You are to report to the headmasters office immediately." Mrs Hollinhoe, my teacher announces to the class as the school receptionist, Miss Copelyn, w...its patiently beside her.The class immediately jeers and I hear more than a couple of faggot insults thrown my way under the cover of the noise. Normally their insults would stab into me like razor sharp blades, but my heart has started pounding and my stomach is churning as I try to imagine what trouble I am in to be summoned to the headmasters. She would be horribly humiliated if any of them heard her sordid whining and groaning telling Mister Pillow what a good job he was doing to make her feel so good down there. The pink pillow was stained in memorable places and she loved resting her face in it when she dozed off because the scent of her sins was enough to keep her twat excited even though the humping was over and she was innocent on the outside but with her tummy churning like her blender just thinking about Mister Pillow’s. It's all right."The tone of another woman's voice started to bring Heather back to reality and then to shame. "What have I done? I'm so sorry, Bob. I don't know what happed to me. Sally, your dad didn't do anything. It's me; I'm a slut. I must be punished for my wicked ways." No, Heather, my dad loves you and so do I. You're a good woman who has been wronged. We'll get you help. We'll stay with you until you are better, and then we can be a family. I know that's what you need."Bob looked at his. This is an important note to you. I have discovered that my going back into time has undisturbed history as it normally happened. Even a little change can produce some strange results."The best case I can site is from 2020. I am still not sure what happened, but I saved someone who was working for me. In this time line, he died. But when I saved him, it caused a split in reality, or a spin off from this version of reality. I observed the results as best I could, and yes, I could have gone into.