He was full of all that Einstein stuff, and quantum mechanics. He was a university professor, he’d told hundreds of students that time travel was im...ossible.”“So what you did was vital, it put the idea into his head.”“True, but at an awful cost. I don’t think it had crossed his mind that either of us would grow old, not in a visceral way. Seeing the older me, when the day before he’d had an afternoon of the most amazing sex with the young me... It was all too much. It put the idea into his head. "I took the ball and rammed it into her mouth before taping it up. Then I rubbed my partially deflated penis against her labia until it was fully erect again and I was able to put it back where I thought it belonged."What do you suggest I do next Tracey? How about your ears?"I didn't even stop to think, I just pulled her ear out and sliced in one continuous motion until it came away in my hand. More blood, this time I used a larger amount of cotton wool and three big pieces of plaster to cover. Sharp. Every Saturday.” She drank the water bottles content. She barely had time to admire the flask like canteen, which didn’t much match Mark’s outfit, but with him in a business suit… she thought trailing as she eagerly consumed the liquid, some of it spilling out of her mouth, trailing down to her neck refreshingly. The water was deliciously cold, not too cold, but cold enough. Just right. Pulling his sleeve up, he glanced at his watch. “You should be getting lunch right about now.” “I ate. I was writing down a few web pages for my friend when I dropped my pen and had to slide off my chair to get it as it rolled under the table. I couldn't have planned this I thought chuckling to myself. My wife looked and found the pen, she stepped on it holding it secure, as I reached for it she moved her foot to my face knowing what I would do. I held her foot by the heel hand brought it to my nose breathing in her sweet musky scent through the small opening or her toe. She flexed her toes.