Out of Time 

Ryan Sanders thrusted easily in and out of his wife's pussy.  Amanda
"Mandy" Sanders was on her hands and knees and moaned heavily as her
husband moved his dick inside her.   He moved faster and she knew from
the experience of making love with him for over ten years of marital
bliss that mutual orgasms were imminent.

They both preferred making love with either him on top or her on top.
Often they started with her on top and moved to him on top.  However,
Mandy was eight months pregnant with their third child, a boy they had
already named Zane.  Entry was just easier from behind and her current
body size was not going to hinder their love making.

Ryan was "fixed" six years ago, but a "magic bullet" impregnated Mandy
seven years after she gave birth to their son Zachary.  Their first
child, Zarah, she was now eight, was the result of birth control
failure.  The couple originally decided to wait four or five years
before having children, but a little over a year after they married, 
Mandy discovered she was pregnant.  After the initial shock, they
rejoiced in the new life that was to be a part of their life.  They
chose to have a second child right away and Zach, now eight, was born
just over a year later.  They decided two children were enough.  They
settled into their life.  Ryan was a mechanical engineer for the city
government.  Mandy was a stay-at-home mom.  Life was good.  When Mandy
became pregnant years later, they knew God wanted them to have one
more in their family.  In just a month, Zane was going to join them
and they would become a family of five.  God had definitely blessed
their life.

Ryan groaned.  He was getting close to coming.  He recognized the
familiar panting of his conjugal partner.  He loved it when they
orgasmed simultaneously.

A tremendous boom shook the house.

"What was that?" Mandy said in alarm and nervousness.  She looked back
at her husband who thrusted inside her pussy.  "I think it's
downstairs."

Ryan knew his beautiful wife preferred him to go check out the
disturbance right now, but at this very moment he was too far along.
Even though the explosion sound jarred Mandy out of a sexual mood and
she stopped thrusting back at him, he was too imminent.

"I'm coming," he cried out.  After two more thrusts, he buried his
dick fully into her pussy and released.  He emptied himself into her.

"Ryan?" she said with continued concern.

"I'll check it out," Ryan said as he gasped for breath and grasped
for wits.  His limp, wet cock slipped out of his wife's pussy and he
half-stumbled, half-staggered off the bed.   He wrapped his well-worn
navy blue terry cloth robe around his body.  He felt his sticky dick
attach itself to the inside of the robe.  He stepped out of the room as
he tied his robe and was immediately greeted by his daughter.

"I'm scared, Daddy!" said Zarah.

"Go on back to your room, pumpkin.  Everything's okay," he replied.

She looked at him hesitantly, so he waved her back into her room.

He walked carefully down the stairs.  His leg muscles were always a
little tight after having sex doggy-style.  He was drawn to the window
by lights and sounds.  He looked out the window near the front door.

Ryan was astonished to see a car on the street engulfed in flames.
Four identical black SUVs with tinted windows surrounded the car.  A
couple of the SUVs were parked partly up on the curbs.  He saw four
men pull a man out of the burning car.  The men dragged the driver
away from the car and threw him face down on the street and stepped
away from him.   Four other men stepped forward and unloaded their
automatic weapons into the driver's back.  The body bounced and
twitched.  Headlights appeared and all eight men looked in that
direction.  Another identical SUV appeared and stopped right in front
of the Sanders' house.  Four men picked up the body and dragged it to
the rear passenger window of the new SUV.  They pulled the body up and
the window came down.  Ryan saw a silver-haired man in the car.  The
man nodded his head and smiled.  Ryan saw a pistol appear in the man's
hand and then heard the gun fire.  The bullet went into the body's
head and the four men dropped the body and let it crumple to the
ground.  The car window went back up and the SUV smoothly drove off.
The eight other men scrambled into their SUVs, two in each vehicle,
and raced off.

"What's going on, Daddy?"

Ryan nearly jumped out of his skin. 

"Get back to bed!" he yelled at his son Zach.  "What are you...?"

He saw his son cower.

"Sorry," Ryan said, regaining his composure.   He spoke more calmly.
"Go on back to bed.  It is time for sleeping."

"What's going on?" Zach asked, predictably of a seven-year old.

"I am not sure.  Now go on up to bed."

"Come back to bed, honey," Mandy's voice rang down from the top of the
stairs.

Zach padded back up stairs.  His Spiderman slippers were quiet and
made little noise on the stairs.

Ryan resumed looking out the window.  Their quiet New Jersey suburban
street was once again silent.  It was quiet if you don't count the
burning car and the Swiss cheese body lying in the street.  A wailing
siren soon pierced the briefly reclaimed silence.  He glanced at the
clock on the wall.  What was it?  Five minutes?  Maybe ten since he
came down?  It felt like two hours.  Had everything really happened
that fast? Just a few minutes to go from orgasm to murder?

A fire truck showed up and then the street was saturated with sounds
again as two and eventually five separate police cars arrived.  An
ambulance showed up, but there was no life support services required.

"Ryan?" he heard Mandy's voice.

He turned and saw his very pregnant wife in a rose-colored nightie
stopped halfway down the stairs.  He went up the stairs to her.

"What's going on?  What's happening?" she asked.

"Let's go into the bedroom," he said.  He didn't want the kids to be
needlessly frightened if they were still awake and have possible
nightmares.  They would know soon enough.

Ryan closed the door behind them.  "There was a murder."  He took off
his robe and laid it on the bed.

"A murder?" Mandy said in shock and trepidation.

"Yes.  A man in a car.  The car was on fire and some men shot him."
 He was surprised how calmly he said all this.  The protection aspect
of a man for his mate helped strengthen him, he surmised.  He began to
get dressed.

"Who was it?" she asked.

"I have no idea," he answered.

"You're not going out there?" she said with panic when she realized he
was dressing.

"I'm a witness.  Don't worry.  The street is filled with cops now."

He opened the door.  "Go on to sleep.  I think I'm going to be up all
night."

Ryan was back upstairs in ten minutes.

"Back so soon?" Mandy asked from the darkness of the room.

"They don't want anyone but police out there.  They'll be banging on
all the neighborhood doors tomorrow.  I don't think anyone can leave.
Good thing tomorrow is Saturday."

Ryan slid his naked body under the covers and spooned up against the
backside of his naked wife.  His put his right arm around her and slid
his hand between her breasts.  He loved that she was big breasted, and
he loved that her tits were even bigger when she was pregnant.  She
had natural breasts and they were his!  He didn't like the look of
boob jobs.

***

The new day introduced Ryan and Mandy to police detectives Rogers and
Timpkins.  Timpkins was female and rather attractive.  Ryan spent much
of the morning repeating and repeating and repeating what he saw.  It
was a little embarrassing when Timpkins asked him how he knew what
time the explosion was.

"Well...errrr...my wife and I....we always make love around eleven PM
on Friday night."  Why couldn't it have been the guy to ask that
question?

The two detectives finally thanked him for his time and said they
would be in touch.


In the afternoon, they put on a kids' movie to keep Zarah and Zach
occupied and they took a nap to catch up on lost sleep from the
previous night.  

Ryan was awakened by a gentle shaking and Mandy's soft kiss on his
cheek.  It was five o'clock, he noticed in surprise.  He slept longer
than he expected.

"You have visitors," Mandy said.

"Who?" he said, still not quite lucid.

"Scully and Mulder."

"What?"


The visitors were two FBI agents.  Agent Kerri Smith was a woman with
hair color very similar to TV's Scully, but was cut shorter.  Her
partner, Agent Kyle Paxton, looked like a surfer dude squeezed into a
suit.

"We'd like to ask you a couple of questions about what you saw
yesterday," Agent Smith said.  

"Sure," Ryan replied.

They went into the living room.  Ryan sat with Mandy on the sofa and
he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.  Smith turned a chair to face
them.  Agent Paxton, Ryan noticed, wandered from area to area in the
living room looking at the pictures and decorations.  One time Paxton
asked if he could get a drink of water from the kitchen.  Ryan
believed the agent was just looking for an excuse to look at that area
of the house.  What was he looking for?  It angered Ryan a little.

After a few questions from Agent Smith, Ryan interjected.   "I told
all this to the police this morning."

"Yes, sir.  We know," she replied, calmly.  "I prefer to hear it
personally.  It gives me a much better understanding than looking at a
police report."

"You don't think we're involved in the crime, do you?" asked Ryan.

"Only as a witness, Mr. Sanders," she replied imperturbably.  "We like
to determine the character of the prospective witness."

"What?" said Mandy, obviously annoyed.  "Do you mean to imply that
Ryan would not testify?"

"Kyle," she called to her partner.  He walked over and pulled
something out of his jacket pocket.  Smith took it and dropped five
5 x & photos face up on the carpet.

"Have you ever seen any of these men before?" Smith asked looking
directly at Ryan.

Mandy bent forward to look, but Ryan leaned back a little on the sofa.
His memory saw the silver haired man pull the trigger and shoot the
driver in the head.

"Yes," said Ryan pointing.  "That is the man who shot the driver in
the head after the other men shot him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.  It's him."

"Positive?"

"Yes," he spoke and nodded his head.

"Would you be willing to testify that you saw this man shoot Ken
Crawford?"

"Ken Crawford was the man killed yesterday?"

Agent Kerri Smith nodded.  She brushed a stray hair off her face.

"Sure.  Of course, I'll testify."

"Are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't he!" Mandy interjected.  She didn't like how this agent
kept asking the same question over and over.

"This man is James Vakelpa.  He is very, very big in the underworld.
If he discovers that you saw him, he may go to extreme measures to
prevent or discourage you from testifying."  Smith looked over at
eight months pregnant Mandy.  "Which includes your family."

Mandy sat back.  Her face became more somber.

Smith continued.  "Of course, the agency will make sure that his
organization does not cause any harm to you."

"I will testify," said Ryan, with resolve.  "It is the right thing to
do."

"Thank you," said Smith as she stood up.  Paxton was immediately by
her side.  "We will be in touch again shortly.  Here is our card in
case you need to contact us."  Ryan took it.  

***

Ken Crawford was a man who was gaining support as a new president of
the Longshoreman's Union.  Ken recognized the corruption in the union.
He saw, heard, and felt the displeasure the workers had about the
union.  He was determined to bring change.  The word was Ken was going
to unseat the current union president by a large voting margin.  James
Vakelpa greatly valued his connections with the union leadership and a
change would hinder his operations.  It was hindered enough already
by the fact Ken had exposed some drug shipments.  With Ken in charge,
it would be the end of such a profitable business.  The Friday before
the union election, Ken Crawford was killed about a block from his
home.

***
	
The doorbell kept ringing and the door was constantly pounded on.
Blearily, Ryan opened his eyes.  One in the morning.  Who's knocking
on the door at that time?  He pulled his robe on.

"What are you doing?"  Mandy mumbled.

"Someone at the door."

He rubbed his eyes and went downstairs.  He peeked out the window.
Two men in suits.  Why were the cops here at this hour?

He opened the door.

"Hello," said the man in front.  The other man kept looking to the
left and right as if watchful.  "Are you Mr. Ryan Sanders?"

"Yes."

"I am here about the neighborhood watch program.  We are going to each
house in the neighborhood.  I will tell you that it is very unlikely
that you saw anything Friday night.  I don't know if you think you did
see something, but I am sure you did not see something or anything.
Understand?"

"Yes," said Ryan sleepily.  He was too tired to fully understand what
was being said.

"Good because if you did see something, it is important to know that
you didn't."  The man looked past Ryan.  "You would hate to see
anything happen to Amanda Williams or little Zane, I am sure"

The use of Mandy's maiden name and the name of their unborn son got
Ryan's attention.  His eyes grew wide and he became fully awake.  He
turned his head to follow the man's gaze.  His expectant wife was
standing at the bottom of the stairs.  A shiver went up his spine.

"Good night, sir," the man said.  "Thank you for participating in the
neighborhood watch program."

Ryan watched the two men walk over to his next-door neighbor.  Then he
saw the SUV parked across the street.  It was blue instead of black,
but it was the same make and model with tinted windows

"Who was that?" asked Mandy when he walked back to her.

"Concerned friends of James Vakelpa."

"What?" she said with some panic in her voice.  She looked back at the
door.  "What are we going to do?

"I'll call Scully and Mulder tomorrow," he answered.  "But after
church."

"I don't know if I could handle a FBI agent living with us."

"What?  You have a problem witnessing to FBI agents?" he joked.  "They
need God too."

Mandy gave him a look.  She was not in a joking mood.

***

Agents Smith and Paxton came over immediately after Ryan called.

"Did you actually tell them that you saw anything?" Smith asked.

"No," Ryan said, shaking his head.  "I wasn't alert enough to say
anything."

"Good," said Smith in obvious relief.  "Once we have all our data and
evidence, we will arrest him."

"You haven't arrested him yet?" interrupted Mandy with concern.

"When he's arrested," continued Smith, "his lawyers will have the
opportunity to review the evidence and know who will be called as
witnesses against him.  At that time, we will place you in the Witness
Protection Program."

"The Witness Protection Program?  What does that entail?" asked Ryan.
"I guess we can put the kids in the same room and the agent could
sleep in the other room."

"No," answered Smith hesitantly.  "We will move your family to a new
location."

"For how long?" asked Ryan.

"Forever."

"What!" said Ryan in surprise.

"What do you mean forever?" said Mandy.

Smith spoke as calmly as she could.  She'd never had to say this
before.  "Even after we get a conviction, there will be people who
will want to see you dead."

Ryan could not speak.

"You will have new names, a new life, new everything."

"But our family and friends," protested Ryan

"You will be able to see some family, now and then, in a very
controlled environment."

"How often is 'now and then'?" he asked.

"Not often enough," she said truthfully.

There was a pregnant pause in the conversation as the words sank in.

The silence was interrupted by a gasp from Mandy and she clutched her
side.  All eyes turned to her.  She groaned again.

"It's time," she panted.

"Already?" said Ryan.

Smith stood up and backed away with Paxton.  Ryan found that humorous.
 Two agents willing to take on the mob, but a pregnant woman scared
them.

"I guess the stress of the last two days," Mandy explained in obvious
pain.  

"Anything we can do?" asked Smith.

"You can give us an escort to the hospital with your lights and
siren," answered Ryan.

"Our car is not equipped like that," she answered.

"Well, never mind," he answered brusquely.

***

"Bleah!" said Ryan, gagging slightly.  "I don't see what Zane likes in
this taste."

"Why do you keep trying it?" responded Mandy, looking up at her
husband.  "You didn't like it after Zarah or Zachary either."

"I know," he said looking down at his naked wife beneath him.  "It's
just that your breasts are so...huge right now and I wanted to try out
the added feature again.

"You like them, huh?" teased Mandy.

"Yeah, except now when I suck on your nipples I get a mouthful of milk.
It still tastes disgusting."  He stuck out his tongue in distaste.

"My poor big baby," she mocked.

