436 Year 1974

Name：Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master Author：Yang_Studio
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1974. 29-year-old Neil was walking home from work, happy with his life. He'd just told all his co-workers that he and his wife Mary were to be married in the autumn, and they'd all congratulated him. They'd picked out a little house in the countryside where they could move and raise the kids they planned to have. It was all going to be great.

As he walked past an alley, he heard a woman scream. He turned and saw a man with a gun, pointing it at the woman, demanding her handbag.

"Hey, what are you doing!?" Neil shouted. "Get away from her!"

"Oh, and you're going to stop me?" The robber laughed. Neil ran up to him, and, not really thinking, he punched him, knocking him down onto the floor.

"Get out of here!" Neil shouted at the woman, she nodded, before trying to run off. Before Neil could do anything else, however, he heard several bangs, and felt agony in his legs. The robber had fired all his bullets into Neil's legs, before running off, grabbing the woman's handbag as he did. Neil collapsed on the floor, crying out in pain.

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"Oh my God!" The woman exclaimed. "Hang on, let me go and get an ambulance!"

The woman ran off as quickly as she could, leaving Neil laid there, slowly bleeding to death. He looked over at a rubbish bin, and remembered something. This had happened to him before. This wasn't 1974, it was 2015. Was this a dream? But it felt so real...He remembered how, the first time this had happened, he'd knocked over that bin, and in amongst the rubbish was a golden lamp, which, inside, had contained Ophelia.

In desperation, Neil knocked over the bin, and rummaged through its contents, desperately trying to find the lamp. There was no lamp. How? It was there last time, so why not now? He needed Ophelia. Last time, she'd fixed his legs, and told him that, without her, the doctors would have had to amputate his legs. But he couldn't have them amputated. How could he and his wife cope?