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Finding Tim

By: alexcarr



Meeting Tim changed me, my life and everything.

You know how it is in life, one just-folks the sheep generally unless you are one of those extraverts that stand out from the rest.

Tim is certainly that and more. He is a local big noise who is the president of this and that appertaining to all matters political and is one of those guys who has an answer for everything, but never the answer you want from him. A typical position in other words.

I met him at a local Conservative Party stint. Not as though I am into politics, but I need to take heed of the way they operate for my University course.

I have had two or three girl fiends but nothing ongoing. Both seemed to lose interest after the first couple of dates and I still don't know why, that is; I didn't know why then but I do now, since Tim suggested we go to the theatre together. 

Me and the theatre are not good bed fellows but thinking that Tim had taken a friendly liking to me, and thinking of my studies, I went along with it.

He was a different guy altogether away from the political scene. He was nice and considerate and very generous, insisting he paid for dinner and the theatre.

Little did I know or even understand that he aimed to seduce me. It never occurred to me, it never entered my mind. Me being firmly placed on the proverbial bandwagon behaving how I thought was right to behave in line with my University colleagues.

It just didn't register at all that Tim of all people was gay. I didn't feel like I was. I liked girls too much even although I was unable to please them. I concluded that was because I didn't fancy them that way.

It's incredible now to think I was completely unaware of my true leaning.

When, in the theatre during the performance of Macbeth, Tim dropped some popcorn over my lap and frantically started to brush the debris off my lap, brushing his hand against my crotch as he did so, I didn't think anything of it. That is; not until he failed to remove his hand from my thigh after wards.

I sort of moved my thigh in an effort to make him aware, thinking he would take his hand away. But he didn't and in the faint light or the auditorium I could see a certain glow in his eyes as he smiled at me in a very becoming way.

One thing certain, I knew at that point he had no intention ion whatsoever of removing his hand from the part of my inner thigh that I realized was giving me the most delightful feeling.

It was lovely but what was it all about? As the show continued his hand continued to rub up my thigh, to the point where his fingers were actually touching my testis through my trousers. I held my breath not quite knowing how to respond. This was quite unusual to be with another guy doing things like that.

Angela did it once, in the back row of a cinema as we watched a James Bond movie. He was fervently making love to his co-star which seemed to turn Angela on. Looking back it would have been so easy to respond to her firm caress but I just couldn't get interested at all. Whether it was because we were in a api8ablic place I don't know, but certainly now I was reaching a very formidable stiffness underneath my trousers which Tim was thoroughly taking advantage of in the most delightful way.

So I realized then my reluctance with Angela meant I am possibly homosexual and I was just getting to know and understand myself, realizing that it was rather lovely being spoiled by another guy.

"That feels so good" Tim whispered into my ear. "Can I take it home with me, Alex after the show" 

I giggled and said as long as can come too.

"Don't worry about that dear Alex, you will be coming too, in more ways than you may think."

For the remainder of the show I was not concentrating on the performance at all, and I doubted if Tim was, although he kept looking at the performers whilst feeling me.

The he whispered about how nice the guy whop played Macbeth was and how he'd like him for the night, looking so absolutely delicious in those skin tight tights.

He kissed me on the lobe of my ear and said that he would really prefer me, that he was just trying to make me jealous.

And oddly enough he was, because what he was doing gave me the impression that he would want me to sleep with him at least.

It was me coming to those conclusions, me who only had just discovered the true self that wanted deliriously to be with Tim full stop.

It was simply so lovely and gorgeous to feel his fingers exploring me to the full. He carefully unzipped and found my real hardness that seemed to be pulsing away to the extreme.

Tim knew only too well what he was doing to me. I could have easily stripped myself and him too if we hadn't been there. Many of the seats were vacant but there were several occupied behind.

"Look Alex, I would suggest that we leave now and head for my place, but I really wanted to see this show. Look there are hardly no seats taken in the back row, let's move there Huh?"

How could I refuse, the most difficult thing was to hide my intrepid arousal whilst moving along to the end of the row, where there were several teenaged girls.

"Just keep you jacket in front of you" Tim advised realizing my predicament. But even so as we passed the girls, each one of them gave out a profound giggle. Did they see me or were they simply laughing at something the actors were doing. I guess they were.

We manage to get to the back row and, still watching the play Tim seemed to thoroughly enjoy exploring me. I felt myself instinctively slip down the edge of the seat to allow him a better access, because it was so good to feel him doing the things he was doing with my very stiff and upright erection.

"Enjoy Alex and I will give him something more he'd like in a moment when this scene had finished."

I wondered what that would be. But secretly hopes the show would soon end so we could go back to his place and be rid of the extreme ache I was feeling. It was an ache which made me very aware of what I was all about, thinking things that had never before occurred to me, in facts rising myself that I could imagine such things.

For the first time in my life I wanted to be fucked, as simple as that. I actually craved for the feel of hard throbbing man cock up my passage, to feel it up there and massage it within. 

I so wanted that. 

I had to admit then that I was homosexual and welcomed the fact that at last had resolved the big issue in my life, that why it was I could never go seriously with a girl.

Tim kept his resolve and for about five minutes during a change of stage scene he massaged me deep into his mouth as the lights were still dimmed.

The feel of him sucking and licking and everything was absolutely mind boggling. I felt I belonged and was wanted and at that moment I knew I could be anything that Tim wanted me to be.

His deep sucking drive me mad and I could not stop the cum spurt. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around my surging cock.

"You are a naughty boy" he said with a smile, Just wait until I get you home, you will have to pay for this!"

One thing about Tim he always kept my mind on red alert, and now I wondered what exactly he meant by that.

I didn't care though. All I wanted was his fuck and how. I would give him my all and suck him like he had sucked me, I would wank and lick him up and tease his balls until Kingdom cum. Until he came deep inside my ass - until we both met a wonderful crescendo. Amen!

To be continued...

Finding Time 01



First a shout out for the editor: Finchley. What would happen if we discovered an omniscience device? 





Finding Time 01



In half an hour, we were ready to start up and test the system. I set the controls for my morning 'experiment', explaining to her what I was doing and why, then we tuned into me staring at the camera lens without seeing it.

"But this negates the two hundred mile limit, if we set the focus of the tunnel back a millisecond in time the Earth has moved more than that, we can watch virtually anywhere in real time" she commented after a second or so.

"Yes," I acknowledged, wondering how I missed the obvious.

"It's interesting that the camera is invisible; I wonder how it's capturing the photons."

"I think it's the paradox of changing the past; who knows? We may be creating new universes every time we switch it on," I said, straightening and giving a glance up to the empty space of the camera viewpoint.

She chuckled. "The millions of me's theory - where I can be anybody I want to be."

"That's one way to look at it," I said as she spun the chair around.

"Where do you want to go next? Want to check out the Atlantis legend?" she asked, beaming up at me.

"Santorini, nine thousand years ago. here we come," I replied, stepping to the side as she span the chair back. 

I stepped in to adjust the controls on the generator while she started to type in the co-ordinates. Within minutes we'd found the distant earth, and were zooming in on the cloud peppered azure blue of the Mediterranean.

It took us ten more minutes to find the right time period, jumping backwards in steps of a hundred years till we found it pre-eruption. We ran a half split to narrow it further, working our way slowly to the event itself.

It took over an hour to narrow it down to the moments before the eruption occurred. As I shifted to look over her shoulder, we had a front row seat to the biggest explosion I'd seen in my life. We watched the whole island disappear under the rain of fire and ash that streamed out.

Not wanting to witness the death and destruction close up I located us a mile or so away, just under the cloud level, We couldn't help seeing the tiny figures in the water where the tidal wave over took the boats out at sea. It was difficult watching, knowing there was nothing we could do to help them. 

I shifted back to the controls as the dust and pyroclastic clouds covered everything, zooming right out to see the ash cloud towering miles in the sky. The thought passed through my mind about how much a volcanologist would like to study the clip we'd just seen. With luck and a couple of months, they would have ringside seats.

"Wow," Sally said as she turned to face me. "It's a pity we can't go and see what Yellowstone was like the last time it went."

"We could see Pompeii, but I think I've had enough fireworks. Let's try something else," I said softly.

"The Globe." She proposed, turning back to the keyboard.

"January first, the year sixteen hundred," I said, giving her the date I was aiming for.

"Okay," she replied as she began to type.

I busily reset my controls, and soon we were in Renaissance London. Of course, we couldn't understand more than one word in ten, which meant we could only guess at what play was being performed, but it was a magical experience to pan through the streets and see how people lived.

We spent till teatime exploring, leaving us both excited as I shut it down. I felt in a celebratory mood, the endless possibilities for academic research buoying me up as they added to the plus side of the equation.

"Have you any plans for this evening?" I asked as I locked up.

"No, I'll probably hang out with the girls in the bar later," she replied, a vague quizzical look on her face.

"I feel like eating out and celebrating with a bottle of wine. Would you like to keep me company?"

"I never turn down a free meal," she replied grinning at me.

She chose Chinese when I gave her the option, and we spent most of the meal talking mainly about what we'd seen. I was amazed that people survived the filth and squalor of sixteenth century London.

We bought the wine on the way home, a convenient Off Licence along the route as I took her back to my place. Despite me being an assistant professor and she a student, I was attracted enough to want to take it a stage further - finding out if she had any interest in me.

So far, the signs had been encouraging. The way she looked at me, the accidental brushes of her hand or elbow when she got close to me. With the right music and the wine, I hoped to make things a bit more touchy feely. 

My bed served as my settee, and she sat on that while I unpacked my laptop and put it on my desk.

"Have you got glasses?" she asked from behind me.

"There are cups on the drainer," I replied, turning back to her.

She gave a quick laugh. "This is more like student digs. I lived somewhere like this in the second year."

"I'm still paying for my Doctorate - that and keeping a car on the road doesn't leave much spare," I explained.

"Oh I know. I only get to drive when I'm home for the holidays," she replied as I walked back to the bed.

I picked the wine up as I sat, opening it as she settled next to me. I poured, putting the bottle back on the floor.

"Here's to you getting promoted soon," she said, lifting the cup.

"I'll drink to that if it's a tenured post," I replied with a chuckle.

I made myself comfortable, shifting the pillows aside and leaning against the headboard - one leg folded in front of me and the other dangling with my foot on the floor. She leant back across the bed, half turning to rest facing me on one elbow.

"Shall I put some music on?" I asked to break the silence.

"What have you got?" she asked with a hint of amusement.

"Whatever you want on internet radio," I replied, setting my cup down on the bedside cabinet.

"Contemporary jazz, easy listening."

"Fine," I replied, swinging my leg down to go and retrieve my laptop. "Let's see what we can find."

I brought it back over to the bed and started it, then opened the player and tapped through to the radio, while I let her choose I uncoiled the charger and plugged it in. Next, I brought the speakers over and plugged them in then reclaimed my place.

She'd kicked her shoes off and folded her legs under her, the skirt riding up a few inches. She caught my admiring glance but didn't look uncomfortable or try to pull it down; I felt pleased that she was able to relax in my company.

"Steve, if I write the code, do you think we could take a closer look at the outer planets -- maybe even explore their moons?" She asked as I settled back.

"Yes, anything you want; we can even tour the asteroid belt," I replied as I picked my drink back up.

"Europa is the one I'm interested in; it's got the best chance of life," she added wistfully.

"You write the program; I'll take you there," Even as I said it, I thought of a problem. "We'll have to get an ultra-sonic set up to see anything under the ice. There's no light down there."

"I'll let you sort that out," she said, then after a moment's thought added, "I think a fish finder might work."

"Mm, yes, I'll look into it," I replied before taking a sip of my drink.

We listened to the music until I saw her finish her drink. I'd nearly finished mine as well so I leant down to pick up the bottle.

"Do you want more?" I asked as I sat back up.

"Mm," she nodded, holding out her cup.

I topped up hers then mine, putting the bottle on the cabinet. "What shall we drink to this time?" I asked turning back to her.

"You pick this time," she answered with a grin.

"Hmm," I said in mock consideration. "How about knowledge? The opening of a window into the secrets of the universe."

"Whose secrets, yours or mine?" She chuckled.

"Both, the macro and the micro, from outer space to the inside of an atom." I replied, taking the question seriously.

"S'alright, just my wicked thoughts," she said with a grin. "I was just thinking we're both key players in the, for want of a better word, revolution. I would imagine lots of historians in the future would be looking at every second of what's happening now."

"Welcome to the club, I had that thought a while back. I'm trying not to let it affect me." I took a pointed look around the room. "I would hope that they confine themselves to the relevant bits and not watch everything I do," I continued with a firmer voice.

I gave her a smile. "We're going to have the most analysed relationship in history. The decisions we make are going to be argued over for decades to come. I can see academics pontificating on if we'd done this or that differently, or if we'd known about this or that something."

I stopped and took a sip, waiting for her to reply.

"Will history look kindly at us if we don't get it out? Will people cuss us from the future for opening a Pandora's Box? You've convinced me it's the right thing, I think that they should only be in responsible hands but the people should know. It's too big to keep secret," she said looking at me, studying my face.

"Thanks," I said. "We might be plunging Earth into anarchy, I wonder how much truth the people can handle. Finding out that Moses, Noah, and the rest of them are myths might stop people from believing in biblical morality but I'm hoping the threat of anybody being able to looking over your shoulder anytime will make everyone too paranoid to be anything but fair and honest."

"There are always people who think they can cheat the system," she countered.

"It only takes one person to look and it would be on YouTube in minutes," I argued back. "Everyone who's made a crooked deal in the past would be looking over their shoulders. I can see lots of high profile scandals, lots of seats being vacated. The activists would have a field day researching the opposition."

"Let he who is free from sin cast the first stone," she said with a chuckle.

"Kinda," I said smiling back.

She took a sip and I followed suit. All this talk of watching was counter to where I wanted the conversation to go, reminding her that our intimate moments would be watchable. I was happy enough with the developing friendship and with our working relationship seemingly sealed there was plenty of time for further progress.

"There's going to have to be some limits. You can't let young children have uncontrolled access," she said, resting her cup on her thigh.

"Mm, I was thinking of having them in libraries, schools, municipal offices, under some kind of supervision." With the simple design there were bound to be unregistered devices around. If and how they were protected would be up to the builders.

When we had finished the wine, I walked her back to her dormitory, discussing a redesign of the user interface to control all three variables. When we got to her Hall of Residence she invited me to come up and talk to Emily about the interface design.

Though it was getting late, Emily welcomed us. I think my name impressed her because she was eager to please. She listened attentively as I explained, teasing out the details and eventually proposing an all-in-one solution by offering to combine the interface with a computer controlled signal generator all incorporated into a PCI card.

It was after midnight when we left, the effects of the wine had long worn off but I felt elated with the progress we'd made. Sally walked me down to the door and was surprised when I exuberantly thanked her with a hug as I spoke the words.

Thoughts of Sally crowded out those of the tunnel on the walk home as I listed off the good points about her. She was intelligent, personable and pretty, ticking three of my top five requirements, if she was loving and sexually adventurous in bed she'd tick the whole five.

I went straight to bed when I got home, my thoughts by then focused back on ways of improving the time tunnel. When I got to the lab the next morning an excited looking Sally was waiting for me. 

As I walked up to her she held out a USB stick. "I did the one for Mars first, can we test it out?" she asked enthusiastically.

Today she was dressed in an almost to the knee denim skirt with a boat necked pale green top, dark tights and plain flat shoes. I had to be at least six inches taller, putting her at five eight; not much difference if she wore high heels. 

"Yeah, sure," I replied with a smile as I opened the door.

Inside I started the computer for her then booted up my laptop to start looking for sonar gear, something that could take extreme pressure. I found lots. We'd have to go to the high end of the market to get range and resolution, but that was what was needed.

It had taken me all of ten minutes; Sally was still working things out so I went on to check my email. As news of my discovery circulated, I had more mail than ever. This current crop had messages from other universities congratulating me whilst confirming they'd replicated my results.

This was my ace; the knowledge was spreading through academia. It would take a world conspiracy to suppress my discovery now. I composed replies encouraging them to use the models they'd built as a way of studying the phenomena, mentioning the conundrum of the invisible camera

I still hadn't decided whom to distribute the new devices to; it would be nice to give one to the War Trials tribunal in The Hague. It would save the prosecutors the bother of finding witnesses whilst bringing a speedy trial.

By the time I had worked through the inbox and flagged those others I intended to answer, Sally had the program working and was getting excited as she closed in on Olympus Mons.

"That looks spectacular," I said, getting up from my desk.

"I see why you want the interface now; keeping things in focus is fiddly," She replied without taking her eyes from the screen.

I walked over behind her as she zoomed down. There was a lot to explore if you were a geologist, but to me Mars or not, it was just a load of rocks. The excitement I felt was in seeing what the machine could do, not being there.

She started descending into the volcano's cone; we had a slight angle from the vertical, enough to give us an appreciation of the magnitude of it as we dropped lower.

"I've got a feeling this is going to be a long session. I'll get us coffees before we start," I said over her shoulder.

"Yes," she replied. "Give me time to master tweaking this beastie."

I chuckled as I straightened and turned to go, leaving her to enjoy her learning curve. As I strolled down to the drinks machine I was tentatively adding NASA's rover team to the list, they certainly could make good use of it. 

When I got back, she was exploring the depths of Valles Marineris.

"Steve, come and see this," she said glancing back when I elbowed the door open. "It's like the Grand Canyon in places."

"Your fish finder idea paid off," I said to her as I walked up.

She took the cup from me with a smile. "Thought it would; my father uses one."

"They're expensive, the good ones. Could you get your department to pay for one?"

"If we wait three weeks for a decision," she replied with a snort. "A cheap one will tell us if there's anything sizeable down there. It's a pity we can't take samples and see if there are any micro-organisms."

"Yes, finding alien life would set the world alight, whilst dealing another blow to the fundamentalists."

She gave a little chuckle. "The real prize would be finding a planet in the goldilocks zone that we could study."

"That would be a big search," I muttered, thinking of the hundred light year sphere we could view.

"Too big for us," she agreed. "Can I use your laptop?"

"Yes," I said standing back as she rose from her seat.

"What sort of prices were those fish finders?" she asked as she walked to my desk.

"The cheapest ones were about a hundred; two fifty would get you a reasonable one," I replied. "I think the transducer comes separate and will run you another hundred or so."

She was busy doing a search. "There's a shop on Cuthbert St. Can we go there now? It advertises second hand."

"Yes, I'll drive you there. You can write your program while I get it set up. I also want remote tilt and pan on the camera. Do you think you could tie that into the computer as well?" 

She looked at me as she stood. "That's a little beyond me; you'll need someone else to write the program. There may be some open source program I could look at --" 

I nodded. One more thing to juggle. It would be nice to get everything integrated into the keyboard.

I drove her over and she picked out a second-hand model that met our requirements, a nineteen hundred foot range with a one twenty degree viewing angle.

She was even more anxious and excited on the trip back, it would be easy to mount the resin encapsulated transponder alongside the camera, realigning it might be a little more difficult.

While I worked, she sat and modified the program with the new parameters. By the time I finished my tummy reminded me that it was past dinnertime. It was a hurried break, though there was no rush in an absolute sense. She was hyped about getting it working as soon as possible. 

She had a couple of bugs to fix when she ran it, giving a cry of excitement when we finally saw the moon on the third try. She quickly took us zooming down to the surface, turning to give me a wild grin before plunging on down through the layer of ice.

The ice was thick. It seemed to take forever once the camera blacked out and we focused on the small display of the sonar. The tension was palpable as the probe showed nothing. She stopped the descent and we stared at the misty green display, scanning for any bright spots.

We spent the rest of the afternoon trying at various depths and were treated to a sparkling display at the seabed where we found undersea vents, the definition of thermal boundaries giving us a sharp image. 

We were both disappointed, she more so than me. We hadn't proved there was life under the ice but we hadn't disproved it either. Maybe our equipment wasn't sensitive enough. She had discovered the vents, that at least was something. Maybe with a bit of advice we could try again.

I had Professor Lopez to meet. I let Sally stay on to work on her program while I hurried off to the café to see if he'd turn up. I got there in plenty of time and found a table near the door to see him if he came while I consumed my burger and coffee.

He must have seen me through the window; he came straight to me after he'd entered the café. "Did you get a letter too?" he asked in hushed tones as he sat across from me.

"No, I sent it," I replied calmly as I looked him in the face.

"You're Professor Lutner aren't you?"

"Yes. What did you think of the clips?"

"They look authentic. What is the physics department doing with it, and why all of this secrecy?"

"We've discovered a time tunnel, and can look back on twelve thousand years of man's history. We're at the prototyping stage at the moment, and I wondered if you'd be interested in taking part in the trial."

It took him a second or two to digest my words. "God!" he exclaimed. "You mean any time, anywhere?" he continued sounding dubious.

"Yes," I replied nodding my head. "Pick anywhere in modern history, and I'll set up a demonstration."

"This sounds too good to be true; it'll revolutionise everything. We can even solve the riddle of the Sphinx," he said with a short laugh.

"We've already had a look at Santorini. I've got the clip of that, and a bit of Shakespeare."

"How soon would I get my own Time Tunnel?" he asked eagerly.

"I'm waiting on the parts now; as soon as they come I'll be building it. In the meantime, there are preparations you can make. You're going to need a telescope mount and a good camera."

We talked a little more about the set up and what he'd need, telling him about the new module that we hoped to develop and inviting him around the following morning to see our current set up and try it out.




Finding Time 01



When we left, his thanks were effusive, his excitement palpable and his thoughts full of plans for what ages he would explore first. I reminded him it was unpublished work and he should be discreet when talking about it.

I left him happy as I walked back to my lab, texting Sally to tell her the news that the Professor was one of the few now, she replied that the lab was locked up and she had gone back to her room for something to eat. I made my way there and found her in the little kitchen talking with Emily.

Emily had done a bit more research on components for the interface and had a few questions for me. She ran through a list, pinning me down on the parameters and specifications. While we were talking I asked her if she could add a pan and tilt function for the camera. She agreed, adding a USB output to control the camera's orientation.

She gave an estimate of two to three days to have the board proofed and printed, another day to mount the components. We'd have to pay for the materials; it could come out of my budget. We could have the lithographic masks and get our own made in the future.

It was my turn to be generous with my thanks; she'd solved a big problem by integrating everything. All we needed now were the programs to control them. I didn't know anyone who might be capable, and Emily offered to ask around.

She also had a favour to ask: she wanted to visit Troy and see Helen, Achilles, and the Wooden Horse. I invited her over during her dinner break, leaving me plenty of time to grant her wish after the Head of History had been for his show.

I was pleasantly surprised when Sally came over with two plates of food. She sat next to me as Emily made her excuses and left us to eat. We talked as we ate about the sonar system and the need for better resolution. What we needed was a military grade one.

She'd have to submit the idea as a research project and go the official route to get access to equipment like that. Until the parts for the spare machines came I had plenty of time on my hands and Sally's project was a perfect way to spend it.

I helped her wash up the dishes, wondering again how many future eyes were on us now. I was going to give them something to talk about soon, I was planning to ask her out tonight, I wanted us to see how we got on socially, see if we could talk about things other than work.

"Have you got the lab key?" I asked as we finished in the kitchen.

"Are you going back?" she answered.

"No, I was going to ask if you wanted to come out for a drink."

"Mm, that'd be nice. Come on, the keys in my room," she said, starting for the door.

I followed her down and into her room.

"The key's next to the laptop," she said as she crossed to the wardrobe.

I picked the keys up and saw her pulling on a sweatshirt as I turned back.

"Ready," she said, walking back towards the door.

"Yep." I replied as I joined her.

We walked side by side to the Student's Union and headed for the lounge bar on the second floor. It was virtually deserted, just a couple of lads drinking at the bar, I bought a carafe of Sangria and led her to a table in one of the alcoves.

We both had a couple of glasses of wine while we talked about ourselves. We learned that we were both from a middle class background, her father a GP (General Practitioner) and her mother a High Court Usher. She had an older brother and a younger sister.

I joked with her that both her mother and my father, a barrister, would be out of a job when the police had the Time Tunnel to investigate crime. My mother, a teacher, would probably benefit.

I'd been drawn into physics by a fascination with how things worked at a quantum level, she was intrigued by the universe itself and was a fan of SETI (Search for Extra Terrestrial Intelligence). She hoped to work as a staff astronomer scanning local space for near earth objects like comets and asteroids.

I told her about my like for teaching and research. How hard I'd worked to get where I was, choosing my studies over my social life. In all honesty, I'd expected to live a quiet life but now that I'd made this discovery, I had to deal with the consequences. 

My yawn brought on hers as we finished the second glass, the lack of sleep over the past couple of days catching up with me. Sally was also tired and suggested we call it a day. I agreed and took the lead by standing.

Our arms brushed as we walked downstairs giving me the opportunity to take her hand. She turned her hand, rewarding my move by interlocking her fingers with mine. I was elated yet conscious of the fact that the future was looking over my shoulder.

She released my hand and slipped her arm under mine as we walked back to her block, pointing out and naming some of the bright stars we could see through the light pollution.

I debated going for a goodnight kiss, but it was a bit too schoolboyish, kissing on the doorstep. As we got to the door I caught her hand as she slipped her arm from mine, giving it a squeeze as I told her.

"Sleep well, I'll see you in the lab tomorrow."

"Mm, you too," she replied, giving me a smile.

"Okay, Good night then."

"Goodnight," she answered, withdrawing her hand from mine.

Feeling awkward I turned and started walking away. As I got to the intersection with the main walkway I glance over my shoulder but she was gone.

I was playing imagine on the way home, Sally seemed willing to let our relationship cross from professional into a more personal one. My discovery of the time tunnel assured me of at least an associate professorship and tenure. If my discovery weren't too disruptive, I'd be set for life.

I slept well, getting up with my alarm and having a quick breakfast before setting off for the lab to prepare for Professor Lopez's demonstration. Sally came by while I was in the middle of taking the transponder off and reminding myself to look into motorised camera mounts.

It took me five minutes more to free the transponder and another few to realign the camera so it was ready for her to fire up. I walked over behind her, resting my hands on her shoulders. She'd used virtually the same settings as I had to take us back to the Viking era.

I'd left her to it and walked over to my desk, using the time to answer my email when the knock came at the door. "Come in," I shouted, standing.

His eyes stopped at the screen as he scanned the room. "Is that it?" he asked, making his way over.

"Yes," I answered following him. "I'd like you to meet my co-researcher. Sally, this is Professor Lopez, Head of the History Department."

"Hello." he said, offering her his hand. "You can call me George."

"Thank you," Sally answered shaking his hand. "I've picked Denmark during the tenth century, but we can go anywhere you want.

"Can you show me København? It was established about then," he asked excitedly.

She zoomed out, centring the camera over the new location before zooming back down. It looked nothing more than a fishing village, but it made George happy.

"We'll be able to control the camera better in the next model I'm building," I said as I joined him in looking over Sally's shoulder.

We dropped our view through the roof of one of the houses, finding a small group of women sitting around a table. I wondered if George understood their language. He was standing transfixed next to me, his breathing slowed as he stared at the screen.

"This is an end to academic speculation; all the detail you could ever want is there," he said sounding a little sorrowful. "Twelve thousand years you say, that means right back to ten thousand BC."

I hadn't thought of it that way. "Yes, that must be back near the beginnings of man's change from nomadic to pastoralism."

He nodded. "And all of the great civilisations that grew from that." 

I had an odd thought about being able to trace my ancestors.

"The good, the bad and the ugly," Sally put in.

George gave a wry smile. "History is soaked with blood, so there are a lot of ugly things out there for us to see."

"Yes I know," I answered, thinking of the Roman arenas.

"The attack on Lindisfarne is a savage example." He stated.

I recognised the word, or rather place, a monastery set on an island, I knew more about the folk group who adopted the name than the place itself.

He turned back to the screen. "Can we have a look at the settlements in Newfoundland?"

We visited several other times and places, then we talked about the improvements I had in mind. He was eager to have access to one and was willing to work with the deficiencies of our prototype.

I agreed that he would get the first one I constructed and went through the details of the set up he'd need. Sally advised him on the telescope mount he would need, telling him the bigger the better for reducing the jittering effect.

He left about eleven; Sally and I took time out to go for an early lunch so as to be back in time to for Emily's demonstration. Her visit was a quick one. She was going to take pictures, but I went one bett1er and gave her the video clip on a memory stick.

Sally wanted to work on her program to get a look at Venus' surface. I let her carry on while I caught up with my emails. When I took a toilet break, I brought back coffee and talked Sally into taking a quick break.

She wondered how they were getting on with the time tunnel in the Astronomy Department. They'd been star hopping when she was there last. Jumping from sun to sun and mapping the planets in the goldilocks zone. The search for earth type planets was a hot topic with a lot of prestige. I mentally wished them luck, a big headline-grabbing discovery would bring a public focus on one of the time tunnel's more benign properties.

She returned to her work while I did a search for motorised pan and swivel mounts. They were widely available and the mid-range models I was looking at would cost me less than two hundred and could be cable controlled, I should be able to justify that on expenses and went ahead and ordered a few.

I was browsing the news when Sally called me over to show me the picture of a very hazy yellowish landscape. "That's it!" she announced excitedly.

Though I didn't want to admit it, Venus was the same as Mars to me, I just couldn't get that excited about alien rocks. Never the less I stayed and watched, putting my hands on her shoulders and enjoying her closeness. She toured the surface for about twenty minutes, moving from a rocky plain to a sandy one.

My desk phone rang and I answered it; it was the porter telling me he had a parcel for me. When I asked him who it was from, the answer 'Korea' told me my magnets had arrived. Leaving Sally, my excitement quickened my pace. 

The parcel was heavier than I expected and I had to borrow one of his assistants and a sack truck to get it to my lab. Sally shut down and helped me unpack them. Even inside their protective packing the magnets clung together.

There were a hundred of the magnets, twelve for every tunnel and a few spare. Each one had to have its own little coil wound around it, then be mounted around the cluster of iron atoms. It was a bit late to start today, but I had something productive to do tomorrow.

Since I had my car in the staff car park, I suggested another country pub meal, and she accepted. I took her home first to change, having a cup of coffee in the kitchen while I waited.

She came back dressed in a sleeveless cream top that hung down to her thighs and white leggings with wedge sandals. Finishing my drink I stood, my eyes scanning her surreptitiously. She took the cup from me and turned to the sink to rinse it, giving me a chance to admire the rear view as well.

