Chapter 1
After signing the papers Sam left at his office for me, I said, “Carol, I was scheduled to return home tomorrow, because of the papers I had to sign today. It seems odd to me that Eric, Phyllis, and Heather were scheduled to fly home yesterday. If they hadn’t been late to the meeting, they would also need to be here to sign papers today.
“A second odd thing is that after the reading of the Will, Alicia and I spent most of the day together and then this morning she decided to change her return flight to tomorrow. But, when she went to do that, she learned that she was already scheduled to return home on my flight tomorrow. She and Phyllis came here together and you would expect them to return together.
“Alicia and I don’t understand why Eric, Phyllis, and Heather were scheduled to fly home today, but Alicia was scheduled to fly home with me tomorrow. Do you know why things were set up that way?”
“Sort of, Jeb. That also seemed odd to me when I made the flight arrangements; so I asked Sam about it.
“Sam told me Charles had given him specific instructions on how to schedule the flights for the five of you. Charles always seemed to know exactly what would happen in the future. He told Sam that they would be late and Alicia would want to fly home with you. He said that by scheduling their flights that way, we wouldn’t need to do any extra work in changing their flights. Sam accepted Charles’s word because Charles privately claimed to be clairvoyant, and that certainly seems to be true.”
Alicia waited until we left the office before saying, “It looks like you were right last night, Jeb. Granddad used the Time Scope to watch their faces when Sam said ‘Today is that day.’
“My mom’s back was to me when Sam said that, so I couldn’t see her face, but I did get a good look at Uncle Eric’s and Aunt Heather’s faces. They were stunned Sam would say something like that to them. Then they seemed to realize Sam was only repeating granddad’s words, so both of them started to get angry. I suspect Mom was acting the same way.
“Aunt Heather could barely speak, when she protested Sam’s announcing their late arrival had resulted in them losing their full inheritance.
“I don’t think Sam likes them very much, and I can’t blame him. If it’s true, it is because they treated him rather poorly; even before granddad introduced me to him. That was over ten years ago.”
“You’re right about Sam not liking them, Alicia. Sam mentioned to me just before he left to talk with them that he agreed with your granddad’s opinion of his kids. He also said he had been looking forward to passing on Charles’s message to them for quite a few years.”
Housekeeping was cleaning the rooms on our floor when Alicia and I got back to the hotel, so we went back downstairs to the dining room for coffee and a light snack. An hour later, we were back in the room and in bed. Alicia reminded me she wanted to make sure that she was pregnant before we went back home. For some reason, it didn’t bother me and I cooperated.
After a very emotional and active bout of lovemaking, I said, “Alicia, It seems very odd to me that you committed yourself to me totally within a few hours of us meeting. Now you are adamant about me impregnating you immediately. Doesn’t that seem odd to you?”
“Yes, Jeb, those things crossed my mind before I fell asleep last night, and I don’t understand it. I know marrying you as soon as I can is the right thing for us to do. However, our agreeing to get married right away is odd because we both believe in long engagements.
“Jeb, my wanting you to get me pregnant right now, before we marry, is very shocking to me. But, it also seems like the right thing to do. Every time I say or think I need to get pregnant now, a part of me says we should get married first. However, the rest of me is determined to get you into bed again so I can get pregnant. I want to feel your sperm spewing against my womb’s opening. Every time that happens, an intense sense of satisfaction comes over me. It is almost as if getting pregnant is a mission that I want to complete successfully, and as soon as possible. That makes no sense to me, but that’s what I feel.
“Doesn’t it seem odd to you that you are so cooperative, Jeb? I don’t mean it in an egotistical way, but I know I’m a beautiful woman. Many men and a few women have said that to me. I rather imagine that most men would be more than happy to have me as their wife, if I was interested in them. But, for a man and woman to go from being strangers to wanting to be in a committed relationship with each other, and trying to get the woman pregnant in less than a day is very abnormal. Other than some of our food and sexual preferences, you and I have practically no idea what the other likes and dislikes. Frankly, I don’t think either of us really cares.”
“Yes, I totally agree, Alicia.”
“Somehow, you’re different, Jeb. With most men, it would have taken several dates before I acknowledged any appreciable interest in them and given them more than a small goodnight kiss. When we met, it was very apparent to me that we were both very interested in each other and I wanted to be in bed with you immediately. When you suggested we have dinner after we returned to the hotel, it seemed like you were proposing the start of a relationship that would lead to us getting married. I know that sounds crazy for you never said anything even remotely like marriage, but that’s what popped up in my mind.
“Then the next morning, you really surprised me. You told my mom you hadn’t proposed to me and didn’t plan to do so. That was when it really dawned on me that you were being affected in a way similar to the way I was being affected. We both just accepted that we would be married. Now we are doing our utmost to get me pregnant. Do you have any idea what is happening between us? I suspect something unusual is pushing us together, and it isn’t the letter telling us that granddad had monitored us and knew we would have a long happy life together. The intensity of our feelings is scary, and the speed at which our relationship is moving is totally insane.”
