He asked if I was his slut girl. I responded yes, yes I’ll do anything. Looking me over he said no, infact you don’t have to do anything. Not yet...anyway. With that he moved back to his chair but before sitting down he opened the curtains to the living room. Now understand there was two floor to ceiling working window and a ten foot plate glass window between them, an actual wall of windows. And there I stand on the couch naked centered up with the whole thing. Luckily where our house was you. I tried to ignore it but it came louder. I pit grew in my stomach, and the shadows swirled around the room. My head felt like it was spinning. A warm sensation ran through my body, down my stomach and into my crotch. I had a hard time breathing and I was gasping for breath. I felt as if someone was trying to suffocate me. I was pressed down onto the bed and I heard the mattress squeek. The pressure increased, my shoulders were pressed firmly into the bed. I couldn't move. I tried to struggle. However, Emily’s world was not limited to math and physics and such. Emily was also a romantic. In addition to math and science books she often brought books of another type up to her hilltop. She would frequently be found leaning back against the old maple and reading, sometimes out loud, Byron, Keats, Hardy or Bronte. This was a side of Emily that even John didn’t really know. Maybe part of it was that she knew none of the local boys would make a good long term prospect for her. Part of that. This is when an interesting offer came his way. He was to join a newly formed, top secret military force that was dreamed up and funded by the United Nations.Hesitantly, he accepted the offer and quickly found himself in the mysterious agency's headquarters several hundred miles above the Earth. Without specializing in engineering or science, he was given the quick run down of what was up.It was explained to him that time can be thought of as a rope. The beginning of time would represent the.