Second Timothy: A Sequel to STOPWATCH
Copyright© 2012 by Old Man with a Pen
Prologue
Time Travel Sex Story: Prologue - Wendy must make a major decision. Very major. After her rescue, in 1964, she meets the man of her dream. Man? Boy. In 2001 she journeys to New York to confer with her broker and...well...
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Magic Time Travel Humor Tear Jerker Polygamy/Polyamory First Oral Sex Anal Sex Slow
Wendy was sitting in her Brokers waiting room when Timothy Leary appeared in the chair next to her.
"Wendy? Take my hand," Tim said. "Understand though, if you go, you can never go home."
"Tim? What's the matter? The building's safe, just on fire."
Tim looked at his watch, it was 9:58am. "In exactly 30 minutes, in less time than it's going to take me to tell you, this building is going to collapse ... from the top down. Just like that one is going to fall ... now."
The South Tower began it's rapid fall when Tim said, 'now.' Wendy was horrified.
The few people who were waiting for the Fire Department to evacuate the building were watching out the narrow windows as South Tower went down. The panic began.
Wendy and Timothy are a little island of slow motion in an hysterical mini-world.
"All those people ... this one is going too?"
"In 28 minutes."
"Never go home?" Wendy was rapidly going into shock.
"Never go home. There are police and firefighters stationed in the lobby to keep people inside." Tim explained.
"Never go home? What will David do?" Wendy started trembling. "He's such a klutz."
"Never go home. David will survive. He has Seven."
"What about Kim, and Rache? He has them. doesn't he?"
"They will blame him for letting you come to New York."
"He'll blame himself for letting me come."
"25 minutes, Wendy,"
"Why can't I just push past the lobby guards and get away?"
"Wendy? The stairwells are jammed with people who don't know the other building fell. They think they have plenty of time. That's where most people die."
"I don't know, Tim ... I'm 59 ... Where would I go?"
"With me."
"Where is that?"
"To the future, for Rejuvenation, and then anywhen you would like to go ... as long as it's not the Twentieth century."
"20 minutes, Wendy." Tim said, "In 20 minutes, you're dead, and no one who counts knows you're here."
"I had to sign in ... the Visitor's Log."
"Wendy, the logs are destroyed in the fire."