Im sorry Greg, I have to go… can you drive me to my friends? I asked. Of course I can. Greg rolled and looked at the clock and said I guess your not...kidding, good thing you woke up. He gave me another light kiss and got out of bed. I am sure I am not the first woman in history to do this, but seeing this gorgeous man climb nude out of the bed took my breath away. He had made me a woman, and seeing his strong body as he stretched almost made me gasp. Greg was just so gorgeous to me. Climbing. The shadow didn’t move so I looked over my shoulder at this blonde smoking a cigarette just looking at me. “You must be bored or lonely to spend this much time on lights,” she said. Before I knew it she had me talked into the sleeper waiting for me to strip down. I still don’t remember how she talked her way into the truck. I do remember her name was Erin, she had a really cute butt and she wanted to fuck. I don’t think it was me per say she wanted to fuck, she just wanted to fuck. I crawled. " "I wear it all the time," she said as she removed the sweater and placed it on a nearby rack. "The store is always cold!" She stood straight, wearing a light, knit, sleeveless top and a grey mid-length skirt, giving Sean a good look at her figure. Which look he took full advantage of. And Monica blushed. Again... "I think she's about the same as you, maybe a little more in the hips. She's not quite so young as you appear to be!" Monica's blushes were running together. That happens a lot. As I was zeroing in on the time, I noticed that there was a sort of blemish in my view. As I concentrated in frustration on it, it appeared in greater detail.As this happened, I got the type of pounding headache I usually associated with improving my time travel abilities. I frowned. So this had something to do with time, or the reality of it, as I perceived it anyway.I backed off, and found some Tylenol. I closed my eyes to do some thinking of what I had seen when the blemish had cleared.It.