“I know, Alicia. Most of those questions and thoughts have occurred to me, too. When my curiosity turns toward assessing our situation, something always seems to happen to distract me. Strange as it may seem, I’m wondering if the Time Scope may have something to do with our relationship. It was sitting in Sam’s office when we met in his reception room. Right from the start, my behavior toward you was extremely unusual. I have never been that forward with a woman who I just met. Something compelled me to start a conversation with you. When I did, you were far more responsive to me than other women have been to me in the past. When I’ve been the slightest bit forward toward women, they usually gave me that ‘Get lost creep look’, and I backed off. Somehow, you don’t seem like the type of person that would respond so quickly to the advances of a strange man. As you said, your reaction to me seemed odd to you?”
“You’re right, Jeb. I don’t normally behave toward men the way I did to you yesterday. Now that I think about it, when you told me you had left that box on your bed, I panicked. I was so afraid that it wouldn’t be there when we got back to your room. In retrospect, my reaction was way out of line. It shouldn’t have mattered to me one way or the other. Then, I practically dragged you back to the hotel. When I saw the box on your bed, I felt an immense sense of relief. Does that make any sense to you?”
“No, it doesn’t. Something else that’s out of the ordinary for me is that when I opened that velvet box, I didn’t touch the Time Scope. Instead of taking it out of the box and experimenting with it, as I normally would, I locked it and the two letters in my room safe. Did you feel any compulsion to remove it from the case?”
“No, I didn’t. I’m a touchy-feely type of person. Normally, I would have taken it out of the case, but somehow it didn’t seem like the right thing to do. granddad had given it to you, and it didn’t feel right for me to handle it before you did. If nothing else, I would normally have asked you if I could look at it. But yesterday, there was a sense of wrongness to my even asking to touch it.”
“I sort of know what you mean, Alicia. Yesterday, something seemed to tell me to wait. This whole situation makes no sense. Don’t get me wrong; I’m very happy to have you in my life. If I have anything to say about it, we are going to grow old together and share every possible minute of life together.”
That was what I truly felt, and it must have been the right thing to say. Alicia gave me another long passionate kiss and pulled me over her again. Instead of settling between her widely spread thighs, I slid down and gave her breasts and nipples the attention they deserved. She was in a daze of lust. I don’t think she noticed when I slid down further and separated her pussy lips with my fingers and tongue.
When my tongue slid across her clit, she definitely noticed the attention I was paying her womanhood. Her scream pierced my eardrums, and her thighs slammed together covering my ears. I was unable to move my head, which was trapped between her legs. But, I could breathe and my tongue was close enough to lash at her clit, so I kept lashing it. That, set Alicia off again and again, and she kept my head trapped right where she wanted it.
She finally pulled her feet upward and slammed them down onto the bed, which thrust her hips upward. As her feet had moved upward, her legs had parted, and my head came free. My head lifted and moved toward her breasts just in time for my chin, instead of my nose, to connect with the upward thrust of her mons. With her hips thrust upward and held in the air, my lips slid down her mons, until I was able to suck on her clit. Alicia’s hips fell back to the bed with my mouth following. As I continued to lash and suck at her clit, Alicia again began to thrash on the bed, and her hands pulled my head firmly into her pussy. I hardly noticed the sting of my teeth cutting the inside of my lips when she had pulled my head to her pussy. My main want was to move up, so I could bury my cock in Alicia’s pussy. It was imperative that I release another load of my seed into her. I wanted it to seep into her womb and drench the egg that just had to be sitting there waiting. Whatever was behind our mutual desire for me to impregnate Alicia, we were both cooperating fully.
If it weren’t for my plans, we would have remained in bed for the rest of the night. I had made arrangements through the hotel for two tickets to a new, off Broadway production that was appearing at the Cadillac Palace Theater, and I had reservations at a nearby restaurant for us to have a late-night dinner after the show. I was so interested in watching a nude Alicia stretched out on the bed, as I made the reservations, the names of the production, theater, and restaurant didn’t register. Thank God, I saved the printout I was given listing the details of the theater and restaurant when I picked up the tickets.
Alicia had more experience than I did when it came to Broadway shows. We agreed that the show was not very good. I would have given it a rating of five on a scale of ten, and I might have stretched that to a six. Alicia said that at best, it deserved a three, but since she was in a generous mood, she would give it a four.
Dinner was much better than the show. During dinner, I made a joke about the show’s poor quality being the reason it was off Broadway. The party at the next table made it clear they didn’t appreciate my joke, but Alicia laughed.
Several after dinner drinks left us very mellow, and it was after midnight when we got back to our room. For once, since we met, common sense ruled our decisions. We slipped into bed, cuddled, and went to sleep. We had a ten-fifteen flight out of O’Hare in the morning, so we needed our rest. It had been a very active and tiring two days.
The next day, we made it to the gate with plenty of time to spare. We were sitting side-by-side in first class when the plane pushed back from the gate. Six hours and a few minutes later, we were collecting our luggage from SeaTac’s baggage carousel.