If you like, I can bring Rachel home?" Oh yes ... the future ... I wasn't thinking." Andorra replied, a somewhat even more concerned expression coming...over her face. The possible long-term implications of Margery leaving me must have suddenly come to her mind."Don't be concerned I think between us we can possibly work something out. The girls are full of ideas already." I smiled at her as best I could.Andorra looked slightly relieved. "Oh right, but I'll collect Rachel, I'm sure you'll have. My bum hole was positively leaking by this point as I sat thinking about getting fucked by him - and wondering what his cock was like. I thought when I looked over that he might be wanking. I got out, went to the back of my car, and popped the hatchback up to make a sort of screen between me and the traffic going by on the road in front of us.When I heard his van door open and close, I could hardly breathe properly. I bent over, and rested my hands on the back shelf of my car. He came around. ”“Here’s information on Malcolm Senior ... He was born in Surrey, England, circa eighteen twenty. He came to this country at the age of twelve as an indentured servant.”“That’s like being a slave, himself,” Kit remarked.“Yes, but ... His indenture lasted seven years. A slave’s indenture was life-long. Mom has a note here -- he probably was orphaned. Orphans sometimes were sent overseas to become indentured. Malcolm was indentured to a planter named Karl Wittig. After his indenture was up,. I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I.