" I don't know what needs to be done, yet," William said. He frowned and then said, "It will be years before I've finished developing the theory. It w...ll be years more before I figure out what can be done to change the path down which this country marches." I see," Greg said. It was going to be an interesting challenge. One of the roles of a Bard was to convey information from one place to another. It was an important role, but not the most important one. The more important role was to listen. Soon the laughter stopped and kissing began. Rob clenched his teeth and his fists. And was torn between rushing across the street-announcing his presence and going back to the barracks, holing up in the latrine with his thoughts and the visions.‘“Nothing will happen” my ass.’ Rob said to himself.“But you wanted this, didn’t you? Yes. Why? I have no earthly idea.”Williams started the Pontiac, hit reverse and cruised on down the street as Rob slammed himself against the wall of the closed Texaco. I have a mission to attempt and you're going to help me." What sort of mission?" The codename was Operation Foxley. Its primary objective was theassassination of Adolf Hitler."To be continued....**********************Notes:Two things I've never done here before are write a story of cross-dressing rather than physical transformation, and write a serial. Thefirst was because cross-dressing really doesn't interest me, and thesecond because all too many writers here launch into. I pounded her ass, driving my rod full in and bringing it out until just the head was in her, then pounding it in until it bottomed out. Beth took my pounding, and gave back just as hard. I thought her skinny little ass would break, but she kept up stroke for stroke.Beth was having a series of small orgasms, each one getting more intense. I found her g spot, and making slow little motions, teasing her until she started to convulse in ecstasy, and finished by shooting a load of cum in the.