The pub we chose had a terrace and we ate out there. We chatted about the differences that the Tunnel would make, little things like finding where you lost your pen, or where that elusive sock disappeared to.

The talk turned to us finding more useful things to do. Part of the trouble was the amount of time it took to find a specific time and place. The other was that without expertise to interpret what we were seeing we would be no more than sightseers, which struck me as being a little pointless.

I suggested inviting Professor Lopez back, she could showing him how to use it, and then she could help me construct the cores. She told me that she had a ten o'clock appointment with her head of department; she was going to put her sonar project to him. She could join me after, probably around eleven.

She asked me to help draft her proposal, I eagerly agreed and we started to talk about that and on the way to her place. While she could put together the astronomical argument justifying it, I was going to work on the technical details of the method we were going to use.

I finished my bit before her, interrupting her with a request that she check the toilets for me; it was a little on the late side for me to be wandering around a female hall of residence. She took the opportunity to take a break and we ended up in the kitchen making coffee to take back to her room.

She joined me on her narrow bed, sitting close enough for me to feel her warm thigh pressed against mine. She pick my laptop up to read through what I'd written. My arm automatically went around her as she huddled in to let us both see the screen.

She leant back against me, lifting her arm to let my hand slip to her side as she laid her head against my cheek. I was thrilled by her closeness, the aroma of her shampoo, our legs pressed together to balance the laptop.

We sipped our coffee as she read through, asking the odd question to clarify a point or two. She made sure it was saved and closed the lid, leaning forward to put it and her empty cup on the floor. She straightened and took mine, putting that down as well.

When she sat back up, she slipped an arm around my waist. "Thanks," she said, drawing her legs up under her as she half turned and bent in to hug me.

I put my arms around her, my excitement building as my hands smoothed her back. Her weight pushed me back onto the corner of the bed; she followed me over, rising on her knees as I lay back.

I prised off my shoes before I brought my legs up onto the bed, the pair of us turning to lie face to face. She grinned at me. Leaning in I met her halfway for our first kiss. It was my first non-platonic kiss in a long time, and despite the excitement I felt, I was as nervous as a kitten.

I returned the passion in her kiss, rolling my lips on hers as her head twisted from side to side. Still following her lead, I opened my mouth to let her tongue snake in as she pressed it through my lips.

With my arm trapped under her, I could only stroke her back, but the fingers of my other hand were buried deep in her hair, massaging her head as her arms held me tight. She rolled back slightly when she broke the kiss, letting out a soft sigh, as she looked me.

"What?" I asked grinning at her.

"You. You were taking too long to make a move," she replied smiling.

"I was still making sure," I protested.

"Well you're sure now," she said, putting her hands up on my shoulders.

I wasn't sure yet whether she was offering romance or friends with benefits. I knew well enough that I could fall in love with her; I hoped those were her feelings too. In the back of my mind was the fact that but for my upcoming notoriety I'd be an eligible bachelor whose future looked rosy, a future my discovery was set to upturn.

She slipped her hands over my shoulders, looping them across my back, her head nestling next to mine. "I'd invite you to stay but I haven't got any condoms and I'm betting you don't either," she said quietly in my ear.

Her question was unexpected and my heart skipped a beat as I parsed it. 

"No," I answered a little flustered. "You'd win that bet. I can go and get some."

"I doubt there's anywhere open," she replied resignedly. "Oh I wish I could take the pill."

"I can wait till tomorrow," I replied, giving her a grin. "I'll cook you some dinner and you can bring the wine; my place is more private and I've got a bigger bed."

She gave me a squeeze. "Mm, that sounds like a good idea."

"Good, what would you like to eat?" I asked happily.

"What can you cook?" she asked, standing and bringing her hands to my shoulders.

"Try me - I've cooked for myself for a while."

"Oh, a challenge," she said with glee. "Can you do pasta?"

"Yes, I do a good Bolognese?" I asked standing.

"How about a Linguine?" she asked, cocking her head.

"I think I can manage that," I said, slipping an arm around her waist.

"Good, I know a pinot that goes well with it."

Truth be told I'd never cooked one before. I would have to look the recipe up but I was fairly confident of making it work and projected it into my reply. "Okay, pick you up at seven?"

"Yes, if I'm not already with you," she said with a chuckle.

"Okay," I replied smiling back at her. "We'd better transfer my work over. Have you got a memory stick?"

"No, you can email it to me."

"You'd better give me your address then," I said pulling out my phone.

"It's 'sallym1993' etc," she replied.

"Wait a minute," I said as I thumbed my way through the menu. "Okay," I said as I updated the contact.

As I dropped the phone back into my pocket she slipped her arms around me, giving me a quick hug before stepping back.

"So, I'll see you in the morning," I said a little awkwardly.

"Yes," she replied, turning to the door.

I picked my laptop up and put my shoes back on. She gave me another hug as we kissed goodnight, further stiffening my already swollen cock. Making love to her filled my thoughts as I walked back to my car. I was filled with hope, anticipation, and more than a touch of lust.

I remembered to log on and email the work across to her, imagining her sitting naked at her desk as she opened it as I clicked the send button. My cock stirred at the thought and grew harder still as I turned and looked at my bed and thought of her sharing it with me.

I slept well and was at the lab quite early, setting the 3D printer going to make the ribs and mounts for the magnets before starting to wind the coils. As soon as the clock passed nine, I went down to the staff room to phone George and invite him over.

I went back and resumed winding the coils while I waited for him to come over. He wasn't long and he brought two of his post-grad students with him. I showed him how it all worked and left them to it while I carried on with the coils.

I took a break at ten to check on the printer and collect the finished work on the way back. I was considering moving to my shared office because of the distraction of the excited chatter as the Professor and his students explored.

Sally was exuberant when she arrived, her professor had praised her for her originality and would endorse her proposal. Though it wouldn't be formally approved till next week's departmental meeting, she could start researching the sonar array now.

I let her use my laptop while I carried on the tedious work, grateful for the quiet of the room. Sally asked the occasional question but didn't disturb me much until it came to writing the emails.

She'd found three universities that had hydro-acoustics departments and were doing research into advanced echolocation. At this stage, we were only asking for advice without revealing the alien location of the depths.

With the emails sent, she and I took a break for lunch. We looked in on the lab on the way to check on George. He was happy enough, asking me if the students could stay on while he got back to running his department.

I agreed they could stay for the afternoon, but was vague about giving them more time tomorrow. As we were walking over to the student union building, Sally got a text from Emily - she'd found someone who could write the program for us.




Finding Time 02







Finding Time 02



"Mm, I think that needs more work," she said, putting her cup down.

"Yes, I know," I replied putting my cup next to hers. "I'll give it some more thought tomorrow."

She turned, swinging her feet over to lean back on the headboard. "Mm, let's leave it all for tomorrow and relax."

She stretched her hand to take my shoulder, pulling me towards her.

"Wait," I urged, resisting. "Let's get undressed and into bed."

She chuckled and dropped her hand to my waist then started to pull my shirt out. My hands went to the buttons on her blouse. She had fun wrestling my cock out of my boxers and couldn't resist giving it a quick kiss and suck.

I sat up and stopped her by lifting her up and pressing my lips to hers. She responded with passion, pushing her tongue through my lips as our mouths rolled together and her hand caressed the back of my head.

I lay back taking her with me. As she moved, she swung her leg over me, trapping my swollen cock between us. I kept my hand on her neck while my other stroked and caressed her back.

She arched her back to break the kiss, a big grin on her face as she looked down on me.

"Where are the condoms?"

"Still in the desk drawer," I groaned.

"I'll get them," she said eagerly.

She slipped off me and my heart beat a little faster as I watched her nude form when she scampered quickly across to get them, the nipples jiggling on her smallish breasts as she dashed back and jumped up on the bed.

She knelt next to me and took one out of the box, tossing the box to me before ripping the foil open. I pushed the box under the pillow as she turned and grinned at me then looked down and grasped my cock.

The feel of her firm fingers brought an involuntary groan from me and a giggle from her as she fitted it over my helmet. As the pleasure coursed through me, she bent over and used her lips to push the condom down as far as she could before resorting to her hand.

My hand went to her shoulder, gently caressing it as the pleasure from her ministrations flooded into me. I wanted to return the joy she was giving me, to share the enjoyment between us.

My hand slipped down over small of her back and I trailed my fingers down into the crack of her arse. She paused, holding my cock in her mouth as she swivelled to kneel astride me. My hands went to her hips as I pulled her back and lifted my head to start licking at her glistening lips.

I revelled in the aroma and taste as her juices rolled down my chin, enjoying the feel of her silky soft folds as I licked and sucked at them. I had difficulty focusing as I neared my climax, my fingers digging into her thighs as my legs trembled.

She eased up as I erupted, squealing with delight as my hips jerked under her and I groaned with the ecstatic release. As I collapsed spent, she slipped to my side and twisted around to lie back on top of me.

I was still panting too hard to kiss her back but I managed to raise my arms and hug her. Her hands slipped around my neck and she hugged me back. 

"Mm," she sighed as she stopped the kisses and leant her head against mine.

"Mm," I rumbled back as my breathing steadied.

I let my hands roam over her back as she snuggled into me, enjoying the fading glow, the feel of her pressing down on me and the hot rush of her breath on my neck. I wanted nothing more than to hold her, surrender my heart to her.

After an eternity, she stirred and pushed herself up. I moved my hands under her arms, holding her as she drew her knees up to sit on my tummy. As she straightened, my hands slipped in to take her breasts, my fingers and thumbs taking her nipples.

She gave a soft moan and brought her hands up to cover mine. I pinched her nipples from the side and rubbed them against her fingers, eliciting another little moan as she closed her eyes and lolled her head back.

Her already stiff nipples became hard in seconds, I began to roll and squeeze them as her hands eased and slipped to my wrists. Her command of "Wait," was a lot softer than the last one.

As I stopped puzzled, she continued. "Let's get rid of your condom first. Then I want you to seduce me with kisses."

She released my wrists as I let my hands drop. Lifting one leg over she twisted to kneel next to me, her hands reaching for my flaccid wrinkled cock. She pulled the condom off with her finger and thumb.

I'd turned onto one elbow to watch her holding it out as she slipped from the bed and traipsed across to pick up the paper bin and drop it in. She brought the bin back with her and placed it at the side of the bed before climbing back in to lie facing me.

I reached out an arm and hooked it over her back to draw her closer. She wriggled forward as I slipped my other hand to the back of her head and bent in to kiss her waiting lips. Her forearms pressed into my chest as her arms squeezed up, her hands cupping my cheeks as our lips met.

I slipped my tongue past hers as I circled it, my cock thickening with the excitement of our renewed lovemaking. Her hands raked through my hair as our lips rolled together while I languidly ran my fingers up and down her spine.

When I broke the kiss, I peppered her lips and chin with light kisses, putting distance enough between us for my hand to slip around and awkwardly cup her breast. She shifted her arm to give me room, sliding her hand down to rest on my hip.

I gently eased her onto her back then levered myself up to lean over and brushed my lips over hers before twisting down to start licking at her nipple. She moaned with delight as she ran her hand up to my shoulder.

I shifted to my knees to reach her other nipple and start sucking on it, bringing my hand to continue teasing the other one. It wasn't long until she started her soft moans, her hands massaging my head as I swapped back and forth.

I slipped my hand under the pillow and scrabbled around for a condom, clawing one out when I found the packet. Bringing it out I trailed it up her arm as I stopped sucking and began to straighten up.

She took it eagerly and started tearing it open as she half rolled to face me. I sat back on my heels, splaying my knees slightly to let her reach and grasp my jutting cock.

She put it on, her nimble fingers sending jolts of pleasure through me as she rolled it down hand over hand. She gripped it and pulled me on top of her as she rolled back, slipping her leg under mine to leave me lying between hers.

I was surprised and delighted at how quickly her moans started, her body gently flexing under mine as I fucked her. I was even more delighted when the first shudder brought a cry of 'Yes!' from her.

She announced her climax with a shriek of 'Oh God!' I felt the contractions squeezing my cock as the shudders racked her body. Her writhing had me paused hanging over her, taking satisfaction in the rapturous expression on her face.

As she relaxed, I began a slow swing of my hips, evoking more moans. Her hands slipped down to grip my forearms and she looked at me with heavy lidded eyes.

"I want you forever," she gasped, squeezing my arms.

I grinned at her and increased my pace, bringing on another low moan as she arched her hips up. In less than a couple of dozen strokes, I had my climax and collapsed, spent on top of her.

As I recovered I propped myself up on my elbows and looked up to see her grinning face. She brought her hands up, brushing the damp strands from my forehead before running her fingers lightly through my hair.

"Mm, that was wonderful," she sighed dreamily.

"Mm," I replied laying my head down on her chest.

As my cock slipped out, I eased the weight on her hips.

"No-," she protested, clutching my head.

"S'alright," I said reassuringly. "Just letting you relax your legs."

"Mm," she replied contentedly.

"If you like, I can roll you on top," I offered.

"Let's get rid of your condom first, then we can cuddle up," she suggested, hands slipping to my shoulders.

I rolled off to the side and bent up to pull it off. I leaned over on my elbow to drop it in the bin with Sally running her hands over my side and back. When I turned back, she wrapped her arms around me to lie facing me with her knee hooked over my hip.

"Hold me tight," she asked as I looped my arm over her.

I gave her a squeeze as she snuggled in, head on my chest, drawing my thigh up between hers to nestle against her wet pussy.

"Do you like me a lot?" she asked softly.

Turning my head to lay my cheek against her head I whispered, "Yes, I like you a lot."

"Do you love me?" she probed further.

"I think I could, I'm half way there already," I confessed.

"I think I'm falling for you as well," she whispered back.

"I think we could be happy together," I replied, ever mindful of the silent watchers who would already know my life's course.

"Can I move in with you?"

Her words set my heart beating and my spirits soaring.

"Yes!" I answered enthusiastically as she turned her head to face me. "We can get your stuff tomorrow, first thing."

"Not all of it," she said with a chuckle. "You don't have the wardrobe space."

"We'll get a bigger place as soon as I get my Nobel Prize," I replied, laughing along with her.

"If they don't jail you first," she retorted.

"There's always that, but the chances are getting smaller every day."

"You're not safe until you've held your first press conference," she replied, laying her head back on me.

I brought my hand to her cheek, cupping it. "My discovery is out of the box now; the pyramid of those in the know is growing. I'm only the symbolic head."

"It's what you're doing, not who you are," she came back. "You want to give it to everyone."

"I haven't made that obvious yet, if they've been watching, I've shown an interest in history. I can justify building more, not that I need to. It's when I make the phone call or email whoever that I start to show my cards."

"That's tomorrow," she reminded me

"Which leaves us tonight," I replied, caressing her cheek.

"Is that an invitation?" she asked giggling as she lifted her head.

I lifted my arm. "There are more condoms under the pillow."

"Mm, are you recovered enough?" she asked, tentatively rubbing her calf over my cock.

"I will be if we make it a slow seduction," I answered, feeling my cock twitch from the attention it was getting.

She pushed herself up slightly. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Ask away."

"Will you kiss me if I suck your dick without a condom?"

"Huh?"

"I've read that men don't like tasting their own cum, in a survey most said they wouldn't."

"Don't believe sex surveys, it'd be a man thing to say no, it has overtones of Gayness. Very few would stop to consider it in the heat of lovemaking. I know I've kissed a girl after," I replied. "I wondered why you used a condom the first time."

"I won't in future, if you don't mind, I don't."

I twisted, letting her slip to her side as I rolled to face her, my hand pulling her head close to meet her lips with mine. As we kissed, her hand slipped down to grasp my rising cock, giving it a squeeze before rubbing her thumb over my helmet. 

A surge of excitement washed through me, setting my heart pounding and pumping more blood into my stiffening cock. She gave a little giggle after I broke the kiss and then pushed herself up on her elbow and smiled at me before bending to lick the head of my cock.

I stopped her as soon as I was fully erect, pulling her back for up another kiss while my hands slipped around to start teasing her nipples. I let her put the condom on then enjoyed the ride as she fucked me cowboy style.

***

We spent the first five minute of wakefulness kissing and cuddling before the need for the toilet drove us from the bed. With only a small shower, we took it in turns, her first while I brushed my teeth and shaved.

She was dressed in her bra and panties by the time I finished my shower, sitting using my comb to tame her damp hair. I could see her eyeing me as I towelled dry and slipped a fresh pair of shorts on.

"Can I help?" I asked as I turned to face her.

"No, I'm alright. What have you got for breakfast?"

I started listing. "Muesli, shredded wheat-."

"That'll do," she interrupted.

"Shredded wheat?"

"Yes, something quick to give me time to nip into my room and get changed on the way," she replied.

"I thought we were bringing your stuff here," I asked a little puzzled.

"There's no rush, dinnertime or this evening will do. I thought you'd want to get the cores back to the lab first."

"Mm. That could've waited till after," I replied. "There's nothing urgent, all that's left to do is test them with the original to make sure they all work."

"Well I'll drop in and see what's happening in my department first. Is there going to be any free time? They're bound to ask me."

"If you don't need it, they could have the rest of the day. I'll probably only need an hour or so to swap them through."

"Okay, I'll tell them it's okay from about ten 'o' clock," she replied.

I nodded and turned, leaving her to finish her hair while I walked over to prepare our breakfast. After we'd eaten and dressed, I loaded the cores into the car and set off for the campus.

I waited the ten minutes it took Sally to get changed and then dropped her at her department before parking up and taking the first box of three up to the lab. As I passed the receptionist, she called me over.

"Professor Lutner."

"Yes Mary."

"Professor King wants to see you," she informed me.

"Now?" I asked querulously.

"Yes, as soon as you come in." 

"Okay," I replied resignedly. "Can I leave these with you a minute?" I asked proffering the box.

"Yes, that'll be alright." 

I lifted the box onto the counter. "Thanks."

He had a patent lawyer with him and after a quick review of my contract, I found myself richer with forty percent of the royalties. I also had a lot more work on my plate helping Mark, the lawyer, with the technical details for the application.

I took him to the lab, collecting my box along the way and started by giving him a demonstration by revisiting the Roman chariot races. I explained the way it seemed to distort space, allowing us to view distant stars or zoom in on the Earth in the distant past.

He sat there mouth agape at first then became unprofessionally excited as he realised the full potential. I changed his mood when I mentioned the privacy problem, telling him people from the future could be watching us right then.

I brought us back to business by giving him one of the cores to look at as I brought up the printer templates. We were loading them into a memory stick when Sally walked in with a couple of cups.

"Oh hi, I didn't realize you had someone here."

"It's ok. Meet Mark, our patent lawyer. He's here to pick my brains," I answered. "Mark, this is Sally, she's been helping me."

"Morning," Mark said standing and offering his hand.

She put the cups down. "Hi," she said brightly taking his hand.

"I haven't had a chance to do any testing yet," I remarked to her as she turned back to me.

"Do you want me to start?"

"No, we'll do it later. You won't have time before your colleagues come. If you want you can change the programs over, I used the history one to demonstrate it to Mark."

"Alright," she replied with a smile.

Turning back to Mark I asked. "Shall we go to my office? I've a feeling it will be quieter there."

"That's fine by me," he answered, starting to scoop up the papers.

I turned back to Sally. "I'll leave you to it, okay?"

"Yes fine."

I walked Mark to the door, giving Sally a wry smile as I exited.

"So," he started as the door closed. "This is more than just peeping toms, there's no place left for any kind of privacy is there."

"No, there'll be no place to hide anymore; I think it's a small price to pay to prevent total control. Personal privacy verses public accountability, to paraphrase, let's watch them watching us," I replied as we walked to the stairs.

"Unfortunately, and I haven't a clue how, the security services have already got all my notes and have probably built their own by now. I've been expecting them to try and classify it or something," I continued.

""You should use your-, what do you call it?" he asked

"A Time Tunnel or tunnel for short."

"That original," he said, amused. "You should use your 'Tunnel' to follow them, jump back to when they left and follow them."

"That would take forever," I replied dismissively.

"Can't you overclock the computer and speed it up?"

"It doesn't work like that, though now that you come to mention it, we could decrease the-, no increase the sample-, no that wouldn't. Hmm, that's an avenue worth exploring," I replied a little distractedly as we reached my floor.

I led us down the corridor and we got back to business. Apart from a short coffee break, we worked through to lunch time as I sketched out the schematics and tagged everything to his satisfaction.

The title and claim of the patent was to be, 'A Device to Warp Space and Time'. His idea, not mine. I couldn't come up with a better one so it stuck, along with my Time Tunnel name.

He wanted to clarify one or two things and we went for a working lunch and I texted a 'sorry' to Sally and asked her to make sure the lab was locked. While we were talking he brought up the subject of a press release, getting the PR department to arrange a press conference.

I agreed nicely and told him I was thinking of a public announcement after I'd smoothed out some of the wrinkles in the original model. He pressed me, wanting to make the announcement when he filed the patent.

I was a little more forcible in my refusal, insisting on my own timing. Backing down he turned the conversation back to the privacy problem. I reminded him that there were probably people watching us now, it was the minus side of a totally open society.

We talked a little about what society might be like if no crime went unpunished and secrets were impossible to keep. I saw it as one where fanatics could watch fanatics and on home built devices while the rest of us enjoyed supervised free access in public places.

At the end of the meal, he proffered his hand. "It's not often a man stands on the cusp of momentous change and knows it. For better or worse, I agree with you, it has to go public or we'll never be free again. If you need my help just ask."

"Thanks," I replied gratefully. "I might have to take you up on that."

"I've got enough to go on for now, I'll start composing a draft and email you a copy when I'm finished," he said picking up his briefcase.

I thanked him again and texted Sally, asking her where she was. She replied that she was in her dorm packing a few things. I texted her back that I was on my way to join her.

"Steve," she called from the kitchen as I knocked on the open outer door and walked in.

"Hi," I greeted her as I turned into the room.

"How did your meeting go?" she asked.

"Okay. He was surprisingly cool with the privacy aspect and supportive of my idea of open access," I replied as I walked across to her.

I gave her a hug and a light kiss as we came together.

"I'm cooking some chips, you want some?" she asked as she turned back to the cooker.

"No thanks, I've just eaten," I reminded her. "But thanks for the offer."

"Mm," she acknowledged, giving the pan a stir.

"Are you packed?" 

"Yes. My bags are in my room if you want to get them."

"There's plenty of time if you're eating first," I replied, pulling out a chair to sit on. "How was your morning?"

"We spent the time exploring Mars, examining the polar ice sheet," she replied, still concentrating on her cooking.

"Ah, any interesting finds?"

"No, not really. It's frustrating being able to look but not touch."




Finding Time 02



"Aye, but that would make time travel possible as well. Nature won't let that happen I'm afraid," I replied. "Mark brought up an interesting thought, could we speed up the tracking? I was thinking of increasing the frequency drift and lengthening the steps to a second or so."

"It wouldn't gain you much, you'd still have to hold the picture for a few seconds to see what was happening unless it was an over view," she replied, turning to me.

"I know, I was hoping I was wrong."

"What was it for?" she asked before turning her attention back to her chips.

"Something else Mark said. Tracking the scientist that took my notes. It doesn't matter, just a thought," I answered. "Are your colleagues coming back?"

"I said I'd phone when I knew what was happening. Oh, and can they get one of the professors from Geology to take a look at some of this morning's video?" She asked, turning the power off and picking up the wire mesh scoop.

"Yes to the sharing, but I'd like to get back and get the cores tested first, then they can have it."

"Okay, I'll let them know," she answered as she served herself.

I sat back and watched as she ate, trying to make it look casual. She smiled as she caught my eye the second time. I gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged my shoulders.

"You're prettier than the walls and ceiling," I offered as an excuse.

"It's alright; I like to look at you, too." She replied after she swallowed.

"I'm still a little amazed that someone as pretty and intelligent as you are finds me special," I answered, raising my eyebrows as I looked in her eyes.

"You're special in dozens of ways," she replied with a chuckle.

"As long as I'm top of your list the others don't matter."

"Mm," she chuckled. "You're the only one on my list."

She stabbed up a forkful and carried on eating while I lay back, tipping the chair on its back legs. It took us only a few minutes to wash and tidy up before we took our coffee back to her room.

There was an overnight bag and a suitcase just inside the door.

"That reminds me. Do you have a launderette near you?"

"No, I use the one in the student's union," I replied, walking with her to the bed.

We sat together and lifted our drinks together as we each took a sip.

"We still need to look up the Red Cross contact," she reminded me.

"Mm, I know, that's next after I've checked the cores."

"I was thinking, what if we went through their PR department?"

"That's the second recommendation to use a PR route," I mused. "Mark wanted to bring our PR department into the loop. I told him it was a bit premature just yet."

"Well, I thought an approach through them would be the best way to find a sympathetic ear. They'll be easier to convince than some bureaucrat, especially if we can give them a live demonstration, pack it all up and take it to the London office."

"Just ring them up and make an appointment," I said, half joking.

"Who would you pick then?" she asked, taking another sip of her drink.

"One of their chief investigators or their head of department, they would understand an access all areas device like the tunnel. I think they would be an easy sell."

"And the hardest to get to see, it'll probably take you days to get an appointment. This way they will come to you. The PR guy will sell it to them for you."

"Sounds like it might work. Let's give it a try. Thanks."

"Just an idea," she replied.

"Hm," I acknowledged.

When we finished, she took the cups back while I lugged the case and bag down to the car. I had them loaded in the boot before she joined me and was standing with the lid up.

"Sal, do you think that robot arm will fit?" I asked as she came to join me.

"Oh, don't ask me-," she said peering in. "How big is it, how heavy?"

"A hundred pounds, and probably another fifty for the trolley. I think I'll have to split them."

"You're probably better off putting one in the back seat, distributing the weight a little," she remarked.

"Hm, we'll have to see."

I had the radio on as we drove over to my place. We had a quick kiss and cuddle when we dropped her luggage off before setting out, back to the lab. I carried the remaining box of cores up and set about swapping one over to start the testing process.

It took us an hour to check them all. She phoned over to invite her colleagues across as I was testing the last one. When they arrived, we left them to it and got a cup of coffee on the way to my office.

Sally Googled the number of the press office on her phone, writing it down as she sat behind my desk. She pushed the scrap of paper over as I sat down opposite her.

"Now all I have to do is decide how to word my spiel," I said leaning forward to pick it up.

"I've got no advice there, you'll probably have to play it by ear," she replied, resting her elbows on the desk.

"Pass me your phone then," I asked.

She passed it over and I dialled the number.

"Good afternoon, Red Cross press office. How may I help?"

"Good afternoon, my name is Professor Steven Lutner. I'm a member of the Physics Department at the Home Counties University," I started. "You won't have heard about it yet, but we've made a breakthrough that enables us to look through time and space."

"Yes," he replied cautiously.

"Well I'd like to offer you one of the prototypes. With it, you'd be able to look into any prison cell or jail in the world and record what you see. You'd be able to view all written records, listen to all that's being said; all from the comfort of your office."

"That sounds intriguing, but I'm not the person you should be speaking to," he replied.

I hurriedly continued. "No I realise that, but it would take too long to go through official channels. I want to get a working model out and into independent hands before it gets a secret classification slapped on it by the security services. I don't want the government getting control of it."

"So what do you want me to do?" he questioned.

"Well, I can set up a demo for you, and then perhaps you could refer me on to someone who I could deal with."

"I'm not being rude, but have you got anybody to vouch for you?" he asked.

"Oh yes, I've got the email addresses of most of the eminent physicists in the world, they'll confirm the breakthrough. I guarantee my Time Tunnel works. We've already started the patent process and we'll be going public as soon as we've built a mark two."

"This sounds surreal. You're telling me that you've got a device that see through walls-."

"Yes," I cut in. "It's like a worm-hole that you can focus anywhere, the person you're looking at won't know your there. It is the ultimate spy tool. If you let me give you a demo you'll see."

I smiled reassuringly at Sally as I waited for his reply.

"Look, here's my email address; gstaniforth at zyx dot org, send me the contact details and I'll get back to you,"

"Yes, I'll do that but I'd like you to presume you'll get positive answers back. Would you consider making a provisional appointment for some time tomorrow? Time might be running short so I'd like to move on soon as possible."

"Well I'll give you ten out of ten for persistence. I'll tell you what, you email me those contacts and I'll chase them up, if their genuine I'll see you in my office at ten tomorrow." he replied before hanging up.

"Well?" Sally asked as I lowered the phone.

"Tomorrow at ten," I replied with a grin. "I've got to email him my list of contacts first so he can check my bona fides."

"So let's get started," she exclaimed.

Excitedly I pulled out my laptop. Besides emailing him the contacts, I emailed them to tell them I was using them to verify my good standing. After a while, looking over my shoulder Sally had a wander around looking at the books and object d'art on the shelves.

"Okay, that's the last winging its way over the wires," I said, turning to her. "I've got a pile more to answer but they can wait till later."

"You might as well answer them now; we've got nothing else to do until Emily tells us the electronics are ready."

"If you don't mind the boredom."

"Well I can think of better things to do," she said grinning at me.

"Ah so could I, if we weren't tied down here," I replied standing.

She moved to me, her arms opening to hug me, tucking her head into my shoulder as my arms closed around her. My thoughts strayed to the anonymous viewers here to witness the decision point, were they, I wondered, clapping or booing right now.

"Mm," she sighed, brushing her silky soft hair across my jaw as she rubbed her head against me.

I could feel my cock thicken with the thrill of her pressed against me, her soft body moulding to mine. "I'd better get those emails answered," I whispered in her ear. "We can save this time to spend later."

"Mm," she complained as I opened my arms.

"Well, it was your idea," I reproached her as she reluctantly loosened her arms.

"I know, but you're hard to resist sometimes."

"Come on then," I said gently. "If you're quiet you can sit on my lap and cuddle while I run through them."

I tried to type one handed but Sally's closeness was too big of a distraction. Within a few minutes, I had both arms around her as she cuddled into me with a rumbling throaty sigh. I closed my eyes, my head tilting to rest my cheek on hers as I enjoyed the press of her body on mine

If I hadn't been in a shared office, my thickening cock would have probably led to sex. As it was, I suggested that we move to the reading room in the library. She agreed and we strolled over with her linking her arm through mine.

It was getting on toward four 'o' clock when Emily rang. She was on her way to the café and we agreed to meet her there. This time we held hands as we strolled across to the student union building.

