Then she asked me what were you writing on my palm. I got scared and I didn’t talk for some time.After 10 minutes I replied, “You know what I wrot... don’t act like you don’t know anything.” She scolded me and told me not to talk to her. After that, she didn’t talk to me for 3 months. After 3 months I planned a surprise party for her birthday. At 12 o’clock, we brought the cake and she was surprised.After the party, she came to me and said thanks. I smiled and went away without talking to her.. I tried crying out to the man that I had come and would like to be released, but either he did not hear me or refused to come to my assistance as the electric pulsations continued.On the verge of panic as the heat continued to build in my, now, deflated boy clit, I tried hard to focus on something else and began thinking back to what Miss Bolton and Miss Marsh had been doing to me the days before. Amazingly, I felt the blood returning to my little prick and the horniness through my body. Not to mention downright dangerous because of fire ... so some bright Masters candidate thought up the idea of photographing the material and storing the film instead of the paper. It worked ... Eastman Kodak figured out a way to put the negatives for a whole month on a four by five secondary negative and someone made a reader for it. Fifty years of newsprint fits in a box about so big." She demonstrated by hands."Amazing." Yes, it is. First, I need to get home ... even though I am ... now. Who are you?'She beams. 'I, my dear child, am the goddess Aphrodite, patron of love, beauty and pleasure.' My jaw drops.'Aphrodite?! As in the goddess for all those stories?! Why are you here in my drea-' She stops me dead in my sentence by gentely placing a finger on my lips. The contact sends pulses throughout my body, pumping my dick full of blood until it is stressfully erect.'Do not speak, John, for we do not have much time. I appear to you to pay back a debt i owe to an ancient ancestor.