A sound emanated in the room.  Both heads turned instantly toward five
day old Zane sleeping in the basinet next to their bed.  A contented
smile spread across Mandy's face.  She then looked lovingly up at her
husband.  He was about to suck on her breasts again, but she pulled
him forward.  Ryan knew his wife well and he moved his dick into
position.  He pushed firmly forward and his dick slid easily into the
depths of his wife's warm, moist pussy.  They once more expressed
their passionate love for each other in a physical way just as they
first did ten years ago.

***

Life soon became normal again.  Sure there were changes with an infant
in the house, but Zane was their third child and they knew what to do.
That was soon to permanently change.  Agents Smith and Paxton kept
frequent contact to make sure they were okay and about a month after
the murder, the dynamic duo came over and told them it was time to go
into the witness protection.  With the new baby in the household, Ryan
and Mandy forgot about that original conversation and reality hit them
again.

"So where is this place?" asked Ryan. "In the middle of nowhere
California?"

"No," replied Smith in her standard calm manner.  "That place is
closed since everyone knows about it.  Seven years ago we developed a
much better location."

"Where is that?" asked Ryan

"Well, it's Iowa...but..."

"Iowa?" echoed Mandy, not liking that idea.

"I shouldn't say more.  You will see.  On Monday, some of our people
will come over to help pack up your house."

"What about doctors?   My baby needs checkups and shots," said Mandy
with maternal concern.

"One of the nation's best pediatricians lives in the witness
protection program.  He will become your baby doctor."

"Who?" asked Ryan.

"I can't say out here in the world," Smith replied.

Ryan and Mandy talked about the witness program that night.  They
hated the idea about being completely uprooted and cut off from
nearly everybody in their life.  It caused pain in the heart.
They also knew Ryan's testimony was the right thing to do.  They
would do it.  They would move into protection.  Mandy cried on that
last Friday, that last day in the house.  Ryan wandered the now empty
house making sure nothing was forgotten.  So many memories flooded
his mind.  A little moisture formed in the corner of his eyes also.
Why did he have to be the one to see the murder?

Smith drove the Sanders' minivan with Mandy and the three kids in it.
Ryan was in their sedan with Paxton driving.  Two other FBI cars
joined the caravan with the moving truck containing all their
possessions.  Ryan tried to strike up a conversation with Paxton to
see if he would talk.  All Paxton would say is "Yes" or "No" or shrug
his shoulders.  Kerri Smith and Mandy talked the whole drive.  Women
were just better communicators.  The drive was just under two hours.
The lead FBI car stopped at a little security shack, the driver talked
briefly, and then all the cars and the moving truck pulled into the
compound.  

The compound was a very small municipal airport.  A couple of small
prop planes were at one end.  There was a large hangar.  Much larger
than was needed for the planes that could land here.  There were a
couple of small administration buildings next to the hangar.

They drove to the other side of the hangar and Ryan was amazed to see
two massive doors slowly open.  The lead FBI car pulled to the side
but the minivan and sedan went into the hangar.  The engines were
killed.  The moving truck soon followed and killed its engine.  The
trailing FBI car stayed outside also.  "Please stay seated," both
Paxton and Smith told their passengers as they exited the cars.  

Ryan followed the agents with his gaze as they went to a side door in
the hangar.  He saw Smith punch in a code and the door slide open.
The door stayed open and nothing happened for a few minutes. Ryan
looked around.  The hangar was so dark that he could not easily
perceive the ceiling, so it made the big hangar appear even bigger.
He wasn't sure but the walls looked as if they were corrugated with
maybe thin coils.  Even the floor had that look.  Even the interior
of the doors.

Two persons approached out of the side door.  One was a woman.  She
was sharply dressed in business attire of red skirt, white blouse,
and red jacket.  She had long, blonde hair and quite frankly Ryan
thought she looked stunning.  With her looks, she could easily be an
actress or model.  He thought she was about 25 years old.  The other
person was a man, looked about age 25 also.  He was in blue suit and
tie, white shirt, and the traditional Federal agent haircut.  To Ryan,
he looked just like what an FBI agent looks like.

The man got into the car with Ryan.  Ryan looked back and saw the
woman get into the minivan and start to talk to Mandy and the
children.

"I'm Steve Barnett," the man introduced.  Yep thought Ryan. Looks like
a Steve.  "We will travel shortly"

"From in here?" asked Ryan.

"I'll explain on the other side.  You may feel drowsy.  That's okay.
 I have made the trip nearly fifty times."  He noticed the Bible Ryan
had in his hands.  Mandy had Steve carry it.  It was the Bible passed
down for several generations of his family

"Do you want a pill?" Steve continued,  "The first few times can feel
a little like seasickness."

"Uh...no thanks," said Ryan confused.  He knew he needed to ask a
question but wasn't sure where to start.

"That's fine," the agent replied.  "Monday will make sure your two
oldest children take one."

"Mandy," Ryan said.

"Monday," Steve said.

"Mandy," Ryan said matter-of-factly.

"Monday," answered Steve again.

"My wife's name is Mandy," said Ryan with annoyance.  The FBI were
sending them into oblivion and they couldn't get names right!

"Oh!" said Steve with a chuckle and a smile.  "No.  Monday is my
partner.  She's the agent with your wife and kids.  She says she was
named Monday because not only was her mom on pain drugs during her
birth, but her dad took the drugs too.  I think she is joking, but I
met her parents once and now I am not sure."

The confusion caused a welcome break in the stress and tension of the
relocation.  Ryan instantly liked Steve Barnett more than Kyle Paxton
from the simple fact that Steve would talk.

"Here we go," said Steve, touching his earpiece.  The hangar darkened
as the big doors behind them started to close.  Then it was totally
dark.

Ryan couldn't figure out why Steve was nudging him.  "Wake up, sir.
Wake up."  Ryan's eyes bolted open when he realized he had fallen
asleep.  How did that happen?

"How long was I asleep?"

"Only about a minute."

A ray of light penetrated the hangar and then more light as the big
doors reopened in *front* of them.  Ryan looked back.  There was no
way the moving truck could have turned around inside the hangar.  What
was going on?

The vehicles started up and pulled out of the hangar.  The hangar was
now part of a small office building complex that was surrounded by a
fence.  The sedan and the minivan pulled into a couple of parking
spaces in front of a two story building.

"Follow me, sir" said Steve.  Monday had apparently said the same to
Mandy and the kids.

Steve looked at the driver of the moving truck.  "Just a minute," he
told Ryan.  He walked over to the driver.  Ryan overheard him say "Set
up in C17"

Everyone went inside and Monday said, "This way, please."

They crammed into an elevator and went to the second floor.  The doors
opened to a short hallway with four doors.  Steve was the first out.
He opened the second door on the right.  "This one has a better view."

Ryan and Mandy were surprised to discover the door opened into a three
bedroom apartment.

"Is this where we are going to live, Monday?" asked Mandy.

"Oh no," replied the beautiful agent.  "Just a few days for
indoctrination.  We need to let you know what to expect and what is
going on."

Steve spoke. "The truck is delivering your stuff to your new house.
They'll set everything up.  If you prefer the furniture rearranged
later, we will do that for you."

"Yes," added Monday.  "However you like."

"We need to check you in with some paperwork to our bosses," said
Steve.  "Settle in, take a nap, watch TV, whatever.  We'll be back
with you in an hour."

"Can I watch TV?" said Zach.

"Sure," answered Ryan.

In the large master bedroom was a crib.  Mandy laid little Zane down.
Ryan opened the curtains to find a balcony.  He slid open the door and
stepped out into the air.  He could see some homes and streets.
Suburbia.

"What's going on, Ryan?" asked Mandy when she stepped out with him.
She put an arm around his waist and cuddled.  He wrapped an arm around
her and drew her closer.

"I don't know," he said.  "I do know they have a lot of answers to
give."

***

Agent Monday Morse, what a hideous name thought Ryan and Mandy, and
Agent Steve Barnett sat at the dining room table with the couple.
Little Zane's head was underneath the baby blanket as he suckled on
his mother's breast.

"Welcome to the witness protection program," said Steve cheerily.
Too cheerily for Mandy.  It was only a couple of hours but she was
already feeling homesick.

"Where are we?" said Ryan.

"Welcome to Iowa," answered Steve in continued cheeriness.

"Iowa?" said Ryan, unbelieving.

"The question you won't think to ask is 'when are we?'"

Ryan and Mandy looked puzzled.

"Welcome to the year 1879, Sanders family.  We discovered that when we
time travel we are also able to teleport locations.  We can't seem to
do it in current time."

Ryan looked out the window past the fence at the modern houses and
streets and cars in driveways

Monday spoke.  "You are thinking 'what is a modern day town doing in
the middle of 1879'.  The FBI reasoned the best way to protect people
is to put them somewhere were absolutely no one would think to find
them.  That's back in time."

Ryan turned his head back and thought about it.  Something was wrong
about this.  Mandy asked the question for him.  "Won't we mess up the
future by contact with people that live in this day."

"Yes," answered Steve.  "*If* we had contact.  This town is surrounded
by a force field.  On the outside, this force field, 'the grid' we call
it, looks like a steep hill.  People will just walk around it."

"No one ever tries to climb the hill?" asked Mandy with interest.

"The grid will shift," answered Monday, "and force the person to slip
down.  We have cameras embedded in the grid all over.  We can see what
is going on."

"And if a rock hits the hill?" said Mandy.  Good question thought Ryan.

"Depends on the location," said Monday.  "If a rock or stuck gets
stuck according to normal physic principles, the grid has an algorithm
to slowly push the object out within 24 hours.  We want the grid
clean, so it operates at top efficiency.  Scientifically, the grid is
not technically impenetrable, but extremely improbable.  We are safe.
On the outside of the grid, it will fool everyone.  They see it as a
hill.  The building behind us contains the field matrix and the small
building by that is the powerhouse with the generators.  Actually, my
primary job is monitoring the grid.  I enjoy it.  I work with Steve
when there are new people."

"The grid is too complex for me," said Steve.  "Monday's the smart
one."

"It's not that hard," said Monday.

"For you."

"Once you have been here a little while," said Monday, "I can let you
view the camera monitors and take a look outside."

"How can you have cars in a dome?" asked Ryan.

Steve smiled.  "Not a dome.  Open at the top.  We get Iowa weather
which can be nasty in the winter.  Native animals are inside the grid,
but they stay away from the homes.

"Something just occurred to me," said Ryan with a little excitement.
"What happens when time catches up to this town?  If this just looks
like a hill, maybe someone lived here sometime."

Monday answered.  "This town is in a valley area.  We are actually
surrounded by hills.  The force field makes it look like the hill
keeps going up instead of descending into the valley.  As far as
your question, we will disassemble the town before anyone lives in
this area.  That is many years from now."

"How can you do all this...this time travel and stuff?" asked Mandy.

"Classified, ma'am," answered Monday sounding professional.

"Classified," echoed Steve, nodding his head.

"What?" said Ryan.  "Men in Black?  X-Files?"

The agents were expressionless.

"We have some other duties to do, Monday."

"Oh, yes," she said looking briefly at her partner and then the couple.
"Do you want me to do it this time?"

"Yes," said Steve.

"Okay. You are in the witness protection and living 100 years in the
past in a different location.  We still want you to have different
names.  While extremely remote, we like to limit any chance of you
being discovered.  Tonight, we want you to come up with a new family
name and a new name for each of you and each of your children."

Mandy became to tear up.  "You're just completely cutting us off,
aren't you?"

Monday looked at the sobbing wife.  Mandy was very emotional, she
thought.  Or maybe it was that time of the month.  Her gazed lingered
on Ryan who was holding his wife tenderly.  He was a handsome man.
Very attractive.  He would be a fine addition for the women living
here.  Maybe she'd try him out herself.

Monday spoke.  "We have email.  We can transmit through time.  The
email does come to us first and we screen it so you don't inadvertently
expose yourself to the bad guys.  We have people doing that 24 hours,
so it will go out right away.  Anything we receive back, we forward on
to you.  We have TV.  It's delayed a day, so your favorite Wednesday
shows are now on Thursday and so on."  She paused.  "Anything else,
Steve?"

"We get movies before the modern world does," he said.  "We have the
internet.  We do not allow you to use web-based email like Hotmail or
Yahoo.  We have plenty of radio choices.  People are here from all
walks of life.   People are friendly and eager to meet new people.
This is a small town.  Your life is still shopping, working, raising
your kids, going out to eat, whatever."

"What is my job?" asked Ryan, suddenly thinking practical.

"What is your current occupation?" said Steve.

"Mechanical engineer."

Monday spoke up.  "You might be able to work with the grid and the
power plant."  That would be cool, she thought.

"Yeah," said Steve, "maybe."  He gave Monday a quizzical look.  It
took at least a year before the regular people were trusted enough to
work on the FBI compound. "Everybody here is a team.  The FBI and the
people who live here know it is in each others best interest to work
together to protect each other."

"Are churches here?" suddenly asked Mandy.  She picked up the Bible
Ryan had put on the table.

"Sure," said Steve.

"And this town," said Monday, "is guaranteed contagious disease free.
Only completely healthy people are allowed here.  Doesn't mean the flu
can't pass around, but you're guaranteed to not catch an STD if you
decide to mingle."

Both Ryan and Mandy were taken a little aback by Monday's last comment.

"We need to go," said Steve to Monday.  He stood up and then Monday
did.  "We'll see you tomorrow.  Have fun choosing a name."

"What about meals?" said Ryan, hurriedly.

"You have a fridge and cabinets stocked with food.  We don't cook it
for you."

Monday tittered at Steve's joke.

Ryan felt slightly embarrassed though he knew Steve didn't mean to
make him feel that way,

***

Over dinner, Ryan and Mandy explained to Zarah and Zach about the
name change.

"I want to be Spiderman," said Zach."

"We should have normal names," said Ryan, smiling.

"And Mommy and Daddy should agree on your name," Mandy hastily added.

"How about Sarah," said Zarah.

"Well, I think it sounds a little too close to your real name," Mom
said.

"Oh."  Zarah went back to thinking.

"And we need a last name too," Mom added and looked at her husband.

"We are living a new life," said Ryan.  "Just like our old lives, we
dedicate our new lives to God."  They took every opportunity to
spiritually teach their children.

"I was feeling sad and down earlier," said Mandy, "But I am feeling
excited now and eager to meet new friends.

"How about 'Newsong'?" said Ryan.

"Newsong?" said Mandy.

"Yeah.  'Hello I'm Ryan Newsong'." He raised his wife's hands and
kissed the back.

"I thought we had to have new first names," said Zarah.

"We do," said Ryan.  "Just trying out the name.  What do you think,
Mandy?"

"Only God can put a new song in our hearts during difficult times.  I
like it.  It would be an underlying good attitude for our family.  It
makes me feel good just saying it."

"Can I be 'Mark'?" asked Zach.  He was oblivious to his Mom and Dad's
conversation. 

"Why 'Mark'? asked Ryan.

"Cuz Mark Benson is my favorite ballplayer."

"Mark sounds okay to me.  What does Mommy think?"

"It's a good name."  She nodded her head.  "And how about Zane
becoming Matthew?  Two good Biblical names.

"Matthew.  Matt," said Ryan trying it out for size.  "Yeah. Okay."