Emily waved from where she was seated when we walked in and Sally went over to join her while I headed for the counter to get us a drink. Their excited chatter stopped and Emily treated me to a knowing smile as I put the cups on the table.

"That was quick," Emily said as I sat.

"Ah-," I responded, stalling for time to think.

"Shush, I don't want everyone to know," Sally interjected.

"Well, you're not going to keep your empty room a secret," Emily retorted in a more subdued voice.

"Oh I'll be around for lunch times often enough," Sally replied.

"Ah ha," Emily answered before turning back to me. "I've got your circuit boards here," she carried on, lifting her bag to her knees.

She pulled out a crackly anti-static bag and passed it over. "And here are the masks labelled A and B and the spare boards sans components," she carried on before I could thank her.

I took the proffered envelope and laid it on the table then peeked into the bag. "Thanks," I said warmly as I looked back up at her.

"I've got more yet," she said with a smile.

She dipped her hand into the bag again and brought out a memory stick. "Here are all the specs on it as well. You can get them manufactured from that; I suggest you make a backup of it on your hard drive as well."

"Yes I will," I replied as I took it.

"I took the liberty of putting Alan's program on there as well," she added as she put the bag down.

"I can't thank you enough for this," I said excitedly as I pocketed the stick. "Can you thank Alan as well when you see him?" 

"Yes of course," she replied.

"As soon as I get it installed and calibrated you can both take another dip into history," I continued.

"Oh, can I bring friends this time?" she asked, leaning forward.

"Yes, of course. But not too many," I cautioned.

"S'alright, just two of my closest from the group," she replied gleefully.

"That sounds fine," I said nodding.

Sally leaned forward and picked up the envelope. "Em, do you mind if we run off and try this out?"

"No, of course not. Go ahead and have fun if you want," she answered, grinning as she glanced from Sally to me.

I took a gulp of my coffee before standing, excited by the prospect of trying out an integrated unit at last. Sally stood to join me. "Thanks Em, I'll talk to you later okay."

"Yes, I'll expect your call," Emily replied.

Sally dropped the envelope into her bag as we strolled off, and then took my hand. She turned and waved to Emily as we got the door and I raised my hand in a last thank you as well.

We walked briskly back to the lab, my anticipation growing into excitement as we drew near. The astronomy people were still working hard, tracking down the side of a crater to the obvious delight of the on-looking geologists.

Frustrating though it was I waited the twenty minutes till they finished their scan. While they were downloading their data onto a stick, I disconnected the signal generator and rerouted the wiring to the back of the computer.

Sally shut the computer down when they finished and I broke the rules by opening it up and slotting the card in. I sat nervously looking at the screen as she rebooted it and let out a little sigh as the desktop came up.

I watched over her shoulder as she loaded Alan's program in and brought up the help file. It took us ten minutes to figure it all out, then a couple of minutes each to master it.

"Right, let's give it a proper trial. Load up the Earth program," I asked as I vacated the chair for her.

"Okay, where are we going?" she asked, sliding into the seat.

"To do a bit of sleuthing," I answered. "See if we can track the scientist back to his lab."

It took a few minutes to tune in to the 'when' and pick him up, then we were off tracking him. I had expected him to head for London but he surprised me by heading around the M25 and taking the M40 and then the A40.

It was getting late by the time I followed him down into his underground lab. I did a series of hour jumps, spending a few minutes watching before leaping to the next, until he went home. I jumped up-'when' to this morning and saw that he had what looked like a working model.

Another hour jump and we came upon him demonstrating it to a uniformed colonel and a civilian. I couldn't tell exactly where they were focused on but it was an opulent office and some of the occupants were dressed in Arab robes speaking Arabic.

The scene was a reassuring one; they were busy with their own business and were still using an experimental setup. Unfortunately, it told me nothing about any surveillance of my activities.

"Shall we call it a night?" I asked looking over my shoulder at her. "I'm getting hungry and we've got to dismantle it yet and get it ready for tomorrow's demonstration."

"It's up to you," she replied, leaning in to rest her head against mine.

"Alright, do you want to pick up something to eat or order in?"

"Let's get something from that Chinese place," she proposed.

"Fine by me," I replied, turning back to the keyboard.

It was a struggle getting everything into the car, though the robot only weighed only as much as Sally it took the two of us to carry it. We stopped at the restaurant on the way, and then had the same struggle moving it up into my room.

We ate sitting on the floor with our backs to the bed, talking about the next morning's drive.

"I'm wondering what to show him, something historical or recent. We could show him some of the horrors of Nazi Germany or the Imperial Japanese," I mused. "Or somewhere like Sabra and Shatila or even Srebrenica?"

"Or you could offer him the choice," she said chuckling. "You're over thinking it; leave it till we get there."

"Yes, we'll cross that bridge when we get there."



Finding Time 03







Finding Time 03



"I've got it all here on the memory stick," I replied as he pulled his mobile out.

He dialled as I brought out the stick.

"John, can you spare me a minute. I'm in Gerry's office, join me here," he said when the person answered.

He turned to me as he hung up. "Now let's see this list of yours."

I plugged my stick into Gerry's laptop and copied the files across. John, when he turned up, was introduced as the Sys Admin. I gave him a demonstration and then spent the next half hour working through the details with him.

John had contacts everywhere and knew where he could get twelve more cards manufactured and where to get his hands on a 3D printer to make more globes. I agreed to send him the name of the company I ordered the magnets from and their precise specs.

He also knew a dealer whom he could source the robotic arm and trolley from. He had all the motivation he needed to build a tunnel, he was eager to view Napoleon's side of his great battles and watch him order his troops.

Ron took us to lunch and regaled us with tales of his 'revolutionary' youth, protesting the Vietnam War and sit-ins at University. He went on to castigate today's youth for their indifference and addiction to electronic 'gewgaws'.

Though he was a delightful raconteur, I was glad when we finished lunch and returned to the office. John was still there with Gerry. They had two more guys with them and were exploring a dimly lit building.

I gave them a few minutes to finish up and then unplugged the core and gave it into John's safekeeping. With the rest of it loaded back into my car and a hearty send off from Ron, we navigated back to the A3 and home.

I couldn't have wished for a better reception, Ron would be able to parcel out the machines to offices in various countries. Even though they weren't built yet, I was reassured they soon would be.

Sally wanted to stop at the bedsit first to get changed. I followed her up for the strip show, taking the computer up with me for safekeeping.

"Do you think we could have another look at Europa? Now that we have the new set up I'd like to take a look at the surface of the ice, see if there's any way of dating the leads," she asked as she shed her coat.

I put the computer down. "Yes, no problem. How's it going with that anyway?"

"I'm still waiting on a reply from the University, they have a triple headed search and rescue model with a five kilometre range," she replied, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to her feet.

As I walked over to the bed, she stepped out of the skirt then bent to pick it up. My cock twitched at the sight of her nylon clad backside and taut thighs as I sat on the bed to watch.

She rehung the suit while I fantasised about our bedroom gymnastics that night. She kept the blouse she had on and chose a denim skirt to wear, pulling it on with a sexy wiggle of her hips.

My mobile rang as I stood; it was the number for the Patent guy. "Mark, Hello?"

"Steve, I need your signature on one more piece of paper," he said.

"Is it urgent?" I replied. "I'm on my way to campus now."

"If you've got time, tomorrow will do if you're pressed."

"No, I can swing past the Admin building just as easy. It won't take five minutes to scribble my name," I answered.

"Okay, come right up when you get here, I'm in room G7."

"Okay," I replied, as I started again for the door. "I'll see you in twenty."

"Ciao," he answered, as he hung up.

"What did he want?" Sally asked, linking to my arm as I put the phone away.

"Sign some more papers," I replied walking with her. "I'll have to stop at the Admin block for a few minutes."

"Boring," she remarked. 

"I know," I answered, pulling the door closed behind me.

We drove over and I left her waiting in the car while I nipped in. Finding his room, I gave a courtesy knock on the door before walking in.

"Ah, Steve," he said looking up. "One moment, have a seat."

He glanced back down at the folders in the tray as I walked across, pulling out one and opening it as he laid it flat on the desk. As I sat down, he asked. "Have you thought any more about the launch yet?"

"Not really, I'm still busy getting Tunnels into independent hands."

"How's that going?" he asked, as he passed me a sheet of paper.

"I've got the Red Cross on board and a contact in the International Court in The Hague," I replied as I signed.

"Good, so things are moving on."

"Yes," I agreed, passing him the paper back.

"Well, if I can help at all...," he replied, as he took the sheet from me.

"Yes, thanks. I've got Sally waiting in the car so excuse me, I have to run."

"Oh, okay. Thanks for popping in."

"No problem." I answered standing.

I gave him a brief smile and turned for the door. Sally gave me a grin as she saw me approaching.

"That was quick," she said, sounding pleased.

"Just signed and ran. Told him I had you waiting," I replied, as I climbed into the car.

"We've left the computer at home," she said, glancing over her shoulder at the empty place on the back seat.

"Oh damn, I'll go back for it when we've unloaded these," I answered wearily. 

"We can call it a day if you want; I've got a few things to catch up on with the girls. We can drop this off and you can drop me at the dorm while you go back for the computer," she suggested.

"Yes, that's okay. I can get it set up and collect you when you're ready."

After lugging the arm and trolley up, I dropped her and set off home. On the journey, I wondered if I'd done enough to risk going public yet, what my audience would tell me if they could.

By the time I got home, I'd resolved to talk to the PR people tomorrow. It would probably take a day or two to organize, time enough to talk to The Hague court contact that Ron said he'd talk to.

Driving back, I stopped off at the Admin block to pop in and set up an appointment for the morning. The sign on the door took me to the third floor and their own receptionist.

"Hi," I greeted her. "I'm Professor Lutner from the Physics Department. I'd like to talk to someone about launching a new discovery I've just made."

"Ah, you'll want to talk to Carol, I'll get her for you," she replied brightly.

"No, I'd like to set up an appointment for tomorrow morning. I only called in on my way to the lab, I have an experiment to set up," I explained.

"One moment then while I check her diary," she said, tapping on the keyboard. "She's free all morning, what time suits you?"

"First thing would be fine," I replied, planning on dropping in early to leave the rest of the day free.

"Okay, I'll book you in at nine then. Will half an hour be enough?" she asked while typing.

"Yes probably, it's only an exploratory meeting."

"Okay, it's booked for you, we'll see you then."

"Thanks," I said returning her smile.

"You're welcome," she replied turning her attention back to the screen.

I walked back out to my car and drove on to my lab. There I set up the tunnel, ran the astronomical program to check everything was working and then shut it down to spend the next hour or so dealing with my email.

Sally texted me to pick her up. On the way out I took one of the spare cores with me to show Carol in the morning. I was feeling satisfied with the way the day had gone with one of my major goals achieved.

I pulled into the car park and walked over to Sally's dorm thinking about what to eat, I felt like a celebratory meal and a bottle of wine and was debating myself whether to eat in or out.

I found Sally in Emily's room along with two other girls.

"Steve," Sally said, as I walked in. "Can you show Debbie the ancient Greek Olympics and prove that men competed naked."

"Yes, if you want, we can set it up for tomorrow afternoon if that's ok," I replied.

"Can you make it late afternoon?" Debbie asked.

"Yes, no problem," I replied, as I walked over to join Sally.

She got up from the seat to let me sit and then sat on my lap with her arm hung loosely around my neck. As she snuggled in, I slipped my arm around her waist and let my hand rest on her thigh.

"Have you met Debbie and Karen before?" asked Emily.

"No," I answered, with a little shake of my head.

"Sally was telling us your discovery would abolish crime. The police will be able to record the whole event," Debbie said enquiringly.

"Anybody with access to a Tunnel could. That's the beauty of it, not only will it stop rapists and muggers but it will catch the white-collar cheats as well. We'll finally have honest politicians and bureaucrats," I replied.

"It's also going to put an end to printed exam papers if you can see them being printed," put in Karen.

"There's going to be changes we can't imagine," Sally chipped in. "This is going to reshape society by giving us a level playing field."

"Sport is going to take a big hit I think, so will films and live productions," I added.

"How much will they cost then?" asked Karen.

"Ah, I haven't worked that out. You can get the magnets for about twenty pounds, but I think we get an educational discount. The printed parts are a couple of pounds each," I said out loud, working things out in my head. "Two, two fifty with manufacturing costs. Add on fifty for other costs and profit and you're probably looking at around three hundred."

"Oh, that's not so bad, most people could afford that," she replied.

"Then," I went on. "There's the cost of the computer, robot arm and trolley, the control board and the camera."

I paused a second. "A wild estimate would be around a thousand for a quality system. The trolley and arm could be combined into one and loose a lot of the sophistication, it only needs one axis of movement. That could be mass manufactured along with the core."

"That's still not so bad, people will pay that for a large screen TV," she replied.

"I'd like to see them in places like libraries, internet cafes, so the public at large had access, if we could keep the price to a thousand or so it wouldn't be that costly to do." I added.

"Museums, if they had them in museums that would be fabulous," Debbie said excitedly.

"And your homework tonight is to study the Battle of Hastings," said Karen with a chuckle.

I smiled at the thought, turned, and dipped my head. "Are you hungry?" I whispered into her ear.

"You want to go?" she questioned back.

"I'm in no hurry, but I was thinking of a meal out," I replied quietly. "We might need to book a table."

Sally straightened up. "Okay. We're off to eat. I'll see you all later."

She slipped from my lap and stooped to pick up her bag. I followed her as the girls gave us their goodbyes, taking her hand as she paused to open the door.

"What do you fancy eating?" I asked as we walked out.

"I don't know, you choose," she replied.

"How about that fancy Texan restaurant, they're supposed to have the best steak and ribs around," I suggested.

"Mm, that'll do."

I opened the door for her when we got to the car and then walked around and got in myself. I pulled out my phone and looked up the restaurant on the net, reading out the number for Sally to dial.

"What time shall I say?" she asked as it rang.

"Seven, eight, I'm easy," I replied.

"Hello," she answered. "Could I make a reservation for this evening?"

...

"Six 'o' clock please," she said, her eyes seeking mine.

.... I widened my eyes as I looked back.

"Yes, Professor Lutner."

...

"Thanks," she replied, smiling at me as she hung up. "I'm too hungry to wait till seven," she exclaimed.

"It's alright but it doesn't leave us much time to get changed and get there," I replied.

"Shall I ring and change it?"

"No, we'll just have to hurry. We can ring them if it looks like we're going to run late."

I started the car and felt Sally slip her hand onto my thigh as I drove off. The homeward bound traffic was slow and I turned the news on as a distraction as I trundled along the clogged road.

I carried the globe up with me, letting Sally go first as we got inside.

"What shall I wear?" she asked, crossing to the wardrobe.

"Oh I don't know, something smart, casual," I replied, as I walked over to the chest of drawers.

"Not jeans then," she replied with a chuckle.

"Designer jeans would be okay," I joked as I pulled out a clean shirt. "Something pretty that'll turn heads," I added in a more serious voice.

"A short skirt and tight top would turn heads if I had the boobs," she said, still amused.

"They're big enough for me and just the right size for your figure," I replied, walking across to her.

"Mm," she said as she folded her outstretched arms around me.

I kissed the top of her head as I wrapped my arms around her. "Come on, we haven't got time for cuddles now."

As if on cue, her tummy rumbled. We both burst out laughing as we untangled ourselves.

"Oh well," she said stepping back and starting to undo her blouse.

I turned back to the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt. Sitting to strip my shirt off, I watched as Sally unzipped her skirt and pushed it down off her hips. My cock twitched at the sight of her tight round nylon clad bum as she bent and picked it up.

I tore my eyes away and finished putting on the fresh shirt then bent and took my trainers off before looking up at her again. She was stepping into a pencil skirt that proved to be figure hugging as she pulled it up.

"Zip me up?" she asked, as she looked up to see me gazing at her.

She turned her back to me as I stood and walked across. "This is definitely sexy," I said leaning in to kiss her ear as I zipped and then clipped the tab.

She twisted around as my hands slipped to her waist; her smile broadened as she ran her hands up my chest and hooked them around my neck. The touch of her bare skin under my fingers excited me, bringing my cock to life as she pressed herself against me.

I slipped my hands up her back, my fingers sliding under her bra strap, for a second I was tempted to unsnap it.

"Yes, but it's a little impractical for normal wear," she commented as she arched back.

"Mm," I replied.

"I haven't got a sweater so will a polo neck do?" she asked with an innocent girlish voice.

I chuckled and released her. "I don't know, you'll have to model it."

With a smile on her face, she turned back to the wardrobe and brought out a dark green top. Slipping her hands into the sleeves, she pulled it on. It highlighted her slim waist, the gentle rise of her breasts and contrasted nicely with her chestnut hair.

"Mm," I said appreciatively.

She gave a chuckle and stepped closer. "I'm glad you approve," she replied, her hands taking the hem of my shirt and starting to tuck it in.

I slipped my arms over her shoulders as she pressed her chest against me to reach around my back. When she finished she kissed my cheek before backing off and looking me up and down.

"What shoes are you wearing?" she asked.

"The black loafers," I answered.

"I'll go with my three inch wedges then," she said turning and stooping to extract the shoes.

I took mine from her as she straightened and turned back to me.

"Have you been there before?" she asked as she put her shoes on.

"No. I've been past, you can't miss it with all that signage," I replied, as I shuffled my feet in.

"One moment," she asked as I turned to the door.

She moved over to the dressing table, gave her hair a brush through, and then applied a touch of lipstick.

"Ready," she said turning to me.

I nodded and held out my hand to her as she walked across to me. We talked of food, then shopping as we drove there, making an imaginary list of things we needed to buy.

Both Sally and I had the eight ounce with mushroom sauce, chips and a side salad. We ate mostly in silence, only commenting on the quality meal of the as we chomped our way through the steak.

On the way home, we talked about getting the laundry done and looking for somewhere larger to live. We also stopped off and bought a bottle of wine to help us relax later.

"What's the globe for?" she asked, as we got in.

"Oh, that's to show Carol from PR, I'm seeing her first thing in the morning," I replied. "That's the bit we're patenting."

"Oh, you didn't mention it," she queried.

"No. I stopped on the way back with the computer and arranged it." I replied.

"This is going to be the exciting part, meeting people and getting your message out there," she said, sounding a little excited.

"I'm not looking forwards to the notoriety it's going to earn me," I replied wryly.

"Oh the irony, the man who destroys privacy dislikes publicity," she said chuckling again.

"It's not that, dealing with reporters is like wading into a rugby scrum. I've seen the way they can hound people," I replied, as we sat on the bed.

"Oh, you'll manage," she said still smiling.

"I'll have to, if I'm to get the message out," I answered, toeing my shoes off before twisting to lean back on the headboard.

"Have you thought what you're going to say yet?" she asked.

"Not really, I was going to lay out the pros and cons to her and see what she thought was the best approach," I answered pensively.

"Yes, I suppose we should listen to her ideas first," she remarked.

She bent and undid her shoes then crawled over to sit beside me.

"You going to open the wine?" she asked turning her head.

"Mm," I nodded.

I twisted my legs off the bed and sat up. The bottle was next to the bed but the cups were over on the draining board, making me get up and walk over. I passed the cups over and climbed back on to join her clutching the bottle.

Unscrewing the top, I poured us half a cup each before replacing the top and parking it between my legs. "Well, here's to the unknown," I said, raising my cup.

She chuckled as she clinked my cup.

"What?" I asked.

"I was just thinking of our invisible watchers, they'd know if we could ask them," she explained.

"Ah," I acknowledged, before taking a sip.

She took a drink of hers before snuggling up next to me. "Shall we look at estate agent ads, see what's available?"

"If you want. The laptop's on the desk."

"Mm, in a minute then," she replied softly as she rested her hand on my thigh.

I was content with her closeness and my thoughts drifted to the points I'd make to Carol in the morning. As far as the public was going to be concerned, there was one big no-no, the loss of privacy. 

Balanced against that was the good it would bring, policing and gaols reduced to a minimum, governments that will govern in our best interests and tame the capitalists excesses.

"More?" she asked, removing the bottle.

"Mm, yes," I answered, turning to look at her.

She handed me her cup and unscrewed the top. "Say when," she said, filling mine first.

"Enough," I exclaimed, as it reached half way.

She filled hers the same then capped the bottle and replaced it. Sitting back, she took her drink back and sipped it. "I wonder how long it'll be till things are settled again?" she mused.

"That could take years; it depends on how much anarchy there is. What will people do when they find out how corrupt and dishonest the ruling class really is? How easy will they go? The more resignations there are the quicker normalcy will be restored."

I stretched my arm around her shoulder, letting my hand slip to her waist.

"I think you're being a bit optimistic, you're going to be shaking the foundations of society, Businesses as well as governments are going to fall." she replied.

"I know, but the politicians are the soft targets, imagine ten percent of the population emailing them to resign, hundreds of thousands of people out protesting in the streets, how long could they resist the pressure?"

"Ah, the plans of mice and men. I can't see it running that smoothly," she replied.




Finding Time 03



"I can, don't forget there'll be oversight of any plans the government make; a few Tunnels in the hands of real reporters and any dirty trick would go viral on the net in minutes. With the truths of the back room deals beyond dispute and the people baying for their blood they'll resign because they'll have no other option."

"I wish I had your confidence, I can see it working perhaps in Western democracies but how about places like North Korea? There's no internet there."

"Those will come in time; once the West is people powered the world will follow. With businesses tamed, we can stop polluting the earth and trade ethically. More important than that, is the elimination of wars and verifiable total disarmament. No more nuclear weapons or missiles."

"Utopia finally realised, now that is optimistic," she said with a chuckle.

"Hey, if we crack AI and get full automation, then it could really set us free, the big one would be fusion power. If we solve that as well, then we could create paradise," I replied, puffing up my chest in mock outrage.

She kept laughing, nearly spilling the wine.

"Seriously though," I added. "That brings up the next problem, manufacture and distribution. I've no doubt the University is already exploring licencing it, but I'd like to see if we can start a little factory, sell them to libraries as public access points."

"You could probably get funding for that, you could probably get advice at the enterprise/science park," she replied.

"Mm, I was wondering if the University would fund it, sort of a joint project."

"Mm," she replied as she leaned forward to take the bottle again.

She topped up the cups with the last of the wine then passed me the bottle, holding the cup carefully I leaned sideways to drop the bottle to the floor. She cuddled into me as I lay back, slipping under my arm as I draped it over her shoulder.

As we sipped at our drinks, my thoughts returned to the factory. It would've been nice if we'd had a couple of hundred demo models when we launched the news. Selling them off to the journalists would be a smart move.

I wondered again, what my invisible watchers were making of my efforts. There were probably other steps I'd missed as well, as I muddled through. The other thing that I wished they could tell me was what the security services were doing.

"Let's get that laptop and look for flats," she said, passing me her cup.

"Ah ha," I acknowledged as she scrambled over me.

She balanced the laptop on my thighs as she stopped at the side of the bed. "Let's get more comfortable," she said, as she reached around her back and unzipped her skirt. She picked it up and folded it over the headboard while giving me a grin.

She scrambled back over me, snuggling in close again as she took the drinks from me. I opened the laptop up. "We should try a search for accommodation agencies," she suggested as I booted it up.

"Ah ha," I acknowledged, as I took my wine back.

We spent around half an hour checking out the listings and selected two possibilities, emailing them and asking for a viewing. By the time we were finished, it was getting dark outside and I felt I'd done enough for the day.

"Shall I put some music on?" I asked, giving her a little squeeze.

"No," she replied, reaching and closing the lid. "Let's get ready for bed."

My ears pricked and my cock twitched at the mention of bed. I swung my feet over the edge and used my elbow to sit up. She rolled after me sitting where I had sat as I carried the laptop back to the desk.

She was stripping her top off when I turned back, her breasts wobbling as she tugged it over her head. I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked over, my cock thickening rapidly as she turned my libido to high.

She waited and reached out to my bulging zipper when I was close enough. Her fingers slipped under my shorts and she tugged them down, letting my rampant cock spring out.

She held my hip with one hand and my shaft with the other, looking up at me as I put my hands to her shoulders and trod my trousers from my feet. When I was free she pulled on my cock and leaned in to start licking and kissing my helmet.

I shuddered as the pleasure sent a tingle through me, my hands starting to stroke her back.

"Oh," I complained, looking down as she stopped and raised her head to look up at me.

"My tights," she explained, giving my shaft a squeeze before releasing it.

She lay back, drawing her knees up then stretching her feet up to rest them on my shoulders. I grasped her calves and she lifted her hips to slip her tights and panties down then relaxed back on the bed.

I bent, her calves sliding over my shoulders as my hands slipped down over smooth slick nylon to her thighs. She gave a little giggle as I started to roll the tights off, her legs tightening momentarily on my neck.

I looked up at her face as I straightened, my hands caressing her soft skin as I rolled them down to her knees. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, her lips pouting as she blew me an air kiss.

As she bent her knees back, I tugged them down and over her feet. She grinned up at me as she looped her legs around my waist and pulled me in. My helmet grazed her thatch and was pinned between us. I leaned forward, my hands landing outside her arms as she stretched up and slipped them around me.

"Mm, this is the best time of day, alone in bed with you and the rest of the night ahead," she said, slipping her hands up to my shoulders.

I dipped further, rubbing noses before pressing my lips on hers. She responded passionately, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her tongue snaked in to wrestle with mine.

"Ah," she sighed, as she broke the kiss.

I pushed my hands under her sides and raised her up. Bringing a knee up onto the edge of the bed, I rolled us over to the centre to lie facing each other. With my free hand, I unsnapped her bra then pulled the strap down over her shoulder.

She slid her arm back, letting the strap slide down as she rolled to her back. I bent my head as I rolled to her, my lips finding hers as my hand traced up to cup her breast. She gave a little moan through her nose as our tongues met halfway.

The kiss was soft and sensual, our tongues lazily circling. Her nipple stiffened quickly as I rolled and tugged at it while her hands rubbed and stroked my back. She broke the kiss with a longer moan, her arms tightening to give me a squeeze.

I pulled my arm from beneath her and, looking at her face, brought my knees up to hover over her. I cupped both breasts as I bent in to steal another kiss, feeling both nipples hard under my fingers.

She brought her hands around to my head, her fingers ploughing through my hair as she pressed her lips against mine. The thrill of our intimacy, the pleasure I was giving her, all adding to boost my excitement.

I ended the kiss, sliding my lips off hers to lick and nibble my way down her neck. I trailed kisses to the rise of her breast then used my tongue to trace a route to her nipple. She let out a soft moan as I slid my tongue tip across it.

I swapped nipples a few times taking her to the state where she was breathing hard and starting to writhe a little under me before I made my next move. My hand snaked down to her navel as I teased her by pausing there a few seconds.

Her hips arched up as my fingers brushed through her pubes and my middle one dipped into her wet slit. "Oh-," she sighed as I started to stroke my fingertip through the silky folds of her valley.

Her fingers dug into my scalp, pressing my lips against her breast as I focused back on them, rolling the nipple of one in my teeth while my thumb and forefinger tweaked the other.

I was enjoying myself as much as she was. The touch and feel of her soft body under me, her soft moans and sighs, they all served to feed the flames of desire. At this moment in time, she was all I'd ever need or want.

I shifted my attention back to her cunt, my finger slipping down to tease the ridges and folds at the entrance to her tunnel. Her hips thrust against me and I pushed my finger down, bringing a gasp from her as it slid deep inside her.

As I started to finger fuck her, I stopped suckling at her nipple and began to lay a trail of sloppy kisses down over her ribs and flat tummy to the fringes of her pubes. Her hand snaked between my legs as I shuffled around on my knees, grasping my engorged shaft and giving it a squeeze.

She spread her legs wide as my tongue dragged over her bush and into her slit. I traced my tongue along the slight rise to find her hard springy nub. She shivered as the tip of my tongue brushed over it, a cry of delight escaping her lips.

I revelled in her taste and aroma, the texture of the soft folds surrounding the hard pearl and the scratchy hair under my chin. I remembered the finger inserted into her and began to stroke in search of her G spot.

I felt the first, slight, shiver run through her, her body tensing momentarily as she shrieked, "Ah." Her hips rolled up as she shuddered again, her free hand crossing to clasp my hip as the other throttled my shaft.

Her groan turned into a shriek as her body convulsed, her back arching up as I pushed myself aside. I could hear her rasping breath as I twisted around to lie beside her. She turned to me, her arm looping over my back as she murmured. "That was nice."

"Payback for your blowjob last night," I replied, grinning at her.

She chuckled. "I'll swap a blowjob for that any day. That was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had."

I leaned in and sealed her lips with mine, letting her tongue slip in as she rolled her lips on mine. As we kissed, I snaked my arm between us to cup her breast with my thumb crowning her hard nipple.

Her arm slid down me, her hand skimming over my hip to seize my shaft.

"Condom," she gasped as she broke the kiss.

I rolled back slightly, my hand slipping under the pillow to search for one.

"Here," I said, flourishing it as I pulled it out.

She took it from me, using her teeth to rip it open as she sat up. I rolled onto my back as she leaned over to position it on my helmet. The thrill of her hands rolling it down sent a shiver through me and brought a giggle from her.

She held my shaft by the root as she swivelled around and cast a leg over me to kneel athwart me. She spent a few seconds rubbing my head over her clit before positioning it at the entrance and pushing down.

Her sigh matched my moan as her firm tunnel stretched to accommodate me. As I filled her, she leaned forward, her hands slipping up my chest to clasp my shoulders. As she dipped her head to kiss my chest, I automatically folded my arms around her.

She straightened, my hands slipping around to take her breasts as she slowly began to rock. My eyes closed as the pleasure surged though me, my hands tightening on her breasts momentarily, as I let out a soft moan.

My thumbs found her nipples as she sped up, her natural motion rolling them against the pads. She moved her hands to grasp my biceps and I peeked up to see her grinning face as she happily pounded her arse against me.

It took only a few minutes for her to climax again, her body jerking as her knees gripped tightly and her nails dug into my arms. I could feel the waves of pleasure as her spasms rippled through my buried shaft.

She was still trembling as she sagged onto my hands, her eyes opening blearily as she grinned at me. 'I love you,' she mouthed through her panting breath. I grinned back at her and she blew me a pouty kiss then started to rock her hips again.

