“Oh, fuck yes! Eat my wet pussy!,” cried Pam. “Oh, yes, yes, YES! YES!” she screamed as she came yet again. A tongue in her ass and one in her...pussy, fucking her. Pam’s body went limp. Maya and Sydney stroked her as she regained her breath. As fingers passed over her nipples and brushed her clit, she shuddered in anticipation. “Please. Give me a moment to rest,” Pam begged. “I think we wore her out,” said Sydney. “I want to fuck her,” replied Maya. “She sure is wild. I wonder what she’s like. Now that I had time to think about it clearly, it seemed to me that I was actually in a time bubble that did not let the illnesses of the past affect my body from the future. Conversely, it was probably the likelihood that I did not pass along any of my newfangled bugs from the future to the citizens from the past like European settlers landing on the shores of a New World beginning in 1492. (At this point, I would like to add a little disclaimer about the starting date of 1492 ... the date. ‘He’s a teacher here in school. New guy, just got out of college.’ ‘There any physical evidence to tie this Morris guy to the victim?’ Alex asked. ‘The forensic guys are going over the office right now,’ Tim replied. ‘If there’s anything there, they’ll find it. We have a ton of blood in there. Maybe we’ll get lucky and our doer got cut up, too.’ ‘What about the rape kit?’ Alex asked. ‘Paramedics said they’d be sure the hospital does one as soon as they can,’ Tim replied. ‘They were pretty sure. “Honey, have a shot with us!” my tipsy husband loudly said. I poured myself a jigger of tequila instead and went into the den and Deshaun said, “bourbon your ass, the lady has tequila. Maybe her clothes will fall off!” My husband stared at him and Deshaun quickly said, “You know man, the song! some song about tequila makes her clothes fall off.” My husband said, “Oh yeah, I hear that one. Cathy used to be a topless dancer, ya know, like in a stripclub. Where I met her 3 years ago.” I stared.