not everything is sex, sex, sex. I mean emotionally."That didn't dim his grin at all. He poured the sauce over the chicken and noodles and set my plate in front of me. "I know, but all men are pigs; even emotionally everything is sex, sex, sex." He exchanged the grin for a gentle smile. "Honestly, I feel the same way. From the moment I saw you, I not only wanted your body but I wanted your heart."Again I felt the emotion for this man well up inside of me. Again, I. ”“The gateway?”“Maybe you can come up with a better name for it. This,” her arm swept an arc, taking in the equipment scattered around the floor, “picks the time. The current tears a rift in the time stream. Then we step though.”I took several more steps backwards. “You’re saying that you’ve made a time machine.”“Not quite a time machine. More like a time portal. As long as it’s running, we can travel back and forth between here and any point in history.”“Would you be offended if I thought you.