Minutes later, it was my turn to moan and buck my hips as she brought me to my climax, my hot seed caught in the swelling bubble as I spurted time and again. She gave a short laugh as she lowered herself on top of me, her hands slipping down to encircle my neck as she lay her head on my chest.

I automatically folded my arms around her as the glow faded, hugging her tight as my love and need for her bloomed to take its place. The world around intruded when my now flaccid cock slipped out.

She groaned, her head turning to look up at me. "I wish that didn't happen," she sighed.

"Mm," I agreed as I tilted my head down to see more than the top of her head.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, grinning at me as I craned my head.

"You're all that a girl could wish for," she said, pulling herself up level with me.

"And you're all the woman I could want," I replied.

"Mm," she sighed, leaning in to kiss me.

The kiss was sensual; she nipped at my lower lip and ran her tongue over it to start. I responded by licking at her nose and making her giggle before responding by lightly tracing kisses around my mouth then sealing my lips with hers.

My fingers drew lazy circles on her back as she lifted her hips and straightened her legs to lie fully on me. "Cuddle to my back," she whispered, as she broke the kiss and slipped down to my side.

As she twisted over, I reached down to pull the condom off. As I rolled away from her to drop it over the edge of the bed she rolled back to face me.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Clearing up so we can sleep," I replied, turning back to her.

"Mm, hurry up."

"Turn back then," I said, as I faced her.

She reached and brushed her fingers over my cheek before she turned to back me. I snuggled in, letting her intertwine her legs with mine as I slid a hand over to hold her breast.

It wasn't long before we both drifted off to sleep.



Finding Time 04



The alarm woke us and after I'd hit the snooze button we spent the minutes cuddling up and then, when she rolled to face me, kissing and hugging till the alarm's insistent beeping called a halt.

We showered, dressed and ate a lazy breakfast. Sally decided that she'd prefer to go work in the lab and let me sort out things with the PR lady. It was a cold rainy day outside so I dropped her off at the department before making my way back to the Admin block.

"Good morning professor," the receptionist greeted me brightly. "Carol's in the small conference room, second door on the right."

"Thanks," I replied with a nod, as I walked on past her.

I gave the door a knock and walked on in. Carol stood and held her hand out to me.

"Hi, I'm Carol Lampard. Won't you take a seat?"

She looked to be in her thirties, nicely tanned, her glossy black hair looking straight cut just under her ears. She was dressed in a dark blue business suit with a pale blue blouse and matching four-inch stilettoes.

I gave her well-manicured hand a brief shake and took the seat next to her.

"How may I help you?" she asked, as she resumed her seat.

I put the globe on the table before I replied, "I take it you haven't yet heard of my discovery? In the simplest terms I've discovered a Time Tunnel, something that lets you view history as it happened."

I could see from the slightly quizzical look she gave me that she hadn't understood. "What it means is the device will let you view any event in history that you tune it to. You want chariot races at the Coliseum or the Indy 500, it's all there."

"What, you mean like looking at a screen?"

"Yes, I can give you a demonstration if you want."

"Oh, I'll take your word, but it would be nice to see history being made if I could," she replied, her brow furrowed in thought.

"We can arrange that for later," I said smiling at her. "Right now, I want to find out if I'll be stepping on anyone's toes."

"I don't get you?"

"Can I do this myself? Make the announcement about what I've discovered or should I let the university make it?" I asked.

"Well, we can call a press conference for you, but I'll have to check with Andy, our manager, to get it officially sanctioned," she replied.

"Would he be busy now?" I asked.

"I don't know," she answered, glancing to the phone on the table.

"Could I talk to him do you think?"

"I- um, I'll see if he's free," she answered, reaching for the phone.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Oh hi Ann, could you put me through to Andy?" she asked.

...

"Thanks."

I heard the faint purr of the ring as she waited.

"Andy, hi, this is Carol. I've got Professor Lutner with me and he wants to know if we've got any plans regarding his discovery of the Time Tunnels?"

... The voice wasn't distinct enough to hear.

"Yes, Professor Steven Lutner," she confirmed, glancing at her tablet.

... His reply this time was quite short.

"Yes, we're on our way," she replied before replacing the handset. Looking up at me she said, "He'd like to see you."

"Oh," I said, a little surprised by the turn of events.

She stood, pushing her tablet into her bag as she turned and led the way. I held the door as we exited then widened my stride to catch her.

"I usually only deal with press relations," she confessed to me. "Write the press releases and do interviews with the reporters."

"That's the kind of support I'll need. My discovery is going to change the world and make me very unpopular in certain circles. I've opened a new Pandora's Box," I replied.

"How?" she asked.

"I'm going to cost you your privacy, that's the biggest problem. You can use it to spy on people as well. Anyone can watch you undress for bed or take a shower," I replied.

She stopped in her tracks. "Huh?"

"I'm afraid so, you, me and everyone in the world could use one to peek into anyone's bedroom," I explained.

"That won't be allowed surely," she said anxiously.

"It's the other side of the penny; if the government gets to control it, then I see an even darker future for us. It has to be in the hands of the people to keep the government in check," I answered, my calm voice belying the importance of the words.

"But we can't let people go around spying on people," she protested.

"No, I agree. But there's no way to prevent its misuse, it's going to be easy enough to build your own, if you can afford it."

"Oh, that's creepy, only the rich pervs-."

"Who'll have all the most beautiful women in the history of the world to drool over," I cut in.

"That's not the way most people will see it, it'll make everyone paranoid," she replied.

"I hope to circumvent that by putting tunnels in public places, libraries, civic buildings. In a generation they'll be ubiquitous, crime won't exist, capitalism will be tamed and politicians honest," I said confidently, taking her elbow and turning to walk on.

"All of them are good selling points, but privacy is going to be a big sticking point," she replied, walking on with me.

"Well, being a Peeping Tom will still be against the law. The police can use their Tunnels to check up on anybody who's suspected of misusing one, they won't have many real crimes to solve," I answered.

"I can't imagine a world like that, paranoia making people honest. Everyone mentally looking over their shoulder no matter where they are or what they're thinking of doing," she declared with a little shake of the head.

"The kids will soon adapt," I replied. "It's the rich and famous who are going to suffer through the change, for those of us who live normal honest boring lives, what are we doing to make us worth watching is the best message I can think of."

"Huh, tell them they're lives are worthless, they're too boring to be spied on?" she retorted, amused.

"Well I'm sure you could dress it up better than that. Or better still, bury it in the small print," I replied dryly.

We stopped at the end door and Carol knocked.

"Come," a voice called.

She opened the door and ushered me through, then followed. The whole of the back wall was glass, to our right was a desk and chairs and to our left stood Andy in a small group of easy chairs.

"Professor," he greeted me. "Come and sit here. I've been talking to your Head of Department about your little discovery. You're setting the worlds of History and Astronomy alight."

Carol hesitated and I put my hand in the small of her back and urged her forward as I took a step. I guided her in first and took the seat opposite Andy.

"Tea, Coffee?" he asked, as he sat.

"No thanks," I replied.

"Now, we think it should be used primarily as a research tool-," he started.

"I beg to differ," I interrupted. "I think the people have a right to free access. There's no other way to handle it if we're going to preserve human rights."

"Undoubtedly you've thought through the consequences of that?" he asked.

"Yes, I was discussing them with Carol just now. This has the potential to make society fair and just. No more war, no more crime, total oversight of our elected and appointed officials and the taming of capitalism. Against that is the loss of privacy, everybody knows everybody else's business. In a funny way I can see that turning into a bonus for future generations if it banishes prudery," I replied.

"The people can't take a culture shock like this; it'll cause all kinds of chaos. There could even be riots or revolution," he argued.

"Yes," I replied bluntly. "It's going to cause a massive social upheaval; I wish it could be avoided, but we need to get it out there before the powers that be try to suppress it. The loss of privacy is the lesser evil when compared to the loss of our freedom under some totalitarian government. I'd prefer to die as a martyr rather than a slave."

"You can't destroy civilisation because you think it's the right thing to do," he argued back. "The big picture-"

"The big picture is, this is a turning point in history. For better or worse the discovery has been made, the secret's out there. The spooks already have a working prototype of their own -"

"How did they get hold of it?" he asked alarmed.

"God only knows, they've probably got moles here. I've been expecting them to try to take over. That's why I'd like to get the news out there as soon as practical."

"That puts a different complexion on things, I thought we still had it contained in the scientific community," he replied somewhat subdued.

"Well, they've got a working model at GCHQ, I've seen it. At the moment, they're using it to track terrorists and good luck to them on that, but it's the ideal instrument to surveil the population for dissidence. Unless the public has oversight, it's a recipe for dictatorship."

"We know, Reg was really annoyed that you'd brought George in on it, it was hard keeping a damper on his enthusiasm. If we could have kept it as a physics phenomenon... But that's water under the bridge now, we're going to have to find a plan B," he said, his brows furrowed.

"Mass publicity and mass production," I said emphatically. "License the technology as widely as possible and start installing them in public places. I was going to emphasize the benefits in the elimination of crime and war-"

"That's one option, I hope there are others," he replied.

"No one's asking me, but I'd suggest building a couple of dozen models and give them to respected journalists and broadcasters. Programs like News Night, Brass Tacks, Horizon," Carol chimed in.

"That's a bit parochial, it would need world coverage, The Times of India, Der Spiegel, The Australian, the New York Times...," Andy countered.

"Wait up, I don't think the newspapers are independent enough, the pressure they'd face would be enormous. I'd like to see independent institutions have them, the World Court, the International Tribunal at The Hague," I said.

"How difficult are they to manufacture?" Andy queried.

"Not very, I used a 3D printer for the plastic parts and wound the coils myself, the CAD people designed and manufactured the plug in board and the students wrote the programs," I replied.

"So we could make more here on campus," he replied reflectively.

"Yes, I have four more cores built, if the CAD department can make more PCI cards the rest of the stuff is off the shelf. If you want to build more than that then we'd have to order more magnets, thankfully I used common ones so there should be no trouble with supply." 

"I think I need to talk this over with Professor King, bring him up to speed and see where we go from here," Andy said, sitting forward in his chair.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Carol, leaning forward.

"I'd like her to start crafting a press release, call it contingency planning. I'd like to launch with a couple of demo devices. Today's Friday, if we order the parts for the four cores I've got we could have them assembled by the end of next week." I put in.

"Yes, but Carol, not a word to anybody yet," he replied, then looking back at me. "Go ahead and order what you need for the four, and while you're at it order enough magnets for a hundred more machines."

"Willingly, I'll also order more plastic for the printer."

"Yes," he replied a little absentmindedly as he got up.

I glanced over to see Carol rising as I stood. I let her go first and followed on with Andy bringing up the rear. I was intending to go back to the lab and start spending money but Carol stopped me as we got back to reception.

"Professor," she asked. "Could we go over the pros and cons again?"

"Yes of course," I replied.

"My office is down here," she said, indicating the opposite corridor.

We spent ten minutes running through what I saw as the benefits, countering the privacy question with the fact that even if the government controlled it, their privacy would be lost anyway.

Leaving her to make a start, I made my way back to the lab. I was looking forward to meeting up with Sally and seeing what she was up to. On the way into the building, the receptionist called me over.

"Professor."

"Yes," I answered, stopping and turning to her.

"Professor Ribble from the English department would like a word with you, she's phoned twice already this morning," she informed me.

"Has she left a number?"

"No, if you'll give me a minute I'll look it up for you."

"Thanks," I replied, walking over to her.

She scribbled it on a Post It note and passed it to me. "Here you go."

"Thanks," I said, nodding as I took it and stuffed it in my shirt pocket. "I'll be in my lab if anyone else wants me."

"Okay," she replied.

I wondered what she wanted as I walked to the lift, probably time on the Tunnel for some pet project. Sally was glued to the screen when I walked in.

"Hi," I called as I flicked the door shut.

"Oh hi," she answered, glancing around. "Come and look at this."

"What?" I asked walking over.

"The particles in the top layers of ice," she said excitedly.

"Oh, you mean like meteorites," I asked.

"Yes, there are plenty of those there but I think there are clusters of organic molecules as well. You see the faint spots of pink and yellow?"

"What! Life?" I asked excitedly.

"No, just the building blocks. It could mean there's life in the ocean below though. I'd like to see what they look like under a microscope."

"We'd have to find an exposed bit for that, how numerous are the ones you found?"

"Someone else can sort that out, I want to get my sonar equipment and re-explore the depths," she replied, turning fully to me.

How's that going?" I asked.

"I talked to my Professor earlier; they should be on the way in a week," she replied happily.

"Good, it'll be nice to get a proper view," I remarked. "Maybe you'll get your name in the history book, too."

"Oh," she said with a chuckle. "I'll never be as famous as you."

"Oh I don't know," I replied reflectively. "At least you won't have people cursing your name."

"Or end up behind bars if it all goes wrong," she came back.

"Hmm. Well, I'll let you carry on; I've got some work to do. I have to order enough magnets to make a hundred more cores.

"A hundred!" she repeated.

"Yep, apparently Professor King has been talking to Andy, the guy in charge over in the PR department. They had the idea that we should keep the full implications secret. He didn't like it when I told him we'd already had a visit from GCHQ. He said he wanted to consider what options are open, but I think he'll come around to my way of thinking."

"So, they want to make a hundred as well?"

"Well that's what he told me to order, I presume they'll want me to get a hundred cards made as well, oh and for the four extra cores I've got," I replied, lifting up the globe I was still carrying.

"You want me to talk to Emily?"

"No, I'll make it an official order through channels. I'll need to sort out the robot arms as well. I've got enough to keep me busy the rest of the morning."

"Well, I was thinking of asking you to fit the sonar for me," she said, looking at me hopefully.

"Yes if you want. I'll just make a phone call while you shut it down," I replied.

Turning, I walked to the desk and carefully put the core down as I sat. Pulling the note from my pocket, I dialled the number.

"Hello," a sweetly modulated voice answered.

"Professor Ribble, this is Professor Lutner. You phoned earlier."

"Oh yes," she replied a little more excitedly. "I've heard that you've invented a time viewer."

"Yes sort of."

"Could I book time on it? I want to do some research on Shakespeare, it should only take a couple of hours," she asked.

"Well, we're still only at the prototype stage...," I replied.

"That doesn't matter, I'm looking for his missing quarto," she cut in.

"Do you have an exact time and place to search?" I asked, starting to take a dislike to her.

"Yes, April 1596, using the Gregorian calendar," she responded.

"It'll take you more than a couple of hours to search through a month, we'll be making more in the coming weeks, and I'll put you down for a loan of one when that happens."

"Oh, I was hoping to get some time now for a paper I'm writing," she replied.

"If you had specific co-ordinates I could spare you an hour or two, I can offer you some video we made of one of his plays," I suggested.

"Oh which one?" she asked excited again.

"I don't know, it's only a short clip and I didn't understand the language. I could burn you a disc..."

"I'm ready," Sally called.

"... And send it over," I answered, turning to look over at a beaming Sally.

"No, I'll get some-. No! I'll come over," she said.

"Fine, give me half an hour because I'm resetting the system," I cautioned.

"Thank you, thank you" she effused. "Will you have it running then?"

"Yes, but we're mounting a sonar array so there'll be nothing much to see."

"Oh," she said sounding disappointed.

"Okay then, I'll expect you over. See you soon."

"Yes" she replied.

I hung the phone up and crossed over to the cupboard to get the tools and sonar unit. Sally came to join me as I sat next to the arm, watching studiously as I swapped them over.

"That was easy enough," she remarked.

"It is, as long as you don't disturb the alignment, you'd have to fully recalibrate then," I replied, picking up the camera as I stood.

"I'll try it myself next time," she said, as she turned back to the computer.

While she rebooted I set the camera up to record the sonar display. After that, I left it to her and returned to my desk to start dealing with my own work. Serendipitously, I opened a drawer, saw the blank DVDs, and interrupted Sally to make the copy for Professor Ribble.

The knock was a timid one. "Come in," I said, raising my voice.

A young student poked his head around the door. "Professor Lutner?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Professor Ribble sends her regards and to tell you something came up. She sent me to collect the disc," he stated.

"That's okay." Turning to Sally, "Sal, is it done yet?"

"Yes," she answered, holding up the disc on one of her fingers.

"Thanks," he said as he walked across to retrieve it.

"You're welcome," I replied before turning my attention back to my laptop.

"Thanks again," he repeated as he crossed back in front of me on his way out.

I gave a nod as I glanced up then turned to return Sally's smile. 

"Are you ready for a break?" Were the next words spoken, when Sally turned to me an hour later.

"Yes" I replied looking over at her. "I'm just emptying my inbox."

I stood as she walked over. "Just a coffee or something to eat?"

"Oh, let's walk over to the Union and get a snack," she replied, waiting for me to walk around my desk.

"Fine," I replied, offering her my hand.

She had to let go when I locked the door but linked arms when we walked away. It had turned into a blustery day with the dark clouds threatening rain so instead of walking, I steered us toward my car.

"You need a haircut," she observed, as we climbed into the car. "You don't want to look like a mad scientist when you address the press conference."

"Oh, a quick brush over and it looks alright," I replied, starting the car.

"It would look much nicer if it was styled," she argued.

"Mm, maybe," I answered, turning my attention to driving.

She sat quietly as I drove over then teased me further as the wind tousled my hair. 

"Wait," she said, tugging on my arm.

"Huh?"

She rummaged through her bag and pulled out her hairbrush. "Bend down," she ordered.

I leaned forward and let her give my hair a quick brush, straightening when I thought she done enough.

"There, that's better," she said brightly.

"Ah ha," I acknowledged as she put the brush away.




Finding Time 04



She linked arms again as we walked on to the little café. We both had the ham salad and took one of the side tables. Halfway through eating my phone rang. It was still a bit of a novelty, usually only my folks called. Another annoyance of my rising profile.

"Hello?" 

"Professor, this is June in reception. I've got two gentlemen here who say they need to talk to you urgently," a female voice said.

"Ah, I'm off campus at the moment and I will be for the rest of the afternoon," I replied. "Ask them what it's about."

I heard her faint voice as she asked but the reply was inaudible.

"He says it's personal and private," she answered.

"Tell them I'll see them first thing Monday morning," I replied.

"Yes sir," she said.

I brought the phone down and immediately pulled the back off to extract the battery.

"What?" Sally asked.

"I think the security services are paying a visit to the Science building," I replied.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, looking a little alarmed.

"It's alright; I've put them off till Monday morning, though that won't stop them if they're looking for me."

"You can stay in the dorm," even as she said it, she realised, "No," she corrected herself with a self-depreciating chuckle, "Not a good idea."

"It might be if there's a spare bedroom," I said. "It'll be better if I act normally and sleep in the bedsit tonight. You can join me or use your own room."

"Of course I'm staying with you tonight," she replied hotly.

"I knew you would," I replied with a chuckle. "The next thing is to get the Tunnel out and set up in a safe place. I want to track the two of them, see where they go, who they talk to."

"How are you going to do that?" she asked.

"The how's quite easy, it's the where that's the puzzle. There are the student labs in the basement," I mused. "Do you think they'd search the building...? No, we should be safe enough there."

"What's the how?" she asked.

"The fire escape, it leads up to the roof. The door there is always open from people having a smoke." I answered.

"That's too easy."

"Mm," I acknowledged. "But it would be difficult getting things out that way."

She laughed and reached out across the table to take my hand. "Then I'm glad we don't have to."

"I know." I acknowledged. "We'll give them half an hour to clear the campus and then sneak in."

"Okay," she agreed, drawing her hand back to continue eating.

We dawdled over the coffee until the half hour was up and then used one of the side exits to walk around via the accommodation blocks and the sports field, to the back of the science block.

I let her go first, admiring the view of her arse as I climbed behind her. At the top, I led her to the door and the stairs down. I let her scout out the corridor and lab while I waited in the stairwell then joined her when she returned with the 'all clear'.

We moved it all down to one of the empty labs and set it up, changing out the sonar for the camera before we booted it up. We skipped back in time until we found them and then tracked them as they left. 

As they walked out, one of them pulled his mobile out. I zoomed in and read the name and number as he dialled.

"I'll run through that again," I said, pausing the program. "Get your phone out and enter the name and number."

"Yes," Sally answered, already rummaging through her bag.

I reset the time back a minute. "Ready," she announced.

"I'll take the name; you concentrate on punching the number in." I said as I restated the tracking.

'Rob.ert' was the name.

"Got it," she said relieved as he started talking.

"Put me through to GS1," he said flatly.

"What was the name?" Sally asked.

"Capital R, o, b, dot, e, r, t," I answered, staying focused on the screen.

"Four four nine two," he stated as he started walking again.

"I got it," said Sally.

"Good girl," I answered.

"Gregory, he's a no show. The receptionist says he's off campus and won't be back. What do you want us to do?"

He stopped again to listen to the reply. "Okay."

"What?" asked his taller companion.

"We keep OBS on his place. They'll triangulate on his phone and put his number plate on the ANPR system." 

"Let's grab something to eat on the way there," the tall one said.

"You can drive then; pick a mini-mart on the way." The first replied.

I drew back slightly as they got into their car, hovering above them as they drove off.

"Just as well you switched your phone off," Sally commented.

"Yes," I agreed, still concentrating on the screen. "Trouble is, if they look through the back records they'll see our trip to the Red Cross."

"I don't think that matters much now," she replied. "Do you think I should switch mine off as well?"

"It's a bit late for that but it probably wouldn't hurt, I doubt if you've got a signal down here anyway."

"All right," she answered.

They pulled into a pizza place and I stayed with the one in the car while the tall one went in and ordered. A few minutes later, he came out with two boxes and handed them to the other as he climbed in.

They parked up about a hundred yards past my place, making a U-turn to sit facing it on the opposite side of the road. I paused the program as they started to eat the pizzas and turned to face Sally.

"Well, what do we do now?" I asked almost rhetorically.

"Trace the number he dialled?" she suggested.

"I don't want to connect the computer to the internet. We could go and use one of the ones in the student's common room," I replied.

"Later, we should check on that lab in GCHQ. Find out where the agent went after he left the scientist."

"Hmm, we could do that, see who he reports to."

"Good, I'll let you do that while I nip to the toilet," she said.

"Okay," I replied as she stood.

I checked the co-ordinates and typed them in. I had to back up a bit to find when they split, and then track the other fellow to his office.

"Everything go alright Jim?" his colleague in the office asked as he walked in.

"Yes, Brian was as excited as hell, you'd think he'd found the Holy Grail," he replied as he walked over to his desk.

"Ah, those boffins are in a world of their own."

"I could see he was dying to tell me more about it, how 'It will revolutionize spying'." Jim continued. "I got an idea that it was some sort of wormhole, you could look through space with it."

His companion chuckled. "Seeing through walls is what we need."

"Anything interesting come up at the briefing?"

"No, Charles ran through the Chandler case. You're with Graham this afternoon, something to do with the Ginger Biscuit op."

"Thanks. If that's the case, I'm off for an early lunch." Jim replied.

"Okay."

As Jim walked out, I moved the camera over to take a closer look at the folder lying open on the other guy's desk. There was an A5 picture pinned inside the front cover and his details on the adjacent page.

I had a quick look at the rest of the documents. One was addressed to Walter, his name I presumed. I noted that his extension number was four digits, 3128. Interesting as it all was, there wasn't much useful information.

I paused the program. "We need to find the bosses office," I said as I turned to Sally.

"A needle in a haystack," she snorted. "There must be hundreds of offices to choose from." 

"I'll bet we'll find most on the top floor or in corner offices," I commented. "What I was thinking was going back to yesterday and see who briefed Jim. Then we could follow him back and perhaps get a look at the folder about us when he reads it."

"That's going to take a while. I'll go and get us some coffee while you get started."

"Oh yes, please," I answered. "I'm parched."

While she strolled off, I reset the temporal co-ordinates, jumping back to seven forty five the previous morning. I wasn't sure if they'd go to the office first or after so I positioned the camera in the foyer to watch for them among the workers as they streamed past the checkpoint.

Sally had re-joined me with the coffee by the time Jim made it through the gate. We tracked him to a staff room where he joined several others including Walter. He made himself a cup of tea and sat down in one of the easy chairs.

"Morning," said a middle-aged woman, bringing a hush to the room.

She clasped a bunch of folders under one arm with a cup in the other hand. Putting them down on the coffee table, she sat and looked around the group.

"Graham," she said, looking over at one individual as she picked up the top folder. "You're on the Harding case."

He got up and collected the folder from her.

"Charles, you've got the Chandler case. I want a report tomorrow."

I waited for Jim to be called, he was handed a folder titled Rich Tea. When he got back to his office, I eagerly hovered over his shoulder as he opened it. It was an order to bug an office and a house. I gave a soft groan of disappointment.

"He must get transferred to your case later," she commiserated.

"Yes, we're probably better going back and tracking his boss, see what she gets up to," I replied, pausing it.

"Can I have a turn," she asked.

"Yes of course, I could do with stretching my legs." I replied, standing.

As I moved out she took my seat, I picked up my cup and sipped it as I took a step or two then stood behind her to watch.

She skipped back and followed the woman back to her office. Sally manoeuvred behind her as she signed back into her computer. I wished again I had brought my laptop, or even a pencil and paper.

She opened a list of cases and entered in the details of the assignments she just made then sat back and relaxed for a while. Sally jumped forward in five-minute increments, spending a few seconds catching up with what was happening after each hop.

We skipped following her on her breaks and our patience was rewarded just after lunch when someone dropped an envelope off. Inside was a file titled Purple Haze and it was a request for an agent to accompany a scientist on an enquiry.

It had an originating office and the name of the officer authorizing the investigation. I reached over Sally's shoulder and paused the program. "I'm going to nip up to the lab and get my laptop, we need to start writing all this down," I said, as she turned to me.

"Do you want me to go?" she asked.

"Thanks, yes if you would, I'm more spottable than you are."

She got up and gave me a brief kiss before she walked over to the door. With the screen frozen, I was at a loose end and had a stroll around the room while I mulled over what we had found out so far.

We had a name, a department address, and his extension number. If we traced the messenger back, we might be able to put a face to the name. From him we might even be able to trace the plant in the University.

Sally traipsed back in with a notepad and my laptop. "I've brought it and some paper, if you're worried about connecting to the internet it might be better not to put the information on the laptop in case that's bugged."

"Ah, I was going to save it to the usb stick, leave no trace on it. Making a paper copy is a good back up," I replied as she put them on the bench.

As I opened the laptop to boot it up I had a stray thought about my own watchers typing away as they speculate on my decisions. Logging on I plugged the memory stick in and opened a new Notebook file.

We copied the details over and un-paused the program. I waited with bated breath, till she turned the page over. It was details of my location, even down to the floor and number of door down from the lift.

On the opposite page were the arrangements for where and when the agent was to pick up Dr. Quigley. After a few brief moments reading the information she leaned forward and picked up the phone.

She spoke to Jim's answering machine and left a message for him to contact her.

"Pause it," I said from over Sally's shoulder as she stopped speaking.

She tapped the key and arched back to look up at me.

"Now we go back and see where the envelope came from," I said.

"Can we take a break?" she asked. "Grab a bite to eat, even if it's only a chocolate bar from the vending machine."

"Yes," I replied, taking a glance at my wristwatch. "The building should be empty now; we could go to the Union and pick up my car as well."

"Yes," she agreed. "Let me log these coordinates first."

"Yep," I replied as she turned back to the screen.

The place was deserted, just us and the security cameras. The place was left open for the students but on a Friday afternoon, they were few and far between. The wind had turned to showers and we waited for a heavy burst to ease before racing across campus to the Union building.

We were both soaked by the time we got there. We weren't dripping but there was wetness down my back and the front of my trousers was sticking to my thighs. I shook my head to fling the droplets from my hair, causing Sally to giggle as she brushed hers.

We ordered burgers and American fries with large Cokes and took them to one of the tables at the back. I was still feeling uncomfortable in my damp clothes despite shucking my jacket and hanging it on the back of my chair.

We talked about what we'd learned so far and speculated what we would find when we traced the file back. What interested me most was finding out what had happened to bring them back to my door, I wondered if it was my orders for another hundred Tunnels.

When we had eaten, we made our way to the car park then drove back to the lab. Sally suggested stopping by at her room to dry off. The image of us 'rubbing each other dry' was inviting, but finding out what was happening was, for the moment, more important.

It was still deserted and eerily quiet as we made our way back down to the lab. I used my master key to let us back in then waited as Sally rebooted. She took us back to the office and then backtracked to when the messenger arrived.

Following him in reverse was weird, drawing his earphones from inside his jacket and un-tug them from his ears almost made me laugh. Even more ridiculous was watching him perform the little dance steps as he walked backwards.

There was no name on the door, just a little plaque that read 'C12'. We followed him through and saw him receive the letter from a secretary in the outer office. Sally took us through into the inner office to find a somewhat corpulent man sitting behind a large desk.

"Wait," I interrupted as she started to manoeuvre behind him. "If we jump back an hour we might find him working on the file."

"Okay," she acknowledged, finger playing over the keyboard.

The scene flickered and now showed him drinking his cuppa with several files open on his desk. Sally took us around the back of him to give us an overview of his desk. The first thing that caught my eye was the email on the screen.

The 'to' line had wsmythebrown. The 'from' line was a jumble of letters XP13MESINT with a dot gov address. The letter opened with 'C12INT'. The rest of it was a summary of surveillance on a corner shop owner. 

"There!" exclaimed Sally, zooming in on one of the files.

The file she focused on had 'Eyes Only' emblazoned in red across the top of the page with 'Operation Purple Haze' below it. The page was a scan of a handwritten letter. It was in the chatty style of two people who knew each other well.

'Wil,' the letter started. 'I have something that might interest you. I've had reports that the Astronomy Department at The Home Counties University is using a wormhole device developed in the Physics Department that allows them to short circuit space. It has a lower range of about two hundred miles and can supposedly see through walls. Its inventor is Professor Steven Lutner. You should send one of your egg heads down to look over his research.

I'd be grateful if you could keep me in the loop on this.

Henry.'

At the bottom was a scrawled note: 'Preliminary investigation confirms the report.' With the initials 'M.V.' 

I wanted to know what was on the hidden pages. "Pause again Sal; let's skip back to where he deals with the file."

"Yeh sure," she replied, her fingers playing over the keys.

She jumped back to eight 'o' clock and an empty office, we jumped forward again twice, once to eight fifteen then to nine to find him strolling in. His secretary followed on bringing in a tray with a pot of tea.

