Chapter 4

Six weeks later, David Newsong returned to being Ryan Sanders for his time in court as a witness. Ryan was joined by his wife and three children. The testimony went as planned and James Vakelpa was convicted.

Since there was no need to transport vehicles between time, they didn't use the big hangar. In the adjoining building to the hangar was a separate room that transported people between the present and the past.

After the FBI's need for Ryan was over, the family returned to the transport center to go back to Timetown. The family waited outside the conference room with Steve and Monday while a technician was in the room going over the safety check.

"All set," the tech said as he exited.

Ryan's head swung around and looked back at the tech. Had he seen him before?

"Let's go," said Steve, urging them into the room. He was fucking Mrs. Berry tonight. She was a cute 30-year old redhead and he didn't want to miss it.

"Next stop, Timetown!" called out Steve. When the momentary journey was completed, he walked to the door.

Becky and Mark rushed to the door and fought to be the first one out. Mandy, now Amy again, carried Matt and went over to keep the kids out of Steve's way.

A chill went down David's spine. The tech! He came to the door in the middle of the night after the shooting!

Steve Barnett cracked open the door.

The explosion instantly killed the agent. Becky, Mark, and infant Matthew were immediately killed. Amy was rushed to the hospital and died two hours later. Monday was thrown against the wall and fortunately suffered only a concussion. She was kept overnight for observation.

While physically David was unharmed except for minor bruises, spiritually and emotionally he was near-fatally wounded. His soulmate, his lover, his wife, and his best friend was gone. Alone in his house, he watched and rewatched his wedding video when Amanda Williams took Ryan Sanders as her wedded husband. His heart was ripped out.

FBI agents came to his house often at first. He surmised correctly that it was a suicide watch. If there was any chance of a retrial, they would need him to testify again. Agent Barnett's replacement, Robert Brown, came over after a couple of months to try to convince David to get on with his life by going back to work. David knew Brown was following orders from above, but the pep talk worked anyway.

David requested to return to work in the grid and powerhouse. Monday Morse was still there, but he looked so sad and morose that she currently had no sexual interest in him. She dabbled lately with the new agent and was happy to discover that he was "well-endowed Brown". Day after day, David mindlessly ran configurations and experiments on the grid. It killed time and temporarily made him forget the emptiness that was in his heart.

A month later, he saw a covered wagon via the grid cameras. It was cool! He requested material to build his own covered wagon. He also requested two horses that he could take care of and use to pull his wagon. The FBI were happy to comply and were pleased to see his life and vigor restored.

David built his wagon and drove it around town.

He was still not happy.

Out of curiosity, David went to the powerhouse to see the maintenance crew work on a problem with one of the generators.

"Just what is this black dust always on the floor in here?" he asked.

The janitorial crew came in every day to sweep it up.

"Just something the generator sheds," the foreman answered. "Just the way it works. Hey, watch out!"

David turned just in time to avoid being conked in the head by a worker carrying a metal pole. He slipped and fell into the dust.

"You okay?" asked the foreman. David was covered in dust. "I've fallen into the dust before. A few times actually. You need to shower and wash your clothes to get it off. Probably two or three showers."

David left but he didn't go straight home. Today was his wedding anniversary and he missed Mandy! He missed her companionship so deeply. He dated a few single women in Timetown but none interested him. One woman immediately invited him to bed upon his arrival to her house. He declined. None of them could match Mandy. He stopped his car and walked into the undeveloped areas. He went a couple of miles until he could go no further because he reached the grid.

He was the one in prison! He was trapped in time and in space. If only he could start anew!

He lifted his filthy, dust-covered hand and pressed it at the grid. His arm went deep into the grid! He pulled it out, looked at his hand, and then slowly reinserted it. It slipped inside again. He tried his other arm but he couldn't push it in past his watch. The black dust didn't cling to his watch so it was mostly clean. David pondered.

