A small hand-held metal device with dials to set the four coordinates. One end has a trigger and the other a hole. My father had to have built this as...I have never seen anything quite like it. Another layer to this mystery.Some force keeps pulling me into his research. I don't believe in time travel but can't walk away from what I am reading either. Oh for fuck's sake, just try the damn device keeps running through my mind. Obviously nothing will happen and I can stop spending any more energy. I just don't understand how I could be there twice in two different forms at the same time. I also don't understand how I could even consider letting Victoria die." I was guessing, but I thought it was a good guess. The shock in her eyes told me it was a right guess, also."I didn't say that! I never said it was you! I didn't say that! I didn't!" There were so many things this woman panicked about. She needed help; she couldn't handle it alone. Her guilt was overwhelming her. Well, I knew how to. My parents broke relation with me when they caught me with my bf in college days and from then I am living alone. They don’t know even that I am alive or dead. This is my story of why I left my job. I used to work in this it company in Bangalore and my team leader was an arrogant person. I never used to get along with him. I liked to cross dress and due to that, I used to wear bra and panty beneath my regular clothes. There was a dress code in our company as we were dealing with overseas, we. With her dad working nights at the police station she could get away with whatever she wanted, and plus She had nothing to hide since there wouldn’t be anyone around until late morning when the farmers would be out in force. Sewing seeds and rounding up sheep. So walking around in her underwear or in most cases totally naked was normality. She thought about how privileged she was as she sat down at glass table and rested her head on a folded sweater, her 36D cup perky breasts pushed firmly over.