The old man turned to see a young woman with long brunette hair tied into a ponytail which hung down her back. She was strikingly pretty but he frowne... at her for he had no time to lose by talking to this complete stranger."Who are you?" he said frustrated."A friend," she replied."And what do you want?" he asked.The girl stepped forward and nodded to the machine next to her. Number seven. "Take this one," she told him, "That one has a tracker installed inside the time rotor. They will find you. Around their necks was a black collar about two inches wide and made of a soft material. A black belt that supported a holstered pistol on one hip and a sheathed knife on the other surrounded their waist. Tight fitting boots zipped up the side, ending just below the knees. The center torso of each was bare and just above the waist and to the right of the navel was a tattoo of a white angle outlined in black holding a red heart in her hands with love inscribed on it. Above the angle was the word. His 7 inch cock sitting bolt upright in his shorts. Emma's hand brushed over the top of his cock. "Excited are we?!" "Do you blame me when you look that hot?" And with that Emma plunged her cold hand straight down Rob's shorts and began to stroke his shaft. "Wow, you know how to make me feel good Em. Maybe I'll return the favour." Rob placed his hand under Emma's bikini bottoms and began to rub her swollen clit. Even underwater he could feel her sticky juices already beginning to flow. And he. The clock on the wall has also been there thirty years. It is a small wooden clock with a pendulum, like a baby Grandfather clock. The glass front door of the oak cabinet revealed the brass mechanism behind the gold face. Every Monday morning I put the brass key in and wound the clock up to ensure it stayed in time. Tic toc, tic toc, tic toc... every day for thirty years it echoed in my office.I remembered having to explain the Roman numerals to the younger staff members. They would look at me.