We jumped another fifteen minutes and found him reading the news on the BBC website. We skipped another fifteen and found him reading a file; at the top of the page were the initials 'UKEO' and the file name 'California Sunshine'.

Before I could suggest it, Sally jumped another five minutes. We caught him adding some notes to the bottom of a page then dropping it off in the pending tray before retrieving the next from the one marked 'IN'.

This one had the title 'Orange Sunrise' and Sally skipped again. We passed on 'White Lightning' and found we were fourth time lucky as he picked up 'Purple Haze'. He flicked through the first few pages and turned to the back one.

It was a memo from the head of department PQ13; it nominated a Dr. P Quigley as the best person to look into the matter. He picked up his pen and wrote 'Organise GS1 to accompany a Dr Quigley first thing, details inside'.

With that, he put it into his pending tray and moved onto the last file. 

Sally hit the pause button again. "Well that was hardly worth the effort," she remarked.

"Oh, I don't know we've got quite a few names and faces. We've got one or two department names to look into. Besides all that was weeks ago, if we jump up to this morning we can see if he's involved in sending out this latest pair," I replied.

"In that case you can take over," she said as she stood. "I need a toilet break."

"Oh," I said, dipping my hand into my pocket. "Can you get more coffees while you're at it?"

"Yes," she replied as I handed her my loose change.

I took the seat and reset the temporal coordinates to nine thirty this morning. As I expected I found him reading the news. As I let it run on, waiting for Sally, I had to smile at the thought of my watchers watching me watching him.

After a short while, the secretary buzzed him on the intercom.

"The mornings files have arrived," she said pleasantly when he pressed the button.

Within seconds, the door opened and the secretary walked across to place a stack of files into the in-tray before gathering up the tea things and taking them with her.

"Thank you Ann," he said as she reached the door.

The first file he pulled forward was a very much thicker Purple Haze. It was also flagged with a red marker. Reflexively I paused the program as he started to open it from the back. I was sorely tempted to resume as I waited for Sally to return.

I thought about my watchers, many of them would have the full script in front of them and know what was in there and what my response to it would be. From there I followed an idle thought into whether my future was predetermined by their knowledge.

It took me only a few seconds to theorise that the reverse was true and that who was watching me was dependant on the choices I made. If the state won then there might be some top officials, the free for all would only happen if I were victorious.

My thoughts had strayed to production and siting of the Tunnels by the time Sally returned with the drinks, the sooner we got some out into the public's hands the happier I would be.

"Ah, I wondered if you'd wait," she said as she crossed over.

"Yes well, I didn't want to sit through it twice."

She handed me my drink as she sat next to me. "Well come on, I'm here now," she said in mock admonishment.

I smiled back and leaned forward to hit the key. The picture sprang back into life as he flicked through a couple of pages to the front of a report from Dr. Quigley. His cover note was blunt and remarkable for its economy of words.




Finding Time 04



'I would advise that this discovery be immediately be categorised Top Secret. All work on its practical applications should be brought under government control without delay. This device is a danger to society, enabling neighbour to spy on neighbour. It is imperative that it be brought under immediate control before the knowledge spreads too far to contain the imminent chaos it will bring.' Was as far as I got before he leaned over and pressed the intercom button.

"Get me C's secretary," he said with a faint sigh.

After a few moments, the phone on his desk rang and a button glowed red on the base. He lifted the handset and put it to his ear, saying nothing as a frown creased his brow.

"Thank you." 

We waited some more.

"Smythe Brown C12," he replied. "Yes," he continued as he pressed the lighted button and turned it green.

...

"Yes, I need to speak to the Director about the new Operation Purple Haze report."

...

"No. We have a critical event situation, he needs to be brought up to speed immediately."

...

"Yes I'll hold."

I hit pause and turned to Sally. "We can skip this bit for the moment; I want to see what orders he gives to whom at the end."

I jumped five minutes forward then another five when I found him still on the phone. We found his secretary entering the room with him writing something on a sheet of paper.

"Anne, we've got a bit of a flap on our hands. This Purple Haze op is now our number one priority," he said, barely glancing up for a second from his writing. "I want you to get this typed up and over to GS17 pronto."

"Yes sir," she replied, waiting at the corner of his desk.

"Then get me Rebecca, Harold... and Christopher. Meeting in my office ASAP." He ordered, handing her the finished paper.

I froze it and moved the camera around to focus on the page.

'GS17. Re. Operation Purple Haze

Apprehend and detain a Professor Steven Lutner, Physics Department, ZZZ University. Or, 12A High St, Anytown.

Question him on the extent of the spread of knowledge of his discovery, how many copies have been made and distributed, and to whom. Forward all information back to Room C12.

By Order.

Director of Operations MI2.

At the bottom, readable by the initials alone, was his signature. W Smythe Brown.

I sat back. "So going home means getting arrested," I said, looking over at her.

"That's not going to happen," she stated.

"No, but I'm a marked man. I can't take my car off campus; I can't use my plastic without them knowing where and when."

"I've got some money," Sally cut in.

"When I don't go home they'll soon find out about you if they don't already know, they've probable got both our names flagged. We'd better both take two hundred out over at the Uni."

"My limit's a hundred, I've got a saver package," she said apologetically.

"That's okay; money's not our immediate worry. We're going to need a roof over our heads. I think I need to talk to Andy or Reg."

"They'll be long gone by now," she remarked.

"I've got the head of departments emergency number, if this isn't the time to use it I don't know when will be," I replied. "I've also got Carol's and she's probably got Andy's."

I reached into my inside pocket and pulled out my phone and battery. Along with it was my memory stick. I put the still disassembled phone on the bench and plugged the memory stick in to the computer.

"Let's take a copy to show them, a picture is worth a thousand words," I said, minimizing the tunnel program.

While I copied and pasted the file over, Sally put my phone together, handing it to me as I sat back in the chair.

"Write these numbers down," I asked, nodding at the pad as I switched the phone on.

"Yes," she replied, leaning over to retrieve it.

I thumbed through to the directory and read the numbers out to her. When she nodded affirmation, I turned it off again and removed the battery again. She put the pad down and leaned her head against my shoulder as her arm slipped around my neck.

"Well, we knew this might happen," she remarked.

"Yes, it's something we should have planned for," I answered.

The progress bar inched over as we waited, as it neared completion Sally asked. "What now?"

"We shut this down and pack it away then go up to the Staff lounge and make our phone call," I said reassuringly.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this," she replied.

"All is not lost yet. I'm not that important now things have started," I said as she straightened up from my shoulder. "My discovery is out there in the annuls of science now and I think I've convinced Andy of the need to take it public."

I leaned in and unplugged the memory stick. "I think he's more than capable of carrying on without me."

"You've still got a big say in what happens," she protested.

"Maybe. They're much better connected than I am," I replied as I brought the Tunnel program back up.

She was silent while I saved the coordinates and shut the computer down.

"Steve, if we asked Emily we could drag the mattress through and sleep on her floor."

"That's a good last resort, let's see what Andy and Reg think before we make any decisions," I answered, holding my hand out to her as we started for the door.

We walked up the stairs to the lounge and found it unexpectedly occupied. I gave Sally's hand a comforting squeeze. He looked up from his reading and nodded back as I acknowledged him. 

I led her over to the corner where the computers and telephone were.

"Who shall we try first?" I asked, pulling a chair out for her to sit on.

"Your professor of course," she answered, pulling the notebook out of her bag as I sat down.

I turned to the phone and picked it up, my finger ready to dial. I tapped the numbers as she read them out, my heart beating a little faster when it rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, it's Steve Lutner here," I said hurriedly. "There's a warrant out for me. I've got a couple of agents sitting outside my flat with orders to detain me for questioning."

"Lutner, the time tunnel?"

"Yes, I've just used it to spy on them. Two agents came to reception while I was out, because they said it was urgent the receptionist phoned me, I put them off then set up the tunnel to track them. They went and parked outside my flat," I continued.

"I'm surprised but not shocked. Do you know why they want you?"

"Yes, they're going to try to shut it all down. They want to know who I've told and who has copies," I replied.

"Where are you now?"

"In the juniors lounge. They've got an APB out on my car and phone."

"Alright I'll get someone to collect you."

"Me and Sally. She's in this as deep as I am," I replied.

"That's okay. I'll have someone there shortly."

"Thanks," I replied as the line disconnected.

"That's odd," I said, letting my paranoia loose.

"What?" asked Sally.

"We'd finished but the line went dead," I explained.

The door opened. "Ready for that game of squash?" a voice enquired.

Sally gave a little giggle as I relaxed.

"You took your time," Came the reply.

I looked back at Sally. "I think we should wait in the study room opposite."

"You don't trust your professor?" she queried.

"Not him, it's the line going dead I don't trust. If someone was listening in, they could get here before whomever he sends. Just humour my paranoia a little longer," I replied.

"Alright," she said sounding amused.

I adjusted the laptop strap as I stood. "We've time enough to grab another coffee."

"No, I'm fine. You can if you want," she replied, standing as she put the notebook back into her bag.

The other two were gone as we exited and I unlocked the study room opposite. I left the lights out and leant back against the door once we were safely inside.

"Do you want to go over to the window? Keep a watch out for any cars pulling up," I asked as she moved closer to me.

"Oh, okay," she answered, turning to cross the barely illuminated room.

I kept watch down the corridor, settling in the shadow to the side of the tiny window. We waited nearly half an hour before Carol turned up. Sally spotted her pulling up outside and we went to meet her at the lift.

"There you are," she exclaimed as the lift doors opened.

"Hi," I greeted her back.

"So they really came after you," she stated.

"Yes and I've got it all on camera," I replied as we entered the lift.

Where are we going?" Sally asked.

"Andy's first then home with me to my spare bedroom," Carol replied. "YYY will be there as well."

With Sally sat in the cramped back seat of her car because of my height we set off to Andy's. As we drove off campus, I slipped my hand back between the seats, touching Sally's knee before she grabbed it and gave it a squeeze.

The drive was uneventful as I sat and pondered what the next best move might be. One thing on my mind was collecting the bits and pieces I'd ordered. YYY should be able sort all that out and get the parts printed.

The tunnels could be assembled anywhere, the only bulky item was the robot arm; we wouldn't get many of them in a car. Andy's house was out in the countryside, a farmhouse with a converted milking parlour at the end of a gravelled track.

He came out to greet us as we pulled up. "YYY won't be long," he said as I climbed out of the car.

"That's okay," I replied, helping Sally out. "I'm just glad to be somewhere safe."

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"No thanks," Sally replied, as she emerged.

"Not at the moment, but a cuppa would go down well," I added as I straightened up and turned to him.

"One pot of house tea coming up," he said with a smile.

The three of us followed him in as he led us through to the kitchen. It looked very modern with glass doors on the cupboards and black marble worktops paired with a stainless steel island in the centre.

While we sat around the island, Andy went over and put the kettle on.

"Do you want a hand?" Carol asked.

"No you're alright." Andy replied.

"Have you got a laptop or computer?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied, pausing a second to turn and look at me.

"I've got a video you might find interesting," I continued. "I'm not sure it helps us much but it gives us a few names and faces."

"Let's wait till Reginald comes for that," he replied.

"Fine," I answered as he turned back to busy himself with the tea things.

"Milk, sugar?" he asked a few moments later.

"Milk no sugar, thanks."

He brought the mug over to me, handing it to me as he stopped a pace away. "Let's go through to the lounge and I'll get my laptop," he said with an inviting wave of his arm.

"Make yourself at home," he said, indicating the angled four seated couches. "My laptop's in my study."

I put my tea on the coffee table and sat down with Carol and Sally on either side of me.

"Nice place," said Carol.

I looked around. With black leather couches and the earth brown carpet setting the mood it was too dark for me. The cream walls lightened it a little but the old oak beams in the ceiling with the recessed lights between them made it feel claustrophobic. 

I was sitting up sipping my tea when he returned with the laptop. "What exactly have you got?" he asked.

"It's all a bit of a jumble," I started. "First off I've got the two agents who called; I traced them back to their office. Then I followed the paper trail back to Wilfred. He got the tip off from someone in the MOD which I didn't follow up on."

I paused to get the memory stick out of my pocket as he sat next to Carol and opened it up.

"Anyway, they had one of their tame scientists build one and write a report on it. When this Wilfred chap got it things took off, he ordered me picked up for questioning. That was when I stopped and phoned Professor King."

"So you don't know what else he's doing. Where did you get the impression they were trying to bottle the whole thing up?"

I took a second to think about it. "I'm not sure. See what you think when you watch it."

"It was the order he signed. They want answers to who knows, how far this knowledge has spread and how many working Tunnels he made," Sally put in, leaning around me.

"A few too many top flight physicists scattered around the world. They're more interested in the why than the what, but they can be counted on if the government tries to put a lid on this."

"We need to get that hundred on order built and out there. I would like to see some out for the public to use. Also we should create hundreds of copies of the plans and assembly instructions on discs and memory sticks, hand them out to the viewers," I came back as I leaned forward to take the laptop he was sliding down to me.

"I was thinking along the lines of handing them out to the reporters at the press conference. The government would find it hard to prise it from their hands," he said settling back on the couch.

"They might, I bet they're planning on building more of their own, makes tracking and sending in SWAT teams feasible," I replied, slotting the memory stick in and sliding the laptop back up to him.

"Yes, there is that," he replied laconically. "That makes the case for building more and getting that many out there that it's impossible to find them all."

"It would be a nice idea, but it would take weeks if not months for suppliers to gear up and companies to set up the manufacturing facilities," I countered.

"And that would be have to done in secret," Sally added.

"There won't be any more secrets," I reminded her. "There's no way to stop them looking, we've probably got dozens watching and listening right now."

"Dozens?" exclaimed Andy.

"Yep, I hope so," I confirmed. "With most of them focused on me."

"Hmm?" Carol queried.

"If the government wins, this period of time will be forbidden history and no-one will be watching," I added.

"Ah," she nodded.

"We're all going to be famous in history," Sally proclaimed. "They won't need to make a film about us; they can edit the real time footage."

"But only if we win," Carol said rhetorically.

A crunching sound grew louder then lights flashed across the curtains. "Ah that must be Reg arriving," Andy proclaimed, rising and striding over to the door.

I drank down the last of the tea and stood to greet him. We waited a short while until the car stopped and we heard him chatting to Andy as they strolled in.

"Steve," he greeted me from the door. "Andy tells me you're painting a gloomy picture."

"No, just reminding him of the new reality. We must assume nothing we do is secret for very long. They have a crude one running now and it won't be long till they've built enough to track anyone they want," I replied as he walked over.

"So whatever we do, whatever we decide here they'll know about it?" he asked as he sat down on the other couch.

I sat back between Carol and Sally while Andy collected the laptop before he sat next to Reg.

"Basically yes. They may not get around to it for a couple of days but eventually yes. It's taken me this long to fully grasp it, anything we can do they can do."

"So what do we do?" asked Carol.

"I'm open to suggestions," I replied.

I sat back while Reg mulled it over.

"Difficult," he said finally. "We have to find a way to hide things in plain sight."

"Yes," I agreed. "Or lay that many false trails they spend time on nonsense. If you were to ask ten friends to ask ten friends -."

He chuckled. "So even if one of us had an idea it wouldn't be wise to speak it out."

"Misdirection," I answered.

He chuckled again. "How long till you get the hundred assembled?"

"Where am I building them? Someone needs to start printing the plastic parts unless you want to ship the printer out as well." I asked.

"I'll get all that sorted out," he assured me. "I can get you some help as well."

"Fine by me, I was going to ask about that," I replied.

"I'd also like a list of your suppliers," he carried on. "How common are the parts you used?"

"Most everything is off the shelf, the only specialist part is the magnets. They're used in high-end medical equipment, I got them from a Chinese supplier but there are others out there. If Andy will switch off his internet for a moment I'll look it all up on the laptop."

Andy looked at me bewildered for a second. "Oh yes. The router is in the office," he said rising.

As he left, I lifted my bag onto the table and got the laptop out. I waited until Andy came back before booting it up and clicking through to the documents folder. I pulled up my last order and read the specifications out for Reg to copy down.

"Right, I think that's about it," Reg said as he recapped his pen.

"Anyone like a drink?" Andy asked as he stood.

"Not for me, I've already had one and I'm driving," Reg said.

"I'm driving as well," Carol added.

"Thanks no," I replied, powering down the laptop.

"No," Sally answered.

"Oh well," Andy said with a smile and a little shake of his head. "I need one. A stiff whisky."

"Are you ready?" Carol asked as she turned to me.

"Yes," I answered, turning to check with Sally.

"Ah ha," she affirmed with a little nod.



Finding Time 05



Carol had the radio on as we drove to her place, which partially distracted me from my thoughts. Was there a way to defeat the all seeing eye? I could think of surreptitious ways of communicating like texting under the blankets at five am, throat mikes and cochlear earphones were two of the more 'off the wall' ones. 

There seemed to be no way to escape. I could make it difficult; moving at high speed along an erratic course like a rollercoaster was the best I could come up with there. It was going to be a fact of life we were going learn to live with. 

Carol led us into a small passageway and down to the end door. The place was utilitarian rather than feminine, with geometric patterned wallpaper, plain dark blue carpet and a striped cloth three-piece living room suite. 

"Make yourselves at home," Carol said, as she crossed through to a door in the far wall. "I'm going to have that drink now, a medium dry white okay?" 

"Yes, that's fine by me," Sally answered, as I gave a nod. 

We sat together on the three-seated couch and I slipped my arm around her shoulder as she snuggled in. 

"We should be safe here for a day or two," I said, laying my head on hers. 

"We'll have to get fresh clothes and things, we've only got what we're standing up in," she replied squeezing her hand around my back. 

"Mm," I acknowledged. "The bigger problem is getting things done before they catch up to us. If anyone has any sense they'll be working to upgrade their tunnel to give them the fine tuning they need to capture the fine details of conversations and written stuff." 

"Have you got a plan then?" she asked. 

"Not really. I was going to ask Carol if it was possible to arrange a press conference at short notice -." 

"What was that about a press conference?" Carol asked as she walked back in with a bottle and glasses on a tray. 

"My solution to the problem. Hold a press conference; get the facts out there as soon as possible. You don't need me to front it, but if the headline speaker got arrested before he could make the announcement it would spice the story up a little," I answered. 

"I'll say," Carol replied with a chuckle. 

She looked thoughtful as she walked over. "Ordinarily, you'd invite the science and technology reporters but for this one we are going to invite some of the big names. We'll invite TV as well; send them all a teasing email about a world changing event." 

She set the tray down and sat in one of the armchairs. "We can make a list, including all the foreign press, and I can start compiling addresses. What do you think should go into the email?" 

She poured the wine as I answered, "Well, I'd like to pick your brains on that. We have to tell them enough to get them interested. The history aspect would be best to do that, but it would also give them the chance to extrapolate into the privacy controversy." 

Sally unravelled herself from me to take the proffered glass. 

"We're safe with astronomy, but how do we make that world shattering?" I continued on, as I took my glass from her. 

"We go with history," she said firmly. "We emphasise ancient history, the Greeks, the Romans, and so on. We'll have your Tunnel there to demonstrate it, along with a giant screen." 

"We've got shots of the Santorini volcano blowing up, the Atlantis mystery," put in Sally. 

"There's a little problem sticking with that era, someone might ask to see Christ's birth or crucifixion. The last thing I want, is to stir up a religious controversy," I put in. 

"What if we do the Aztecs or the period in Indian history where they made those pornographic temples," asked Sally. 

"Or the burial of the first Chinese Emperor," Carol added. 

"Yes, all of those are good. We could also go back to the building of the Pyramids or Stonehenge." 

Where is the Tunnel now?" Carol asked. 

"In a safe place for the time being," I answered. 

"That's fair enough," she replied. "We'll need it set up in the Chancellor's auditorium. If I send the emails out by lunch time, I can try for an evening meeting. We may not get all the top guns there, but there'll be enough to make a splash on the late evening news." 

"Good," I said. "I'll raise my glass to that." 

"To success," Carol toasted as we leaned together to clink glasses. 

After we'd taken our sips, Sally spoke. "Carol, seeing as we can't get back to our flat, we're a bit short on clothes. Is there any chance of you driving me to the supermarket so I can at least buy fresh undies?" 

"Yes, if you want," she replied. "I could do with getting a few things in for breakfast tomorrow." 

"Oh good," she said, delighted. 

"We'd better be going now," Carol said, standing. "Before I drink too much to drive." 

"Okay," Sally agreed, bending forward to pick up her bag. 

"Carol, can I ask a favour? Can I ask you to pay for the time being? I would rather Sally not use her card, it can be used to track us. They'll have a time and place reference to locate her and follow you back," I explained. 

"Yes, no problem," she replied turning her gaze to Sally. 

"See you later," Sally said, bending to kiss me lightly. 

As they walked out, I got up and went over to pick up the remote for the TV. Switching it on, I wandered back to my seat while it warmed up. I tuned it into the 24 hr BBC News and topped my glass up before kicking my shoes off and Curling up on the couch. 

I let the words wash past me, thinking more about the earlier Tunnel session. We should have checked out the lab at GCHQ, seen what was happening there. I'd have to remedy that error tomorrow, I needed to know how advanced their model was. 

My thoughts strayed to what a news program might look like after the Tunnel's introduction. They could be there to watch the story unfold, catering for those without Tunnels of their own and those too lazy or busy to do it themselves. 

The internet was going to explode with clips and a lot of celebrities would find themselves wishing for obscurity. That led me to thinking of my watchers, those ghosts from a quantum future willing me to follow the path to their existence. 

It was nearly an hour before Carol and Sally returned. I got up from the couch when I heard their chatty voices in the corridor and met them as they walked in. Both of them were carrying bags, Carol gave me a smile as she passed while Sally dropped hers to reach out and fold her arms around me to give me a hug. 

"Mm," I uttered appreciatively, my hands rubbing her back. 

"We got you some boxers and a couple of shirts. The collar size might not be right but the fit looked fine for you," she said as she loosened her arms and leaned back in mine. 

"Socks as well?" I asked. 

"Yes, socks as well, black with coloured toes and heels," she answered smiling. 

"Thanks," I said, pulling her in. 

She turned her elbows in, holding herself off. "I've got some sexy lingerie to wear for you as well." 

My eyes widened in delight as I leaned forward to plant my lips on hers and give her a 'thank you' kiss. 

"Hey lovebirds, I've got some nibbles here if you're peckish," Carol said disturbing us. 

I turned as we disentangled ourselves. "Sorry," I said automatically. 

"S'alright," she responded. "Peanuts, Bombay mix; you can put them out while I finish the unpacking." 

"Yea sure," I replied starting towards her. 

Sally had the contents of her bags in piles on the couch as I brought the bowls of snacks over. I smiled as I saw the boxers were 'snug' fit when I cleared them aside to sit down. 

"I see I've got sexy underwear as well," I said, setting them on the shirts beside me. 

"Mm," she said. "That's my little treat." 

I chuckled and lay back. "Shall I change now?" I said softly. 

Carol took that moment to walk back in carrying another bottle of wine. "Help yourselves," she said as she put it down. "I'm going to get my laptop." 

"Thanks," I said, to her retreating back. 

"Put these with yours," she asked when I turned back. 

I took the proffered pile of underwear from her and felt her snuggling up as I turned to put it on my stack. 

"Thanks," she said, ducking under my arm as I turned back. 

"A moment," I replied as I leant forward, almost rising from the seat as I reached for my glass and the half-empty bottle. "Want some?" I asked as I straightened. 

"No," she replied, leaning forward to join me. "I didn't get to drink much before we left." 

As I was filling my glass, Carol walked back in. I moved the clothes to Sally's lap when she walked around the table to sit next to me. "Top mine up as well please," she asked as she sat. 

As I stretched for her glass, she put the laptop on the table. "Right. We need to create our email," she announced. "I think we should start; 'Pictorial time travel possible with new physics discovery.' What do you think?" 

"Sounds good to me," I answered. "Like a banner headline." 

"Yes," agreed Sally. 

"Next we should put something like; 'Professor unveiling Time Tunnel ahead of schedule as news circulates in scientific community' , throwing them a potential lead that'll bring in some confirmation and credibility, but only 'scientific information'." 

She paused a second. "And it helps explain the short notice." 

"Yes that's fine so far. It covers all the bases," I said nodding and passing her the glass. 

She took a sip. "Good, now we're going to have to have a quote from you." 

"What should I say? Something about its history potential? Or some of the science behind it?" 

"A little of both would be good," she encouraged. 

"How about: It's going to give science and the public unprecedented access to history and the stars. The quasi wormhole is a breakthrough in inter-dimensional physics and explicit proof that full time travel is impossible." 

Sally gave a little chuckle. "Spoken like a true Professor. Pompous hot air." 

"No that's fine," Carol said. "I've no idea what the second sentence means but the first one's okay." 

"The second says nothing new with big words. Kinda scientific gobbledygook that looks like it means something but doesn't," Sally put in. 

"I've just invented inter-dimensional physics," I said with a smile. 

Carol took another sip of her drink, prompting us to reach for our glasses. "Can you do that? Invent a new word." 

"In this case yes. It's a totally new and unexpected phenomena and I discovered it. I could do a bit of misdirection and call it 'Quantum Tunnelling' or 'Spooky action at a distance'." 

"No, inter-dimensional physics is okay. Now we need to set out the time and place. How about seven pm?" 

"Anytime yes," I agreed. 

"And I'll set it up for the hall. I intend to invite everyone I can think of including TV." 

"Yes," I agreed again. 

"Good," she said. "I'll get that down and then start making a list of invitees." 

She moved seats to an armchair, turned the laptop toward her, and opened it up. 

I took another sip of my drink and set it down. 

"Want to watch anything?" I asked Sally, reaching for the remote. 

"No," she said, with a shake of her head. "Let's just snuggle for a while." 

I hit the off button and dropped it back as she put her cup down. I let her pull me back as she tilted backwards. She guided my arm over her shoulder, letting my hand slip to her side as she turned in. 

I glanced over to see Carol busy typing then moved my hand to cup Sally's breast as I turned back. She turned her head up with a grin on her face and blew me an air kiss before laying her head back down. 

I brought my arm up to grasp her arm, my thumb idly stroking as I considered what to say at the press conference. I was considering shock tactics, playing the clip where he ordered my arrest. 

I could follow that, by showing them the Prime Minister's daily briefing; that should make the point that nothing was secret anymore. I could then vocally tell them, why I thought it should be publically available and highlight some of the benefits. 

"If you two want to relax, your room's ready. Second door on the right. The first door is the bathroom," Carol said, interrupting my thoughts. 

I glanced at my watch, a little after nine. 

"I'll be busy with this for a while, it's taking a bit more research than I thought," she continued. 

"Okay thanks," I replied releasing Sally. "It's been an eventful day." 

We got up, me downing my glass while Sally picked the clothes up, and said goodnight as we left. I led the way, opening the door for Sally. There was a double bed with a folded down quilt along with a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. 

Sally took the clothes over and put them on top of the drawers while I walked over and sat on the bed. "Here, try a pair on," she said when she turned to me. 

I caught the boxers she threw and dropped them beside me to stand and unfasten my belt. She tossed her undies beside mine and started taking off her top as she walked to join me. 

My cock was already half hard as I as I pushed my trousers down, I could see her glance at it as I sat down. She was standing over me bare breasted, threading her arms through her new bra, it took me a second to realise it had a front clasp. 

She gave a little giggle when she looked up and saw me watching. I smiled back then bent forward to pull my trousers and socks off. My cock was fully erect when I straightened up and found Sally slipping her panties down. 

For a long second I could do nothing but stare at the dark V of curly hair before she bent to take them off. She straightened and my eyes followed her bulging breasts spilling out of the quarter cup bra. 

She took a pace closer when she stepped out of them. "Close your mouth, before you start drooling," she said jokingly as she leaned to the side of me to pick up the fresh panties. 

"Sorry," I said, turning with my hand going to her shoulder as I kissed her arm. 

"Put yours on," she said softly as she trailed them over my thighs. 

I leaned back up to grab them while Sally straightened clutching a skimpy thong. I bent forward and thrust my feet into the shorts, standing as I pulled them up. She was pulling hers up, opening her legs as she eased them into her crotch. 

They were V shaped and near transparent and tight enough to give a hint of a camel toe. Tufts of her bushy pubes spilled out in the notch of the V, dark against her pale skin and the blush pink of the panties. 

My cock now held upright in the shorts, twitched and grew a little harder. As my eyes tracked up, she stepped forward and sat astride my knees. She leaned in and brushed her lips over mine as her fingers busied themselves undoing my shirt. 

"They make you look really big," she said admiringly as she stood to push the shirt from my shoulders. 

"Mm," I said, glancing down. "I think you have something to do with that." 

She moved her hands to her hips and gave them a wiggle as she straightened up. My eyes tracked up her body, lingering a few moments on her jiggling breasts before meeting her eyes. 

"Well?" she asked. 

"You look sexy and beautiful," I replied, lifting my eyebrows. 

She grinned at me as she brought her arms up to my shoulders and sat back on my knees. I slipped my arms around her back and pulled her closer. She anticipated the kiss, her tongue snaking out to meet mine even before our lips met. 

I held her firmly as I levered us further back, then lifted her legs with mine to twist us properly onto the bed. Her hands had shifted to my cheeks, keeping the kiss going till I could respond again. 

The feel of her skin, the firmness of her breasts pressed against me, delighted and excited me. Squeezed between us my shaft felt hot and hard, ready for use. All that was on my mind now was Sally and the intimacy I felt between us. 

The kiss mellowed and she ended it with a smatter of light kisses around my mouth. Lifting her hips she drew her knees up to sit in my lap, her hot pussy pressing on the base of my shaft. 

It was then that I thought of the condoms, or rather the lack of them. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed, drawing myself up on my elbows. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, slightly alarmed. 

"We've got no condoms," I explained, disappointment colouring my voice. 

"Oh," she huffed. "How could we forget them?" 

"It doesn't matter, we can sixty-nine instead," I commiserated. 

"We should have got some when we went to the supermarket," she said rhetorically, chiding herself. 

"It's okay," I reassured her. 

"I know. It's that tonight could be the last. You've got a very public appearance and I've got my period coming this weekend," she explained. 

"I'm hoping that the press conference will see an end to them wanting to question me," I replied. "Shall I ask Carol if she has any handy?" 

