Scott was already gone, probably, and Steve had classes in the afternoon. I could have still made it to school probably, but it didn't seem like Daddy...had any intention of making me go. And I really didn't feel that great anyway. I did have a little fever, but I didn't know if I was really sick or if that was just from all the worrying I'd done.I climbed back into Daddy's bed, deciding I sort of liked it more than my own for the time being, and wondered vaguely what my dad was thinking. I might. I made a mental note to check on him in a little while.By this time the dance floor was rocking! There were the normal group gropes going on and I and my hubby jumped right in. The loud Prince music was really erotic and dancing with two guys sandwiching me is just soooo hot.After this song I wandered out to the bar to check on the young guy and sure enough he was still sitting by himself, looking unsure on how to act. I went over and introduced myself. He said his name was Jeff and that it was. He saw Mr. Stonebergger on the floor with his head twisted at an impossible angle and knew immediately that the man was dead.Mrs. Stonebergger, who was sobbing quietly, had what appeared to be a broken arm and was otherwise badly battered and bruised. Betty's dress had somehow been torn and ripped with the top of it hanging below her waist, just her chemise and corset covering her above the waist. She was also quite battered and bruised and was holding her right side ribs while she moaned in. So, while at the office one day I decided it was time to talk to Carl again."Carl my man." I started."Yes." He answered."Carl, does that time machine of yours still work?" I asked."Oh yes." He said excitedly, "In fact it is better than ever. I can send you anywhere, anytime real quick now." Good." I said, "Hey, you don't think we can try it out again do you?" Um, I don't see why not." He said, "I just have to start it up. Give me a minute."The lights in the room suddenly dimmed for a moment as.