Moving Ahead

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, TransGender, Time Travel, .

Desc: Sex Story: Robert is snatched from in front of a runaway wagon. This happens after.



I was walking down the street in Manhattan, Kansas. I was thinking about a problem we were having with a bridge I was working on for the U S Army. I am an engineer, Robert Jones, from Wilkinson County, Georgia. I graduated from The University of Georgia in 1848. I have been working for the Army since 1849. They always saw fit to post me to a basically lawless outpost, so I had to learn to fight and shoot. I did not like fighting. My mother always told me that a gentleman could solve his problems with discussion. I found that discussion often involved fists in certain circles. It was those times I was glad for my sweet mother's Scottish ancestry. I was 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed 215 pounds. I was typical of the Scots in that I had strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. My dad was a Georgia gentleman farmer, and didn't mind working but was 5 feet 9 inches tall and about 140 pounds. I learned about farming, and land management from him. I also learned to fight with swords and knives from him. That is why I had a revolver and knife on my belt today.

All of a sudden there was a runaway wagon that came around the corner and ran straight toward me. The next thing I know I am waking up in a white room. A doctor came in and talked to me for a while. He told me his name and asked me what time and day it was. I answered him to the best of my knowledge. "What do you do for a living?", he asked. I told him I was an engineer. He asked me where I had studied. I told him.

At his point he said he needed to explain a few things to me. He told me I was the subject of an experiment. He and some engineers had built and were in the process of perfecting a time travel machine. I told him we were taught that time travel was impossible. "It was until we discovered some new wave forms and new physical laws," he answered. "Where am I?" I asked. He told me I was in Norman, Oklahoma. "You mean to tell me you pulled me from Manhattan, Kansas to Norman, Oklahoma?" I asked. "Yes, he answered and from 1851 to 2007." My mouth fell open, and I almost fainted.

He calmed me down and said, "You would have been killed by the wagon otherwise." I gave him a funny look and said, "Well, I guess I am better off now, then. What do you want me to do?" I asked. "I want you to allow us to interview you and photograph you," he said. "Then, what?" I asked. "We will let you return to whatever time you want, or stay here," he answered. "Alright, may I have my possessions?" "Sure," he answered, "how about some breakfast?"

We walked to the mess hall, and had a pretty good breakfast of sausage, eggs and biscuits, with orange juice, which I had never had before, and milk. We returned to the room and I was given my possessions. They consisted of only what I was wearing at the time of my moving through time. I had a hat, some clothing, my belt (which was a money belt that contained 250 dollars in gold), with its sheath and holster my pistol and my knife, and my boots.

We interviewed for about 2 and a half days. They asked me about politics, and history. They asked me about slavery. I told them I had some knowledge of it, but we never owned slaves. My mother would not have it in our house, because of the way the British treated the Scots. We talked about many other things from my time. They seemed to be very enlightened. They explained that history was very politically slanted, and that many things were left out or twisted in the history books. They photographed me and showed me the pictures on a device called a computer.

I asked for and was granted the opportunity to sight see. We went and rode in a device called an automobile or car. It was much more comfortable than riding in a wagon. I looked at the suspension system, and brakes. We went to a pawnshop to look around. I saw some gold coins the owner had, and asked him if he would be interested in buying some more gold coins. He told me that he was a collector, and would like to look at what I had to sell. I took out some of my gold coins and he was very interested. The $50 dollar pieces held his interest. He offered me $1500 for one of my coins. I told him I would sell for that, but I would prefer to trade. I looked around and was very interested in the new type guns and knives. The knives were very well made and I got a knife that he called a Tanto, and a folding knife that he called a hunter. I also looked and was taken by a cartridge type of rifle called a Remington 700, and a cartridge pistol called a Colt, like my revolver. We traded, and I was the proud owner of a .308 Winchester caliber rifle, and a .45 caliber pistol. The proprietor told me there was a coin, gun and knife show going on today and tomorrow at the fairgrounds and I should go and look around.

I asked if that would be allowable. The fellow I was with told me sure. We went to the show. I looked around and saw a fellow selling Antique knives. I asked him what my knife was worth. I had paid 12 dollars for it from a well known local blacksmith. He looked at it and his eyes bugged out. "Where did you get this from?" he asked. I told him that it was handed down in my family, and had been bought new at Manhattan, Kansas. He offered $5000 for the knife and told me it was worth more, but he could not afford to offer more. I told him I would take his offer, if he could give me an idea what my grandfather's pistol was worth. He took a look and told me that he thought it was worth at least $3500, but I should ask around and see if I could get a better offer. I looked around and was offered a price of $6200 for my pistol. I told the man the story of the pistol. I told him when and where it was originally bought and by whom (me of course), and that the original owner had been killed by a runaway wagon in Kansas in 1851. He wrote everything down, and took my pistol and holster, and gave me $6200 in cash. I had $11,200 in cash plus $200 in gold.

I looked around and found some clothing for sale and bought a couple of pairs of trousers and some shirts, as well as some socks and 2 pairs of boots. I bought some spare magazines for the pistol at the suggestion of my tour guide. I also bought a well-made back pack, and frame to carry my purchases. I then ran into a man selling books. I bought a book about building wagons and also about repairing and making suspensions and brakes for wagons (cars actually, but I felt I could make the needed adjustments). I also bought a book of plans and exploded drawings of rifles, and pistols, and one about cartridges, powder and primers.

I looked at some more things and saw some people selling and buying old coins and figured it was time to sell out my gold and buy new things that would be valuable to me when I went back to my own time. I found out that my coins were all very collectable, and brought me a very good price, I thought. My $200 in gold brought me $10,000 in cash. So, I had $21,200 in cash and some new clothes and books. I saw an interesting gun on the way out. It was a Browning Auto 5 12-gauge shotgun. It had 2 barrels and came with a hard case for the whole shebang. I bought it, and a case of buckshot. I was stoked after the fellow who owned it told me how it worked. New type weapons were very much more effective than the weapons of my time. I bought some ammunition for the pistol and the rifle on the way out of the show, a case of 500 rounds each. I borrowed a buggy to take it in, and after returning it to the man who loaned it to me, we went on our way. It was getting late in the day, so Ed, my tour guide, asked if I wanted to stop and have some supper. I told him I could eat, so we stopped at a café and sat down after a lady showed us to our table. He asked if I wanted a drink. I had a beer and ordered a steak and salad at his suggestion. Some music started playing and people were dancing. I asked him about the music. He told me it was from a device called a compact disc, C D for short, and was pre recorded and could be played back as it was desired by the owner.

I enjoyed the music and had another beer while we ate. I saw a beautiful girl at the bar and asked if he minded if I went and danced with her. He said, "Knock yourself out." I guess that meant go ahead, so I did. She was very beautiful and tall. Her name was Williamina, but I could call her Willie. I asked Willie if she would like to dance. She graciously accepted and we went out on the floor and danced a nice waltz. Another song started and I told her I did not know how to do this dance, so she said she would teach me. I learned to dance the two step, and we had a very good time for a few minutes. I asked her to sit with us at our table if she would like, and have something to drink. I introduced Ed and ordered a bottle of wine for Willie and I, and a whiskey for Ed. I apologized for my rough clothing. I explained to Willie that I had just come into town, and had not had a chance to get suitable clothes yet. She volunteered to go shopping with me tomorrow if I would like to. I glanced at Ed and he nodded. I told her that I would really like to have the help of such a beautiful lady. We enjoyed the bottle of wine, and then we needed to leave. Ed told me I should give Willie my address and telephone number. I asked him if he had that information. He said yes and told Willie those things and we got her number also.

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