"Oh God no! It was embarrassing enough when she paid for the new underwear," she retorted. 

"Then we do without," I said calmly. "I promise there'll be a next time. I don't mind if we just cuddle and go to sleep." 

"No," she said, launching herself forward to lie back down on me. "I want us to make love, to enjoy the feel of you inside me. Joining us in heart and body." 

"We could use the catholic contraception, coitus interruptus," I offered. 

"That's cruel to both of us," she came back. "I've got a better idea. We could sixty-nine first and then when you've recovered we can make love properly. You won't have much cum the second time and my period is due." 

"As you wish," I replied, loosening my arms to let my hands slip to her sides. "Do you want top or bottom?" 

"Top is better," she replied with a giggle as she eased herself back up. 

My eyes were drawn to the nipple slipped free of the tight cup. I could also feel my cock growing firm as her pussy pressed against it. She used my ribs as leverage to stand, and then brought her hands to her hips. 

She stepped to the side of me to slide the thong down, letting gravity take it when it got to her knees. Stepping out of it she positioned herself above me, giving me a magnificent view of her pussy before she squatted and I reached up to take her thighs to guide her. 

She was already wet and the taste and aroma flooded my senses as my tongue tip brushed over her slippery plump lips. I heard a slight sighing moan as her hands landed softly on my tummy and then slid down over my shorts. 

My cock was straining against the material as her hands stroked over it, sending shivers through me. I let my tongue respond, dipping it into her honey hole and rolling it around the rim. 

I felt her thumbs slide up and hook under my waistband. As I lifted my hips, she slid them to the tops of my legs, catching my helmet with her tongue as it sprang up. The thrill of it squeezing through her lips as she sucked it in sent another shiver through my body. 

Our mutual licking and sucking pushed us both inexorably towards the moment of climax, with me being the first to succumb, my trembling body and twitching hips giving her all the warning she needed to take me deep into her mouth when I came. 

She continued sucking till the increased sensitivity made me twist my hips away. 

She pushed herself up as I rolled back and surrendered to the glow of sexual relief and satisfaction. Through heavy lidded eyes, I watched her twist to kneel beside me then lie down across my still heaving chest. 

"Mm," she sighed as she wrapped one hand around my neck while the other one snaked down to grasp my now flaccid cock. 

My head felt heavy as I craned my neck and planted a thank you kiss on her head. She responded by licking my chest then wriggling across until she could lick my nipple. It tickled and I had the urge to laugh but suppressed it to give a contented "Mm." 

We lay quietly, Sally giving my cock the occasional squeeze and rub, till it began to respond and started thickening. She slipped one leg over mine as she started to stroke my strengthening shaft. 




Finding Time 05



As it rose up she moved her other hand to my shoulder and pushed herself up, her leg slipping across my thighs to leave her kneeling over them still hand rearing my cock to its full glory. 

She lifted herself on her knees and pulled my cock upright to brush the helmet through her soft folds. It was sensitive enough to make me gasp as she plunged down on it and then give a groan as her flesh met mine. 

She rested a few moments, an ecstatic grin on her face and her eyes screwed tight. She started slowly, riding the full length a few times before starting to quicken and shorten the stroke. 

I lay there, soaking up the pleasure while she pounded away on top. Oddly, I felt no extra thrill from doing it without a condom and even more oddly wondered if it was a better experience for her. 

She started moaning and grunting, her breath shortening. I willed her on, my hips rising as a shiver ran through her and broke her rhythm. In another couple of jerky thrusts, her moan rose to a quick shriek until she snatched her hand to her mouth to stifle it. 

I grasped her arms as the shudder left her trembling; looking up into her ruddy grinning face, I saw tendrils of hair plastered to her forehead and a pair of glistening eyes. 

I eased her down onto me feeling her hot breath on my shoulder and her heart still beating twenty to the dozen. I lifted my knees a little and wrapped my arms around her. 

I lay holding her, my cock slowly softening as the hope of her continuing faded. She didn't stir until my cock plopped out, when she eased herself down beside me. I rolled to face her, laying my arm in the dip of her tummy. 

"Mm," she sighed, twisting to face me. 

"Hit the spot, did it?" keeping my face straight as I solicitously enquired. 

"Mm," she sighed again as she slipped her arm over mine. 

I lifted my chin as she squeezed her head under mine and lifted a thigh onto mine. I pushed my trapped arm under her and brought my hand to gently knead the nape of her neck. 

"Sleepy?" I asked. 

"A little bit, I feel safe and warm in your arms. I'm so happy we met," she said, her arm tightening to hug me. 

"So am I, I love you," I replied shifting my hand from her hip to lightly rub her thigh. 

"And I love you," she answered back 

We lay quietly for a few moments then I asked, "Do you want children?" 

Her head popped up as she arched her neck to look at me. "Yes of course!" she exclaimed. "But I also want a career, once I'm established we can start planning for a family." 

I leant forward and kissed her forehead, "That's settled then." 

"Mm, just like that," she queried. "I expected some discussion." 

I gave her thigh a squeeze. "Yes, well I don't argue against sensible decisions. It's you that carries the child and it's your career. If that's the way you want it, so be it." 

"Thank you for understanding," she said, stretching to kiss my chin before snuggling back into me. 

"Mm," I replied, letting the sound rumble in my throat. 

I agreed with her, now wasn't the time. There were going to be a turbulent few years ahead of us, it would be better seeing how that played out before starting a family. Our children and their generation were never going to understand the corruption we were leaving behind in our old world. 

"I need to take this bra off," she complained. "It might look sexy but it's a bugger to wear." 

As she rolled back, I brought my hand up between her breasts and pinched open the pair of hooks and eyes. 

"Ah," she sighed, as the cups sprung open. 

As I slipped my hand up to cover her breast, her hand came up and covered mine. Pulling her arm from my neck, she twisted and turned her back to me. She kept her hand on mine as she snuggled back into me. 

I woke first to find her half sprawled across me, as I looked around it took me a second to remember where we were. I tried to gently ease myself from beneath her only to have her grip me tighter when I started to move. 

"I need to go the toilet," I said, bringing my hand up to brush her hair. 

"What time is it?" she asked, pushing herself up a little to look at me. 

I brought my hand up to look, "Just after seven thirty." 

She slid herself off me. "Come back to bed then?" she asked as she rolled onto her back. 

"Mm," I replied, twisting my legs over the edge. 

As I stood, I pulled my shorts up from around my thighs, letting my cock slip down my leg. 

"That makes your arse look hot," Sally said with a giggle. 

I chuckled, as I turned back to her, "Not half as sexy as you last night in that thong." 

She laughed. "I knew you'd like it." 

"I like what's hidden underneath better," I retorted. 

She gave an explosive, "Ha," then grinned at me. 

"I've got to go," I said, shifting my hand to my cock. 

"Go on then," she replied, mildly chiding me. 

I gave her a wry smile as I turned and walked to the door. Though the sun was lighting our bedroom the passage was dark. Turning on the light I walked down and knocked on the bathroom door. I waited for the obligatory second or two then opened it. 

There was a bathtub with a shower enclosure one end, the toilet beyond with a bidet opposite and the hand basin just inside the door. There was no lock so I shut it behind me and eased my shorts down as I made for the toilet. 

I was washing my hands, as the knock came on the door. "A moment!" I shouted back. 

I shook my hands dry as I turned to the door, wiping them dry on my shorts before opening it. Carol stood there in a dressing gown, her hair a little tousled. 

"Morning," she greeted me. "Sleep well?" 

"Yes thanks," I replied. 

"I'm having a shower. Help yourself to coffee, oh I've got eggs in the fridge, I was going to scramble them for breakfast, is that okay?" she continued. 

"Yep, that's fine." 

"I'll be about ten minutes; Sally and you can shower after, if you want." 

"Thanks," I answered as I slipped past her. 

She shut the door and I walked back to our room. "Carol's up, she'll be starting breakfast soon," I announced as I walked in. "Scrambled eggs okay for you?" 

"Oh, I was hoping for another half hour," she replied, sticking her head up. 

"You've got ten minutes, you can shower after she's finished," I said as I walked across to her. 

"Okay," she replied, stretching an arm out to me. 

Taking her hand, I got onto the bed and lay back down beside her. "I wonder if Carol will notice that the beds been slept on and not in," I mused as we snuggled together. 

"Maybe," she replied. "That's a funny question." She continued, arching her head back. 

"Just an odd thought," I answered. "Put it down to my inquisitive mind." 

"I wonder where we'll be sleeping tonight," she said with a sigh. 

"Home in our own bed," I said hopefully. "Once we're past the press conference the cat's out of the bag. There's no point in questioning me after I've told the world." 

"I hope so, then everything can get back to normal." 

"Until the revolution starts," I joked back. 

"That won't bother us too much out here. I doubt if we'll see riots in the streets," she said dropping her head onto my arm. 

I let her answer stand. We might not see riots but the worldwide effects would cripple the global economy and kill the current banking system, we'd suffer from the consequences of that and it wasn't going to be pleasant. 

Our little sojourn didn't last the ten minutes before she rolled onto her back. 

"I need to use the toilet," she said, sitting up. 

"There's no lock on the door, pop your head around and ask," I suggested. 

"That would be rude," she answered. 

"It's better than peeing yourself waiting," I reasoned. 

"I know," she said clambering over me to get off the bed. 

I rolled to face her as she stood, my eyes feasting on the sight of her nude body. She crossed to the drawers and fished out a fresh pair of panties. I watched as she pulled them on before crossing back to me. 

"Aren't you getting up?" she asked. 

"Yes, I'll go and put the kettle on for coffee," I answered, swinging my legs to the edge. 

She bent and picked up her top from the floor, giving me a last look at her breasts before she slipped it on and turned for the door. I scooped my trousers up and put them on before following her. 

She'd disappeared into the bathroom by the time I got to the door and I walked on past to the kitchen. It was only after I set the kettle boiling that I discovered the percolator while searching for the cups and coffee. 

She also had an opened jar of freeze-dried coffee and I used that, as it was quicker. I prepared theirs but only poured mine then sat waiting for them. My thoughts turned to the Tunnel; I needed to follow up on what happened next with Smythe-Brown. 

Just as they wanted to know how far I'd spread the news, I wondered if they'd let our cousins over the water, in on the potential yet. I also wanted to get a look at how far they'd gotten building their Tunnel. 

I heard the girls talking and got up to reheat the kettle, when I turned back they were both at the doorway. 

"Coffee coming up," I announced. "Carol, do you take sugar?" 

"I'll get it, it's sweetener actually," she replied, walking over. 

My eyes stayed fixed on Sally, her bare breasts were wobbling and leaving nipple tracks as she heaved herself into the seat at the breakfast bar. The click of the kettle drew my focus back to making the drinks. 

Carol came over to my elbow. "Which one's mine?" she asked. 

"Either," I answered, as I filled the second cup. 

She dropped two tiny tablets in and then picked up the milk carton. "Sally takes milk?" 

"Yes thanks," I replied. 

She poured and resealed the milk before returning it to the fridge while I picked up Sally's cup and walked over to join her at the breakfast bar. 

"What're your plans for today?" Carol asked. 

I glanced at Sally before I spoke. "I want to follow up on Department C12, find out what was said at the meeting." 

"Good, I was planning on nipping over to the University this morning. I want to use the mail server to put out the press release." 

"Okay," I acknowledged. 

"I've got over a hundred invites to send out, I doubt if everyone will come but we should get a good response," she carried on. 

"That sounds like a lot," Sally said. 

"Not really, they're mostly the heavy-weights from around the world," she replied as she crossed back to the door. "I'm going to get dressed; I'll start breakfast in a minute." 

"Okay," I answered as she disappeared out the door. 

"I'm going to grab a quick shower then," Sally declared, slipping of the stool nursing her cup. 

"Ah ha, I'll finish my coffee first," I replied. 

"Okay," She said, giving me a smile before walking off. 

A crowd of a hundred reporters sounded a little terrifying, I'd hoped for around ten or twenty science correspondents when I'd thought through my plan for a conference. Still, with that many it would be difficult to silence them all. 

I was going to have to borrow more money; we were going to need a stack of discs and time enough to make a hundred copies. A better solution popped into my head; give them the password to the article I posted on Wiki, a simple yet elegant fix. 

I rinsed the cup before making my way back to the bedroom. After dressing, I lay on the bed and waited for Sally to finish her shower. I wondered what I was going to say to them tonight, especially when the why and how were unknowns. 

Sally came in with a towel wrapped around her and a shower cap covering her hair. I rolled to face her as she walked over. As she got to the bed, she dropped her panties and top next to me then undid the towel. 

My eyes flicked down and up as I admired her body, ending on her smiling face. She brought one foot up and towelled her leg dry. 

"If we can't get back to the flat I'm going to have to do some more shopping," she said. 

"If you wait till this evening, it won't matter if we use our cards. They are going to have a perfect reference point with the conference. In fact thinking about it, as soon as we see where they are with their tunnel it could be safe to visit the supermarket," I replied. 

She swapped legs, drawing my attention back to her bushy mound. 

"Hey, I'm up here," she chided, draping the towel over her thigh to block my view. 

"Sorry, it's just your body's so beautiful," I replied looking up to her face. 

She grinned at me. "Thanks, I think. Don't forget I've got a mind as well." 

"There's no doubting that, you've got both beauty and brains," I replied, deliberately sweeping my gaze down her body. 

She chuckled and lazily flicked the towel at me. "Tease." 

I made a halfhearted lunge, which made her snatch it away. "Stop it or I'll be late for breakfast," she said laughingly. 

She finished drying the leg then tossed the towel at me to lean across and pick up her panties. I held on to the towel as I sat up and crabbed my way to the bottom of the bed. 

"I'll wait for you in the living room. Going to watch a bit of news on TV," I said slipping off the bed. 

I left her balancing on one hand, threading her second foot through. I missed my razor and toothbrush as I walked past the bathroom, a day without wouldn't hurt me, but I'd be glad to get back to my own things tonight. 

I turned the TV on and sat in one of the chairs to watch it. Sally joined me some ten minutes later. She looked enquiringly at me then at the kitchen door. 

"No, not since I've been here," I said answering her unspoken question. 

"She was planning scrambled eggs you said?" 

"Yes," I replied, nodding. 

"I'll get it ready for her," she said walking on past me. 

"Do you want a hand?" 

"No, you're alright," she replied over her shoulder as she made for the door. 

I settled back and continued watching the news. When the sports section came on, I got up and wandered into the kitchen to see what Sally was doing. I found her looking through a cupboard. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed, turning to me when she heard me. 

"I was just looking for the salt and pepper," she continued as she shut the doors. 

She turned to me. "Everything else is ready." 

She looked toward the stove and I followed her gaze. The carton of eggs, the pan and a carton of milk were laid out along with a wooden spoon. 

"Oh, I think you can leave it to Carol now, she can pick it up from here," I said walking over to her. "Why don't you sit down and I'll put the kettle on." 

"I'll have mine with breakfast," she answered, stretching out her arm. 

"Okay," I replied closing on her and slipping my arm around her back as she slid her arm around my waist. 

I walked her over to the breakfast bar and lifted her onto the stool. "Apart from shopping is there anything else you need to do?" 

"No, not really," she answered. 

"So it looks like we're going to spend a lot of time in the basement. Do you think we should take some sandwiches or something?" 

"If you want, we could ask Carol to stop at that Subway place." 

"Yes," I agreed, dropping my hand from her waist to reach into my back pocket. "I could break into my last tenner." 

I pulled my wallet out and checked. 

"We could get a couple of cans of Iron Brew as well. They don't stock that in the machine." 

"It's a pity we can't get a thermos of coffee as well," I reflected. 

"I think I've got a thermos somewhere," Carol said from behind me, having entered unnoticed. "I see you got things ready. Thanks." 

"We were talking about taking a packed lunch," I said turning to her. 

"I couldn't find the pepper," Sally said simultaneously over my shoulder as Carol continued walking toward the stove. 

"The salt and pepper should be in here." Carol said as she opened the corner cabinet. 

She brought them out, putting them with the other ingredients before bending to bring out a saucepan from under the counter. "Who likes it milky?" she asked as she turned the stove on. 

"That's me," Sally answered. "Just a dash to keep the mix wet." 

"Ah," Carol responded. "I like a little in omelettes for the same reason. I'll have to try it your way." 

"It's the way my mother makes them," Sally added. 

"I think," Carol said as she looked at me. "That the flask was in the cupboard next to the fridge." 

Sally's hand dropped from my waist as I turned to look and then started toward it. 

"You planning on staying hidden all day?" Carol asked of no-one in particular. 

"At least till dinner time," I replied. "The research will probably take that long." 

"Shall we meet for lunch then? The Theatre Restaurant 'round about one?" 

"Yes that sounds fine," I answered, bending to open the cupboard. 

I had to empty a few things out to find it, a bright blue stainless steel flask. After I repacked the cupboard, I unscrewed the lid as I walked over to the kettle to give it a rinse out. 

"Use the percolator," Carol said. "It tastes better from the flask. Oh and it's nicer if you don't add milk. We'll buy a carton on the way." 

"Thanks," I replied. 

"You're welcome," she answered automatically. 

I busied myself with the coffee, leaving it to perk while Carol served up Sally's breakfast. Mine was next and after I'd eaten I finished making the coffee while Carol ate hers. 

We picked up the sandwiches and things on the way. When we got there Carol had a look around inside while Sally and I checked the windows of the library opposite from inside the car. 

My one worry was if they'd tapped into the security cameras, there was no easy way of avoiding them so it was a risk. I had to hope that they'd given a low probability to my turning up here. 

It took us a while to get it out and up and running. My first destination was the street outside my flat, scanning up and down it looking for watchers. They'd set up a van with two people in the back, it was too new and shiny and stood out like a sore thumb. 

There were several displays, a couple showing views of the street and my front door and one showing the inside of my room. After a couple of seconds I retuned it to take a peek in the lab at GCHQ. 

They'd upped the sophistication of their machine, adding a pair of three electronic slider boxes for the oscillator. I could see they were also constructing several more globes; one was nearly finished with three more in various stages completion. 

Clustered around the display were one general and three other serious looking gentlemen, all silently watching as Dr. Quigley and an assistant directed the camera. They were exploring a mud bricked dwelling in a breeze block compound. 

There was a family in residence; their garb told me they were Arabian or North Africans. They paid the price for their crude set up, the picture jittering enough to be a distraction. 

I put it on pause. "Well at least they're not watching us watching them," I remarked turning to Sally. 

"I thought they would be as well. I guess terrorism takes precedence." 

"I think they're still showing it off," I ventured. "I'm going to jump back to yesterday evening." 

I turned back to the keyboard and made the adjustments. He and his assistant were busy constructing the globes and their tunnel switched off. I jumped back an hour to find the lab empty. 

"They don't seem to be using theirs at all," Sally commented 

"No," I replied, hitting the pause and straightening up. 

She shifted her arm, moving it further up my back. "Yet they're building more." 

"They've probably got a new design, they may be waiting for it to be constructed or something." I answered. 

"Then they don't know about our improvements," she reflected. 

"Apparently not." I agreed as I turned to look at her. 

"Where next?" she asked. 

"Back to that Smythe guy's office. See what his meeting was about and who else he contacts." 




Finding Time 05



"I think we ought to follow up on the General," she proposed. "Listen in on their briefing and their comments afterwards." 

"Mm, we can put that on the list. They're probably interested in using it to spy on terrorists from the look of the demo they were having. I want to see if the Americans know about it yet and that might come out at Smythe's meeting. He's the guy who's chasing us." 

"You're the boss," she replied cheerily. 

I couldn't resist leaning into her and planting my lips on hers. Her hand came up to cradle my head as her lips twisted on mine. The kiss lasted longer than I expected, her response passionate enough to set my cock twitching. 

She lay back when she broke the kiss. "Put the condoms at the top of the list," she said with a grin. 

"I already have, it's up there with a razor and toothbrush," I replied with a chuckle. 

She relaxed back. "Let's see what your man has to say and we'll take a break." 

I turned back to the keyboard and took us there. I picked up from where he dispatched the letter and skipped forward over him reading the report. On the second jump we found him on the telephone. 

"He was the only expert I could find at short notice," he explained brusquely. 

... 

"I know, but that's internal. What matters is that we keep a lid on it." 

... 

"No no no, the message has gone out to them but I've heard nothing back." 

... 

"No, the report landed on my desk this morning, the Quigley fellow red flagged it to me. There was no forewarning of his conclusions." 

... 

"Yes Sir Humphrey. That matter is in hand." 

... 

"Thank you. I'll keep you informed of developments," he replied, listening a moment longer before hanging up. 

I paused it and turned to Sally. 

"Sounds like he was getting his ear chewed." she observed with a chuckle. 

"A Sir Humphrey, only top civil servants get knighted," I remarked. "Sounds like the shit's hit the fan." 

"Who do you suppose the message has gone out to?" she asked, picking up on what he'd said. 

"I know what it could mean but there are other explanations too," I answered. "I think the 'matter is in hand' might be a reference to me." 

She chuckled. "I'd prefer your matter in my hand," she said shifting her hand to my thigh. 

I dropped my hand down to cover hers. "Shall we see if we can make time this afternoon?" I asked casually. 

Her fingers tightened on my thigh. "Mm, go shopping first then back to Carols house." 

I squeezed her hand. "Yep." 

"Mm," she said leaning into me. 

"Let's get this finished and take that break," I said, giving her hand another squeeze. 

"Okay," she replied sitting up. 

I turned back to the keyboard and did a couple more five minute jumps while he dealt with other paperwork. We overshot a bit on the next one to find him sitting with three others in the easy chairs, two men and a woman. 

"Christopher," Smythe-Brown said, looking at the guy next to him. "I think you know Harold and Rebecca." 

"Yes, I've sat in with Rebecca once or twice and I know Chris well," he replied. 

"Can I ask what this is about?" asked Mary. 

"Some damned scientist has discovered how to see through time. It's a new branch of physics so don't ask me how. We originally thought it was something astronomical, a way to extend telescopes, that was the intelligence. It turns out that when we built one we found you could see anywhere at any time." 

He paused briefly to glance around them. "We're hoping to clamp down on it, it's only circulating in scientific circles at the moment and we can make them behave by classifying the research." 

Looking at Rebecca he continued. "I want your department to handle that." 

The conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. His secretary pushed the door open and brought in a tea trolley loaded with tea, coffee and a plate of biscuits. 

"Let's hope the weekend is slowing them down on that," I half whispered to Sally. 

"This is yesterday yes?" 

"Yes, they've had a day to get organised," I replied. 

The secretary left the trolley there after transferring the cups and plate to the low table in the centre. We fell silent as the conversation continued on. 

"Chris," Smythe Brown started. "You of course will liaise with Greg from the Agency. He's had an initial briefing when we thought it was astronomical. Get hold of him as soon as he hits the office." 

He took time to take a sip of his drink before carrying on. "Harold. I want you to investigate this Professor Lutner. I want to know everything about him. I've issued a warrant to GS17 and I want you ready when they pick him up." 

I hit the pause and turned to Sally. "Well, the Americans know now. It would be useful if we could find out who Greg was." 

"I think Harold is the one you should concentrate on, he's the one in charge of catching you." 

"Yes, I was intending to track him when he left. He's probably the one who'll order the surveillance," I replied. "Shall we do that or take a break now?" 

"I vote for a break," she said, standing up. 

"Good," I said as I straightened up and arched my shoulders back with a little stretch. 

She stretched over and retrieved the Subway bag, handing me the small carton of milk then pulling one of her drinks out. 

I half stood and reached for the flask. "Well at least we know we're relatively safe from being spied on," I remarked. 

"For the moment, it will be interesting to see what design they come up with," she replied. 

"Hmm, I doubt if it'll be better than ours," I answered unscrewing the flask. 

She took her sandwich from the bag and sat down again. "Want a bite?" she offered. 

"No thanks," I answered pouring my coffee. 

"I wonder how they are getting on at the Red Cross?" she mused, bringing the roll to her lips. 

"I know, I haven't checked my emails for a while, there could be something there." 

Sally swivelled on the chair, half turning away from me as she lay back on me, her head against my shoulder. "I need to check my mail as well, see if there's any more news about the Sonar. I wish this was all over and I could get on with my research on Europa." 

I swung my arm over her shoulder, letting it fall between her breasts as my hand slipped down to clasp her waist. "We could both do with it over," I replied with a sigh. "Hopefully the press conference will put an end to our fugitive status." 

"Mm," she sighed. "But I wouldn't bank on it." 

I took a sip of my coffee, letting the conversation lapse into silence. So far we'd found nothing really worrying, the censorship effort was going to be a joke after tonight, the Americans would probably still be struggling to get their agents into place and I was still free. 

We still had the advantage of our time tunnel, the next thing was to follow up on Harold, see if I could find out where they were looking for me and if Sally was known to them yet. 

I lifted the cup to my lip to find it was empty. Through my arm I could feel Sally still eating. "A second," I said, giving her hip a squeeze. 

"Mm, what?" she mumbled through a mouthful of food. 

"I need a refill," I replied, withdrawing my arm. 

She straightened a bit as I leant forward. "Do you think there will...?" she paused. "I'm trying to imagine how society will change. Not the privacy bit but what's going to happen to money if the banks are brought down? 

"Hmm, the corrupt and unscrupulous will be exposed but the normal bank activities should go on, it depends on how much panic there is. Trading in stocks and shares and commodities will take a big hit, all the boardroom secrets would come out. I don't expect anything to change overnight." 

"Uh huh," she said, leaving me to carry on. 

"As more and more of the machines become available the people at the top are going to realise that all their dirty little secrets are going to come out. Many are just going to disappear off the radar, the rest will know their days are numbered." 

"It only needs a few Tunnels in the right hands and the results would be spread across the internet in hours." 

"Yes, I wish we could give all the reporters one to take away with them." 

"What about the cores you've got ready? You've got oscillators as well." 

"Far too few, can you imagine the uproar over who deserves one. It doesn't matter; we go with what we have," I answered, nursing the cup as I lay back. 

"Have you thought about what you're going to say?" she asked, leaning back against me. 

"As little as possible. I think it's best to be blunt and just feed them the facts. The technology is here and we have to deal with it, privacy might still exist as a concept but in practice it's dead. Whether we surrender it to the government or to the public at large is the choice in front of us." 

"Sounds about right. I wonder how they'll take the news. I'll bet you get a few Doubting Thomas's even with the live demonstration," she remarked, leaning forward to slide her empty can onto the bench. 

"I don't mind denialists they'll soon change their minds once we get a few more in circulation," I replied. "Are you ready to start again?" 

She sat back up. "Do you want me to take over the controls?" 

"Yes if you want," I replied straightening myself up. 

We swapped seats and I slipped my arm around her back as she settled in front of the keyboard. "Jump to the end of the meeting and follow Harry, yes?" she asked. 

"Yes," I replied with a nod. 

She turned back to the screen and began tapping the keys. We skipped a few five minutes while they chatted and finished their drinks then followed Harold back to his office and listened in as he phoned GS17. 

"Hello, to whom am I speaking?" 

... 

"Good, I'm Harold Sterns, Assistant Director MI2. I'm taking over the Purple Haze operation." 

... 

"Ah good, you've got the memo. I want to be kept up to speed on Professor Lutner." 

... 

"Good, good. As soon as you have him in custody I want to know." 

... 

"Right. I'll expect to hear from you soon." 

"Pause it there," I said. 

She turned and looked at me as she did. 

"Jump to first thing this morning. Let's see what they're doing now," I continued. 

"Okay." 

A few clicks of the keys later and we were stating at an angry man shouting down the telephone. "I don't care, don't tell me where they aren't, he can't have disappeared," he said before slamming the receiver down. 

He took a second to calm himself down before picking it up again and dialling. 

"Hello Anne, its Harold. Put me through to the boss will you." 

... 

"Thanks." 

... 

"Sir. I'm afraid I don't have good news. GS17 haven't managed to locate either Professor Lutner or Miss Marshal." 

... 

"Yes sir, we're monitoring both their rooms, they both spent the night out." 

... 

"I'm on my way to their office now; if there's anything new I'll ring you back." 

... 

"Yes sir, I'll see to it." 

He sighed as he put the phone down, muttering. "Bloody idiots," under his breath. 

We jumped forward a couple of five minutes as he read his mail and quickly went through the file on his desk. We followed him through the endlessly curving corridors to a windowless office on the second floor. 

He knocked and entered without waiting for an answer. "Karen," he greeted the woman behind the desk. 

"Yes sir," she replied. 

"Are we sure he's nowhere on campus?" 

"No, but we've got bugs in his study and lab so we know he hasn't been there. He hasn't used his car either, we found it in the car park." 

"And he hasn't used his phone or card," he stated rhetorically. 

"Nor has she. His went offline just after he got the receptionists call, hers later in the afternoon. I think the visit spooked them." 

"You may be right or they may have gone to a party and be still sleeping it off." 

"True, but from what I've found out so far neither appear to be party animals. I suppose with his discovery they might have a celebratory drink somewhere." 

"No, I think you're right. The visit scared them. The question is where would they run. We need to expand the search to their parents and friends back home, go through their phone records and see what you can find." 

"Yes sir," she said. 

"I'll be in the building all morning. Page me if anything comes up," he said turning for the door. 

"Yes sir," she repeated to his retreating back. 

Sally paused it and turned to me. "I think we're better staying here than following him back." 

"Yeah, this looks like the sharp end of the process." 

She turned back and started it again. "Should we risk it and jump till she gets a visitor or phone call?" 

"If she's doing nothing else interesting, remember we're only about two hours in front of her, it's half ten now." I said, looking at my wristwatch to confirm it. "It's half eight there." 

"We could go back to the General, find out who he is and what his interests are," she suggested, looking at me over her shoulder. 

"If you want," I said agreeing. 

She turned back again and entered the co-ordinates. Within seconds we were back in Dr. Quigley's lab. We skipped five forward and timed it nicely with Quigley's assistant shutting the Tunnel down while the doctor himself was walking the General to the door. 

"How long till the new one is ready Brian?" asked the General, clapping his hand on Quigley's shoulder. 

"I've told you," he scolded back. "I can't hurry Resources, they're still designing the circuitry and software. And it'll do no good if you try to bully them about it. After all, time is of no concern now," he added chuckling. "Unless someone sets off a bomb somewhere soon." 

