I’ve got wine or you could make us some coffee.’ She laughed lightly. As soon as we entered her apartment, Nan discarded the sweater. Her arms sti...l had the light bronze glow of a summer tan. As I watched her fiddle with the coffee makings, the bobbling and swaying of her breasts made it obvious that she was braless. She handed me my cup and directed me from the kitchenette to the couch in the main room. ‘Go ahead and sit, Jack. I’ll be there as soon as I get out some biscotti.’ She came out a. The air in the workshop seemed charged with electricity. I could feel the hair on my forearms standing on end and experienced a weird tingling sensation all over my skin, like ants crawling all over me."What does it do?" Exactly what the name suggests, dear boy. It provides an interface - a gateway, if you will - between the present and other parts of the temporal multiverse." Multiverse?" Yes, of course. Schrodinger's cat, my boy. You don't seriously imagine that this is the only reality, do. Designer clothes. I test their sturdiness and then start tying a pant leg of one of them to one of her ankles. Then the other pair to her other ankle. I leave a pant leg free on each of them, hanging loosely, and then grab one and lift her by it with all my strength. I loop it around one of the horizontal rails up above the seats that keep bags from falling out. I tie it securely and she's now hanging from an ankle upside down. Still supporting most of her weight, I manage to struggle and get. Like every year, I had arrived early to my grandmother’s home. My dad was already there and helped me bring in the presents and groceries I had brought. My father and I made small talk about what was new in our lives, and I kissed my grandmother on the cheek as we brought everything in. Dad immediately turned on the television and started talking to his mom. I however excused myself and made my way to the kitchen. I had taken over the traditional spot of cooking Christmas dinner several years.