Cleaning Up
Copyright© 2007 by RitalinUnderdose
Chapter 3
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Frank Risotto, a sanitation worker in Menlo Park, NJ, drives a state of the art, automated compacter bodied garbage truck. Frank is driving his route one day and in a blink finds himself in 1876. 19th century Menlo Park is a dirty place and Frank is just the man to clean it up.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Time Travel Humor Masturbation
The morning broke with the noteworthy absence of the alarm clock. It was however, replaced with the clucking of hens being pestered for their eggs. Frank stretched and then remembered he was supposed to have a hangover, which seemed to be as missing as the alarm clock.
He pulled back the covers and started to get up and thought, "Screw it. It's not like I have to get to the depot." He relaxed again and started to play with himself. Given that k-y jelly was a long way in the future, he just stroked gently and had a good head of steam going when there was a knock at the door and a pretty lass opened the door. Frank looked at her like a deer caught in the headlights. About the time he remembered there weren't likely to be any headlights now, the girl gasped and closed the door, saying "Mother asked me to let you know breakfast was being served now and not later!"
Frank groaned and put things away, dressed and went down to find ham and eggs waiting. Also, a furiously blushing girl. Mrs. Jordan looked at her and then at Frank, and snorted. "Mr. Edison stopped and asked you to join him at his laboratory. It's over yonder" and pointed.
After a hurried breakfast Frank went to find Edison, tripping over a bundle of rubbish on the stoop. They exchanged a few embarrassed words concerning the parting last night, and Frank got right to the point.
"This place is a dump!"
Edison pulled up, looking shocked.
"No, really! Look around you! There's trash over there in the corner! There's litter in the street! That tavern was disgusting! What do you people DO with trash?!"
Edison brought Frank to the window and pointed to the compost heap. "We keep a heap for gardening, and things that won't be good to grow with are tossed in the hollow behind the lab.