Something I’d contemplated but never thought I’d succeed.So ... where am I? When am I? Where’s my truck?Shit! Time travel is possible! If there ...as ever a time when I wished my college discussions about multiple dimension worlds were false ... now is the time.Speaking of time ... it’s time I examined what came with me and what stayed home.I gave the tipi a thorough going over ... my wives shall be pissed ... I am making a mess. I’ll say this for the girls ... they are industrious. Quilled or. " I looked at her. "Gwen, it is not that I don't find you attractive," I let her know, as she walked towards the hallway. "Save it, Chet, I don't want to hear it," she told me, just before she vanished into the hallway. "Fuck," I muttered, lying back and putting my hands onto my face. The sound of the extra bedroom door closing hit the airwaves. I just sat there for a little while with my brain on fire. Her phone rang several times during my thinking term. "Quit calling her already, Jim, damn,". First, when he was asking his parents to let him take piano lessons when he was young, he recalled how the name Eric Copley kept coming up as “the best.” He remembered how disappointed he was when Copley had refused to take him as a student (his schedule wouldn’t allow another student) and he had to take an assistant, which was Myra Briggs. At first, he was resentful that Myra was teaching him instead of Copley. Secondly, Nancy Butler, during their long association and their accompanying sex,. I paused for a second and kissed the top of her head and stroked her cheek. "Do you know that I was about to drop English Composition 101?" You should have", She chuckled through her tears. "If I wasn't grading your papers you'd have failed that class".I kissed her again and continued."I was all set to drop the class when the professor introduced you as his new teaching assistant. I took one look at you and my heart went up into my throat and my dick went up in my pants and neither one of them.