It was a slow song and she couldn’t wait to place her body next to his. They made their way to the dance floor and began moving against each other�...�.first with him behind her, then in front of her, then back…….they traded places, hungry to touch every piece of exposed flesh. His hands roamed up her back to her neck and through her hair, then down over her encased breasts to her hips. Slowly……painfully slow…..his hands began a decent past her waist…..to her stocking clad legs at the hem of her. I was so engrossed in this story about a time traveler. The tale was not a new one. It was by one of my favorite authors, H.G. Wells. I loved his work, ‘The War of the Worlds’, and the towns librarian had spoken to me of this earlier work. It was called, ‘The Time Machine’. It seemed so outlandish that I didn’t see how anyone could make me believe that time travel could happen.Then again, the earlier stories by Jules Verne about ships sailing underwater or sailing in the sky were so well. "We could, but I'm not too sure how bad I want to spend the night in this part of town. It looks a little rough to me. Where we left it strikes me as a lot better." Yeah, me too. But, tell you what. Let's just drive down the coast a little and get a feeling for what kind of progress has been made." From what I've seen so far there's been some made, but there's still years of work to be done. But, that's not a bad idea. It'll kill an hour or so, and if we find something to do tomorrow we may not. Even taking it slow and easy hadn't saved his body from becoming sore. His ribs ached already. There was no need to climb down to the canyon floor. The only sign of the man he'd found all day was the old campfire.With a shrug, Lou turned back to the shack. If he stood any chance of locating Mary's husband, Lou was simply going to have to spend more time out here in the wilderness. Not that he expected to find him alive. He had to be dead by now. Lou couldn't believe he'd wandered off for.