Robbing the Bunker
Copyright© 2001 by Knave of Hearts
Chapter 12: Getting ready to leave
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12: Getting ready to leave - Jack Lostridge is a blue collar kind of guy working to salvage an old government research facility. He's bored with his life, hates his job, and couldn't get laid in a whore house with $100. What he finds inside the old bunker changes his life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Mind Control Science Fiction BDSM Torture Oral Sex Slow
Despairing of finding the Time Travel Machine, I made plans for a more mundane escape from Mountain View. My plan was to go to my cousin's hunting cabin for a few weeks and then make my way to the city, where I could start afresh. I started by collecting things I will need, buying things with the credit cards I intended on leaving behind.
One day I came home as usual, but there was something wrong. I searched my apartment, trying to find what ever it was that looked out of place. It took me a while to put my finger on it, but I finally noticed that some of my books had been disturbed. It shocked me to realize that the first break-in had been a deliberate warning, to scare me.
This burglary was all business. Someone was looking for something particular and they were being very careful. Thankful that I returned all of the diaries to their hiding place, I began to intensify my escape plans. I packaged the diaries and schematics in small, waterproof containers, ready to be moved. I made and reviewed lists of what I'd need to live in the woods for a few weeks. I also read more about Brantwell's Time Machine, teasing myself about making "a clean getaway." I'd even selected a world called Hole-in-the-Wall as my hideout. The Wild West had always appealed to me and, if I could only find the Time Machine, it was within my grasp.
I was getting caught up in my plans to leave. One night, everything stopped. While I had been at a gun show one Saturday morning, Lucy surprised a burglar in my apartment. I found her body in my living room, a small bullet wound behind her left ear.
I called 911 immediately. The police came and questioned everyone. I sat in a squad car, numb and blaming myself for involving her in a situation I couldn't control. After the police left, I sat in my living room. Her death had accelerated my plans, I was going to leave that night, before anyone else could get hurt. I knew that the burglaries were professional, high school kids don't use silenced 9mm's and that's what the sergeant told me was the probable weapon.
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