It was not beyond the realms of possibility that they would force me to take teams of people and equipment back in time, for the government's own purp...ses.No, I had to keep the list of people who knew of my ability down to as close to zero, as possible. Three people knew positively I could view the past. A reporter for the Clayton City Bugle, and my two college buddies, Levy and John. I was thankful I had not told any of them about my ability to go psychically into the past, as well.Then there. “Oh, now look at you!” she started quietly after the rest of her schoolmates had left. There was a quiet authority in her voice as she continued “The look on your face says you’re not happy.”“I’m not happy Margery,” I replied.“Quiet!” she flared briefly, then waned. “I know better. Nod your head: when you went home last night, did you jerk off to what happened yesterday?” I was stunned by what she said, but I nodded. She turned away from me, presenting me with those legs and that skirt covering. Ek baar main aur mere pati train se safar kar rahe the.ham unnao se begusarai(bihar) jaa rahe the.bihar jaane wali trains ka haal aap jaante honge.train mein kaafi bheed thi ,baithne ko to kya khade hone ko bhi jagah nahin thi.ham (main aur mere husband)train ke gate sse thoda andar hi khade the.pehli baar maine wo anubhav kiya jiska zikra aksar aurtein kati hain .train mein bheed mein sach mein auraton ka chalna mushkil ho gaya hai.train mein har aane jaane wale (jo bechne waale hote hain ) wo. Ha, well, fine I suppose – other than the BP thing, of course.”“Of course. Hal, I think it’s your turn.”“I beg your pardon?” Coming from BJ, that phrase had made both my heart and my libido surge!She merely smiled knowingly and nodded toward the pharmacy counter.Sure enough, the window was vacant and I was next in line. Feeling foolish, I stepped forward, hopeful as always that the pharmacist would not enter into a long, loud discussion about ED medications; this time, with BJ standing right.