Chapter 1

An only child with no real friends, he shuddered to think of the teasing he would receive at the work site for the new industrial building downtown. Climbing out of his little Toyota truck, he could already hear them jeering at him as he stepped to the time clock. “Hey, junky Jake! Get your ass on the line and start carrying those supplies up.”

All this time, everyone thought he was gay, thinking he was homely, just ‘cause he was a virgin and didn’t have a steady girlfriend. “One day,” he thought, “they’ll regret ‘what they have said.” Taking a relaxing deep breath, he got off the supply elevator and went to sit alone, as he had done every day, to eat his meager lunch.

Sitting, he reached for his sandwiches and started to chew as he watched the others slap each other’s backs and joke around as they went for a break. As his brown eyes roamed around the empty lot, he noticed a shiny object mostly buried by a fresh pile of dirt that had been pushed up while the corner foundation was being worked on. “Shit, I better pick it up before the boss chews my ass some more” (not like he didn’t have enough now). As he stepped over to the pile, the shine increased. “What the hell!?” He stepped closer, thinking it might be a small fire as it grew in its intensity of light.

Stooping down, he saw it was a large bottle, not unlike a large wine bottle. “Hmm, looks like the winos have been in here again” About to throw it away, he stopped, noticing the archaic writing on it, not unlike some form of Arabic that he had once seen at the library. “Damn, this might be valuable,” not trusting it to his locker (he was sure that the others had a way into it), he ran to his truck and hid it under his seat.

Arriving home sweat-stained and tired, he grabbed the bottle and rushed inside. “Now, to find out what this is.” Grabbing the cap, he pulled, expecting it to pop open; no dice stuck, almost as if it was super glued. “Damn, now what, him?” He didn’t want to break it; it just might be worth a hell of a lot, so he started to wash it in the sink. The symbols are clearer now. He again thought it was some type of middle eastern language, “crap, more research” At least it was something to do better than whacking off to porn or watching old reruns again.

Cranking up his old REALLY old computer he went on line to the US library site and started to search after 2 hours he found that he was getting extremely frustrated the language was old, so old in fact that it was considered a dead language. “Oh great, worth a lot and I can’t even tell what it is.” after another 6 hours searching he stumbled onto a strange web site.

As he read, he realized this was going to take more than a few days; hell, more than a few weeks. After reading and comparing for hours, he had only deciphered one word! “Damn it, this shit is really, really old,” Lying down, he thought about getting some help, but ... no, he really couldn’t afford it. For eight weeks, every day after work and school, he worked at it; finally, with the help of the strange site, it was beginning to take shape.

Picking up the bottle he brushed it off again (he’d found that it wasn’t breakable having dropped it on his tile floor) he wondered what the hell was up with this. The lines were odd indeed, ‘Never touched, never tried innocence shines, unprideful; to be the one to be true, share your soul and all you are.’

“Ok, not sure I get it,” but it’s got to be a major find. I’m sure someone at the museum would want it to show to others.

Sighing again, he went to get his coat and started to reach for the bottle. “Well, I’ve kinda gotten used to you being here working on you every god. I’ll miss you. I feel as if I am selling out a friend (if I had any), but if I am right, they will be very excited about you,” as he touched the bottle, there was a blinding flash! The stopper started to move! Jake couldn’t speak as he tried to scramble away from it; looking over his body to see if his clothes were on fire, he suddenly got light-headed and passed out.

“Kay fe yunkin enlahid matakin masatar?”

“Huh? What was that?” Jake opened his eyes and looked around, thinking he was dreaming. “Oh my god!” before him was a gorgeous dark brown-haired goddess! Covered by the thinnest and sheerest material he had ever seen, and right now, he was getting a huge eye full! Blushing as his 8’’ cock started to rise, he couldn’t help but stare at her breasts; they were perfect, her nipples standing up straight, with no hint of sag to her at all.

“kay fe yunkin enlahid matakin masatar?”

“Huh? I can’t understand you.”

“Da acoolu ack fermon daleequa scilent”

Jake looked down, more embarrassed, and whispered, “I’m so sorry, I just can’t understand you.” Jake’s head started to feel funny, then it cleared, and she spoke again. Tis ok Master. I can understand now,”

“uh ... excuse me? MASTER!? What are you talking about, and while we’re on the subject, just HOW did you get in here?”