There was the "Sss," of someone's sharp intake of breath. Sally turned and gave me a puzzled look. 

"American humour," I said passing it off. "I don't understand it either." 

She turned back and had to finger the pan key to bring them back into picture. 

"Seriously Brian, we need to get these deployed as soon as possible," the General continued. 

From the new angle I could read the General's name tag. John H Jones. 

"General, as soon as I know you'll know. At the moment they're saying another three days so we're looking at next Wednesday at a minimum," Brian replied. 

"Do your best to hurry them along, there are one or two things brewing that I'd like to get a handle on," the General replied, pausing at the door to let his civilian colleagues exit first. 

Sally paused the action, turning to me. "Follow him or back to Karen?" 

"Back to Karen I think. I'd venture to say that they're too compartmentalized over this. The General is too focused on anti-terrorism while Wilfred is bound by his conventional thinking and can't see the big picture." 

"Don't complain," she said brightly. "It's working to our advantage so far." 

"I know, for once I'm glad the wheels grind exceedingly slow and exceedingly small." 

She reset the coordinates to take us back to Karen's office, jumping us back in as the door was still closing on Harold's exit.



Finding Time 06







Finding Time 06



"Okay."

I released her and turned to the door, she followed behind, still drying her hands. My cock was already thickening in anticipation of having her naked pussy there in front of me and what it would lead to.

As I walked down to the kitchen she turned up for the bedroom. I wondered how many hidden watchers there were, how many of them would be skipping over the 'scene' and how many would stay glued to their screens.

When I got back, stool in hand, she was standing waiting for me dressed only in the thong and her bra.

"Put the stool here," she said, motioning just in front of her, "and sit back on the bath."

"That's not going to work; I need to be nearer the sink. You'll have to sit sideways and I'll crouch" I replied, crowding her into taking a step back before setting the stool before her.

She reached onto the sink and picked up an eyebrow pencil. "Here." She handed it to me. "You can use this to mark the line."

She stepped around the stool and hoisted herself up. Hooking her feet around the legs she arched back slightly to flatten her abdomen. "Just below the waistband," she said looking up at me.

I stepped in and bent a little as I traced a thick line across the top and down either side. "Done," I said straightening up.

As she straightened up I turned to the sink, laying the pencil down and picking up the soap. My excitement stirred my cock again, I could feel it swelling and straightening inside my tight shorts.

She was still adjusting herself as I turned back, soap in hand. She had just the cheeks of her arse on the seat. Her knees were splayed and her hands behind her gripping the edge of the stool.

My eyes quickly focused in between her thighs, feasting on the sight before them. Her pussy in all its glory, her pubes narrowing down to outline the dark tips of her flaring lips and the glistening pink slit in the centre.

"Ready," she said.

"Right," I replied almost absentmindedly, as my gaze tracked back up to the pencil line.

I gave a final flip to the soap in my hands and leant in to begin applying the suds. I enjoyed the touch and feel of her as I worked my way up to include the few stray hairs that crept up towards her navel.

She craned her head forward as I turned and rinsed my hands before picking up the razor. Turning back I gave her a reassuring smile as I put one hand on her tummy and started to shave the isolated hair at the top.

Some fifteen minutes later I was using a third razor, putting the finishing touches to my handiwork, straightening the line as best I could using my finger as a guide. "There, try that," I said as I pushed myself erect and dropped the razor into the sink.

She freed her feet and slipped from the stool, putting a hand on my hip to steady herself as she bent to put her thong back on. When she withdrew the hand I squatted and took over the task of pulling them up.

She widened her thighs slightly as I slipped the waistband over her hips, looking down to check as I took a step back. "How does it look?" she asked glancing back up to me.

"A bit red raw but it looks a lot sexier," I answered, looking up to lock eyes with her.

She took a step forward. "You like it?" she said slipping her arms around me.

"Yes, it's a definite improvement," I replied softly as I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close.

"Let's go make love," she whispered back seductively.

"We need to tidy up here first. You take the stool back and I'll clean the sink," I replied, opening my arms.

She let out a little sigh. "Okay." 

I stepped aside as she turned and picked up the stool. When she passed me I moved back to the sink and pulled the plug. After rinsing it clean I was left with a little clump of her pubes. Rather than throw it in the bin with the razors I put it in my pocket.

"What are you doing?" she asked from the doorway.

"Just finished," I said turning to her.

"What did you just put in your pocket?" she asked, taking a pace toward me.

"Oh nothing," I replied, moving to close the difference between us.

She gave me an odd look and reached out her hand. I took her hand and let her lead me back to the bedroom. For the third time that afternoon my cock started to stiffen as I followed my near naked lover to consummate our love.

She released my hand when I paused to close the door behind us, walking on to sit on the edge of the bed. As I walked over she slipped the straps from her shoulders and unthreaded her arms then flipped the cups down.

I stopped in front of her, enjoying the view as she slid the strap around to unhook it. She looked up at me as she dropped the bra on the floor, her eyes twinkling as they locked onto mine.

"This will make up for last night," she said as she reached out and brushed a hand over my tented fly.

After a couple of strokes she brought her other hand up and began to undo my button. I stood there frozen by the pleasure washing through me, even my breath near stilled for fear of distracting her.

She stopped to pull my trousers down, bending forward to push them to my knees. I held her shoulders for balance as I trod them off. She straightened slowly as I did, her hand going to the waistband of my shorts to pluck out the condom.

"Keeping it handy I see," she said as she laid it down next to her.

"Yeah," I replied as I straightened and moved my hands to the waistband of my shorts.

"No, don't take them off yet," she protested.

I canted my head as I looked at her, a quizzical expression on my face.

"I think you look sexy in them. I want to peel them down when it's time to put the condom on," she explained, her hand coming back to rub over my tented cock.

The pleasure of her playing with my helmet subsumed all else bar the feeling of love bursting out of my heart. The need to please her back drove me to cup her cheeks and draw her up, her free hand coming to my hip to help her rise.

I bent my head to meet her lips with mine, her tongue darting in through my parted lips to worry and circle mine. as our bodies pressed together her hand slipped from between us as she looped her arms around me to pull us even tighter together and squeeze my cock against her belly.

As my hands migrated to massage the back of her head and neck the passion of the kiss matured into the pleasure of the pure physical contact. I would have been content to hold her like this forever but she slowly sank back down taking me with her.

As she sat she broke the kiss and put an arm behind her for support. She lay back pulling me on top of her, my feet still resting on the floor. I drew my arms down to rest on my elbows while keeping my cock pressed firmly against her.

Her hands slipped around to grasp my shoulders as she lifted her head and planted her lips on mine. This time I slipped my tongue into her mouth and wrestled with hers till she broke off the kiss and collapsed back down with a laugh.

"Happy?" I asked as the laugh faded into a smile.

"Than I've ever been in my life," she proclaimed. "I've got you and I'm on the leading edge of a new wave of discoveries."

"I love you," I said, bending my head to rub my nose against hers.

Her fingers tightened on my shoulders as she lifted slightly to rest her forehead on mine. "And I love you."

"Good. Now that that's settled are we making love on or in the bed?"

"On," she replied, dropping her arms.

I pushed myself back up and, as she twisted herself around, climbed on to join her. She lay facing me, her outstretched arm curling around my back as I shuffled in. As she snuggled into me I lifted her chin and took her lips again.

She squeezed her thigh between mine, her hip pressing against my rigid shaft. I was in heaven already, Sally was everything I could wish for and seemed to want me as much as I wanted her.

When she broke the kiss our closeness allowed me to pepper her lips with butterfly kisses till she surrendered her lips to my persistence. Our kiss was languorous this time around, our lips slipping over the other's as they rolled together.

After devoting a few minutes to kissing her I slipped my hand from her neck and traced across her back to her side. I eased back to slip my thumb onto her nipple and began to lightly massage it.

I felt it stiffen almost instantly as she broke the kiss with a soft moan. I eased her onto her back as my fingers curled around to cup her breast. I bent my head in as I shuffled down to capture her other nipple in my mouth.

Her hands came to my head, stroking down to my shoulders then up again as she arched her back fractionally. I licked greedily at one nipple while I rolled and tugged at the other with my finger and thumb.

When I had both of them plump and firm, I made the first swap and set her moaning as her fingers dug into my scalp. With the next swap I moved my knee over between her legs to spread her thighs, as they opened I lifted my other knee over to lie along her.

With my next switch I took both nipples with my fingers and thumbs while my lips started kissing down over her breast bone. As I got to her tummy I paused to let my tongue circle her navel while I shuffled further down

She widened her legs and drew her knees up as I slipped my arms down between them. I waggled my tongue across her freshly shaved skin as I tracked my way down onto the fabric of the thong.

Her hips arched up letting me swish my tongue over her firm mound. As I tracked down I tasted the wet patch. I pressed my lips down, sucking and licking at her juices as the flavour and aroma stimulated my senses.

I stretched my hands out to her splayed knees, lightly scraping my nails up and down her soft inner thighs. Her moans lengthened and softened as I massaged her lips with mine through the now sopping wet thong.

Her hands gripped my head, her fingers tensing and scratching as she ground her pussy against my mouth. I rode her twists and thrusts feeding on the backwash of the pleasure I was giving to her, enjoying the thrill of her body's pleasure from my touch. 

Her moans had turned to short cries as her breath shortened, her thrusts getting wilder as a first shiver ran through her. I slipped my hands down her thighs, my fingers finding the thin waistband.

I lifted my head as I pushed her legs together to pull the thong off, she assisted by raising her knees till I slipped them over then drawing her legs further back to let me slip them over her feet.

As she lowered her legs I let my hands slide down to her crotch and parted her thighs. I leant forward, ready to resume as her legs widened, my thumbs moving in to massage the sides of her hood while my tongue focused back on her hole.

Her excitement quickly mounted, her breathy moans turning to gasps. Her hips twitching as my tongue switched to teasing her hard nub. Her gyrations grew more frantic as another brief shudder wracked her body.

Her panted "Yeses" gave way to a screamed one as her body arched and forced me back. She fell back, her body trembling and flushed with her groan dying as she gulped in air.

I sat back on my heels, licking the taste of her from my lips, bringing a finger up to scrape the traces up from my chin and sucking it clean. As I watched, her breathing calmed and she blearily opened her eyes.

"Oh god," she sighed, closing her legs as she forced herself up onto her elbows. 

"That was so amazing." She sighed, twisting to me as she pushed herself up and put her hand on my knee. "You must have a magic tongue," she finished.

Leaning forward I looped my arms around her; letting my hands slip to grasp her cheeks and pull her to me, her knees widening as she pushed her groin against mine. She lifted her arms and clasped the nape of my neck. "I love you," she whispered as she pulled herself up to kiss me.

Half way through the kiss she set one of her hand squeezing down between us. I drew my stomach in to let it pass and gave a small moan of appreciation as her fingers brushed over my resurgent shaft.

She broke the kiss and began to lean backwards, her knees rising slightly to let her legs twist flat. As she pulled me with her I brought my hand to the bed, supporting us as I followed her down."Where's the condom?" she asked her eyes exploring my face.

"Under the pillow," I answered, looking over at it.

She gave my shoulder a squeeze before swinging her hand around to search under the crumpled pillow.

"On your back," she said as she drew the foil packet out.

I lifted my knee and bent my supporting arm to land on my back with her hand still gripping my hard shaft. She sat up and used her teeth to tear the packet open then gave my shaft a quick couple of strokes before lovingly rolling the condom on.

As I started to rise she put a hand on my chest and pivoted around to straddle me. She shuffled down a little then lowered her pussy onto my shaft. She tentatively eased her hips back, sending a surge of pleasure through my shaft as my helmet was squeezed between her pussy lips.

Our position constricted her movements, making her swing slow and gentle but thrilling none the less. As she got excited her movements started to get a little jerky, I slipped one hand around her back, warning her, "I'm going to roll us," as I pulled her close and levered us over with my elbow.

I let her reach down and guide my helmet into her hunny hole, letting myself sink down as she withdrew her hand. She sighed as it filled her, her hands slipping over my shoulders pulling on me.

"I love you," she said softly.

I dropped to my elbows, bending my head down to kiss her breastbone. Her hands drew back to clasp my head. I chose that moment to start swinging my hips, long and slow at first, then, as I pushed myself back up, more vigorously.

She let her hands slid down to hold my wrists, her eyes closed as she tilted her chin up and let out an appreciative sigh. I expected her to peak first and she didn't disappoint me, having her climax in under a minute.

I slowed as she bucked under me, riding it out to her cries of "Oh god," and "Yes, YES—". As she fell back I continued, slowly building up again as she recovered. It was a question of who would be next, a question shrinking in significance as I felt myself edging.

The jerkiness of my last thrust warned her and my groan confirmed it as I sent my first load jetting into her. When I was spent I dropped to my elbows. Sally looped her hands back to my shoulders, kneading my muscles.

As I recovered I could feel Sally's breasts pressing against me as she panted. I brought my head up to look at her; she was smiling at me, her eyes looking a little bleary as they focused on mine.

"Roll me on top," she asked, "I want to hug you."

I swung my hands under her shoulders as she clasped her hands behind my neck. Pinning her legs between mine, I turned onto my back. She drew her hands back to my shoulders, her head turning as she laid it against my cheek.

She was beginning to doze when my shrunken cock plopped out, her slight "Mm," hardly an acknowledgement let alone a complaint. I held her in my arms till she was sound asleep then gently slipped her to my side then reached down to pull the loose condom off and drop it off the side of the bed.

If I hadn't had to get the car back to Carol I would have dozed with her, as it was I gave her ten minutes then woke her with a kiss. We spent a minute or so hugging and kissing before I backed off and spoke.

"I need to get the car back to Carol. You can stay here if you want."

"Mm, I don't mind missing the cramped ride home.... Oh go on, I can relax with some music."

I dipped my head to give her a quick kiss before clambering off the bed and getting dressed. I stretched across to give her a goodbye kiss before leaving, nodding when she told me to take care.

The drive there was uneventful and I parked back at the theatre to wait the half hour or so for Carol to finish and walk over from her office. She drove us home and updated me on who was coming while I thought of Sally waiting.

"Sal," I called as Carol let me in.

She was in the living room listening to music as I should have remembered. She only realised we were back when we walked through the door, jumping up to greet me with a hug before saying hello to Carol.

"We've got time for a bite to eat if you're peckish," Carol said as she sat down. "I'd like to be back for six to make sure things are set up right."

"We'll need about half an hour to get the equipment set up, add on fifteen minutes to bring it over from the Engineering block and we'll be right," I replied.

"We've got access to the Audio Visual suite so you can plug your output into the screens," Carol added.

As she'd already told me that I wondered if it was a sign of her nervousness or thoroughness. "Good," I answered neutrally.

"What have you to eat?" Sally asked.

"I was thinking a sandwich. I've got ham, lettuce, tomato, or a mild cheese,"

"Ham would be fine," answered Sally. "Do you want me to make them?"

"Yes if you would," Carol replied happily. "It'll give me time to freshen up."

"No problem," Sally said, turning and heading for the kitchen.

"Have you got your speech ready?" Carol asked as she stood.

"No, not really. I was thinking of quickly explaining what it was capable of and giving them a live demo before taking questions. Sally suggested treating them like first years and keeping it simple, advice I think I'll follow."

"I've got a two page press release ready that emphasises the pro's, the live demonstration is the important feature of your part."

"That's the easy part, it might be a little fiddly if they don't have a precise date but that shouldn't be a big problem."

She nodded and started for the door. I took Sally's place and switched the program over to the news. It was no more than ten minutes before Sally walked back in carrying a tray. She set it down and sat next to me.

"There's four ham and two cheese," she informed me as I looked at the plate.

They were in one stack cut corner to corner. I took one of the top ones and one of the mugs of coffee and sat back. Sally snuggled up and we ate while we waited for Carol to return.

She took another five before she strolled back in wearing a crisp tailored business suit and a demure lace collared cream blouse.

"Wow, you'll knock them dead in that," Sally said admiringly.

"The occasion deserves it. It's not every day that you get to announce the end of the world as we know it."

I smiled at her words, though they were said with mock seriousness the concept behind them was striking fear in some very important people right now. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting and troublesome one for them if things went right.

She sat on the chair and helped herself to a sandwich and the coffee, her tights swishing as she crossed her legs. Leaving the last sandwich Carol checked the time.

"We'd best be going, the traffic's slow at this time of day," she announced.

We'd both finished and were on our feet in an instant. As she stood her phone went. She looked at the number before answering. "Andy."

...

"We're on our way now."

...

"No that's all sorted; they're recording it so it's only a tripod."

...

"Yes, we'll see you there after," she replied looking up at us.

...

"Goodbye."

Putting the phone back in her bag she started for the door. "He wants to meet in the Theatre Bar after."

"Fine by me," I answered, glancing over to Sally.

She nodded.

"Good," Carol acknowledged. "Let's get this show on the road."

I smiled as Sally and I followed her out. Inside I was starting to feel a little nervous, something I hadn't felt since my A level presentations many years back. My excuse was that my words would be headlines around the world, forever a footnote in the annals of history.

Carol put the radio on for the drive there. The television van and quite a few cars were already filling the closest spots, forcing us to walk the distance to the echo of Carols heels clip-clopping on the pavement.




Finding Time 06



The auditorium was half full when we peeped through the doors. The camera set up to one side of the small platform we'd be using to set the equipment up on. Sally and I left to collect the Tunnel from the engineering block while Carol went in.

I picked the small hand cart and rode the lift down. It took only a few minutes to load it all and start back. With an hour still to go to the official start the seats were reasonably full when we got back.

They paid little attention to us as we wheeled it over and began to set it up. Carol came over and checked that everything was alright then left again. We had a test picture up on the screen in twenty minutes, an aerial shot of a chariot race at Circus Maximus.

We let it play for a few minutes and then disconnected from the main screen to find Carol and tell her all was ready then take a break in the back seats. The crowd didn't grow much as the time ticked down but there looked to be enough to spread the word.

With five minutes to go Carol signalled us down. Sally sat at the desk and I joined Carol, sitting beside it. She looked a lot calmer that I felt as she gave me a quick smile as she flipped through her prompt cards.

The chatter died down as Carol walked to the podium. "Gentlemen, for I see no ladies among you. What you will see here tonight is unbelievable," she started.

"Tonight you are witness to a discovery that will change the world, eliminate crime and corruption, make war unimaginable. Dr Lutner has called his discovery a Time Tunnel because that's what it is, a way of looking any where and any when."

She pause a second or to then carried on. "Besides the astronomical implications it opens up the last fifteen thousand years of history to observation. We can go back to the infancy of civilisation and track its path to the current day."

This time when she took a breath someone shouted a query. "Any time anywhere."

She held her hand up and continued. "Imagine a scenario where someone commits a crime, the police turn on their Time Tunnel and watch the crime committed and can track the perpetrator and know where he/she is ten seconds ago. There'd be nowhere to hide. And any jury could see it was you."

She let the words hang a second or so. "How many criminals would be left on the street when the police open up old cases? Same with bribery and corruption, whether its hard cash or electronic transfer between two Swiss accounts, you can look over their shoulder as they do it."

There were more shouted questions. "The job of a reporter will get easier too, you can go back and witness events from your very office and not have to wait on reports on the wire service."

That got their attention back. "An earthquake happens and you can have your cameras there in seconds. Wherever the news happens you could be there to see and hear it happening."

"I have the Professor here to answer your technical questions but first I'd like to demonstrate it and prove that it works by asking one or two of you to give me a time and place something eventful happened, something non-controversial, no bloodshed or unpleasant things."

There was a clamour of voices as Sally reconnected to the screen.

"You," Carol said pointing to the first.

They were all relatively modern events. In the half hour Carol allowed we managed seven requests and had most of them accepting it as truth. By the time it came for me to say my piece they were almost overexcited.

Carol introduced me and I walked forward to take her place at the podium. There were a few cries of 'How does it work' and a rippling of applause as I looked out on them.

"As you've asked how does it work I have to tell you we don't know yet. It's a new branch of Physics and we'll have to work back from effect to cause. What I can tell you is that it's easy and cheap to make."

My eyes scanned the audience.

"For the benefit of your readers and viewers I've uploaded a file to wikileaks containing details of how to make a crude experimental one. The password is 93asdfgh2014." 

I repeated it again slowly before carrying on. "My admirable colleague Carol has outlined some of the benefits of my discovery so I feel I should mention some of the cons as well. The biggest of these will be the loss of privacy. Unfortunately the discovery cannot be unmade so it becomes a question of finding the best option. Trusting the powers that be with its exclusive use, or putting its power in the hands of the people and accepting that a small percentage of people will misuse it."

I saw a lot of thoughtful faces as I scanned the tiered rows.

"Some of you may think it arrogant of me to try to decide the fate of the world like this and though I can't foresee the eventual outcome I think the risk of putting it in the hands of the people is the lesser of the two evils. Imagine if you will the power it would give a dictator. Balance that against a society where every decision made by our elected representatives is open to public view, money could no longer influence the outcome, any misdeeds could be up on YouTube minutes after they were committed. The politician who crossed his voters wouldn't get re-elected. I think society will adjust and adapt but I also accept that it's going to change society in ways we don't expect. It's also going to change the playing field for businesses; I can see the entertainment industry suffering. Sports as well with fans being able to watch from home with a much better view. I realise also, that its introduction will probably lead to riots and revolutions, a fact that saddens me but doesn't shake my belief that this is the lesser evil."

There was a buzz of conversation coming from the audience, there were still a number calling questions but more were conversing with their neighbours or talking on their phones.

"I think now might be a good time to start taking questions," I announced over the hubbub.

None of the questions touched on the theory, a few were asking about its construction and I answered that first. Quite a few departed, including the camera crew, who had hurriedly packed up during my explanation of its construction.

Carol came to my rescue and closed the conference. A couple of the reporters continued to call out questions as Carol and I walked back to where Sally was starting to pack up our equipment.

"You shouldn't have mentioned the privacy aspect, the reaction is going to be a lot less favourable now," Carol said taking my arm.

"Perhaps, but I felt we had to be honest about it. The shoe I didn't want dropped was religion. I've given them enough to worry about in the present to keep them busy, they'll all be concentrating what it'll mean for the structure of society. In the end all that matters is getting the word out and I think we've achieved that objective."

"I wouldn't mind a peek at Mr Smythe-Brown's reaction when he hears about this," Sally said with a grin on her face.

"We'll have a look tomorrow if you want," I replied as I slipped free of Carols arm.

"Are you taking all that stuff back to your lab?" Carol asked.

"Yes, tuck it up safely for the night," I replied.

"I've got a few things to sort out here, I'll meet you over there when I've finished," she said.

I nodded and she turned to leave. I swivelled to Sally. "How do you think it went?" I asked.

"I liked the bit about arrogance and I was glad you mentioned 'riots and revolutions'. Giving them a taste of what we've been talking about, showing them it's the only logical choice. I don't remember you doing the Wikileaks file."

"That's my notes and a brief how-to on constructing a prototype, along with a parts list. I set it up that first night we ran the program."

She finished unplugging the computer and I picked it up to load it on the trolley while she gathered up the leads. Within ten minutes I had it all packed up and was ready to go. Carol was still talking to a few reporters as we wheeled it out.

Despite telling Carol we were taking it back to my lab I took it back downstairs and stowed it back in its old hiding place. We were waiting in the entrance hall for her when she came; two minutes later we were on our way to see Andy.

When we walked into the bar there was caption announcing breaking news on the TV, the headline following it mentioning my Time Tunnel. I nudged Sally and pointed it out.

Carol wasn't as excited about it as we were when we joined Andy at his table. I sat where I could see the screen as Andy took our order. The full headline said 'New breakthrough in physics. British University announces Time Tunnel'. 

I was pleased and excited, it was going to dominate the news when it came on, the twenty four hour channels were probably already reporting on it. As the TV here was showing a football game I doubted they'd swap it over, I'd probably have to wait till we got back to Carol's to catch the full report.

Andy came back with the drinks and asked Carol how she thought it went. She gave him a brief outline of what she'd said and a more detailed report on my little speech. I defended what I'd said as nothing that wasn't obvious if you thought it through.

We went on to talk about the religious backlash. Andy pushed the idea that should we go back and find that god was indeed a creation of man's need to explain the unknown, then the anger of the religious would quickly fade as the videos hit the news.

My point was that the archaic languages were a barrier to understanding and that would allow the unscrupulous to carry on manipulating their 'flocks'. Just as it would take a generation or two to adjust to the new bounds of privacy, religion would die with the current generation with only a rump of fanatics left for the next to deal with.

Sally played devil's advocate and asked what if we found that Jesus and his miracles were real. None of us gave the question serious consideration with Andy's trite answer of 'We'd all be believers' summing up our reaction.

The conversation continued on to the topic of privacy and we speculated on how much of the financial 'industry' would survive. The traditional part would have to in one form our other but the trading parts were likely to wither.

The stock exchange would probably continue with everyone insider traders now, it might even return to its original function as a simple marketplace. Carol switched the subject to the entertainment industry, anything that charged admission was virtually doomed.

With a Time Tunnel you could pick your point of view in any arena, cinema, race track. That brought us to the celebrity stalking; I took a wry delight in reminding them that there were probably dozens of shadow watchers from the future watching us at that very moment. 

That thought dampened the conversation for more than a few moments till Carol asked Sally about the Tunnel's benefits for astronomy. Sally gave her the details of her project. The sonar search she was planning for Europa.

It was past my normal bedtime when we called it a day and finally headed home. Andy gave us a lift to Carol's and then bid us goodnight. Despite my tiredness we turned the TV on and tuned in to a news channel.

We had to wait a few minutes while the weather finished. Then I saw a picture of myself on the screen and heard the newsreader give out my name and launch into an explanation my discovery.

From there it went to a panel discussion. They were an odd mix. Three Professors, a historian, an astronomer and a psycho-sociologist, the fourth member was a low level politician who was clearly out of his depth.

After about a minute listening to the History Professor extol the tunnels, I started channel surfing. Bloomburg were covering it, so were CNN. Fox had an item on healthcare. Al Jazeera had it on their chyron, but the Indian and Chinese stations had no mention that I could see.

I turned to Sally. "I think you can safely turn your phone on now, if that is, you want to be plagued by journalists."

"I take it you aren't," she replied.

"I've got mine switched to friends only. Anybody not on the list gets diverted to voicemail," Carol said.

"I also think it would be safe to move back to my place tomorrow but there'll be a crowd of reporters there as well. At least I get to have my car back, that's one freedom I've missed."

"You can stay as long as you want," Carol offered.

"Thanks, maybe another night. Oh, and while I think about it I can use the cash I drew out to pay you back," I said, my hand going to my jacket pocket.

"No, that's okay, it was only a couple of pounds."

"If you're sure?"

"Yes, don't worry about it. I'm going to open a bottle of wine and watch a bit more, see how the story is developing, before I go to bed."

I looked at Sally, she nodded. "I think we can spare time enough to share a glass with you."

We watched the BBC for a while noting that they were skirting the subject of privacy and featuring Carol's speech rather than mine. Whilst it wasn't a fair and balanced representation I had no objection to its bias to a point, it would keep the populace calm, but it looked like they were still deciding what position to take.

Sally finished her wine before me; I finished mine off as she snuggled up to me. Bidding Carol goodnight we made our way to the bedroom and enjoyable love making session before we went to sleep.

END.

Notes

We knew that mass was associated with the Higgs A boson, and theorised that the B boson was related to the electroweak force. I was conducting an experiment to stimulate them with an oscillating electric field (capacitor) cycling it between 125 and 127 GeV/c2. 

Carbon Buckyballs as target (iron ones made to order by nanobots). Effects manifest themselves when resonance (positive feedback.) occurs.



Finding Trouble



I've never written anything like this before, but as I found out, there's a first time for everything. I've decided to tell my story. I figure it's only fair, since I've gotten off on reading everyone else's for so long.

You probably want to know about me. I'm 26, with blonde/brown hair - they call it dirty blonde. I have brown eyes and my lovers tell me I've got the sexiest mouth they've ever seen. Sort of like Sheryl Crow's. I think my body's pretty average. 5'6" with enough curves to make me interesting. 40-32-38, about 140lbs. I liked to dress in black a lot, back when I wore clothes. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

When I was 18 I started chatting on one of those online services. It was so cool to share my fantasies with so many willing participants. I remember this particular night; I was in a group chat with 3 or 4 guys and the stuff we dreamed up, well, it was pretty amazing. 

I chatted with "Pete30" privately for while when we were done and it turned out that he lived close to my apartment. We promised to stay in touch and after a few weeks of pretty intense cybersex he said he was coming to pick me up one afternoon.

We agreed to meet at a bus station in my neighborhood. Based on our chats, I knew his preferences, so I prepared for our meeting well. I shaved my pussy smooth. I love the feeling of satin panties against my bare pussy lips. I wore a short black skirt that flared out, with just a little bend or twist anyone could see my pretty red panties. My favorite blouse was sheer black and I liked to wear a Victoria's Secret bra underneath.

He was right on time. A black van pulled up to curb and the rear door opened, surprising me. Before I knew what was happening, hands reached out, pulled me into the van and drove off. I wanted to scream but there was a hand over my mouth and nose. It was damn hard to breathe. With the change of light from outdoors to the dimness of the van I was pretty blind, but they put some kind of tape over my eyes anyway. The hand moved away long enough to fit something round and rubber between my teeth. 

I could hear outside, my own high-pitched whining, and the noise of the engine, but my attackers were perfectly quiet. They dragged me across the floor a little ways and pulled my arms out wide. Each wrist was wrapped with some kind of strap and secured. I was completely helpless, terrified that I was about to die. Then they pulled my legs wide and did the same thing with them.

Still silent, they started tearing my clothes away from my body. My skirt was torn down the front. Then fingers slid under my panty elastic, yanked hard and snapped them away. It hurt and I grunted. My blouse was ripped to shreds. I could feel the rather slow pull up the front as my buttons popped. They took their time because they enjoyed the work. They pulled the cups of my bra away from my tits but left the garment on. I learned later that they liked the way it made my rather heavy breasts stand out and show cleavage. Besides, "it was sexy as hell when that's all you were wearing."

I started to cry - a strange feeling when your eyes are taped. Hands were massaging my breasts and I felt someone suck on one of my nipples. Someone was caressing and fingering my pussy relentlessly. My orgasm came out of nowhere and hit like a blast of lightning. To this day I've never had one sneak up on me like that, or hit me so powerfully. I must have zoned out for a few minutes, because the next thing I remember feeling was the press of a cock between my breasts.