"I don't have to be Paul do I?" asked Zarah.

"No," said Mandy with a big smile.

"How about Tiffany?"

"Ummm...."

"There's a girl at school names Tiffany.  She's bigger than me and
picks on all the girls."

"So why would you want her name?"

"So I could be bigger and not picked on."

"No.  Let's not choose someone we don't like.  How about Rachel?"

"Yuck."

"Rebekah?"

She shook her head.

"You could go by Becky.  Becky Newsong"

"Becky?  Becky.  I like Becky."

"Hello, Becky."

Zarah giggled at her new name.

"How about Aaron Newsong?" said Ryan to Mandy.  He sat up straight and
proud.

"Unhhh, I don't know.  Sounds a little to much like Ryan," Mandy said
trying not express an outright rejection.  "How about David?"

"You know David wasn't a good father."

"But your a great father," she complimented.

"David Newsong," he tested.  "So is David an old boyfriend?  Is that
it?"

"Don't even tease like that!"  She meant it.

"'Sorry, I can't do that Dave'," Ryan quoted from '2001: A Space
Odyssey'.  "Hmmm.  That will be the kids' motto."

"They're still going to call you Daddy."

"So does that make you Bathsheba?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no."  She smiled.  "I don't know."   Her eyes
got dreamy.  How about Bernadette or Guinevere or maybe Monique"

"Well, if you don't mind me calling you Bernie or Moaner."

"I can't decide on a name," she said, frustratedly.

There was a lull in the conversation.

Zane started to cry and Mandy got up to get him.  She carried him
back in and sat down.  She lifted up her shirt and pushed his mouth to
her breast.  His mouth hungrily attached to her teat.  Ryan's sight of
his wife's breasts made his dick stir.

"How about Amy?" Ryan said.

"Amy?"

"Just sort of popped in my head.  Sort of like Mandy with rearranged
letters.  Simple and beautiful.  Just like you."

Mandy smiled.  "Amy Newsong," she tried out.  "Amy Newsong. Amy
Newsong."  Yes.  She liked it.

***


After the children were in bed, Ryan told Mandy.  "You know, we've
never made love in the year 1879 before."  He kissed the back of her
neck and rubbed the sides of her breasts through her shirt.

"Yeah?" she said, tilting her neck to expose more to his soft kisses.
"Is that about to change?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Good," she sighed as a tingle went thru her body.

On the bed, Mandy straddled on top of him.  His dick was not inside
her.  "My  breasts are too swollen and painful for me to be on top."

Ryan looked up at her huge milk filled breasts.  "Maybe we just need
to relieve a little pressure."  He gave her nipple a little squeeze.
 Some milk squirted out and surprised him by hitting him in the eye.  

Mandy laughed at her startled husband as he wiped his eye. She rolled
off him and onto her back.  She opened her legs as Ryan moved on top
of her.  She felt his dick on her pussy lips and she reached down and
positioned it for entry.  She sighed as he pushed forward and entered
her.  She loved the feeling of being joined physically to her wedded
husband.  They knew each other's bodies well.  She began to heighten
to orgasm and Ryan responded by thrusting harder and deeper to bring
her over the edge.  As she came, she felt Ryan come inside her.  They
both loved that they each regularly orgasmed within moments of each
other.  She felt his dick slip out of her.  He got off of her and laid
by her side.  He slowly caressed her breasts.

"I love you," Ryan said.

"I love you, too," Mandy replied.

***

Steve and Monday showed up about nine the next morning.  They asked
them if they had decided on names.

"Newsong, huh?" said Steve.  "That's different."

"It's what God does when we follow Him," explained Ryan.

"He puts a new song in our heart," elaborated Mandy.

Steve did a mental shrug.

"Good. You have new names.  Monday, go downstairs to get Tom"

The striking blonde went out the door.

"We don't have cell phones," said Steve, "But we have traditional land
phones.  Your home will have a phone to call anyone in town.  So are
you doing okay so far?"

"Yeah," said Ryan.  Mandy nodded agreement.

"Good.  Oh, here's Monday with Tom."

A man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts stepped forward.
 "Hi, I'm Tom Reynolds."  He stuck his hand out to Ryan.

"Ryan Sanders," he answers.	

Tom turned and looked at Steve and Monday with a 'what gives?'
expression.

Steve spoke.  "No.  You are David Newsong."

"But..."

Steve cut Ryan off.  "I know we just tricked you, but this is lesson
number one.  Get used to using your new names."

"Welcome both of you," said Tom.  "I have some business to attend to,
so if you'll excuse me."  He left.

"So ready for a town tour?"

"Sure," Ryan said, shrugging his shoulders.  It wasn't like he and his
family had control of their lives or had anything else to do.

"Does the town have a name?" Mandy asked.

"Well, the FBI calls is WPP #24," said Steve.  "It's the only one back
in time."

"But," spoke up Monday, "the residents just call it Timetown."

"There's the movie theater," Steve pointed out at he drove the
passenger van past it.  He took a left.  "And this area is a sort of
a restaurant row."

Steve kept driving and entered what look like a newer area of town and
in fact a little further down, houses were being constructed.  He
stopped in front of one of the houses.  One of the workers stepped 
over to the van.

Steve rolled down his window.  "Hi Brian!  How are you doing?"

"Good, Steve.  You have some new residents with you?"

"Yeah, they'll be moving into the house you just completed."

"Saw the moving truck yesterday."

"I'm...." said Ryan.

Steve interrupted.  "This is David and Amy Newsong and their children
Becky, Mark and ..."

"Matt," Ryan/David helped out.

"Yes," said Steve.  "Brian here has been a resident for five years
now."

"So you're in the program?" Mandy/Amy asked.

"Yep," Brian replied.  "I get to build and develop this town. I enjoy
my work."

Steve liked to hear that.  If the new family heard people liked living
here it made  the transition easier.

"So what do you think of the Cubbies this year?" Steve asked.

A grimace crossed Brian's face.  "Are you kidding me?  Same old crap.
Behind the Cards by ten games.  You know better than to get me
started."

"Yeah, yeah," said Steve.  Well, gotta go."

"Okay."  Brian looked at "David and Amy".  "Hey there, welcome to the
neighborhood."

"Thanks," said Ryan though he wasn't sure he was thankful.  But that
man was friendly and nice.  That's a good sign.

Steve turned the van around and headed back.  He slowed down at a new
home.  The curbside mailbox said C17.  This is your new home. You'll
move in within a couple of days.

They toured thru the other side of town.

"That's The Mingle," said Monday excitedly.  Steve slowed down as
they approached the large auditorium.  "It's the town meeting hall
essentially.  There's concerts there, dances, support groups.  Amy,
if you're looking to meet other moms or having your kids play with
other kids you can go there.  There's a monthly schedule of events
that is emailed to everybody."

"How many people live here?" asked the new Amy.

"Just over 2,000," answered Steve.   "Town capacity will be 5,000"

Monday continued.  "There are a lot of small meeting rooms in the
building.  Even rooms with beds in case you got too drunk and can't
drive home.  It's also a place one can instantly hook up with the
opposite sex at a dance or other event.  Much of the town is there
every night."

"Yeah," said Steve.  "Me and Monday are often at The Mingle.  Any FBI
agent who lives here, lives just like the rest of you.  I go to the
same grocery store, join in on the softball games, date the single
women who are in the program.  We just have a different job which is
protecting you."

"Of course, not everyone who hooks up are single," said Monday.  She
looked at Ryan...no...David.  "You can live whatever lifestyle you
want."

Ryan felt uncomfortable.  This agent was coming on to him, wasn't she?
Or was it just his imagination?  That was probably it.  It's just
because she is so beautiful that he was thinking things.  At least,
that is what he hoped.  He wasn't quite convinced either way.

Steve turned and they were off-roading, though the dirt road was
smooth.  He stopped in a couple of minutes and the Newsongs saw the
inside of the grid close up.  Each person pressed his or her hand
against it.  The grid was firm and resistant.
	
***

The next couple of days were Steve and Monday testing the Newsong
family by introducing them to different people.  They evaluated how
well they were doing using their new names.  Once Steve and Monday
felt comfortable, they released the family to move into their new
home.

The house was a single-story four bedroom.  Plenty of room, large
backyard for the kids, three car garage, brand new appliances.  The
movers had arranged their furniture satisfactorily.  They rearranged
Becky's room at her request.  She wanted her bed by the window.

***

The first week went agreeably.  It was strange not to need money for
the grocery store.  Items one might skip because they were too
expensive were now readily available to "buy".  Becky and Mark started
school and baby Matt had a check up with Dr. Andrews at the medical
clinic.  Mandy met a woman who gave birth to her son in Timetown.  The
son was now one and a half.  The woman was six months pregnant with a
second son.  After that first week, Agent Monday Morse showed up about
a job for David.

"So you would you like to learn about the grid?  Learn how to monitor
and operate the force field that protects us all from messing up
history?  You seem to have the aptitude for it.  Now you don't have
to.  You can do any job you want.  We do know most people want a job
to do here.  People want to feel useful."

"That sounds great," said David.  The sooner he could establish
normalcy in his life the better.

"What's up?" said Amy, walking in carrying a happy baby Matt.

"Got a job."

Amy smiled.  "Thank you," she said to Monday.

"Sure.  Park at The Mingle tomorrow.  I'll pick you up.  We'll get you
a pass so you drive on the compound on your own after that."

***

When Monday picked David up the next day, he noticed a scent of perfume.
He hadn't smelled any on her before.

"So what do you most of your day?" David asked her on the short drive.

"Mostly work in the grid room.  Steve and I are the welcoming committee
for new people such as yourselves and we will make sure you go back to
testify.  The job is pretty easy.  I have plenty of free time to do
what I want."

"Are there really many activities to do here?"

"Oh, sure.  We have everything.  Just on a smaller scale.  Maybe you
can't go see Pearl Jam in concert, but you can see local bands play
Pearl Jam songs.  Yes, life's a little different but it is still a
good life."

At work, Monday went through some of the aspects and features of the
way the grid operated.  David was thoroughly confused.  Monday
expected that and over the next couple of weeks, the concepts slowly
started to click in David's mind.

***

A month after David started working, he was surprised to see Monday in
shorts and a scoop T-shirt.  David just realized he'd never seen her
in anything but "official looking FBI" attire.

"That's different," said David motioning his hand toward her.

"The FBI prefers us to dress officially, but I don't have any official
duties right now except the grid so I dress more casual, more free."

"You look beautiful as always," he said.

"Yeah?" she said.  Did he call her beautiful?

"Yeah."  He turned to look at the display screens for the grid.

Monday stared at him quietly.  She outlined the side of his face with
her eyes and the curve of his butt in his pants.  She wanted someone
new.  She'd been stationed here seven months and slept with most of
the good looking men.  There were too many old men here and too many
fat ones.  She slept with married men too.  She had sex with a
married man just two weeks ago at The Mingle.  It was the first time
with him.  It  would be the last.  He was lousy lover.

The residents here didn't know it, but all the houses were bugged.
The FBI went to extreme measures to not let anything happen to the
residents.  They had to make sure there was never a mole.  Or if
someone was changing their mind on testifying, they wanted to know
right away, so they could convince the person to still testify.

So Monday knew that David and his wife Amy had sex almost every night
and that is was good sex.  Monday ached.  She wanted *good* sex.
Someone who knew how to make her come hard and not just give good
sensations.  She wanted more.

"So how do you think the grid could be breeched?" David asked looking
at her.

Monday averted away her stare.  "I'm not sure.  Like I said, it is
highly unlikely.  Maybe with the right power fluctuation and something
that conducts electricity hitting it."

"That an interesting idea.  You might be on to something."

"Not that we want to try it," cautioned Monday.

She picked up a pen and it slipped from her fingers.   She felt like
she was in slow-motion as the pen fell to the floor at her feet.  She
bent at the waist to pick it up.  She tried hard to focus on the pen
and not look up at David.  Did he see?  Did he notice?

When Monday bent over to get her pen, David noticed she wasn't wearing
a bra.  Her shirt hung down and he clearly saw her breasts, B-sized
white globes.  He looked away.

Monday noticed David quickly looked away.  She knew he noticed her
tits.  Her planned action made her pussy lubricate.  She got hornier.

"One of the nice things about Timetown is that there are no sexual
diseases.  One is safe to have sex with anyone.  Many people like to
try new sexual partners," she said.

"Oh yeah," said David, trying to sound uninterested.

"Yeah.  I'd love to feel you squeeze them.  I'd like that a lot."

"What?"  He didn't know for sure what he meant, but a slight panic
went thru his body as he wondered if she meant her breasts.  Surely
not!  Yet, her conversation topic implied otherwise.

"There's a little studio apartment through that door," she said
pointing at an unmarked door, "for emergencies in case we need to
stay overnight if there was a problem with the grid.    It has a 
kitchenette and a bed.  You've seen Timetown, I'd like to introduce
you to all of Monday Morse."

"Um...look Monday," David felt very awkward.  "I'm a married man."

Monday was a little upset.   He's rejecting me?  Me?  I'm beautiful!
"Look," she said with a displeasure evident in her voice, "You've been
living here nearly two months now.  You can see life is different."

"Sure," David said warily, unsure of where her words were heading.

"You can live by new rules.  Some of the first married men living here
have slept with 200 different women by now.  And it was okay with them
for other guys to sleep with their wives.  Sometime they wife-swap or
have a threesomes or foursomes together.  Next month, The Mingle's
main floor is reserved for the quarterly orgy.  You are free here, 
David...Mr. Ryan Sanders."  She deliberately used his old name.  "I
know you are not gay, so why wouldn't you want to FUCK ME!"  She
emphasized the last two words.  For additional emphasis, she whipped
off her shirt.  She stood topless before him.

He looked down at the ground to avoid looking at her.

"Well," she said impatiently.  "Aren't you going to say anything?"

He instinctively looked up to speak, but quickly looked down again.
He looked nervous.

She stood silently glaring at him.

He wanted to look back up, but had to look back down again.  Finally
he said, "Would you put your shirt back on?"

"No!"

"Put your shirt back on and we'll talk about it."  He glanced back up
and accidentally caught a look of naked breast and looked back down.
"Please?"

Monday huffed.  She picked up her shirt off the floor and put it on.
"Okay, I'm covered now."

David hesitantly looked up and exhaled.  She was covered.  He looked
at her directly now.

"Monday," he started.  "I am a different man.  Now, you are a *very*
beautiful  woman.  A sexy woman.  I noticed that the first day I saw
you came out of the hangar door.  I love my wife.  I said I would
forsake all others when Mandy and I married.  Yes, I could sleep with
you if I didn't respect my wife, my kids, my God.  If I wasn't like
that, I am sure I would not hesitate to have sex with you.  But I am
different.  Mandy is different.  We didn't have sex until after we
were married."  He noted the surprise on her face.  "I am flattered
that I am desirable to you.  If I was single, I might be interested
in dating you.  But I will *not* go back on my commitment to God,
Mandy, or my children.  I'm sorry."  David noted she looked like he
just punched her in the stomach.

