Chapter 4: What Are We Going to Do About That?

“So ... you took all of his stocks and bonds, and he still built all of that stuff,” Babe said as a matter of fact. Damn it, she always had a knack for pointing out the obvious stuff I had not seen.

I nodded.

“So ... how do we stop him?”

I let out a deep, long breath. It was about to get weird.

But I had been training for years. Maybe not particularly this, but for something. And that was this.

“I go to the moon and see what the hell is going on and try to stop him,” I said.

They looked at me like I had just shoved an asteroid up my ass. At that moment, it probably would not have been a terrible thing.

Babe blinked at me. “Sweety ... that sounds like suicide.”

I nodded. “It does. But, with some planning ... well ... this might happen. I might get through this without anything happening and the ... well, the moon not blowing up and destroying the Earth.”

The next stuff will sound fantastic, like sci-fi James Bond. But I swear it happened. If it had not, you would not be reading this.

First, we took all the old stocks and bonds I had taken from Sappers and cashed them in through several avenues. Gabby was most useful there, as she had some pretty wealthy connections for cashing in questionable items like that for pretty hefty fortunes.

In the end, we ended up with billions of dollars.

Then we laundried the fuck out of that money. Not to make it untraceable, but to get older bills.

Then we went back to 1977, bought a vast plot of land, construction equipment, and guys who knew how to use it. I even ended up using some of the Sappers’ people. Please don’t ask me how it worked out; I could never completely wrap my mind around all that timely wimey stuff.

In 1977, we launched a rocket to the moon. Gabby found the guy responsible for reporting things like mysterious rocket launches in the middle of the U.S. and fucked his brains out. So, the story never made it out. The government never knew. We were far enough in a deserted location, probably surrounded by Pacific water. No one saw the launch except for a few satellites that mysteriously lost their data.

While we had been building all of that stuff, Babe was training to be an astronaut. I shit you not. Yeah, it was she we shot into space.

When her capsule landed on the moon, she set up a living unit not far from one of the landing spots Sappers had marked on his moon map from 2012.

She returned, mysteriously unnoticed, and was rescued by a boat crewed by three horny girls who fucked the shit out of her once she recovered from her trip.

On a side note, if you ever get a chance to eat the pussy of a woman who has been on the moon, do it. Especially if you have eaten her pussy before. Somehow, a vagina which has been on the moon tastes different!

On another side note, watching her ride Gabby’s strap on while Stacy ass fucked her from behind was a HUGE turn on! Stacy fucks like an absolutely sweetie of a sweetheart, making sure she fucked my love’s ass nice and tender like. On the other hand, Gabby grasped Babe’s waist and slid in and out of her with a perfect rhythm that would make Ringo Starr tap his feet. She came three times getting fucked like that. I came twice, just watching!

We popped back to our time.

Babe shook her head. “I still do not know about this. I mean ... space is mean, Linda! It seemed like it was angry about space! Do not get me wrong, the view from the moon was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The pictures do not do justice. But, wow, space is a bitch.”

I sighed. We tried everything we could to stop the Sappers. Seeing what he was doing was my only chance. At least, I felt like it was. Like I said, I was never international spy material. Then again, it was not like we were going after some Goldfinger supervillain here. The sappers truly was a dumbass. A rich, spoiled little dumbass who thought his riches and time travel abilities would take him anywhere. But I digress.

We had worked so far and had done so much, but had gained so little.

We felt like we needed this.

Security at Sappers’ space compound was ... well, no security. It was easy enough to figure out the time and date of the launch, as there had been a rare earthquake reported in the area at that time.

A few days before launch, I hid in an extra spacesuit in one of the rockets.

Have you ever tried eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom in a spacesuit? Never mind. Only a few people can answer that question; I am sure they are not reading it. It is not much fun, and I will not go into the gruesome details. I was very relieved when launch day came.

I will not lie and say I was confident my suit would hide me. I thought Sappers would surely catch me once he entered the capsule.

Well, for one thing, it was not Sappers who entered the capsule, but some smoking hot blonde chick. From how she was built and acted, I felt she was a fellow time traveler.

She sat in another seat near the captain’s chair, or whatever you wanted to call it. At first, I was a little confused, wondering why Sappers were piloting this ship, then I remembered there were seven other ships in the launch pad. Supers had to be on one of them. I just happened to have chosen one he was not on.

Never once did she glance in my direction. She never once suspected she had a passenger.

Moments after she suited up, the whole place rocked. From our window, I could see debris falling from above. All the land that had covered the cave’s dome had been blown away. The rockets were now all pointing towards space.

Without any more ado, a short countdown began, and we were launched into space.

I may have blacked out.

OK, I blacked out. I don’t know if it was the Gs, the pressure, the lack of sleep, or all of the above, but the next thing I knew, the moon was full view of our window. I know enough about space travel to understand that the moon does not suddenly appear in your window until you are VERY near that fucker, so we were very close that fucker.

As I silently watched, she gained control of the controls and plopped us down for a nice, safe landing.