The first time I laid eyes on Jasimine, I was hooked. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Her raven black hair and deeply tanned complexion contrasted sharply with piercing emerald green eyes that seemed to look right through me. Her curvaceous femininity just reached out and smote me. The instant I saw her, I was helpless as a kitten.

Of course, the knife she held to my throat and the gutteral, cat-like way she whispered, “Don’t move if you want to live,” probably contributed as much to that helplessness as her supermodel looks.

I’d just been minding my own business, having a beer at Chubby’s, my favorite pub, when a bright light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, right in front of the bar. She stepped out of the light, half demon, half angel, and spoke words only I could hear. Then she grabbed me by the collar, and dragged me into the light.

200 years up the timeline, I found myself standing on an altar saying “I do.”

I’m now a husband-slave in the future, but I’m not whining about it.

Ain’t love grand?