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her. I looked down at her face, noticing her aquiline nose, her slender cheeks. Maybe she was a Roman goddess from ancient times who had been brought to me by a future me with a time machine. In the entire timeline she was my soul mate.
    She opened her eyes about an hour later, just as I was finishing up my science fiction fantasy of her. I would write the notes up later. She smiled at me as she looked up, yawning. I reached down and brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear.
    “I can't believe I fell asleep,” she said.
    “You're probably tired.”
    “You don't know how tired.” I saw a hardness come back over her, enveloping her like a cloud of dark, dank smog.
    “Well, you can sleep all you want now. But...” I lifted her head gently. “I need you to move because I think my feet fell asleep.” I could feel a thousand pins in my legs as I tried to wake them up.
    “I'm so sorry,” she said, panicking.
    “It's okay. Really. It happens.”
    She seemed worried and upset, so I made her another drink. She declined and asked if she could sleep there for the night. I agreed and we buried ourselves under the covers, both in our underwear. She reached out and placed her arm over my chest as she moved as close as she could. I fell asleep to the sound of her breathing.
    We spent the next morning and afternoon shopping. She was ready to go, but I felt a desire to buy her some clothes and get her started on her new life. I didn't want to leave her side. I had the means to protect her and I wanted to do that more than anything else. My money meant nothing if I couldn't help people. She seemed worthy of my attention – and not just because I found myself attracted to her.
    I wanted to kiss her face in the morning when I woke up before her, but instead I untangled myself and ordered us breakfast. She ate almost as much as me. After eating, we had coffee on the patio and looked out at the city. I saw the entire world to explore and she saw Paris and wondered how she could escape. I could see the fear of the unknown in her eyes, in the wrinkles on her forehead. How to reassure her?
    “Let's go shopping today,” I said, sitting up. “I haven't been in a while and I can get you some clothes and what-not so you can start your new life properly.”
    “I couldn't accept. You've already done so much.”
    I insisted. I bought her clothes, and jewelry, and a car, and an apartment building so she would have a place to live and an income. During this entire month of shopping, we slept in the same bed but only cuddled. She tried to come on to me, but I turned her away. I assured her I wasn't gay but that I wasn't ready to take her yet. She would know when I was ready, I promised.
    She took to her new life really well. An idea of hers increased income of the apartment complex and made me money from the small percentage of the company I still owned. This is what made me want her. She was a hustler and smart – street smart and book smart. She had a college degree in fashion design and used some of her new money to launch a line of clothes that quickly became popular.
    After this, I couldn't resist her any longer. In her penthouse and overlooking the city where I'd rescued her, I took her on the balcony from behind. I raised the dress she was wearing – one she had designed – and pulled down my zipper. My cock sprang out and pressed against the cheeks of her ass. I grabbed hold of it and guided it to the entrance of her pussy.
    She pressed back against me and I entered her – just an inch. I slowly pressed in further and she opened up, inviting me in deeper. As she grabbed the rail, I began pounding into her. I reached around and started massaging and teasing her clit with my fingers as I moved in and out. I didn't last long, cumming inside her as she screamed.
    I didn't pull out right away and kept stimulating her with my hand. Her breathing got faster as she finally reached an orgasm and I felt her body shake as I