This led to many erotic things. First I asked her to caress my friend’s thighs and also he to do the same to her. Next, I asked my friend to feel he... boobs. She was wearing a tight tshirt and jeans. So feeling her boobs was a fantastic experience for him. I also loved the sight while driving the car. He was cupping her breasts from the backseat and my wife’s eyes were closed and was moaning. I took her one hand and placed it on my thigh, she caressed my thigh and grabbed my erect penis. Oh! I. Meanwhile, my eighty-year-old head was puzzling about the nature of traveling between realities. One of the things that always puzzled me when I read do-over stories was the butterfly effect. Supposedly, any change in a reality could affect—sometimes adversely—the entire world. A butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil or something and the eventual result is a typhoon in Japan. The stories I’d read all had protagonists who went back to their own timelines with the knowledge of everything that would. Nothing like that" Thank god. This is bad enough as it is, Idon't need side effects."Have you seen a decrease in unwanted erections?"I shivered for a moment in shame, as the question intruded on mythoughts. "No, definitely not." I couldn't help thinking of all theboners I'd had over all this girly stuff, that's what drives me to wearit most of the time, it'd almost be a relief to stop getting it up allthe time.The doctor frowned, "Hmm...that's a little behind schedule."The tone of his voice. She said she’d try. Nothing much came of the incident. Peter went home, got to bed, and went off to work that Saturday. Laurie went in too. She was tired and sore, but duty called. ‘A Turn of Events’ Long about Wednesday Peter got a visit. It was a sheriff. The thief he’d stopped had hired a lawyer. Peter had punched him in the nose, and now the thief wanted restitution. It figured he thought, no good deed goes unpunished. He didn’t know what to do exactly. He was a little afraid the thief,.