"I'm sorry, David," she told him.  She felt sad, but she knew she
wasn't sorry.  "I need to step out for some fresh air."

"That sounds like a good idea."

"Maybe go home early."

"Sure."

Monday stepped outside.  Damn, she felt so horny.  She needed someone.
She entered another building and picked up the phone.   I'll call
Steve she thought.  He was a bit mechanical but he never passed up an
opportunity to fuck her when she let him.  She was horny enough that
Steve could get her off this time.

She heard a groggy Steve at the other end of the line.  "I'm sorry to
wake you"  "Yes, I know it's your day off."  "I just need you...in
me."  

His voice got excited.  "Be right there." 

She hung up the phone.

David used the time to study the grid.  The grid appeared to be
composed of extremely small magnetized metal.  He'd never seen
anything like it.  Maybe this was indeed some type of alien
technology.  The tiny metal objects and the electrical current running
through it gave the grid strength and flexibility.  You could change
its shape or even color.  Small cameras were actually placed into the
grid.  With the computer, you defined the size of the grid, how wide,
long, tall, deep, whatever.  You could tell the cameras to move
around.  A couple of days ago, the camera showed a furrier camped for
the night near their grid.  The grid looked like a hill to the
furrier.  Monday said they once saw a frontier couple having sex as
they camped for the night.

***

The next few days were normal for David.  Monday was back to her
regular self and resumed teaching him more about the grid.  She also
took him to the powerhouse that provided all the energy to the town
and kept the grid going.  The sight of the generators further enhanced
David's feelings about alien technology.  The floors were covered with
a thin layer of black dust.

***

During the middle of next week, Monday returned from lunch changed
into a red dress.  David quickly noted the dress was short.  The dress
came just barely below her privates.  He had to be careful where he 
looked if she sat down or bent over.  He didn't want to see anything
he wasn't supposed to see.  The dress also exposed her cleavage and
her breasts were pushed up which further enhanced them.

"Going out tonight?" asked David cordially and politely.

"Maybe," she said. "I want to be ready."

She looked at the grid and smiled inside.

"See that wave pattern on the screen in the right quadrant of the
grid?" she asked.

He turned back to the screen and looked up at it.

"See how the pattern is slightly off.  Here's a good test for you.
See if you can figure what's going on and initiate a correction in the
grid"

David started to type into the keyboard and watched his display screen
and the main grid display at the same time.  "Probably a rock caught
in the grid and disrupting the flow."

"We can't assume."

"I wasn't," he answered "but it is the first thing that comes to mind.
I will verify."  David continued to type and determined the size of the
object in the grid.  It seemed to be a rock.  He asked, "Can a camera
be turned to look within the grid itself?"

"Yes.  Smart thinking," she praised.

David found the nearest camera to the object.  It was too close, so he
backed it away in the grid stream until he could get an image.  There
it was.  Yep, a rock. He had the dimensions of the rock, so he typed
some commands to slowly push out the rock within the next twenty-four
hours.

"Well done," she said.

He turned in his swivel chair and smiled.

To his surprise, she quickly dropped to her knees in front of him.
One hand reached at his crotch of his pants and started to squeeze his
dick through the material.  Her other hand went to his belt and tried
to undo it.

"What are you doing?" he said frantically.  His hands came down to
push her away.

Monday didn't like the taste of cum in her mouth.  With her  body,
most guys didn't care about blowjobs, they just wanted to fuck her.

"Just rewarding you," she mumbled and pushed his arms away.  She got
the belt almost open and could feel his cock harden from her
persistent squeezes.  If a blowjob was the way to get him to decide to
fuck her, so be it.  She'd do it.

He pushed at her head and raised it back.   His hands got in her face.
"Ow!" he cried out.  She bit him!  He shook out the pain in his bitten
index finger.

Monday took advantage of his distraction and completed the belt and
then undid his pants button.  When he felt her hands on his zipper, he
came back to his senses

He pushed on her shoulders.

"Stop it!  Stop it!" Monday yelled at him.

David got a leg raised and pushed at her.  She fell back
unceremoniously on her back.  Her legs were splayed and he saw her
shaven pussy.  He was momentarily surprised by the sight, but escaped
his gaze and stood up and ran out of the building.

David submitted a request the next morning to be assigned a new job.
When asked why, he was tempted to report Monday Morse's behavior, but
he just said he wanted to try something else.   He was assigned to the
landscaping crew.

***

A couple of weeks later, the Newsongs received word that David would
need to testify in about a month.  He again would be Ryan Sanders for
a few of days.  The testimony went as planned and Ryan Sanders'
testimony was very damning.  While in current time, the family was
again in the care of Agents Kerri Smith and Kyle Paxton.  To transport
between time, they didn't need the big hangar.  That was only for
vehicles.  There was a separate room about the size of a conference
room that transported people between the present and the past.

Everything went smoothly.  The family was driven back to the transport
center to return to Timetown.    The family waited outside the
conference room with Agents Steve Barnett and Monday Morse.  A
technician was in the room going over the safety check.

"All set," the tech said as he exited.

Ryan's head swung around and looked back at the tech.  Where had he
seen him before?

"Let's go," said Steve, urging them into the room.  He was having sex
tonight with Mrs. Belvor, a cute 30-year old redhead, and he didn't
want to miss it.

Ryan, soon to be David again, continued to mull in his mind who the
technician was as the transport process started.

"Next stop, Timetown!" called out Steve. after the momentary journey
was complete.  He walked over to the door.

Becky and Mark rushed to the door and fought to be the first one out.
Mandy, now Amy again, carried Matt and went over to keep the kids out
of Steve's way.

A chill went down David's spine.  The tech!  He came to the door in
the middle of the night.  He's mob!

Steve Barnett cracked open the door which unknown to him set off an
explosion that instantly killed him.  Becky, Mark, and infant Matthew
were also immediately killed.  Amy was rushed to the hospital and died
two hours later.  Medical tests showed she was four weeks pregnant
with a girl and so another life was lost.  Monday was thrown against
the wall and fortunately only suffered a concussion and was kept
overnight for observation.

While physically David was unharmed except for some minor bruises,
spiritually and emotionally he was near-fatally wounded.  His soulmate,
his lover, his wife, his best friend was gone.  Alone in his house, he
watched and rewatched his wedding video and viewed Amanda Williams
taking Ryan Sanders as her wedded husband.  Plus, his three beautiful
children were gone.  One day it would have been four.  His heart had
been ripped out.  

The "technician" that somehow brought in the bomb was found dead by
the side of the road later that day.  His head was so riddled with
bullets that he was almost beyond recognition.  A couple of weeks
later, James Vakelpa was convicted of murder.  David knew Vakelpa was
responsible for his family's murder too, but the FBI said that they
had no evidence.  Besides Vakelpa was going to jail anyway by the
testimony he had given.

Agents were around his house often at first.   He surmised correctly
that it was a suicide watch.  If there was a retrial, they would need
him to testify again.  Agent Barnett's replacement, Robert Brown came
over after a couple of months to convince David to get back to life,
go back to work and so on.  David knew Brown was just following orders,
but the pep talk worked anyway.

David requested to return to work in the grid and powerhouse.  Monday
Morse was there, of course, but he looked so sad and morose that she
no longer had any sexual interest in him.    She dabbled lately with
the new guy, Brown, and was happy to discover that he was well endowed.
Day after day, David mindlessly ran configurations and experiments on
the grid.  It killed time and made him forget the emptiness that was
in his heart.  He still often spent the nights just crying.

***

Around a month later, he saw a covered wagon via the grid cameras.
Wow!  That's cool!   A project came to his mind.  He requested
material to build his own covered wagon.  He also asked if he could
have two horses to take care of and to pull his wagon around town when
he finished building it.  The FBI were very happy to comply.  They
were pleased to see life and vigor restored to him.  David built his
wagon. He was regularly seen driving it around town. Still, he was not
happy.

***
 
One day, David went to the powerhouse to see the maintenance crew work
on a problem with one of the generators.   "Just what is this black
dust always on the floor in here?" he asked.  He knew a janitorial
crew came in every day to sweep it up.

"Just something the generator sheds," the foreman answered. "Just the
way it works.  Hey, watch out!"

David turned just in time to avoid being conked in the head by a worker
carrying a metal pole, but he still slipped and fell down into the
dust.

"You okay?" asked the foreman.  David was covered in dust. "I've
fallen into the dust before.  A few times actually.  You're going to
need a shower and wash your clothes to get that dust off you. Probably
two or three showers."

David left. but he didn't go straight home.  Today was his wedding
anniversary and he missed Mandy!  He  missed her companionship so
deeply.  He dated a few single women in Timetown, but none interested
him.  One woman immediately invited him to bed upon his arrival to her
house.  He declined.  None of them could match Mandy.  He stopped his
car and walked into the undeveloped areas.  He walked a couple of
miles until he reached the grid.

I'm the one in prison, he thought.  Trapped in time and in space.  If
only I could start new.  He lifted his filthy, dust-covered hand and
pressed it at the grid.  To his surprise, his arm went well into the
grid.  He pulled it out in shock and then slowly reinserted it.  It
slipped inside again.  He tried his other arm but he couldn't get it
any further than his watch.  The dust hadn't clung to his watch very
well.  David began to think.

The next day, Monday asked David to investigate an unusual grid
fluctuation that occurred the day before.  He discovered it was his 
arm entering the grid, but didn't tell her that.  He told her it was 
related to the work on the generators.  That answer satisfied her.

The following few days, he thought and thought.  On the weekend, a
plan formulated.  The plan would start with the powerhouse cleanup
crew and one Agent Monday Morse.  The latter part of his plan would
break some of his values, ethics, and principles, but before him might
be a chance for a whole new life.  The chance to live again.  He had
to put behind the memories of the past.  He shed a tear and said a
silent goodbye to the memories of his wife and family.

David went the next day to the powerhouse and asked the cleanup crew
if they would collect black dust for him for an experiment he was
working on.  The crew chief asked no questions and had no problem with
it.

During lunch the same day, David asked Monday over to his place for
dinner.

"Me?" she said in surprise.  Her head turned each way to make sure no
one else was in earshot of his question.

"I make a great lasagna and it will be a chance to get to know each
other better outside of our work environment."

"Okay," she agreed, with a curious look at David.  She had nothing
else going on tonight.

David prepared for dinner with Monday.  Lights were dimmed, candles
were placed on the dining table.  He dressed up in suit and tie.  He
was annoyed that he lacked romantic music to play, but settled on the
Beatles at low volume.  He asked God for forgiveness.

Monday arrived in blue jeans and a sweater.  She entered his house and
looked around in amazement.  "I feel greatly under-dressed."

"You look beautiful as always, Monday," he complimented.  "We will see
about under-dressed later."
 
Her eyes widened.  Did he say what I think he just said?

"Go ahead and sit down.  The lasagna is ready and I will bring it out."

She sat down in the dim flickering candlelight.  It was good that the
light was dim since she had a smirk on her face.  Was he actually
trying to seduce her?  After all this time?   I guess I'll see how
this all plays out.  She was intrigued.  David delivered lasagna, Greek
salad, and breadsticks to the table and then sat down.

"Now one thing," he said.  "We are *not* talking about the grid or
work.  Agreed?"

"Agreed!" she smiled back to him.

They talked about their histories and growing up.  As dinner ended,
both of them had separately decided that they were having a good time
with the other.

"Please have a seat on the couch while I put everything away," David
said.

"Oh, let me help."

"Nope," he said, raising an index finger. "You are the guest."  He gave
her a big smile.  "Be with you in a moment."

Monday sat patiently on the couch.  She caught a glimpse of him every
time he traversed from the dining table to the kitchen.  She was
intrigued - a little excited.  All they had done was talk.  She liked
that.  Normally, she or her sex partner was driving home already.  He
*really* was different.  Had she missed out on much in life by going 
so fast to the sexual act?  She felt her nipples harden.  She rued 
that her body was so sexually conditioned.  She wanted to just enjoy
these moments as they happen.

David sat on the couch and faced her.  He sat a distance between where
friends would sit and where a dating couple would sit.  They continued
to get to know each other through conversation.  Monday was grateful
that when she asked about his past family, he said he didn't want to
talk about it.  She didn't want to really hear about his wife anyway.
  
Over the hour, David slowly slid closer to her.  She had not realized
it until he took her hand in his.  As the conversation continued, he
slowly and softly caressed her hand between thumb and fingers.  Monday
was amazed how stimulating it felt.  She felt her clitoris engorge and
she squirmed as she felt rivulets of lubrication  move inside her
pussy.  Eventually her mind started to fell fuzzy.

"What was that you said?" she asked, feeling confused.  She felt so
hot.  Was it her or the house?  She looked at him.  He was a lot
closer to her now.

"May I kiss you?"

She was almost positive that was not what he just said, but she did
not care.  Maybe he did say it.  She nodded her head.

He moved inward and softly lingered on her lips   She sighed.  They
kissed again, more naturally.  He broke away and slowly kissed up her
jawline toward her ear.  She shivered as he neared her ear.  He slid
to her neck and she crooked it to give more access.

"Oh God!" she whispered, as he kissed down her neck.

Monday panted hard.  David stood up and she looked up at him in
disappointment.  He took her hands and pulled for her to stand.  He
guided her to his bedroom.

OH GODDDDD!" moaned Monday, as David's tongue licked at her clit and
between her labia.  She was coming already.

"It's too sensitive now," she said huskily after he licked her pussy
and clit softly a couple of times after her orgasm.  "Go inside me."
She panted.  "I'll need to go home soon, so I can get ready for work
tomorrow."

"OHHHH!" she groaned in renewed stimulation when he licked her labia
harder.  He licked her more aggressively.  Wow, this was fantastic!
He had her rising to the top of the wave again in just a few minutes.
Shit, this was good!

He slid up her body and sucked on her tits.  She felt self-conscious
about it at first because his wife had large tits, but with the rapt
attention he gave her tits, she soon forgot about it.

He moved forward again and then she felt his cock slide easily into
her.  She sighed peacefully.  She readily moved toward orgasm a third
time.  Each time she panted harder and moaned louder, he would stop
full inside her until she subsided and then begin again with slow
strokes.  He must have repeated it at least four times.  Finally, he 
must have been close to coming himself as he thrusted faster and 
harder into her pussy.

"Make me come first.  I want to feel you come inside me," she gasped
out.

David stopped moving inside her and began to run his hands on the top
of her breasts.  She gasped deeper and even more sensually.  He
lowered himself down upon her.  His arms came to her sides with his
hands holding her shoulders.  Her breasts and his chest pressed firmly
together.

"Ohhhh, Godddd!" moaned Monday.  He was extremely physically close to
her, as close physically as anyone could be, but he felt even closer
to her.  His every thrust pressed his body against her clit and it
felt so damn good!

"Ohhhh!   Ohhhhh!  Ohhhhh!" she moaned.

David held still inside her again as she came.  When she came back
down from the mountaintop, he restarted moving firmly inside her again.
He breathed harder and harder and in just another minute, he groaned,
"I'm coming."

