We used white boards to write messages to our otherworld doubles, keeping careful note as to differences, both subtle and profound. In each case, ther... was an unmistakable point of divergence. Some of those were years in the past. The nearest divergence was breakfast, two days before."Geez... Tom, you still here?" came the familiar voice over my shoulder. I glanced back at Harry. He was head researcher on third shift."Yeah. Man, it's just weird that everyone else is present in that lab but me.. She tugged on the front straps of her backpack, hiking it up so it was comfortable on her shoulders. Inside there was a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and her cosmetics kit. Her mother frowned on her wearing makeup, but Kimmy had wanted to look nice for her visit with Laurie. Her lips were glazed with hot-pink gloss, her eyes made up with a mauvy-red eye shadow that complemented her outfit—a yellow half-tank top that exposed her flat belly, and pink terry cloth shorts. The shorts were a. She walked over towards the bed and began to lean over me allowing one of her boobs to touch my face. Like it dry for me she said and don't ignore the nipple either. I was like a hungry baby licking her big soft boob dry and then sucking on her wet nipple. Good boy she said I had never known her act like this before. Now you had better dry the other one too and she turned slightly allowing me to feed on her other breast. I thought she might take pity on me and at least pop me in her mouth and. "After a while, this beat-up pickup truck pulled up and a guy leaned out of the window, pointed to his guitar, and asked if he could play that thing. When he said he could, the guy pushed his hat back on his head a bit, spit a stream of tobacco juice and asked if he could play Under the Double Eagle. When he said he didn't know it, the rancher laughed as said, 'Ah, you can't play that geetar, Boy, iffin you can't play that.' And drove off, leaving him sitting there."Laughing, Dave hit the.