Chapter 9: The Final Battle

Stacy, Gabby, and I had done everything possible from our little island to make it safe up there.

We watched Linda die seven times up there.

Seven times.

Each time, we could go back in time and save her.

But seven times.

Watching the love of your life die from thousands of miles away seven times hurts a lot. It does much mental damage to you.

There were nights when I did not sleep. I would lie in bed and cry.

I was not the only one. I could hear Gabby and Stacy crying in their rooms.

At first, to ease the tension, we would make love. But, after a while, the thought of making love to anyone but Linda grew ... tiresome.

We stopped.

We all still loved each other. But what we were doing was just too difficult.

Still, to go back in time each time to save Stacy, Gabby and Stacy would have to cum while holding me or my hand. Sometimes I might be playing with them.

But it did get more difficult each time.

Fortunately, the accidents were easy to fix, but still painful to watch. A leak or a tear in the habitat or the rover. Running out of air. A rover flipping over on a rock.

And it was not just Linda who we watched die. In total, the girls on the moon died 74 times.

Seventy-four fucking times. We had grown very close to those other girls, very fond of them. We had never met them, but we had talked with them for countless hours. After all of those period repeats, did we go through the same conversations twice? No. We spoke with them to find out more about them.

We found that girls thought they were the only ones working with Sappers. They thought the other seven rockets on the pads contained supplies. All of them felt they were doing this in the name of research.

And still, we watched our friends die 74 times.

You can see why we were tired?

It took much work, but finally, things fell together. All of the work, all of the blood, sweat, and tears finally paid off. I have no idea how much time went by, especially since time was jumping back and forth and all over the place for us.

It had been years since us.

We stayed in shape and worked out ... but it aged us. One day, I found a clump of grey hair coming from my forehead and going behind my ear. At first, I was going to dye it ... but thought better of it.

Linda noticed our aging and questioned us. We provided enough details to let her know that things had not gone quite right a few times, but we were working on it.

She nodded silently and said she understood. I think she truly did.

The system Stacy had designed to detect the signal was perfect. With everyone spread out, we could pinpoint where the original signal originated.

The only problem was that I was 200 miles from everyone else as I watched the moon phase in and out, pieces getting closer.

I stood there helplessly momentarily, watching one piece phase out and getting so close that I could see individual chunks breaking off.

“Babe!” A voice behind me said suddenly. “Grab my hand!”

Linda! It was Linda!

I barely had time to look at her when she grabbed my hand with one of hers, lifted her skirt, and started playing with herself before the world went white.

When we popped back into the past, she smiled at me, hugged me, and placed her hand on my face, smiling into my eyes. “Sorry,” she said. “Gotta go!”

They popped away again.

Shit.

I was still 200 miles from everyone else.

It took me a day and a half to get back, running, walking, and hitching my way back to our house.

Gabby and Stacy were waiting for me. They were ecstatic.

“So far, we have heard from seven of the eight!” Stacy said. “Linda is all right! We think the other two might have just slightly timed their jumps off. We had a signal with all of them when the moon started falling apart.”

“Do we know where the signal came from?”

Gabby sighed and nodded. “From our fucking sex shop!” she said through gritted teeth.

A day later, all nine of the girls on the moon had been accounted for.

The trip back to Earth was flawless.

The touchdown on our island was flawless.

When Linda emerged from the capsule, I embraced her and held her like I had never. Her arms wrapped around me like they would never let go.

“Please don’t ever leave me,” I whispered.

She nodded. “You betcha!”

Even after that, she was the same Linda.

We sailed and flew back to the States, back to our home. All of the girls stayed with us.

It was a week before the moon was to blow up.

“I think our solution is pretty simple,” Gabby finally said. “It will take all of us, though some will have to play a larger role.”

She explained.