Monday intently tried to tune herself to the sensations inside her.
She felt him twitch and then...then she felt an extra warm spray touch
her deep within.  Her body instantly relaxed and she melted into the
bed.  She vaguely felt him get off her, a slow caress of her tits and
a gentle kiss on the lips.  She then fell asleep.


David woke up first.  He looked at Monday.  She was on her side and
faced away, naked and uncovered.  He pulled up the blanket over her.
She stirred and snuggled into the blanket and appeared to go into a
deeper sleep.  David eased slowly off the bed and quietly exited the
room.  He walked down the hallway and saw the picture on the wall.
The picture was a portrait of Mandy with a five-year old Zarah and
a four-year old Zach.  He looked at the photo and began to tear up.

"I'm sorry," he told the photo.  He collapsed to the floor and began
to quietly sob.  "I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again.  When
he regained his composure, he looked up at the picture.  He knew she
would want him to be happy.  If it took this plan to get a worthwhile
life back, she would understand.  He stood up and entered the kitchen.


David sat on the bed.  "Good morning, beautiful!" he said as Monday
stirred and opened her eyes.

Monday's nose twitched and she breathed in deeply.  "Smells like
breakfast," she said.

"Breakfast is served."  He dangled a cut half-strawberry before her
eyes.

She suddenly was very awake.  She sat up and pulled the sheet up to
cover herself.

"Wow!" she said, seeing the tray of goodies on the nightstand.

He moved the strawberry to her mouth, she opened and he popped it in.

"Mmmmm" she said.

He pulled the sheet back down to her waist.  "A beautiful view can
greatly enhance breakfast for me."

Monday smiled and ate up the compliment.  She loved to hear talk like
that.  She'd never experienced a man like him.  He truly, truly, truly
was a *different* man.

"You never know when I might be in the mood for a taste of melon," he
continued.

"Oh, yeah?" she responded to his word game.

"Yes.  When I have tasted good melons, I like to have them again," he
said.

He offered her a bite of pastry that she accepted.

Monday felt so happy and contented.  Maybe for the first time in her
life.  She had pursued him over a year ago, but she realized now it
wouldn't have been the same if he had given in to her back then.  It
wouldn't be like this.  Was she instantly in love?  No.  Not yet.  But
she might be there soon.

She ate on the morsels and then saw the clock.  "I need to get to
work!"

"Call in sick," he said pointing at the phone on her side.

"I can't.  Caller ID will show your house."  

It figures.  This place was run by the FBI after all.

"You're going to be late," he said matter-of-factly.  He fed her a
chunk of honeydew followed by a grape.

"I'm full," she finally said.  "Aren't you going to eat anything?

David got a look on his face.  He pulled the sheet all the way back
and then reached down and retrieved a bottle of honey off the floor.
He faked squirting it into his mouth.  .

"Lay on your back," he said.

"Spread you legs," he said

He went between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

He looked down at her shaved pussy.  He opened the honey and began to
drizzle it in the folds of her labia.  He did little circles of honey
on her clit.  He was careful not to get any inside her.

"Ah, breakfast," he said.  He capped the honey and dropped the bottle
to the floor with a thud.

Monday felt a little tickle as some of the honey dripped.

David dove into his breakfast honey pussy.  He licked up the honey in
her folds.  She moaned deeply as he deliberately ensured that he
sucked up every last drop of honey.  She orgasmed when he eagerly ate
up her clit.

"I love breakfast," he said.

"I do now," she replied.

He slid up and his dick entered her pussy for the second time within
12 hours.  He was slow and gentle and they moved together for twenty
minutes before she came and he came a few minutes later.

Around noon, she finally left.

"Stay for lunch?" he asked.

"I better not," she said with a smile.

"Just tell Tom, your supervisor, that you were able to bring David
Newsong out of his depression.  He is no longer a sad, unhappy man."

She thought about it.  It *was* a good excuse.

"A kiss goodbye?" he asked for.

She paused a moment.  "I better not or else I'll be back in bed with
you."

"Sounds like a good thing to me."

"See you at work tomorrow," she said.

Yes, she would tell Tom that she was helping out David Newsong.  She
was extremely late, so that was a very good excuse.


At work the next day, they kissed surreptitiously when no one was
looking.  

"Did you know, there's a little studio apartment through that door,"
David said, "And it has a bed."

"Oh, does it?" she said with a little laugh.

Basking in the afterglow of lunch time "festivities", David said,
"You know, it might be a good idea if the hidden cameras and
microphones were turned off in my house"

"How do you know about them?"

"The house was built by the FBI.  Of course, there are bugs."

"I'll talk to Lisa," she said.

"Good."  He now had privacy to test out the black dust.

***

At home, David coated a rock with the dust.  Before he went to work,
he  went to the grid and threw the rock at it.  It appeared to go
right through the grid!  He raced to the grid control building and
brought up the cameras in that section.  There it was!  It was through!
The black dust covered rock had escaped!  He zoomed in the camera and
his enthusiasm waned.  The rock had many cracks and fractures that
weren't there before.  He would be killed.

***

David and Monday spent at last five nights a week together but never
on Sunday.  They varied whose place they would go to.  Monday's place
had a spa and that was fun.  They also spent a couple of lunch breaks
a week in the adjacent studio room.  Well-Endowed Agent Brown
approached Monday one day, but she rebuffed him.  David heard her say
to him, "It's not the size, it's how well you use it.  And there's a
lot more to being together - like dinner and conversation."  A fair
amount of men of Timetown were disappointed that they had lost a 
promiscuous, easy lay.  No one could have imagined she'd become a 
one-man woman.

***

David secretly began to write computer programs where he could alter
the grid, but the main displays would show normal.  One time, Monday
expressed concern that he had turned off the grid alarm.  David had
moved grid cameras to leave an area uncovered and that violated the
parameters of the control grid.  This normally would set off the alarm.
David explained he was just doing a test.  Monday let him continue
with the promise of returning the grid settings to normal.  Before
they had become lovers, David knew she would have told him to set it
back right that instant.  Now, things were different.  He modified the
program to hide the camera positions and project fake images.

He altered a section of the grid so it was the thinnest it would go.
He threw a coated rock at the grid and it embedded into it. The grid
was even firmer than before.  He spent the next month altering the
grid and trying to get a rock to pass through unscathed.

***

Monday was over at his house.  She cooked dinner.  He wanted to
barbecue, but she insisted on cooking since it was his birthday.
After dinner, they went to the bedroom.  

"I have a surprise for you," she said.

"Oh, yeah?  I didn't see you carry anything in.  Is it something I've
had before."

"Nope.  Now get undressed, lay on the bed, and close your eyes."

"Aren't you getting undressed too?"

"You never mind," she said and gave him a playful spank on butt.  "The
birthday boy should just do what he is told."

David lay patiently.

"Surprise," she said softly.

He opened his eyes.  They looked at each other and then he saw her
lower her mouth over his dick.  His wife Mandy had not been into oral
sex.  Sometime she would take it into her mouth, but not very often.
He didn't care.  He preferred to be inside her pussy.

After Monday had attacked him with the attempted blowjob, he  had
heard thru the gossip mill that she didn't give very many blowjobs.
It showed him how desperate she was to have him that day.  Now, he was
freely accepting anything Monday was willing to give him.

"I love you," she said.

"I know," he responded with a pleased smile.  She returned to her oral
ministrations.  David understood that the fact that she chose to give
him a blowjob was a great expression of her deep caring and intimacy
for him.  He was scared to admit it, but Monday was in love with him.

"I'm coming," he warned her when he was close.

She put his dick deep into her mouth presumably to put his come into
the back of her throat and make it quicker to swallow.  It was a
strange sensation to David to feel her swallow with his dick in her
mouth.

Afterwards Monday licked his dick.  Not only did the action clean his
dick from any residual come, it also made him hard again.  That was
very apparent Monday's main intention.  Once he was solidly erect
again, she moved on top of him and penetrated her pussy with his dick.

They moved together.  At times he held Monday's breasts in his hands
as she bounced on him.  Other times, he pulled her closer and sucked
on her breasts.  As the culmination neared, his hands held her waist
and their movements were more forceful and powerful.  They came near
simultaneously.

"I love you," she expressed the depths of her heart to him.

He pulled her close and held her tight to his body

"Me too," he whispered a lie.

They rested quietly in afterglow, eyes closed, holding each other.

"Me too," he quietly repeated the lie.

***

David was in despair.  Each day he'd change some parameters on the
grid. The following morning before work, he'd throw a black dust coated
rock at the grid and then find it on a camera.  The rock would
invariably embed in the grid or be damaged passing through.  Nothing
showed hope he could survive if he went through the grid.  He'd have to
continue his charade with Monday a little longer.

***

He performed his morning ritual and tossed the rock.  He trudged back
to work with little enthusiasm and punched up the camera display of
the rock on his computer screen.  He glanced at the after dimensions
and structure of the rock.  His eyes grew wide. It matched!  His heart
began to race and he looked around to see if anybody could see what he
saw.  He saved the grid parameters so he could easily reset the grid
to this configuration.  On each of the next two days, he tested
another rock.  Each time the rock passed through the grid in the same
condition.  It was time to test grid pass-thru at another level.  

He took a pink plastic Easter egg and put a uncoated steel ball 
bearing inside it.  He glued the egg shut and put a wrap of tape 
around the opening.  He coated the egg in the black dust and in the
morning tossed it at the grid.  At work, he found the egg on the 
camera.  It was undamaged.  He was annoyed that he forgot to have the
computer insert an x-ray camera into the grid yesterday.  He punched 
in the commands to activate the special camera.  He verified that his
created programs masked from the main monitor screens that the x-ray
camera was coming online.   It would take an hour for the camera to
move into the position he needed.

He glanced over at Monday.  She caught his eye and gave him a big,
happy smile.  He still needed her to be distracted with him and not be
prying into what he was doing at work.  He stood up and walked over to
her.  He exchanged a quick kiss on the lips with her.

"Want to go camping this weekend?" he asked.

"Sure," she said.  It sounded like fun.  "Tonight?"

"Yes.  Is it too early for your lunch break?"

She glanced at the clock.  It was barely nine AM.

"Two lunches today?" he said.

After having sex with Monday, he returned to his computer and saw the
x-ray camera was in position.  He aimed it at the Easter egg, turned
it on, and waited for the data to appear on his screen.  He decided
to step outside for fresh air while he waited for the data to
download.  He gave Monday's butt a rub as he walked by her.  She gave
him a big smile.

Outside, he began to consider when to leave if the egg results were
good.  When would be the right time?  What conditions?  What
preparations did he need?  Should he go with nothing or should he try
to take some stuff with him?  So many questions that needed critical 
answers.

He slowly poured over the x-ray data.  Every result was coming back
perfectly!  The uncoated ball bearing was in perfect condition.  He
needed to be sure.  He double and triple checked the data.  He jumped
when Monday spoke.

"Sorry to scare you," she apologized with a laugh.  "What are you so
focused on?"

"Just looking outside through the cameras.  Same old stuff," he lied.

"Want to have a second lunch now?" she asked.

"Maybe we should save up our energy for camping."

"You always have plenty of energy," she responded.  "You should go to
lunch now."

"Yes, ma'am"

They headed to the room to make love again.

***

Monday met David at his house to go camping.  She suggested that he
take his covered wagon.  He just wanted to take a tent.

"You will be forced to be close to me," he said.

An old man from the next campsite over, came over and David learned
that the tent's material was thin when combined with the brightness
of the full moon.  The man said he was relaying his wife's complaint
that others could clearly see Monday bouncing on top of David in
sexual intercourse.  The shadows of Monday's breasts were very
evident and she was a bit "noisy".  David looked over at the other
campsite and noticed the man's old wife giving frequent glances over
at her husband.  No doubt she was making sure her husband did what
she asked.  The man reiterated his wife's complaint.  David noticed
the man was making it very evident *he* was not complaining.

David told Monday about next door.

"We're still going to make love tonight anyway, aren't we?" she asked.

"Yes.  We'll just wait until it is later and all the other campers are
asleep"

Late that night, David peeked his head out of the tent and told
Monday, "It's all clear."

"I want to do it doggy-style tonight," she said.

Unknown to David and Monday, an old man sat in a folding chair and
watched the shadow form of Monday with her two tits hanging down and
swaying during the motion of sex.  He saw, David behind her thrusting
forward and back while Monday thrust back at him also.  He extremely 
enjoyed the show and didn't tell his wife.

***

David began to research on the internet how life was in the 1880s.
He must have printed out a ream of paper on the topic.  He also 
requested and read many books on how people lived in those days

Filled with information, David began to convert his covered wagon into
more of a prairie schooner.  He added many, many secret compartments,
so he could carry way more than a normal wagon could hold.  Most
importantly he motorized the wagon, so he could drive it.  He knew his
horses couldn't pull his modified wagon when fully loaded, but he
needed the horses to show the appearance of pulling.  He added a small
quiet electric engine.  He connected it to drive the wheels and
installed a steering mechanism.   He even included a remote to drive
it while walking beside it.    He added struts for off-road suspension,
since everything in 1879 was off-road.  He hid everything modern
looking within wood framing, so while the wagon looked more rugged and
was built more solid, it still looked authentic enough for the time.
He read the problem the settlers had with rivers and so he customized
areas that could help the wagon float.  He had forgotten that there
would be few bridges.  Lastly he began to coat the entire wagon in the
black dust.  He made sure the wagon stayed in his garage, as any rain
storm would wash off the dust.  Plus, it might look a little
suspicious to be turning his wagon black. 

He began to order things he might need.  He obtained additional
propane cooking units for camping.  He began to hide wood and PVC
pipes in the wagon.  He acquired cordless power tools.  He knew his
power tools would only last so long and would be no good once they
were drained, but it would give him a quick start on building a home
or shelter or whatever.  Of course, he included regular tools for when
such devices as the power screwdriver were drained of energy.  Soon
the only thing to wait for was the right timing.

***

During the months David was converting his wagon, he still had to keep
a regular work schedule and still keep Monday "distracted".  While
David was learning about life in the 1880's, Monday was spending extra
time on the internet and reading magazines also.  She was perusing
wedding websites and bridal magazines.  Her attachment to David was
complete and with her 26th birthday soon, her expectations were high.
 
David left work early to prepare Monday's home for her birthday.
Twenty-six red roses awaited her along with grilled chicken and fish
and assorted side dishes.  Soft candles lit the dinner table.  A 
perfectly romantic evening.

The conversation was overly-sweet pleasantries.

They retired to her den and lightly petted and caressed.

"I have something for you," he said.

"You do?"   She could hardly contain her excitement.

He pulled a jewelry box out of his pocket.  

A jewelry box!  Monday's heart leaped.  Visions rapidly danced thru
her head of being dressed in white.  Ten different wedding dresses
flashed in her eyes. She trembled as she took the box.

Earrings.

"They're beautiful," she said with faked enthusiasm.  The earrings
*were* beautiful, but at this moment the plainest engagement ring
would be the most beautiful thing in the world.

Later during sex, David noted her unresponsiveness and stopped in the
middle of their activity.

