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Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - My name's Blair, Blair James. This story is about how I met Morgan. She was twelve and I was just seventeen when we met the summer of 1930. The Depression was in full swing. Our life together spanned more than a century and I wouldn't have done it any other way. I could have, by the way. I really could have but I didn't and I'm the richer for it. And why I can say that is an integral part of my story.
I've always felt disconnected from reality in a strange sort of way. Life to me feels like Plato's shadows on his cave's walls. It's there, observable, but yet at times Life's not quite part of me. Or rather like Plato claimed I'm not in it, but observing it.
I know that sounds funny but let me explain it differently. I'm a time traveler. I'm contained in time but not ruled by it. I was born and someday I'll die but 'my time' and 'your time' are different things. Plus things are not what you might think they are as I move through time.
Your seconds, minutes and hours all happen in chronological order. My time passes just the same way but for me it's not in strict chronological order. For me it doesn't matter where or when I spend that time. And what ever time I'm in, my clock is running, be it sometime in the past or way in the future. A second is a second and each and every one adds up for me, just like it does for you.
The way I look at it is every life is allotted a certain number of seconds, minutes, hours, days and years. When that last second is reached, all that's left is death. After all, there is not a creature that escapes that finality of being given the gift of life. So, I try to use my allotted time to the best advantage.
Another quirk with my life is, I have no idea when, or where, I'll die. You might say just go forward until you don't see yourself anymore and then search backward. That won't work one bit. You see, I might have died thousands of years ago on say a trip to solve an age old mystery by going to watch the Pyramids being built. So how would I know that's the when and where I died. Plus, I have no idea how old I'll be at that time either. Like you, I don't think I want to know the how or when. Life still has its mysteries and my death is not one thing I'm going to go looking for.
So far I've been more interested in looking back rather than looking forward. But I have shifted, that's what I think of it as, into the future a little too. I do get curious about things, like when I was an eighteen year old College Freshman I wondered if I would be able to graduate from college or would I get lost in this time thing.
So to answer your question, yeah. I did graduate. Back then I shifted forward to late in the day of the graduation. I saw me with my cap and gown on and walk the walk to receive my diploma. So I knew I'd be able to accomplish that feat. And, NO, I didn't graduate with Honors. I could have, but that would have meant I'd have had to cheat to do that. I'm smart but not that smart. I never peeked at tests to get a good grade. You know, checked what the questions were after the test had been marked to find out the correct answers and get a good score. I do have some pride and that would have been cheating.
What I did do when I had a tough test coming or I'd forgotten until the last minute to do a paper or finish an experiment was to shift back just a little bit and give myself some extra study time. I considered that to be an exceptional skill I had and using it was similar to one of the 'Brains' being able to absorb subject material by rote or use photographic memory recall.
Although there is one thing I've cheated on, but only ONE thing. I'll explain that later. It will explain a little about me, but that can wait. For now, I'll pass on somewhat like my life is like and why I do what I do.
Earlier that school year I mentioned, I was working on a term paper for my Freshman English class. The assignment was pick a national event and write how it affected you. That's all the professor gave as guidance. I chose 9/11 from among the topics she'd listed on the blackboard. I wanted to be able to capture the feeling of horror of the moment in my paper.
I guess I was about five when I saw those two towers go down the first time. Yes, that's right. I have to say it that way because for me, I've seen them wrecked several times. The first time I saw them go down I was watching it happen on TV. But I've actually seen it, live and in person, from several vantage points. Each and every time it affects me in a different way.
As I said, I shifted to the morning of September 11, 2001. I guess I was there for nearly two hours, physically in New York City, watching the World Trade Center blown to smithereens. I arrived about eight-thirty and stayed until it was nearly ten-thirty. I got there just before the first plane hit North Tower.
It was early and I started out on the observation deck of the South Tower. I was the only person there because it didn't open until ten. I waited for about fifteen minutes, sitting on one of the benches there. I moved to the sturdy white railing and held on tight as I watched a Boeing 767 jet plane circle in from the distance and felt the sickening feeling once more when the north building shook. It brought bile to my throat and tears to my eyes as I thought about the three hundred or so lives that were lost in that initial instant of that tragedy.
All too soon I was forced to leave the towers of the World Trade Center and shift over to the roof of the Federal Building. When the smoke began billowing from the gaping hole the plane had left as it shattered the eightieth floor, I had to move. The wind took the smoke and blanketed the top of the South Tower. My eyes stung as I stood there transfixed and the acrid smell enveloped me. I could have gotten a spot on the North Tower but I'd done that once before and I can tell you that wasn't a good idea.
I'd decided on that visit to that horrible day to experience the beginning of the end of that tower. Like I said, it wasn't a good idea. Well, there was one corner of the roof which, I thought, would be clear until that first tower collapsed. Stupidly, I had the idea to be on the top of the North Tower and experience the beginning of the collapse and then shift to safety.
Anyway, right after the plane hit, the fireball rolled up the side of the building and caught the wind. It rushed across the top of the tower and nearly took my life too. I was nearly sixteen that time and my face got burned. On that trip I was in the horror and will never forget that feeling. Also I learned I was not invincible as my teen brain believed.
The unexpected searing heat and fumes caught me off guard and I almost lost consciousness. If I had, I wouldn't have been here today. I just would have been counted among the unknown. And I might not necessarily have even been counted at all. If any of me had been found, I would have been impossible to recognize or identify.
Now this is going to sound extremely weird. I guess on that trip I wanted to experience the hopeless feeling the trapped felt when the collapse happened. What I actually learned was to be very careful what I wished for or wanted to accomplish with a shift. Death had almost taken me because I was careless and underestimated what I was going to experience. I vowed not to let that happen again.
Luckily, I only came out of that one with a red face and some singed hair. I had no idea how I was going to cover that up when I got back into the normal time line. My mom caught me in the bathroom right after she got home from work. I'd only been back a few minutes myself. I was able to come up with an excuse that I'd been trying to light the barbeque and I got singed.
Of course, I learned another thing from that whole experience. If I hadn't made it back, no one would have been able to figure out why or how I'd disappeared. I didn't want to do that to my parents or any of my friends. It was then I decided I needed a partner or at least a confidant.
I chose Morgan. For now, like the cheating I mentioned, I'll leave the how and why Morgan became my partner, till later.