My Wife Lezora

I was miserable. Bounded by chains and beaten by whips until she came. She was a woman with an outstanding beauty not of this world. Lezora was her name. She was sent from another time. The woman I saw in my vision. The woman who executed my slave owner. The woman who came to execute her mission. I prayed that I would find love. I didn't know that my love would be from another time. I didn't know that she would be superhuman. I didn't know that she would free me from the chains that bind. I used to be a slave. But now I'm the husband of a time traveler. I've watched her jump from one sequence of time to another, killing dictators and murders. I was by her side when she executed Hitler. I remember the kiss she gave me after she killed Dahmer. I've seen her do it all. I even watched her shutdown the unibomber. I still don't know til this day if she's human or not. But I don't care. She is my wife and protector. In our love there is no despair. As we travel through time tracking down murderers. My wife finds ways for us to have fun just to keep our minds happy and sane. Last night she took me our child to Aruba after travelling back in time to stop a hijacked plane. The love for my wife and her love for me and our baby will never die. We our husband and wife unlimited by the dimensions of the past, present, and future. We our in love and time we defy.