"Are you okay?" he asked

"I was just hoping to hear some news today and I haven't," she said in
half-truth.

"Family?"

"Just hold me and make love to me," she answered.   Tonight was the
first time she didn't orgasm during sex with David.

After he left that night, she cried.  She remembered the time David
gave her that speech about respect for his wife, kids, and God too.
Marriage was important to him.  For the first time in Monday's life,
love was more than just sex.  She hadn't intended for that to happen,
but it did.  And David acted like he loved her.  But did he?  Maybe
it was just an act?  Maybe he was no different than any other man
after all and all he wanted to do was get between her legs and
deposit his sperm.  Certainly, he knew he didn't need to go to any
extra effort just to fuck her?  He could have just asked her straight 
up.  David knew that's how most relationships work in Timetown.  So he
*did* love her!   He did!  Yet when had she heard him say, "I love
you"?  Just a couple of times?   David/Ryan had said, "I love you" to
his wife Amy/Mandy all the time.

The ringing phone broke her out of her despair.  It was David showing
concern, showing he loved her.

"I'll be fine," she said as their short conversation wrapped up.
"Thank you for caring about me.  Sorry, I wasn't more fun tonight."

	She listened to his response.

	"I love you," she said.

	She heard him say "Me too"

	"I love you," she repeated.

	"Me too," he responded again.

	"I love you," she said a third time.

	"I love you, too," he finally said.

	She hung up.

Did he love her or did he just like to make love to her?  Was he just
using her?  She would find out if he was interested in marriage.  This
was the twenty-first century after all.  She didn't have to wait for
him.  She would ask him.

***

The weekend was the town's Christmas in July festival.  Monday was
surprised to have a knock on her door at 7 am Saturday morning.  She
opened the door to David dressed as Santa.

"Ho!  Ho!  Ho!" he said, stepping inside.  "Have you been a good girl
or a bad girl?"

"Doesn't Santa use the chimney?" she teased.

"Santa is borrowing the suit and must bring it back in good
condition."

"Well, just to let Santa know, I have been a *very* good girl," she
said very seductively and sensually.  Does Santa have something for
*my* chimney?"

"Ummm...." he wasn't as good at playing the game.

"You look too hot in that suit, Santa.  Let me help you take it off?"
She got down on her knees before him and pulled down his pants and
undershorts.  His erect cock appeared.

"Why, Santa," she said.  "Is that for me?  That looks perfect for my
chimney."

They made love right there on the carpeted entryway.  They went to
her bedroom and made love a couple more times.

"You wear Santa out," he said out of breath.

"I told you I was a *very* good girl."  She rolled on top on him.
"I love you."

He smiled back at her.

"When are you going to ask me to marry you?" she asked.

He felt panic shoot through him

"Will you marry me?" she said.

He didn't respond right away.  And after the joy of multiple unions
today, it added to the awkward moment.

"Monday," he said, choosing his words carefully.  "I think a man and
woman should date a while before they get married."

"It's been almost a year."

"I think two years is better."

"You liar!" she screamed as she sat up on him.  He grimaced as a
testicle was inadvertently squeezed.  "You were engaged to Mandy
within six months and married just six months later!  You married just
over a year after meeting her!"

"Monday..." he said trying to calm her done.  She had down her
homework.

She got off the bed and stood up.  "Shut up!  Shut up!  Get the hell
out of here" she yelled and pointed at the door.

"Monday..."

"Shut the fuck up!  If you say one more word, I will make your life
so miserable."

David complied and slinked out of her bedroom, got dressed and left.

He shook as he drove home.  Had he just blown his opportunity to
escape?  The weather forecast looked like the time to go was near.

***

Work was now wretched for David.  Many people came up to him and
pleaded for him to make up or fix whatever he did wrong because Monday
was making everybody's life miserable.  She was now always demanding
to know what he was doing.  He couldn't get anything done.  Nor did he
dare work on his secret programs.

David knew it would hurt Monday even more when he left, but he had to
do what he had to do.  He prayed to God for forgiveness.  So just a
week after the blow up with Monday, he went to her home.

"What do you want?" she growled when she opened her front door.

"I'd like to talk."

"It's too late for that."

"Monday, can I please come in and talk.  At any time, you can throw me
out."

She looked at him.

"Please?" he added.

They sat on the couch but at opposite ends.

She spoke before he did.

"You really hurt me, David.  Hurt me deep.  I thought you were
different.  I loved you."  She started to cry.

"I'm sorry, Monday."  He wanted to hold her in him arms and comfort
her.  "I was scared.  I never thought I could love again.  I thought I
was betraying Mandy.  Yet, I was so unfair to you."

He moved forward on the couch and wiped the tears from her eyes.  He
then held her hands in his,

"You gave me life again," he said.  "I wanted to die but you showed me
I could love again."

He dropped to his knees before her.

"Monday Morse," he said as he pulled out a ring from his pocket.
"Would you honor me by being my wife?"

She saw the solitaire diamond ring in his hand.  She trembled as he
slipped the ring on her finger.  She sobbed with joy. "Yes," she said.
Her face was a river.

They enjoyed their first time of intimacy as an engaged couple.  For
Monday, the feeling of his hard cock inside her was the most precious
sensation.  She experienced the most complete orgasm ever.

Guilt pangs wracked and interrupted David's sleep that night.  He just
exponentially increased the devastation he would cause Monday when he
left.  He had to leave.  He did *not* love Monday.  She wasn't a tenth
the woman Mandy had been to him.  David started to move some of his
possessions to her place that week to further his deception.

She was livable with at work again.  It always felt awkward when
someone congratulated him on his engagement.  David did feel sorry for
her, but not enough to stay.

***

A week later the time was right.  David finished loading the wagon as
a week of calm weather approached.   He was so happy, so ecstatic.  He
loaded the wagon with food, some semi-authentic to the times and other
more ready-to-eat.  He added clothes for all seasons along with
blankets.  Fishing rods, rifles, and pistols for hunting and
protection.  He added material to make screens for windows.  He didn't
exactly *have*  to live like everyone else with flies and bugs.  He 
put his wife's jewelry in the wagon.  He would sell all of it for
money except for her wedding ring.  Lastly, he brought his family
Bible.  He would need that comfort on his lonely journey.

Over the last two days, he coated his horses.  On the night he
attempted to escape, he retouched the dust around the horses' mouths
where drinking had washed some dust off.  He quietly pulled away from
his home and headed toward the grid opening.  Only the soft sounds of
the motor were heard and it blended in with the sounds of summer air 
conditioners.  When the wagon went off-road, he stopped every so often
and used a broom to obscure the wheel tracks.  Finally, he reached 
the grid.  He put black dust covered goggles over the horses' eyes 
which blinded the animals.  David planned to be inside the coated 
wagon went it went through the grid which should be protection enough
for him, but he coated himself with the black dust anyway and put on 
some goggles that matched the horses'.  He drove the wagon forward. 
The horses advanced.

He slowly counted to sixty.  He briefly felt a chill like he was just
dipped into a cool bath.  He continued his count.  Sixty!  He stopped
the wagon and that forced the horses to halt.   If the horses were
still there.   He took off his goggles and peeked his head out.  The
horses were there and remarkably calm.  He stepped out of the wagon.
The wagon was intact.  Behind him, there was just a hill.  The Grid!
He literally jumped for joy.

He fell to his knees and cried out, "Thank you!  Thank you!"  He knew
there were no cameras recording his celebration.  He kept the
celebration short.  He took the horses' goggles off to restore their
vision and headed into the wilderness.  Into freedom!

***

Monday called David's house from work when he didn't show up.  Maybe
he was sick.  There was no answer.  After work, she went to his home
and saw the horses and wagon were gone.  Did he go camping without
her?

He wasn't back the next day or the next, so with concern, she talked
to her supervisor.

"You two have been so tight, I didn't think you ever spent more than
eight hours apart," he said.

"I've checked all the camping areas, sir" she said, "and he hasn't
been seen.  Plus his wagon is missing and his horses.  I have reviewed
the internal surveillance camera data and he doesn't show up on
anything."

"Well, he's here somewhere, Agent Morse," he said.  "He can't just
walk through the grid!"

"Yes, sir,"

The grid.  David spent a lot of time running grid experiments.  Did he
discover something?  Just what was he running?  She logged into his
area of files.  She didn't see much but then noticed he had several
hidden and encrypted files.  She ran a cracking program and was into
his files.  David was faking the monitor displays to what purpose?
She looked through the data.  The setting for the grid was different
in a particular section.  She then found the opening, the gap of
uncovered surveillance by the cameras.  What was he hiding?  She drove
to the grid where the camera gap was.  Right before the grid were
tracks that matched a wooden wagon.  She walked away from the grid and
looked at the ground.  The tracks were swept away she deduced.  She
pressed her hand against the grid but it held firm.

He had escaped!  Somehow he was gone.

She sat down on the dirt and cried.

"Oh, David" she said.  "If only you knew what I found out the day
before you left, maybe you would have stayed!"

Every night Monday cried her self to sleep and every morning she awoke
determined to figure out how David escaped.  She kept to her self and
lived celibate.

***

David headed north toward Minnesota.  The journey was fairly
uneventful beyond the second day.  On that day, a couple of would be
bandits confronted him in the morning.

"What's a nigger doing with a wagon like this?" the first man said
waving a gun at David who was sitting on the wagon seat.

"Sure is a strange looking nigger," the second one said.

At first, David wasn't sure who they were talking about, but then he
realized he was still coated in black dust.

"What do you want?" David asked.

"Why is every part of the wagon nigger-colored?" said the second man.

"You steal it?" the first said.

"It's mine, now go away."

"I don't think so.  We're taking it," said the second man "Git on
down."

David moved as if he was going to get down.  He reached an arm just
inside the canvas.  He pulled out his semi-automatic pistol and
quickly shot them both.

"Everybody is made in God's image!" he told the two corpses.

He didn't like how easily he killed the two men and he may have just
disrupted the future, but he didn't spend a year trying to escape to
be short-circuited in two days.


David passed through towns and he sold off a piece or two of his
wife's jewelry.  The buyer would always comment on how he'd never seen
anything like it before.  David accumulated a tidy sum of money.
Since his schooner was motorized, he could travel much farther than
the 12 to 20 miles a day that settlers traveled.  Plus, the floatation
worked perfectly and the rivers were no problem to cross.

***

David stop traveling when he reached a little town called Green River.
The name was not from the color of the water but the lusciousness of
vegetation around it.  The prime "waterfront" property was taken, but
he wanted to be on the edge of town anyway.  He had brought some
modern ideas with him to get water without having to rely on a well.

He lived in his schooner until he had built his log cabin.  Working
alone, the project took about a week.  Since he was away from the rest
of the town residents, it allowed him to use his power tools freely.
He saw what the other houses looked like and did his best to make his
look similar.  He did add some window screens to keep bugs out and
brought modern day sealants to eliminate drafts.  Another modern
feature was laminate tile he rolled out over the floor.  He didn't
want to constantly sweep out his house.  He went into town and hired
some men to help build the fireplace and to dig his well.  He got a
couple of strange looks when he chose to hire a couple of black men.
The men were grateful for his generous pay.

As in any small town, word soon got around that someone new was in
town.  His first visitor was a young girl with a basket.  She was
thirteen.  She met him near the ladder as he worked on building a barn.

"Hello, I'm Esther Byrd.  My mama made some bread for you to welcome
you to the neighborhood."

He took the basket.  "Tell your mama, 'Thank you'."

"You can tell her yourself if you want.  You're also invited over for
dinner."

"I'll have to take a raincheck."

"Raincheck?"

"Do it another time?"

"Okay.  What's your name?" she asked.

"Sanders," he instinctively replied and then caught himself. "Daniel
Sanders."  He just decided it.

"So you by yourself?" she asked

"I don't have any workers today."

"No, I was meaning, are you married?"  She looked around.

He paused and thought about Mandy.

"No," he said.

"So what made you move out here?"

She was one for questions, he thought.  He waiting for her to head
back home, so he could continue to work.  Fortunately, no power tools
were in sight.

"Can I see your house?"  She headed off that way before he  could stop
her.  She opened the front door and stopped.  "What is that?"  She
pointed down.

The newly named Daniel Sanders slipped in front of Esther before she
had the impulse to enter the house.  "That's a special floor covering.
Now Esther, you cannot tell people I have it."

"Why not?"

A predictable response.

"I have a lot of things other people do not have.  It is better that
others do not know.  You will need to trust me and keep it our secret."

"I trust you, Daniel," she said.

Something about the way she said that made him think she did trust him
and would not tell.

"I'll see you later, okay?" he said, subtly nudging her to leave.

"Okay."

"Thank you again, Esther," he said as she started to leave.  "You are
my very first friend in Green River."

She gave him a big smile.  His flattery had worked.

Esther was a spunky, bold girl, he reflected.  Her looks had
similarities to his daughter Zarah.

***

After a month, Daniel felt fairly settled in to his new homestead.  On
the outside, his home and barn looked like any other.  On the inside,
he had brought some modern items to make it much more comfortable. He
wanted more protection from the elements than the typical settler had
in this day and age.

He immediately made friends with the owner of the general store as he
ordered a plow on their first meeting.  The owner was happy to have an
expensive sale.  Plowing was hard work, but Daniel got it done.  It
was already late-summer so the growing season was almost over.  He'd
grow a few things before winter came and become a real farmer next
spring.  He ran pipes from the river and set up an irrigation system
and running water into his house.  He didn't think of it as an
advantage over others.  He was doing his for himself.


The girl, Esther Byrd, appeared every few days.  She'd ask him about
coming over for dinner, but he thought she was coming over just
because she was curious about him.  He had to admit he enjoyed when
she came over.  She was a very nice friendly girl.

He did make the mistake of offering her a drink out of a plastic cup.
It was one more thing to start her asking questions.

"Remember, I have things you cannot talk about," he reminded her.

"I was not going to tell," she replied.  "I just like to know things."

Esther was always full of questions.


"So why do you not go to church?" she asked one time while they sat
together on his porch.  Most houses around did not have a porch.

"I just want to get everything set up and livable," he said.

"So you will go to church then?"

"Yes.  Church is very important to me.  How is church here?"

"It's okay," she shrugged.  "I don't understand much.  I just know I
should go."

"Maybe I can teach you some things," he said.  Perhaps he could be a
witness to this future woman and help her know the things of God.

"Really?"  She definitely had an obvious learning personality.  He
liked that.

"Hold on a second."  He stepped into his home and came out with his
Bible.

The fact that it was in a Bible cover itself was interesting to Esther.
The binding and the burgundy leather cover were all something she'd
never seen either.

"You even have your own special Bible!" she said in awe.

"I just bought it somewhere else," he replied.  He opened it.  "Can
you read?"  He thought many people could but he knew many people were
illiterate and sometimes fathers cared little if their daughters were
educated.

"Oh, yes." she said with excitement.

He handed her the Bible.  "Why don't you read John 3:16?"

She read the scripture to herself and a worried look crossed her
face.

"The preacher tells us to beware of false gospels," she told him
sternly.

