And he liked having sex with women, too.
This adventure found Aaron back in the time machine, turning the dial to ancient Egypt. He had to see for himself, just what was Cleopatra’s allure over men like Julius Caesar, Marc Antony, and George Bernard Shaw? Maybe he’d even get his chance at the Egyptian queen. He’d certainly enjoyed Messalina, that one time he went to visit Caesar Claudius just to make sure Derek Jacobi got the stutter right.
After the fog cleared, he found himself sitting in the baths of a temple near the Great Pyramids. Funny, he hadn’t checked his history books. Had they existed in Cleopatra’s time? He didn’t really know and he didn’t really care.
A muscular servant wearing a toga (so it's not a sweater, but Aaron has to mention that somewhere) who looked like Tony Curtis walked by carrying a vase spilling over water.
“Hark,” he said to Aaron, “who goes there?”
“It is I,” Aaron replied. “Aaron of the Aardvarks.”
“Bend over and let’s find out.”
“Sorry, I’m focusing on Cleopatra right now.”
“Her majesty is busy with Marc Antony at the moment. And she’s in Rome, not Alexandria.”
“Drats!” Aaron spat. He’d have to take the time machine across the Mediterranean to ancient Rome. Not that it presented a problem – he’d love to have an Asti Spumanti with a walnut chicken salad for lunch. But as long as he was here, perhaps he should make sport with this Tony Curtis look-alike?
He bent over.
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