‘Shit!’ ‘Elizabeth,’ he thought. ‘Elizabeth might have it.’ He did have Elizabeth’s number, she’d been to dinner with Caron and Stan ...everal times before last November. ‘Elizabeth? It’s Stan.’ ‘Hello, Stan! What can I do for you?’ she replied into his ear. ‘Um… I was wondering, er, do you, um… Do you have Denise’s number?’ ‘Why, Stan, I thought you were phoning to ask about me,’ she teased. Stan could only stammer in response, before she let him off the hook. ‘Sorry, Stan, I don’t. I think. Meu nome ? Jeremias R. e sou um viajante no tempo. Maisespecificamente, eu viajei 351 anos para o passado. Nasci no ano 2283e meu experimento ocorreu no ano 2312, fa?a as contas e voc? concluir?que eu retornei com sucesso ao ano de 1961.Eu sei que voc? vai dizer que v?rios f?sicos famosos "provaram" queviagens ao passado s?o fisicamente proibidas. Isto ? verdade se voc?tentar transportar mat?ria, mas o que eu enviei ao passado foi minhaconsci?ncia.Na verdade o processo n?o ? t?o complexo, tanto. I watched her eyes as she read, trying to gauge how quickly she was reading, how quickly she was advancing in the action the story described. Her off hand shifted, rising up along her body and coming to rest against her far side, just below her breast, the thumb and forefinger actually hidden by the material of her top. Leaning forward I added my own actions, mimicking what I believed was occurring in the story itself. My hand traveled the length of her forearm, across the inside of her wrist. It was kinda nice."Uhh. Yeah?" I can't get to sleep." Oh well I --- you could use the couch." No I mean I can't jerk off!" Oh. Well.... uh..." my mind went blank. Never heard anyone complain to me about one before."Do you .... uh..."He seemed to know what I was trying to say but I was too wimpy to admit what those words were. He wanted help with that.I looked at him and saw his jeans and his nice butt cheeks. Then with perfect timing I saw that his head above his shoulders rise up and fall.