Such a bold young lady, he thought.  Nothing frightens you on whether
you should say something or do something.  "What do you mean?" he
asked.

"I don't see any 'Thees' or 'Thous' or 'Shalts'.

Daniel's Bible was the most popular modern English translation.  He
realized it would not be printed for another eighty years.  Esther was
used to the difficult to read King James translation.

"It's the same Bible," he replied.  Her face said she was not sure
about that.  "It just has the 'Thees' and 'Thous' changed to words
people speak.  I haven't heard you say 'Thou'.  Do you say 'thou'
much?"

"No," she said, with a little laugh.

"Neither do I.  So why should God's word?"

Daniel saw her mind processing it and agreeing.

"Now, you can't tell anyone about this either," he said.

"Not even this?"

"Not even this.  I am sorry.  If this is too much for you, maybe you
should not come around here."

"I can keep it a secret."

"Good.  I like when you come around here."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do."

***

Daniel finally accepted an invitation to dinner with the Byrd family.
He was surprised Esther greeted him with a hug.  As typical of this
era, Esther was a part of a large family.  Samuel and Rachel Byrd had
7 children.  Esther told him everything about them before dinner was
ready.  Jonathan was the oldest at seventeen.  He moved to Chicago.
She said they do not like to talk about him.  Daniel wondered if
Jonathan lived a life his parents didn't approve of, but he didn't
ask.   Her sister Ruth was there with her husband Thomas.  Ruth was 
only fifteen and her husband was forty-five, the same age as her 
father.  Samuel and Thomas were good friends.  Ruth had two children.
Daniel had not thought about marriage occurring at such a young age
in these times.  Seeing Esther's mother Rachel emphasized that point
to Daniel even more.  Rachel was thirty-two years old.  Two years
younger than Daniel.  She already had seven children, her oldest was
seventeen and she was young enough that she would likely have three 
or four more children.  Samuel and Rachel married when he was
twenty-six and she was thirteen.  Esther's older sister married when
she was twelve.  Since Daniel was a man from a different time, the
young marriages seemed a little creepy to him.  Esther, he knew, was 
thirteen.  Next were her sister Hannah, age eleven, brother Peter, age
ten, and twins, David and Daniel, age nine.  Daniel revaluated his
thoughts of Rachel having more children.  If it had been nine years
since her last children, it seemed likely infertility was now present
in either her or Samuel.

Samuel asked him why he was not married.

He replied this time that he was a widower.  His wife and children had
been killed.  Esther looked surprised as if he should have told her.

"There are many lovely women in this area," Rachel told him.  "Isn't
there, Esther?"

"Yes, Mama." she replied.

"A man needs a woman," Samuel replied.

Not always, Daniel thought.

After dinner, the conversation was awkward.  Samuel talked about
finding a good, hardworking man for Esther.  Daniel stayed quiet and 
pretended to be interested.  It was apparent Samuel liked to talk.

Daniel's interest in the conversation perked up when Samuel said,  "If
sometime you are interested in courting Esther, I approve.  You seem
to be an honest and responsible man.  Most importantly, you are a God
fearing man.  Esther told me how you can say Scripture without needing
to look it up.  I know you are a man who would take good care of her
and treat her properly.

"Thank you," was all Daniel could think to say.  He was rendered
speechless.

As Daniel left and started to walk home, Esther ran and caught up with
him.

"Papa said he gave you permission to court me!" She was ecstatic.

"I did not say I would do it."  The remark instantly burst her bubble.

"Why not?"  The change from big smile to sad face was rapid.

"You are only thirteen."

"I know.  I will be fourteen next year.   I am getting old."

"No.  You are too young to get married."

"My sister was twelve when she was married.  Mama was thirteen.  My
friend Mary was thirteen when she got married.  She married some real
old, old guy.  Not like you."

"I am thirty-four.  I am older than your Mama."

"That is not that old.  You look young."

"Thank you, but I am not ready for marriage.  I do not know if I ever
will want to marry again."

*** 

The conversation did not stop Esther from coming around.  She'd walk
over to his place two or three times a week.  He taught her things
about God plus they would just talk about this and that.  Daniel did
find it valuable to talk to her.  He learned more and more what it was
like to live in 1880.  She'd often sit with him at church or if they
saw each other at the store, she'd come over.  He would ask her to
dance at the town picnics.  He enjoyed her company.  Her Papa though
was not as friendly the next few times they met.

***

Three months had passed since David left.  Monday Morse was losing
her determination that she would ever find out how he escaped.  She
had no idea how she would find him.

The rains had returned to Iowa and the visibility on the grid cameras
was poor.  She listlessly looked at the screen.  She felt unmotivated
at her job.  The dirt splattered in the rain and the rocks bounced off
the rain.  Something on the screen got her attention and she became
curious.  Something pink embedded in a black rock.  As the rain
continued, the area of pink grew.  That's an Easter egg!  She zoomed
in on the egg.  It's coated with dust from the generators.  Why?
Wait!  She had discovered several bags of the dust at David's home.
Joy returned to her sorrowed life.  She wrote a program that would
reset the grid to normal parameters and then erase all of the special
grid and camera programs and files that David Newsong had created.
She then created another simple program to delete the eraser program.
All someone would find is a program that erased another program.  Not
that anyone would look for it.  She was close to finding his secret.
She could feel it.

***

Daniel was at the river fishing.  He fished away from other people
because no one had seen a fishing rod or lures like he had.  He was a
very successful fisherman.

As he started to walk back home, he heard some frolicking in the river
and went to take a peek.  In the river playing were Esther, Hannah,
Peter, and the twins David and  Daniel.  It did not go unnoticed that
the boys' names were the same as his last two first names.  Hopefully
Daniel Sanders would be his final name.  

The children were in a recessed area of the river that made it more
friendly for swimming and playing.  He noticed the two girls were
topless with their brothers.  Hannah was slightly beyond budding
breasts.  Esther's breasts were already a decent size for a thirteen
year old.  He had not noticed that about her from the clothing she
wore.  Daniel had noticed that Esther's mama was amply breasted.  He
was a man after all.  With Esther's current size at age thirteen, he
guessed she might even have fuller breasts than Mama when she stopped
growing in a few years.

He leaned forward a little and his foot slipped and he came crashing
down on his butt.

"Who's there?" Esther yelled out.  The girls instantly covered up and
sank neck deep into the water.

"Just me," he said feeling embarrassed as he stood up.

"What are you doing here?" Esther said.  "Can't you see there are
women here?"

"I just heard something and wanted to see what was going on.  I didn't
mean to intrude."

"You seen enough.  Get outta here!"

As he walked back home with his bucket of fish, he couldn't get the
image of a topless Esther out of his head.  He mentally kicked himself
for being a pervert.  He was even slightly aroused.  At home, he took
out a picture of Mandy.  His heart yearned for her.  He wished he
could be with her.  She was gone forever.  Dead, yet not even born yet.

He dreamed of Mandy.  He sucked on her full breasts.  He held them in
his hands.  Caressed them.  Massaged them.  He pulled on her nipples
with his lips and then took as much of her breasts individually into
his mouth as he could.  He pelted kisses on her breasts and within her
cleavage.  Mandy moaned louder and louder as he continued to enjoy her
body.  He looked into her face.  The face was Esther's.

He woke up in a cold sweat.  I am going crazy, he told himself.  I am
literally going mad.  He opened his Bible and received comfort from
reading.

He pretended not to be home when Esther came around to his door.  The
times when he did run into her, he kept the conversation short or said
few words.

He regretted the betrayal of his marriage by being sexually intimate
with Monday.  The rest of his life, however long that was, would be
lived faithful to his wife.  

***

In a couple of weeks, his relationship with Esther returned to how it
was before.  At least he thought it was normal.  He overheard her
father scolding her.

"Stop wasting time with Daniel.  He is not going to marry you.  Mr.
Allen's wife died last month.  He would be the perfect husband for
you."

"But he's old, Papa."

"He will take care of you.  You will be fourteen next year.  You
should already be married."

"Papa!"

Daniel stepped forward to provide an interruption to the conversation.
"Hello, Esther! Afternoon, Mr. Byrd."

"Daniel!" said Esther.

"What do you think of Esther?" Samuel asked.

"She is a good friend.  I am glad I have her in my life."

"Hmmmph!"  Samuel trodded off.

"Thank you," sighed Esther.

"Your welcome." replied Daniel.

"Looks like Papa has a husband for me," she said resigned.

"You should marry only who you decide."

"What choice do I have?  Are you going to court me?"

"No," he said flatly.

"Mr. Allen's two boys are almost as old as me.  How am I gonna be
their Mama?  And I hear he is going to move away.  Plus his other two
wives never got out of the house.

She'd be his third wife?  Daniel could not understand the times.  Why
give your young daughter to an old man?  But that was wrong thinking,
wasn't it?  A thirteen year old girl in this time was a woman, not a
girl.  Even though she was still growing, once puberty started you
were a woman.  You could bear children to help care for the farm.
This was how life  was.  Girls...no...young women married at this age.
Daniel wanted to help her but what could he do.  It was the way things
were.  

He dreamed of Esther that night.  It wasn't sexual this time.  Esther
was on a modern day bus.  Daniel was chasing after the bus, but he
could never quite reach her.  Her face was in the rear window and
beckoning to him.  He ran faster, but he still could not catch up.  An
old man's face appeared in the window.  He didn't recognize the man.
The man pulled her back and out of sight.  He ran even harder but then
the bus sped up and was soon out of sight.

He woke up panting and out of breath.  His heart ached...hard.  His
heart had not hurt this bad, since Mandy's death.  He knew what it was
he felt.  He knew what to do.  And he knew it was the right thing to do
and it was a moral thing to do in the year of 1880.  There was no
reason to feel guilt over it.

***

He knocked on the door to the Byrd family.  Hannah opened it.

"Is your Papa and Esther here?"

Hannah said nothing but stepped aside.  He entered.

"No!" he heard Esther shriek.  "No, Papa!  No!"

"You will do as you are told," he yelled back.  "I will offer you to
Carlton Allen tomorrow."

She started to shriek again, but he interrupted.  "If you do not be
quiet, I will get the switch.  Do not think you are too old for the
switch, cuz you ain't."

"Hello?" Daniel said hesitantly.

Two sets of eyes turned toward him.  One set was drowned in tears, the
other set burned with fire.

"What do you want?" Samuel spat out.

"I would like to talk to you and Esther."

"Later, Daniel.  Please," Esther said quietly.

"I need to talk to you both," Daniel said.

"Come back, later," said Samuel.  He looked back at Esther with
readiness to resume his anger.

"This is important," Daniel insisted.

Samuel turned back to snarl some words at him, but Daniel continued to
speak.

"I would like to court Esther, sir."

Samuel's mouth hung open.  Esther's bleary eyes had a new spark in
them.

"With your permission, sir and with Esther's acceptance of me.  I
would like to court your daughter with the intention of marriage
within a month."

A giant smile appeared on Esther's face.  Her "beaten down" appearance
disappeared.  She stood up a little straighter.

"Well, now..." said Samuel calmly with a smirk on his face.  He liked
the feeling of  being in control.

Daniel kept talking.  "You have not yet approached Mr. Carlton Allen
with the idea of Miss Esther Byrd.  I know as her father, you are
looking out for what is best for your daughter and it would be a favor
to Mr. Allen.  Is it better to give Esther to an old man who has run
two wives into an early grave and is himself likely to die in five
years or is it better to allow me to marry her?  I am still fairly
young and I will treat my wife very well."

Samuel said nothing.  Daniel held the right cards.

Daniel continued, "I don't think you really want to give Esther to Mr.
Allen, Mr. Byrd.  He will find another to marry.  Hannah is still too
young so you won't have to worry about her either."

He noticed Rachel, Esther's mama.  She was beaming.

Daniel made sense, thought Samuel.  He had control of this situation.
He had to give him credit.  "I told you that you could court her when
we first met."

"Yes," said Daniel.  "I could not admit to myself that I loved Esther
until I was faced her being gone in my life.  There is good that came
out of your marriage plans for Esther.  It forced me to know how much
I care for your daughter.  So, I would like to, as a foolish humble
man, have permission to marry Esther.  Please?"  He  squeaked out the
last word.
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"Yes.  You may marry Esther," he said with a proud smile.

Esther's mama screamed and hugged her daughter.  Esther's face was
covered in tears.  The previous stream of sad tears, now replaced with
tears of joy.  Daniel saw a glimpse in Esther's face of the full woman
she would one day be.  Plus, he noticed Rachel.  Rachel was a
beautiful woman and in another time and space, he would have been
interested in her.

"Esther," he said, "May I have the honor of your company for a picnic
lunch?"

"Yes!" she said enthusiastically.  Her smile and her eyes said she
loved him.

"I will return for you just before noon."

***

Daniel picked Esther up in the wagon.  After the barn was built, he
put the wagon in it and secretly stripped it down and made it smaller
so only one of his two horses could easily pull it..  He took off the
canvas cover and covered part of his house roof with it.  It was a
standard carry wagon now.  Samuel was already in town telling everybody
that his daughter was getting married.

He drove the wagon toward the creek.  He pulled off the side of the
road and led her toward a flat area that overlooked the river.  He
laid out a blanket. A blanket of a quality that she had never seen.
He pulled out food from the basket and spread it out.  He was eating
much like everybody else did now.  He had a vegetable garden and
had planted fruit trees.  He hunted and fished.  Meat was scarce in
meals.  He knew which wild berries were edible.  He dried his
vegetables for preservation.  He was a man of the 1880s.  He soon
would have to resort to a straight razor to shave as his razor blades
were becoming dull.  For this special picnic, he opened some can and
dry foods that would not be made for a hundred plus years later.  He
had tuna, relish, party Chex Mix, Keebler chocolate chip cookies, and
some rolls.  To drink, he had apple juice.

Esther loved all the new flavors especially the cookies.  Daniel was
changed.  He saw Esther as his young bride-to-be.  His heart and mind
lived in 1880 now.  She was no longer an underage girl or "jailbait".
Those were words that had no meaning to him anymore.  She was his
future wife and she may only be thirteen, but that was how life was in
this day.  This was his life.  Only Daniel Sanders, Settler existed.

Daniel packed up the remains in the basket.  He pulled a wrapped piece
of cloth out of the basket and set it in his lap.  He sat cross-legged
facing her.  He took her hands in his.

"Esther Byrd," he said.  His tone was serious and respectful.  "Will
you marry me?"

She suddenly seemed all bashful.  "You know my father said it was okay."

"I am not marrying your father."  Esther smiled.  "It is what you want
that is important to me.  Do you want to marry me?"

"Yes," she said with a big smile.

Daniel leaned in to kiss her.

"Hey," she said swatting his back.  "We're not married yet."

Daniel was bewildered.  No kissing before the wedding?  There were
still a couple of parts of him that were a twenty-first century man.

"Would you like to see the wedding ring I have for you?"

"I get a ring!" she said in shock.

Daniel reflected for a moment.  Rachel did not have a ring.  Neither
did her older sister Ruth.  In fact, very few married women wore a
wedding ring around here.  Most couples could not afford wedding
rings.

