Not to mention that he had his own work to do.Most of the issues people called him on were stupid shit, user induced problems that accompany unskilled...users where ever they go. The dreaded ID10T error, he called it. But Mae was different. She was pretty computer savvy, and on the few times she did have to call him, it was usually something major that wasn't her fault."Sure," he said with a sigh, "it's not like I'm getting anywhere fast with this." He stood and started walking down the hall to. Paul sat there, cock rock hard and throbbing. He knew he just HAD to check this out for himself. The steam from the bathroom seeped into his room, reminding him of his surroundings. He hurried to the bathroom to shower, his mind racing through all the preparations to make before tomorrow night, mentally making a note to purchase some decent cordage in the morning.At precisely 5.50pm the following evening, Paul sat in his car, his cock throbbing with excitement and restraining cords holding him. You're a womanizer and you killed that Rothcrest lad."Maria laughed. "Well, aside from the question of homocide, Harry has mentioned that you're quite the camp cassinova." Not me, my lover merit badge is in the shop" Neil joked. Cynthia laughed, but Harry and Maria just gave him curious glances. "Besides, what gives you the..." Ruth has a big mouth" Cynthia whispered, grinning.Neil blushed. "Well, I'm honored."Harry laughed and elbowed him. "Ah modesty."Maria grinned. "Well. I'm sorry to hear. This was a contradiction that I could not explain away with any degree of conviction. My speculation was that my future physical form was in a state of dormancy unable to age in a normal process. That I was in a sort of “frozen” state in the future and my time in the past was of no consequence to my future form unless I encountered a danger that might bring the entire episode to a bloody and permanent end no matter where I actually happened to be. Only a safe return to the future would allow me.