Two hours, and several glasses of sherry later, Ihad been given a general outline of his invention that he believed couldcross the time dimension barr...er and a brief history of his results withthe machine. I must say that I was not only astonished but also held alot of disbelief as to what he was telling me. It sounded like a sciencefiction story rather than scientific research."Well that's about it Nathan. I suppose you would like to see ademonstration?" said Bergman."I sure would. It is hard. A smart guy. What’s he like?’ I could see I wasn’t going to get out of this. She’s not going to stop. ‘What’s he like?’ she repeats. ‘He’s tall. Six three or so. Good looking in a clean cut way. A bit older than me.’ ‘How old?’ ‘Forty-seven.’ ‘Ohh. Are you working out some daddy issues with an older man?’ She laughs at her joke, but I don’t. ‘Did he kiss you goodnight?’ ‘Jeez, Danielle, what is this? High school?’ ‘I’m just wondering. I thought maybe I’d never see you dating.’ ‘I was married,. As beautiful as my friend was, I had to imagine that the cousin was just as beautiful, if not more. I was right. I was at the pool table playing a game of 8-ball when they walked into the bar – ‘they’ include my friend and her husband, and her cousin with her fiancé. She and I were introduced to each other. We exchanged a hug and they found a table in the seating area. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Black, just-beyond-the-shoulder length hair, about 5’1′, and very petite – not to mention. We have a nice pool, a sauna and a hot tub along with a game room with pinball machines, a pool table, darts, you name it. So, it’s all pretty nice. The woman Dad married is Cassie, short for Cassandra, and her short name sometimes gets confused with mine, Casey. Casey, Cassie. Well, anyway, Dad married a real looker, lots younger than him, he’s now sixty-three, she’s thirty-six and I’m sixteen. Even my birth mom was somewhat younger than Dad so I guess he’s always liked the younger ones. Now,.