He pulled out a ring, a ring that once Mandy wore.  He couldn't get
the ring resized anywhere but in a few years is would fit Esther
better.  He pulled out a gold chain necklace he originally planned
to sell sometime.

"You can wear it around your neck until it fits you better."

He slipped the ring on the necklace and fastened it around her neck.
The ring slipped into her cleavage.  He stared a little long at her
cleavage.  He thought about the future when he would be able to enjoy
her breasts.  

Esther pulled the ring up and looked at it.  "It's beautiful."  She
began to cry again in joy.

"And this is the ring I will wear," he said as he pulled his original
wedding ring out, "that will symbolize forever my bond to you."

She cried more.

"I love you, Esther!"

"I love you. Daniel."  And again she cried.

Daniel knew he could put up with a weepy female for one day.
	
***

Just over three week later, the town had a big party and most of the
men got drunk, as the Reverend joined a man and woman in holy matrimony
and they became Daniel and Esther Sanders.  He eagerly wanted to go
home and make love to his new bride, but the partygoers demanded the
couples' attention and they dare not refuse or risk the fear of
reprisal that revelers would later interrupt a new couples' first
joining.

It was not until late that night that the couple was finally able to
traverse home.  Traveling in the wagon in the dark, Esther fell asleep
leaning against his shoulder.  He carried her in to their home and
laid her on his bed.  The bed was just a hard wooden frame.  No
mattresses.  Yet, he arrived in Green River with many warm blankets,
so the bed was comfortable enough.  He left her dressed and covered
her with the blankets.  He slipped into bed fully clothed also.  He
badly wanted to be naked, but he was uncertain of her knowledge about
sexual relations.  He did not want to scare her.  This was the hardest
and biggest his erection had felt since his first wedding night.

He awoke before Esther.  He quietly undressed and put on a heavy terry
cloth robe.  Another sight she never would have seen before.  He knew
she would enjoy some of the modern conveniences he brought with him.
He wished he had brought some of Mandy's clothes for Esther to wear
when she was older, but when he left Timetown he had no thought of
ever marrying again.  Now his life was truly started over.  He also
knew that since there was no such thing as birth control, Esther would
one day become pregnant and he would again become a father.  That was
a future day to look forward to.

He made biscuits on the 1880s stove he purchased.  He started the
fireplace.  He had spent hours chopping firewood.  Winter was just
around the corner.  The firewood would be important for the fireplace.
His house was *much* better insulated than others, but Minnesota
winter still was very cold.

Daniel waited as long as he could but it was nine o'clock and she was
still sleeping away.  He knew she was tired from the late night, but
his loins ached.  He *needed* to make love to his wife.  He softly
rocked her.

"Wakey, wakey," he said gently.

She stirred and her eyes fluttered open.  She looked momentarily
disoriented.  She was waking up in a strange bed in a strange house
after all.  She saw Daniel and smiled.

"Good morning, Mrs. Sanders.  A biscuit?"  He showed her it.

She liked the sound of her name.  She sat up in bed and was surprised
to see herself still in her wedding clothes.

"You fell asleep on the ride home."

She took a biscuit.  "I am sorry."

"You were tired.  I was simply happy that I got to bring you home here
instead of to your Papa's home"

He always had the right words to say, she thought.

She bit into the biscuit.  It was not very good.  "I should have
cooked for you."

"You are my wife not my servant.  If you cook, do it out of love and
not because you think I want you to."

He sat up on the bed next to her.  He lightly placed a hand on her
dress at her leg.  He was amazed that he actually felt very nervous.
"What do you know..."   How should he say it?  Should he be direct or
not?   "...about a husband and wife being physically together...
sexually."  Could he say sexually?

"I've seen my Mama and Papa do it.  My Mama talked to me about it a
little last week."

Well, that was good, he thought.  I guess in these small cabins, the
kids can't help but see the parents go at.  It seemed disturbing, but
again that was life in this day.

"Do you want to do it now?" she asked.

"Yes.  Don't you?"

"Yes.  I am sort of scared."

"I will be gentle."

She smiled.  "I know you will"

He took the biscuit from her and leaned in and kissed her lips.  He
kissed her cheek and along her jawline.    He recognized subtle
arousal in her and he returned to her lips.  She responded to his
kisses this time by kissing back.

Esther let Daniel undress her.  He laid naked on top of her naked
body.  He was between her open legs and he kissed and sucked on
her breasts.  His body was slowly sliding down hers.  He began to kiss
under her breasts and lower cleavage and further worked his way south
onto her belly.

Esther's pubic hair was half filled in.  Mostly just below her mons
was covered.  Her vulva was sparsely covered and the hair was still
soft.  It would be another couple of years before her pubic hair was
full.  His lips nuzzled her little clitoris.  As he continued, her
breathing became shorter.

Daniel stopped and looked up at her.  "How are you doing?"

"It feels very good," she said.

He resumed tenderly playing with her clit.  As her clit continued to
harden, he now often ran his tongue lightly along it.	She hissed.

"Ohhhh!" she said.  "I thought my Papa was being rough with Mama when
she made sounds like this, but she was liking it."

Indeed she was! he thought.

His mouth moved a little lower and he trailed up and down the path of
her outer lips.  She squirmed slightly.  His nose caught a scent of
arousal.  He slowly and painstakingly took his time with her.  His
dick was engorged and ready to enter her, but he needed her physically
prepared.  He delicately opened her to expose her inner lips.  His lips
and tongue explored the new regions of this dainty flower.  Her lips
were acquiring color and naturally opening.  He probed his tongue at
her small vaginal opening.  He pressed his tongue firmly.  She arched
her back up in response.  He kept the pressure on and invoked incessant
moans from her.  Finally, he had to let up.

"I am going to slide my finger inside you," he said.  "The best way to
enjoy each other is to tell each other what we like and don't like."

She tensed up.  She was nervous.  She wanted to be physically his
wife, but the unknown scared her.

He slipped his finger inside.  She did not have much lubrication yet.
He couldn't just run to the store for KY.  It wasn't invented yet.
Circumstance required him to wait until she was more ready for him.
He slowly, carefully moved his finger back and forth inside her.  He
felt no trace of hymen.  An active farm girl, she long ago lost it.

"Does it feel okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, it is good."

He saw her eyes start to glaze a little in arousal.  That was good.
With his other hand, he slowly massaged little circles with his thumb
on her awakened clit.  The double stimulation eventually summoned her
body to grind back at his thumb.  Her breathing came faster as her
excitement increased.  He paused so he could try to slip a second
finger into her pussy.  She was still so tight as he pushed his two
fingers in.

"Ow!" she said.  He hastily pulled his fingers out.

"Sorry." he apologized.  He slipped a single digit back inside her
and resumed stroking.

He paused again to try to once more insert two fingers.  She was snug,
but he managed to slip both in.  He felt grateful that his dick was
average size.  A well-endowed man would hurt a young bride.  He still
was a little concerned.  He didn't want to scare her off of sex.  He
moved his fingers inside her very slowly.  He did not want to
accidentally scratch her with a fingernail.  

At long last, her internals had slickness. His fingers moved inside
her tight channel smoothly only if he moved them slow.  He pulled his
fingers out of her and moved to her side.

"I want you to take my dick in you mouth and lick your tongue on it.
My dick needs to be wet so it will be easier to go inside you."

"Okay," she said, in trust.

He straddled her with his knees.  His erect dick hung in her face.  He
put a pillow under her head so the angle would be better.  He began to
focus on other things.  He focused on the explosion that killed his
first wife, Mandy.  The sight of his infant son, Zane killed.  He
thought upon sad things.  He desperately did not want to come.

Esther's quick gag and cough focused his attention back to his new
wife.  "I do not like the taste of that dripping out of you."

"I'm sorry," he told her.  His dick looked wet enough.  He got off her
and rubbed the pre-cum all over his head and some of it down his shaft.
He got back between her legs.  He held himself above her and she
looked so small to him.  She probably would not grow much taller, but
he most looked forward to when she would not look so skinny.  Skinny
was too much a girl.  A woman could be thin, but not extreme.  He
lowered and let his dick rest upon her labia.

"Put me inside you," he said.  He felt her small hand hold his dick
and place it between her inner lips.  She moved her hand away.

He looked down at her face.  She had tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"I...I am happy, but I am scared.  I only want to be happy."

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.  "I understand" is all
he said.  It was all he needed to say.

He pressed his dick inward.  He felt the resistance of her virgin
pussy.  He felt the head slide in slightly.  He pushed again.  Her
tightness began to stretch and open to him.

"It hurts," she said and broke his concentration.

"I am sorry, my beautiful wife.  It might hurt a little longer, but I
bet you lived through pain that was much worse."

She momentarily thought back to the time, she fell out of the tree
when she was eight.  She had landed on her back and never thought she
would be able to stand again.  Her thoughts briefly distracted her and
she suddenly felt her husband fill her.  Her eyes grew wide from the
sensation.   He felt so big inside her.  She felt so full, so
complete.  She felt like a woman.

The marriage was now consummated. Daniel dared not move or thrust.  He
was not sure how much pain she was in.  He had nothing to fear.
Esther had a radiant smile on her face.

She saw him looking down at her and she said, "I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

He moved slowly inside her.  Her tightness did not allow him to move
easily.  Her tightness also brought him easily to orgasm.  She did not
orgasm that first night, but she thoroughly loved the sensations.

***

As newlyweds do, they spent the first week of marriage almost entirely
in bed.  Daniel thought she looked equally small when she was on top
of him when making love.  He loved that she already had good-sized
breasts to watch bounce before his eyes or to hold or suck on as they
made love.  Esther looked a little bigger to him when they made love
doggy-style.  Something about doggy-style always made a women's butt
look big.  Even a skinny thirteen year old woman's butt.  Esther most
preferred him on top.  She liked the closeness of him and she felt so
protected underneath him.   She loved that secure feeling.

On the fourth day of marriage, Esther panted heavily underneath him as
he moved inside her.  She arched her back and thrusted her hips in the
throes of passion. She felt compelled to try to get more and more of
him inside her.  She felt her internal muscles contract several times
and then an intense surge transformed her body into a state of
profound relaxation.  

She heard Daniel groan so very loudly, from some latent source, as she
started to come.  He pushed into her harder and faster.  The grandiose
sensations pushed her to a new pinnacle in her just embarked upon
sexual life.  As she came, she felt him come inside her harder than
ever before.  If felt so...so...amazing!  Her first orgasm.

Daniel collapsed on her in sheer bless.  He softly stroked her face.
That felt incredible!

"Let's do it again," she said.

His dick hardened.

Daniel's initial entry into her still hurt occasionally but to end
with such a tremendous sensation in her body made her eager to
constantly seek to make love.  On Sunday, they intended to go to
church together, but they woke up that morning and made love and
continued to make love all day.  They skipped breakfast and lunch
and finally broke free for dinner.  It was a short dinner break.

***

Daniel experienced his first Minnesota winter.  He was glad he had a
warm wife to keep him company.  He was also very glad, she had
thirteen years of winter experience to teach him a few tricks on
making winter more bearable.  Daniel was a happy man.  He loved his
wife and was so excited to discover just a month before she turned 
fifteen years old that she was pregnant.  He would have a family 
again.  Yet, their joy was short lived.  She miscarried a month later.

Daniel was established now in Green River.  He had two years of
marriage and two seasons of being a farmer.  His irrigation system
allowed him to have a robust harvest and Esther did an excellent job
of providing variety in their meals.  He rarely thought of his old
life in the twenty-first century when he was Ryan Sanders.


Further blessings came upon Daniel's life.  Esther soon became
pregnant again and at the age of late fifteen, she bore twin sons,
Timothy and Titus.  It was hard for Daniel to see a nineteenth
century doctor helping with the delivery, but the doctor was still
more knowledgeable than him.

By age sixteen, Esther was full grown.  Her breasts were large, but
her youth gave them firmness.  He loved her breasts.  She was also no
longer the skinny girl, but a shapely, thin woman.  Giving birth to
twins had rounded her hips, but it just made her more beautiful by 
giving her the flowing curves of a woman.    Time together only 
enhanced their sexual experiences and they knew each others bodies
well and knew how to give each other the best of pleasure and they
still often experienced new sensations during their physical joinings.

At an early eighteen, Esther was pregnant again.  They felt sure she
carried a single child this time.  With Esther five months pregnant,
Titus became very sick and Daniel felt helpless.  The doctor knew of
nothing he could do.  Daniel wished he could take his two and a half
year old son to a modern hospital, but all anyone could do was pray.

Titus died.  For the second time in his life, he experienced the death
of his child.  Esther had grown in spiritual maturity.  Daniel had
taught her much about God and she enjoyed reading from his Bible that
was written in regular English.  She sought comfort in God's word
during this tragedy.  She sat down in a rocking chair he had made and
opened the Bible.  A small paper fell out and onto the floor.   She
reached down and picked it up.   As she read it, she looked confused
and uneasy.

"Daniel?" she called to him.

"What is it, my darling?"

She handed him the paper.  "This paper...it lists me and you and
Timothy and Titus, the year they was born and the year Titus died and
a death date for Timothy.  What is it?"

It was a genealogy.  *His* genealogy.  It started with Esther Byrd and
Daniel Sanders at the top.  It gave her birth year and presumably her
death year.  His name had no birth year, but the death year was the
same as Esther's.  Maybe they died together.  The paper also listed
their twin boys and four yet unborn daughters.  Dinah was kicking in
her Mama's tummy right now.  Donna, Betsy, and Bonnie would follow in
later years.

The genealogy followed Timothy Sanders.  He married Mary Edwards.  The
lineage went to Jacob Sanders and his wife Margaret Munson.

Daniel's knees went weak. He stumbled over to the bed and sat down.

"What's wrong," said Esther in alarm.

He didn't hear her.  Grandpa Jake and Grandma Maggie!  He trembled as
he read the next line.  Robert Sanders and Sandra Young.  He knew what
the next line would be, but he read it anyway.  Ryan Sanders and
Amanda Williams.  He was the grandfather to his own grandfather!  One
day he, as Daniel Sanders, would be Jacob Sanders grandfather and one
day he, as Ryan Sanders, would be Jacob Sanders grandson.  Esther was
not only his wife right now, she was his future great-great-grandmother.
He was his own great-great-grandfather.

He started to stand up to burn the paper in the fireplace when he
turned the paper over.  There were two names written down.  Monday
Morse and Ryan Monday Morse.  He sat heavily back down.  She, Monday,
was pregnant when he left!  Monday's death year was ten years from
now.  She had escaped Timetown too.  Would he have stayed if he had
known she was pregnant?  He looked at his wife.  Esther looked at him
with loving concern.  They had been married for almost five years now.
He wouldn't change a thing!  Maybe one day, he would run across Monday
or their son, Ryan, but the only thing that mattered was right now.
He got up and tossed the paper into the fire.

"What was it?" she asked.

"Something we don't need."  He walked over to her and kissed her.  He
took the Bible from her and set it on the table.  "Let's make love."

She smiled.

He guided his pregnant wife to the bed.