Monday asked David to investigate an unusual grid fluctuation that occurred the day before. After his research, he discovered the cause was his arm entering the grid. He told Monday the cause was related to the maintenance on the generators. The answer satisfied her.

The following few days, David contemplated and cogitated. He formulated a plan.

David went the next day to the powerhouse and asked the cleanup crew to collect black dust for an experiment he was working on.

During lunch the same day, David asked Monday, "Would you like to come over to my place for dinner?"

"Me?" she said surprised. She looked around to see if someone else was in earshot of his question.

"I make great Italian. It will be a chance to get to know each other outside of our work environment."

"Okay," she agreed. She looked at David with curiosity.

David prepared for his dinner with Monday. He dimmed the lights and placed candles on the table. He dressed up in a suit and tie. He settled on the Beatles at low volume on the stereo because he lacked romantic music.

Monday arrived in blue jeans and a sweater. She entered his house and looked around in amazement at all the preparations.

"I feel greatly underdressed," she said.

"You look beautiful as always, Monday," he complimented. "We will see about underdressed later."

Her eyes widened. Did he say what she thought he said?

"Go ahead and sit down. The lasagna is ready."

She sat down in the dim flickering candlelight. She was glad for the dim light because it hid the smirk on her face. Was he actually trying to seduce her? After all this time? She decided to see how it all played out. David delivered lasagna, Greek salad, and breadsticks to the table.

"Now one rule," he said as he sat down. "We are not to talk about the grid or work. Agreed?"

"Agreed!" She smiled back to him.

They talked about their histories and growing up. As dinner ended, they both separately decided that they were having a good time with the other.

"Please have a seat on the couch while I put everything away," David said.

"Oh, let me help."

"Nope," he said and raised an index finger. "You are the guest." He gave her a big smile. "Be with you in a moment."

Monday sat patiently on the couch. She caught a glimpse of him every time he traversed from the dining table to the kitchen. She was intrigued ... and a little excited. All they did was talk. She liked that. Normally, she or her sex partner was driving home already. David was different. Had she missed out in life by going so fast to the sexual act? Her nipples hardened. She rued that her body was so sexually conditioned. She wanted to just enjoy these moments.

David sat on the couch and faced her. He sat a distance that was in-between where friends sat and where dating couples sat. They continued to get to know each other through conversation. Monday was grateful when she asked about his past family and he said he didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to hear about his wife anyway.

Over the hour, David slowly slid closer to her. She did not realize it until he took her hand in his. As the conversation continued, he slowly and softly caressed her hand between his thumb and fingers. Monday was amazed how stimulating it felt. Her clitoris engorged and she squirmed as rivulets of lubrication moved inside her pussy. Eventually her mind felt fuzzy.

"What was that you said?" she asked in confusion. She felt so hot. Was it her or the house? She looked at him. He was much closer to her now.

"May I kiss you?" he asked.

She slowly nodded her head.

David moved inward and softly lingered on her lips. She sighed. They kissed again and more naturally. He broke away and slowly kissed up her jawline toward her ear. She shivered as he neared her ear. He slid to her neck and she crooked it to give more access.

"Oh God!" she whispered as he kissed down her neck.

Monday panted hard. David stood up and she looked up at him in disappointment that he stopped. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet. He guided her to his bedroom.

OH GODDDDD!" moaned Monday on his bed as David tongued her clit and between her labia. She was cumming.

"Go inside me," she said huskily.

"OHHHH!" she groaned in renewed stimulation when he instead licked her labia harder. He became more aggressive. She felt fantastic! She loved it! She rose to the top of the wave again in just a few minutes. Shit, this was good!

He slid up her body and sucked on her tits. At first, she was self-conscious because his wife had large breasts but with the rapt attention he gave her tits, she soon forgot about it.

He moved forward again and his cock slid easily into her. She sighed peacefully. She readily moved toward another orgasm. When she panted harder and moaned louder, David stopped fully inside her and waited until she subsided. He then began again with slow strokes. He repeated it at least four times. Finally, he was too close and he thrusted faster and harder into her pussy.