There was heavier breathing going on around me and the van engine was off. The rubber thing was taken out of my mouth. The moist knob of a rather large cock brushed my lips. My mouth was so dry that I almost welcomed the precum on my tongue as he slid inside. Some strange feeling came over me, like I was trapped inside one of my own sex fantasies. I played out this kind of scene in my head often enough while I masturbated.

The man fucking my face wasn't gentle. He forced his cock down my throat and I gagged on it horribly. I couldn't breathe at all. And a quiet voice close to my ear said, "Suck it, sister, and make it the best cocksucking you've ever done. Don't make me tell you twice."

The man fucking my tits pushed them together tightly. I could feel how slick they were, like he had already cum. For all I knew, he had. He started groaning. "Oh, yeaaaaaaaaaa, yeaaaaaa, yeaaaah. Fuckin yer tits, bitch. Gonna cover you in cummmm, oh yeeaaaahhh." It was surreal.

Then another man got between my legs. He released my leg straps and pulled me up. The cock in my mouth pistoned in and out. The tit-fucker was coming all over my chest and under my chin. The third man propped my legs up against his shoulders and sort of sat back. He stuck his thumb up my ass and I tried to scream. If the cock in my mouth hadn't started shooting cum down my throat and filling my mouth and nose, they would have heard me clear to DesMoines. The thumb was covered in a cold glob of some kind. He slid it in and out a few times quickly and I knew he greased me up. I knew why. I was turned on as hell.

His cock wasn't very big and for that I'm really grateful. He didn't take his time, he just shoved into my ass as hard as he could. I did scream, some. Then a hard, dry cock made it's way into my mouth. The tit-fucker was hard again and shifting. 

He started talking about me, "oh, those sweet, decorated tits. I'm gonna keep 'em like that forever, bitch. Look at you suck that cock. You must love cocksucking, huh? We got 10 guys here and we know how much you want to drink every drop of cum you can suck out of us. Like that ass fucking? Get used to it. I'm so fucking hard, baby. I'm gonna fuck you for the rest of your life." He paused. "Hey, L - get that cock out her mouth for a sec."

The cock in my mouth pumped faster, "hang on, man. I'm there." Short and breathless, then my mouth was full of salty cum. I hungrily slurped at it. "Oh shit, oh shit...SHIT!" and he blew again. I felt cum drip down my cheeks. He pulled away.

"Say Thank You, Sir," my tormentor moved lower and I felt his erection on my belly. I shook my head. The guy fucking my ass blew his load in me. It took about four seconds for the next guy to take his place. He was bigger. A lot bigger. As my ass stretched to fit him, the man on top of me shifted. He was so wide. My pussy could barely stretch to fit him, two cocks straining my ass and pussy walls. I opened my mouth to scream as he started pumping. Each stroke forced me down on the huge pole splitting my ass.

"Oh sweet thing. Your cunt is wet. Wet...fuckin tight, yeah. Feel me fuckin your cunt? Huh? I'm fuckin you. Like that telephone pole up your chute? Feel that big muthafucker? I do. Oh fuck yeeaaaa. Gonna suck some more cock for us, baby. Gonna have a bellyfull when we're done. I'm gonna give you all the cock you can stand and then we'll do it ALL again. What do you say to that, cunt? What do you say, you fuckin whore!?" He was screaming at me as he shot his load up into my belly. 

"Th-thank yuh-you, S-s-sir." They went nuts. It went on for hours...the sucking and fucking. I went from scared to horny to exhausted and back again. I felt at least 4 guys in my pussy and ass. I know that I sucked on 7 or 8 cocks that day. 

When they were done, they buckled me back into the straps. I was covered in cum, and humiliated that I'd turned into a depraved cock-hungry slut for them. That was almost 7 years ago, now. I serviced them for almost 3 weeks before they sold me into the sex-slave trade. But that's another story.



Finding True Love



"I can't believe that I'm in America," I thought to myself as I was exiting the plane from the long and boring trip. The last thing that I had seen before I went to sleep was the crystal clear blue beaches of FIJI. Now I was in America on holiday, and I was hoping to meet up with some friends I had made online. During my trip abroad, there was one special and dear friend who I wanted to meet ever since we started to chat through e-mails, "Here I come Jessi," I thought to myself.

As I walked down the boardwalk, I was looking in every direction that I thought my friend, Jessi, would be. I made my way to the luggage carriers and collected my bags. As I made my way to the automatic doors of the air conditioned airport, I entered into the summer sun and the god forsaken heat. I noticed somebody standing by the side of a red Chrysler convertible. As I made my way closer to the person, I could see that they were holding a sign with my name on it. 

The closer I got, the more unsure I was about this person. In the last e-mail that I had received from Jessi, she told me that she would be picking me up from the airport personally, and this person didn't look anything like the pics that Jessi had sent to me. 

"I'm David."

I told the driver once I was in hearing range, and if you could have heard the voice of this person you would say that it was the sexiest thing that you ever heard in your life. 

The driver grabbed my luggage from my hands and walked to the boot of the convertible placing my bags in the trunk. As the driver was walking back to the driver's seat, I could not help looking at her as she gently swayed her hips from side to side. 

As soon as we were on the road, she introduced herself as Jessi. My mouth unhinged itself from my top jaw and I had to make sure that I was not dreaming any of this. So, I pinched myself and sure enough it hurt like hell, the pain from the pinch that I had given myself was a small sacrifice. Here I was sitting next to my dearest and closest friend, though, I could not stop looking at her. 

As I was looking I could not help but think, "damn she is gorgeous." Jessi informed me that I would not be staying at a hotel because she would prefer to have my company while her partner was away on business. Jessi briefly took her eyes off the road and looked down to my crotch. Her lips separated and her tongue slowly snaked its way across her lush lips, then she was back watching the road.

I watched her as her eyes glanced at me and I noticed what she was looking at. It was my bulging, throbbing cock, which had made a tent in my jeans. Jessi caught me watching her as she was looking and licking her lips. She shook her head and smiled. To take the attention off of her and what she'd been looking at, she told me that I could put a CD in if I liked. 

I didn't bother with the CD. My eyes were getting heavy, I was still suffering from the jetlag. Though, my body felt wide awake and fine and very horny too, my eyes just didn't want to stay open. Maybe it was the long hours that I had been asleep on the plane, but then again, maybe it was my guardian angel who was keeping me awake for some unknown purpose I didn't know. The closer we got to Jessi's home the more comfortable we felt around each other. Which was kind of strange. 

It felt like we had been driving for hours, though, in reality it was more like half an hour. We pulled into the long driveway of what she called a house but really it was an amazing eight bedroom mansion. When we were out of the car, Jessi grabbed my luggage and we walked to the front door with our arms wrapped around each other.

Once Jessi and I were inside, she placed my luggage down on the ground and told me that our dinner will be in a few hours, so, if I wanted to I could go to sleep on the lounge. 

"No, it is alright Jessi." 

Jessi knew better she had humored my decision. I could tell from the way she looked at me that there was something playing in her mind. 

"What ya thinking gorgeous?" 

As Jessi turned to look at me, I could see that she had a red flush starting from the top of her breasts and it didn't stop until it ran it's course all over her face. 

"Jessi, I'm deeply sorry if I embarrassed you." 

"Don't worry about it. You didn't embarrass me." 

She smiled, but said nothing more. 

"Jessi, I'm going for a nap ok?" 

"Ok." 

Was all I got back from her.

As I was laying down on the lounge Jessi walked over to me and decided it was time to tell me something. 

"I don't know how to say this, but here I go. Ever since we were in the car this morning, I have been getting turned on by you. I do not know if you knew that you were doing it, but you were, even as we speak I'm having a fight with myself." 

"What kind of fight are you having with yourself?" 

Her reply did not fully phase me until the end. 

"The fight that I'm having is if I should make passionate love to you or if I should just fuck your brains out." 

"Can't we do both?" 

"Yes we can do both if you want." 

When Jessi told me that, I could see in her eyes that it was what she wanted from the start but for some reason she was scared to tell me. Before she went to leave, Jessi bent down and intended to kiss me on the forehead, but I decided on doing something else. As Jessi's head moved down to kiss me, I moved my lips to hers and passionately kissed her. I could feel the struggle that Jessi had started to put up, though, after a few minutes of me kissing her, she decided to stop the struggle and enjoy the kiss. As we broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard and fast. 

Jessi knelt at the lounge beside me and started to undo my belt, followed by the zipper, and finally the button of my jeans. As Jessi was getting my clothes off my body I could smell her sweet scent. Within a few minutes my jeans and boxers were pushed down around my knees, and Jessi started to manipulate my cock.

When my cock was at full attention, she started to kiss the tip. Slowly she took more of my cock into the depth of her hot, wet mouth. As Jessi was giving me the best blow job ever, her hand guided my hands up under her sweater to where her braless breasts were. While my fingers played with her nipples, the deeper Jessi took my cock. Within a few minutes of me playing with Jessi's nipples, I noticed that my cock was fully lodged in her throat. The more that Jessi moaned, the more I could feel my cock vibrate, while my fingers were kneading, twisting, pulling and massaging Jessi's breasts. This continued on until Jessi was happy to swallow the blast of my seed to the deepest part of her tummy. As we were finishing, the phone began to ring.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I could not believe what happened between Jessi and me, though, the next thing I knew, Jessi was trying to wake me up from my slumber. I laid there pretending to be asleep and as Jessi tried to wake me she couldn't. The next thing that I knew Jessi had stripped me while I was pretending to be in slumber. I opened my eyes just enough to see what was going on and I watched as Jessi undressing in front of me. As soon as Jessi was naked, she grabbed hold of my cock and straddled my hips. Ever so slowly Jessi pushed her gorgeous body and well trained pussy onto my throbbing cock, she started off slowly then gradually she picked up the speed that she needed. Every time that Jessi was thrusting down, my cock was driving itself into her pussy stronger than before. Within the thirty minutes that we were having sex, my cock had penetrated pass her cervix until the head alone was gently rubbing the back of her womb. Jessi must had done a few pelvic muscle exercises because her pussy muscles gently massaged, pulled, and kneaded my shaft. I knew that I wouldn't hold out much longer. My cock began to swell and my balls tightened, she knew I was going to cum. She began to move faster, working those trained muscles even more around my cock. Her moans penetrated the air as she had one orgasm after another. She let out a loud long scream when my cum began to shoot forth filling her quivering cunt. 

We had sex more times that night and many times after that. It was always wonderful and every time Jessi seemed to be a new person, doing new things that made my cock so hard and always on the verge of cumming.

It was the last night of my stay with her, and Jessi decided on giving me a special treat as a going away present. Within a few minutes she was on the phone with a friend. I overheard her making plans for her friend to meet us at a local club. After Jessi hung up the phone she told me to get ready for there was a treat waiting for me. She left it at that and went to take a shower. I was in the lounge room waiting patiently to find out what exactly was going on. I heard her turn the water on and my mind began to fantasize on what she was doing. I imagined her leaving the water running until it was at the right temperature, then striping her clothes off her gorgeous body. As my mind was reeling with these ideas I heard her calling for me. I arrived at the bathroom door and she smiled at me wickedly. 

"Would you like to join me in the shower?" 

In the shower we washed each other's bodies; I slowly started to wash her back as Jessi pressed her bum against my aching cock. I completely forgot that I was supposed to be washing her and grab hold of her hips. I started to thrust my cock against her wet pussy, as she grinded my cock from the tip of the head till where my balls laid below. Slowly she started to spread her left leg a little wider, and she moved her right arm down in between her pussy and my cock. I felt her hand grab my cock and pulled it so the head was at the entrance of her pussy, in unison we both pushed into each other until my head was touching the back of her womb. Jessi whimpered in delight.

"Baby I can feel your cock, it is in my womb. I feel so full with your gorgeous cock in there. FUCK ME BABY!"

I started to thrust my cock slowly in and out of her tight, wet, pussy. 

"Your pussy feels so right on my cock." 

Our hips began moving much faster now. 

"Yes I know what you mean." 

Was the only thing she said to me as we made love in the shower. After our little romp in the shower was completed, Jessi went into the bedroom to get changed and I went to the guest room to get changed. She left the bedroom door open when she changed and since I had already pick out what I was going to wear for tonight I didn't need much time to get myself ready. As I walked past the bedroom door, she was standing in front of a full length mirror trying to pick what look good on her. 

In the reflection of the mirror Jessi noticed me standing in the doorway, she winked at me and then asked for my professional opinion, though, I was too busy looking at her gorgeous naked body to take notice of the question. Jessi laughed at me. Every time she laughed her breasts would jiggle, and she decided to tease me a little. Jessi spread her legs as far as they would go and placed a hand on her pussy lips. Her fingers slowly separated the lips which were already sparkling with moisture. She started to insert a finger into her pussy as her thumb flicked across her clit. After a while, Jessi inserted another finger as she kept up the pumping action. She kept this up for a while but soon got tired of having two fingers in her snatch so she decided to put a third one in and she was off again.

She finally got dressed in a red half see through dress which suited her body very well. As we were exiting the front door, the phone was ringing and Jessi told me to hang on while she got it. While she spoke on the phone her face went dark, and her lips pressed together in anger. I later found out that the phone call was from a friend of hers and she told Jessi that she had seen Jessi's partner with somebody else. She was so mad at her partner, since he never had phoned her to tell her that he was back in town that afternoon. I saw a sparkle come into her eyes as she looked at me with a big grin on her face. 

"What are you thinking of gorgeous?" 

Her reply was cold as ice. 

"Oh nothing. That was just my friend that we are meeting tonight."

I didn't say anything but dropped my eyebrows and looked at her as if to say, "that ain't all sweetie." She sighed, but it was a harsh angered sounded.

"My friend just told me that she has seen my partner and he was with someone else."

I looked at her in surprise, and thought to myself, "well dear heart so are you." She must have read my thoughts. She smiled, though, it was a forced one.

"I don't care that he was with someone else, but I care that he didn't even call to let me know that he was back in town."

I nodded my head, but I knew with the way she said that she did care that he was with someone else. "Women!" I thought to myself, "they see no problem with doing what they want but want to get super jealous when something is done to them." 

I didn't want to fight with her, and by the way she looked she was in a fighting mood. So, I went along with the rest of the evening events. 

That night when we arrived at the local nightclub, the bouncer let Jessi in with one wave of his hand, though, he wouldn't let me in for some unknown reason. Jessi saw this and she walked back to the bouncer and told him that I was with her; he gladly let me in, though, I could see that he was jealous. Jessi saw the look that he gave me and shrugged it off, but I was still a little nervous because he looked like he was ready to bash me.

As we entered the club, Jessi saw her friend sitting by herself. She grabbed my hand and led me over to where her friend was sitting. As the introductions were taking place I noticed that the friend was giving me the once over and she nodded her head in approval. We danced, laughed and really had a great time that is, until Jessi whispered into my ear. 

"Your surprise is waiting at home and if you want it you should come back with us now." 

Jessi's friend saw the big grin that was on her face, though, when Jessi looked at me she tried to hide it.

As I casually looked over at Jessi's friend's face, I saw that she too had a big grin that wouldn't stop at all. 

"What do you and Jessi have planned for me?" 

"I can't say." 

"Ok." I thought to myself. 

As we were about to leave Jessi saw her partner dancing with another girl. Seeing this, she wrapped her arms around me as lovers do and she kissed me with a raw passion. Jessi's partner looked in our direction and he saw us cuddling like lovers. But I saw no anger in his face, and thought to myself, "that's strange." 

As soon as that was over Jessi, her friend, and I went back to the house. When the front door was closed and Jessi made sure that it had locked correctly, we headed to the bedroom. 

We walked through the bedroom door and stopped in the center of the room, we looked at each other with lust written in our eyes. We turned and started to have a three way kiss, our hands busy trying to undo each others' clothes as we continued with the kissing. Slowly our clothes had disappeared from our bodies. Jessi went to her friend. 

"Candy I want to feel you licking my pussy girlfriend." 

Candy smiled before she replied.

"I want to feel Dave's big cock moving in my tight pussy." 

As I looked on I could not believe what I was hearing, I had a feeling that I was getting set up from the start and how everything was looking right now. I was correct, though, I wasn't complaining at all.

The night was getting shorter and shorter but the sex was getting greater and greater by the minute. As Candy was licking and probing Jessi's pussy with her talented tongue. Jessi was moaning my name. I, on the other hand, drove my cock into Candy's pussy. Candy had to stop licking Jessi as her orgasm ran its course through her body. Candy's orgasm subsided and she was able to speak again.

"It's your turn girlfriend to be fucked by this well hung, handsome man." 

She winked at Jessi. Jessi had turned a bright shade of red as Candy moved from between her legs. As Candy moved into Jessi's spot I saw Jessi winking at me. Before I could continue Jessi crawled up to me and whispered into my ear. 

"I want you to cum inside my pussy baby." 

The look that was in her eyes was given when she was serious about something.

I could hear Candy moaning and grunting as Jessi was using that talented tongue of hers. Hell I should know, because Jessi was the one who had showed me a thing or two. Jessi briefly stopped licking Candy's pussy, and said in a loud voice. 

"Fuck me harder, you long cocked bastard!" 

As the night grew closer to the morning, there was a strange sound, like somebody was letting themselves in. Suddenly, there was a presence in the room, standing at the foot of Jessi's bed. As it turned out it was Jessi's partner, he came home to surprise Jessi though he got the surprise instead. 

I kept my eyes half-mast as I watched the scene between Jessi and her partner. No words were exchanged, just looks. His hands were on his hips and he looked at her as though to say.

"What the fuck is this?"

She crossed her arms under her naked breasts. I could hear her words as she looked at him.

"Have fun with your little Honey last night, cause I had fun with mine."

He shook his head at her look and she flipped him off as he turned to leave.

That morning Jessi drove me to the airport, in the car it was quiet, though, not the kind of quiet that somebody could have cut in two with a knife either. I sat wondering in the silence about what would happen between her and her partner once she got home, and no one else was in the house. My thought were broken when Jessi broke the silence between us. 

"Thank you for the great time last night baby." 

"No, thank you because that was very special to me Jessi." 

Jessi pulled the car over to the side as I leaned over to give her a friendly kiss. As we were kissing, I could see that wicked glint return to her eyes. 

"What time does your flight leave baby?" 

"Two p.m." What are you thinking about gorgeous?" 

As soon as I asked that question Jessi pulled the car onto the road again. As we approached the airport Jessi quickly turned to the left. There was a motel on the airport sight and Jessi jumped out of her car, raced to the front counter, and ordered a room. As Jessi ran back to her car, I could see that Jessi's breasts were bouncing and they looked very sexy.

Jessi jumped into her car and drove around the corner and parked the car. She told me to jump out and follow her, I did, and we raced up some stairs. When we got to the room Jessi said something to me which slightly shocked me. 

"Baby I need to one more time before you go back to Australia!" 

"If I wasn't already pussy whipped, I know I will be now." I thought to myself. 

As soon as we walked through the door, Jessi turned to me and planted a great passion driven kiss on my lips. While we continued our kiss, we started to caress each other's bodies. We slowly started to remove our clothing, as though it was a strip tease for each other's viewing pleasures. We moved as one then we broke away from each other. Jessi pushed me onto the bed and straddled my hips, she lowered herself all the way down until there was only enough room to be occupied by her hand as it gently grab hold of my erected cock. Jessi guided it to the entrance of her pussy and then let herself fall down on top of me. Now, she was impaled by my intruder and she loved every minute of it.

We started to thrust at each other; I was pushing myself up as she was bringing herself down onto my cock. Back and forward, we thrust our hips into each other, over and over we brought ourselves closer to orgasm and with one final thrust we had achieved the ultimate orgasm that two people could ever get. We came as one person; after our orgasms had subsided we caressed and kissed each other. It felt like a life time in finding each other, though, in actual fact it was only two weeks. Before we left the motel room we had washed each other, for what we thought would be the last time. 




Finding True Love



After our last love making session was over, we got in the car and went to the airport. We walked through the automatic doors and made our way to the launch runway. There we turned to each other and gave each other a passionate farewell kiss goodbye. Before I entered the plane, I promised Jessi that I would call to let her know that I had made it back alright. As soon as I had arrived in Australia I jumped onto the computer at the internet café and wrote a brief message to let Jessi know that I made it back home.

Months had passed and I hadn't heard from her, I started to get worried. Then one day I receive a message from her, it said: 

"Dave, thank you for the fun times that we had while you were over here. I love you very much and I want to let you know that I am alright, though, when I got home from taking you to the airport I found my partner and Candy in bed together fucking like rabbits. My partner and I spilt up the day you left, and I decided to move to another country. I hope that the people over there will accept me for who I am." 

While I was reading this e-mail I had a strange feeling that I should go to the airport, though, I wasn't sure why. 

I called work and told them that a family matter had came up and I had to deal with it, of course this was strange in itself because I never had a sick day in my life as far as work was concerned. I made my way to the airport and walked over to the information desk. 

"When is the next plane arriving from Kansas City?" 

The attendant behind the counter gave me that snooty look that most airport employees give when they have to do something, like help somebody . 

"There is a flight that has just landed a few minutes ago and they are at the arrival gate right now." 

"What is the gate number, Miss?" 

"Gate 12 Sir." 

As soon as I found out the information that I needed, I ran as fast as I could to gate 12.

I was looking at all the people who were exiting at the arrival gate; I was looking high and low, though, I could not find the person I was looking for. I was about to give up when I received a tap on the shoulder. I turned around and there was the most gorgeous person I could ever imagine, Jessi, standing before me. As soon as Jessi gave me a kiss and cuddle she said. 

"I was about to ring you so I could surprise you." 

"Well as I was reading your e-mail I had a strange feeling that you were here." 

With that we both let out a good healthy laugh.

The drive back to my place took hours, though, as I looked at Jessi I got a feeling that she wanted to tell me something. I pulled up into a petrol station and started to fill my car up, just then Jessi looked at me with a burning desire in her eyes. The look alone told me that we needed to talk ASAP. I asked her if there was anything that she wanted to tell me and Jessi said that there wasn't. I knew that she was not telling me the whole truth, but I decided to let it go for now. 

When I came back to the car I noticed Jessi was crying. I opened the passenger door and gave her a cuddle. That is when Jessi decided to drop the bomb on me. 

"I'm pregnant and it is your child that I am having." 

I sat there quiet as ever with my mouth open. I was in shock; I didn't know what to say. As Jessi saw that I was shocked about her pregnancy she started to cry again, I had gathered my thoughts for a minute or two and then told her how I was feeling. 

"Jessi, I will admit that I am shocked though I do not regret us making love so many times. Did you want to tell me in person or did you have another reason that you came here?" 

As soon as I asked that stupid question Jessi started to cry some more. 

"Jessi can you please look at me for a minute?" 

She looked me in the eye, I had dropped to one knee. 

"Jessi will you be my wife?" 

I don't think Jessi was expecting to hear that and as soon as she did she cried out.

"YES I WILL MARRY YOU BABY!" 

Everybody that was in hearing distance was yelling and congratulating us. I jumped in the car and drove us back to my house; I walked over to the passenger door and opened it for Jessi. I scooped her up in my arms and we walked to the front door. I gave her the keys to my place, and I let her open the door while I still had her in my arms. Before the front door was closed, she was trying to remove my shirt.

When we got to my bedroom Jessi told me that she had been missing something since I caught the flight back to Australia.

"Oh yeah? What was it?"

That wicked smile came across her face with ease.

"Your cock! Now, fuck me my future husband." 

"With great pleasure my wife to be." 

As we were striping each other Jessi began to speak again. 

"I have missed you very much baby." 

"Yes, I have been missing you very much too my gorgeous guardian angel." 

The sex that we had that night was greater than what we had before. We made each other orgasm over and over. The next morning we were still making love, though, the phone was ringing by the time that we had the most intense orgasm as any couple could have. I answered the phone and it was my parents. They had heard a breathless person before and they began to snicker, like any parent would do when they realize that they have just interrupted sex. 

"Are we interrupting anything?" 

"No Mum you wasn't interrupting anything since I had just finished." 

When Jessi heard my reply to my mother, she could not help but to smile that sexy yet wicked smile. I was smiling too because the sex was great and I was in love with the most gorgeous woman that I have ever meet. Mum on the other hand was playing twenty questions with me. Somewhere through the grapevine she had heard about my proposal to Jessi. 

"Your father and I are happy for you that you have found a decent woman, but we would like to meet this young lady David." 

Nobody calls me David except my parents, aunt, and uncle. But further more the only time that I get called DAVID was when I was in trouble, and for what I could see I was in trouble with my parents.

That afternoon my parents came over and I introduced Jessi to them, Mum was very pleased. Dad, on the other hand, I think was shocked because of Jessi's beauty and how easy going she was. Mum could see that Jessi was pregnant, though, Mum never said anything about it. Right before my parents went back to their place, Mum had taken Jessi and myself to the side. 

"Jessi my future daughter, I was wondering how far along you are?" 

"I'm about 8 months pregnant and yes it is your son's child that I am having." 

As soon as Mum heard that news, you could see in her eyes that she was going to be a grandmother for the first time. I noticed that Dad didn't have a clue to why Mum was so happy, though, even they said that they would pay for the church when we decided to get married.

A few days later we started our search for a church, we found one that wasn't too far away from my house. Directly across from the church, there was a beautiful garden and we decided on taking our wedding pictures there. It was a few days before our child was suppose to be born, and we were getting ready for the wedding. Jessi was staying over at my parents place with my little sister, and Mum was there to help out in anyway that it was possible. My best man and I were getting ready at my place and when I showed him a picture of Jessi. He couldn't believe how gorgeous she was either. 

The wedding went off without a problem and we were married a few hours later, during our honeymoon Jessi's water broke and Jessi and I rushed to the local hospital. As soon as we arrived at the hospital, a doctor had rushed out and took one look at Jessi. The doctor told me that every thing was alright and even though the labor was long Jessi wanted me by her side. I went to her and I was holding her hand as she was experiencing some problems. The doctor had asked me to follow him outside. 

"David, I know this is your first child and this is your first time being married, though, you have known me since you were little. I can honestly say that if we don't give her a c-section we might lose your wife and your child." 

I spoke out of rage and frustration when he had finished saying this news. 

"Is there something that you can do to help the child along? I mean, without giving my wife a c-section?" 

The doctor just shook his head in a negative way. 

"Fuck!" 

I gave the doctor permission to give Jessi a c-section, though, I wasn't very impressed with his decision. Though, when I saw the baby those thoughts were no longer important to me. We named our child Victoria, after an aunt of Jessi's. 

This is my way of thanking a close and personal friend. 

Thank you Irishrose1215.



Finding Truth



I'm looking for my thoughts on all of this. I'm looking for an identity that I'll soon discover. I'll find myself in these passages. What will it be this time? Where is my moment now? 

There's an undulating that I want to continue. There's a reason for this suspense. There's a particular something that I'm looking for with these words. It's an itch I love to scratch. Where is my mind on the brink of this discovery?

I wait in what I'd like to call nothingness. I wait in a pool of this mystery that I'm trying to create. I'm writhing in its truth and can hardly wait to realize it once more. I love this moment. I love the fact that I've found it. I want this experience like nothing I've wanted all day long. 

I am in the orgasmic way of life. It is exactly that intense to just be right now. If I could hold onto my patience at this very moment then I would drink in the experience. My whole body is flushed. I'm going with it like a cherry bomb with its fuse thrown and lit. It's not going to hit me that hard though. It's not going to pop all at once. It's going to make me sweat for a little while. I'm going to have to earn it. 

I've been building on a succession of moments to get here. They are replaying in my mind like a cool rhythm that knows its own beat. It's hard to stop the images. They are so sweet that I get lost in the melody of their subtle trances. I saw a hot girl in the movie store. She was with a dude, but circled back to check me out. I usually don't care, but the girl in the parking lot set me off. She was flashing her man in the parked car. When she got out I yelled "Thanks" and kept walking. She had an ass just like the girl that was circling. These subtle events set my head spinning. All at once sex seemed like it was all around me. 

My juices had started flowing before I had left the house. It wasn't much then and it really doesn't take much to get me going anymore. I'm there now. Images of ass and the girls that I know I've seen on the movie box covers are spinning the wheel. I've gotten off twice today and now I've got another coming. It's been a big deal to get off like this. So now I'm trying to take my time and see what comes up. I'm caught between pushing and going with it. My mind is circling on other obligations as well. Am I going to loose the turn on if I just let it go? 

It's so hard to say that when the orgasm builds within me. I'm being honest with myself. I hope that this is published someday and the woman that flashed her man reads it and keeps this energy spiraling. I say thanks and hopefully more will say "thank you" along with it all. There's an energy churning and I can't help but feel my way through its mesh.

Patiently I await the arrival of this newest orgasm. I have that lost feeling again. It's the one that says "Can I really get it up?" It's that one that makes you fuck harder because you still want to cum even though you know that you're loosing interest. I'm trying to be patient with it now. I'm trying to wait it out because I know the way this stuff works. I know that the energy has been released and there is no true turning back. 

I can't tell if what I'm writing has any real sex appeal to it or not. Right now I'm in the throws of what's going on inside of me. I'm laughing at the fact that the keyboard is an outlet. I'm grateful for the fact that I'm not going to spray cum all over it. I see the image of her porn star back in my head. I look at my spell check going to town. I look at my heavy breathing and clenched teeth. Will I ever get off this time? I'm searching for the images of the other girl that kept this imagery churning. Did she really do anything? All I can remember is eyes and ass. Those were asses that you can take your finger and run it across where the cheek meets the thigh just to match the obvious firmness. My clenched teeth have already been swallowed through. 

Turned on is a good word for it all. Turned on and set on fire with out a match to set it ablaze. I get off now. It's hard to let it just go. I get off and walk away just to start writing all over again. The orgasm picks up where I left off and the words are an intimate part of this internal ejaculation. Heavy breathing is through tight lungs right now. I'm trying to relax the muscles in my chest. I'm smiling at her back right now. She had a tattoo that went all the way across it. Her hair danced playfully in the wind. She was proud of herself in that moment. It was heart warming to see. My girl does that stuff too. 

I smile at these findings. This is what I was looking for. For a while there I wasn't sure if I'd loose it or not. It's good to know that I can still cum.