The two men looked vaguely familiar, but he could not exactly place how or why. Lucy was wearing a yellow spring dress that Jon did not recognize. The...flats and the purse matched. The dress showed off her figure nicely, even to the point of extenuating her meager cleavage. It was shorter than she usually wore, and it showed her legs off even better than it showed of her figure. She looked as perfect as a new dime, and it seemed that the men hung close around to her if they had each laid claim. I live on a small tropical island you've never heard of. I was born and raised here in a little slice of paradise called Slaver's Bay. I'm a descendant of the slaves brought to this place centuries ago to work the sugar plantations. I went to school for a few years, I can read and speak English pretty well. But formal jobs have always been hard to come by. Our country's economy has always been small and very poor.Until recently. Foreigners have come to our little corner of the world in search. I was speech less. There was this beautiful, innocent, delicate looking housewife whom I used to feel guilty lusting, and here she is totally a different lady, almost like a bitch in heat. She asked me, ¡§Is his dick as big as yours? I got chocked and said ¡§How am I to know, you better let me know once he fucks you to his hearts content¡¨. She said, ¡§I will see that too¡¨, measuring my dick with her thumb and little finger and then reached over to me. She started licking my nipples gently and. " Carl stated confidently.I started to think. There were so many possibilities. Did I want to go back to the dawn of creation and talk to God? Did I want to look over De Vinci's shoulder as he painted the Mona Lisa? Did I want to be there with Thomas Jefferson as he wrote the Declaration Of Independence? Did I want to converse with Lincoln as he pondered the Civil War?I thought for a moment, and then I spoke."Chicago, 1962." What?" Asked Carl."Chicago, 1962." I was confident."Are you serious?".