Chapter 1

"I pulled the weight up to my chest for the twelfth time. It was the third set. My left shoulder hurt like hell but I had to endure it. When I was finished, I used the towel to wipe the sweat from my upper body then lower. I had been working on my thighs too.

I heard steps coming from above then across the basement floor. Paige came in and smiled at me. I was tired and must look much worse than I usually was. She just took the towel from me and continued to take off the excess moisture.

It was hot. Our rental house didn't have air conditioning and to tell the truth it was an expensive luxury that few others could afford in 1958.

The pretty thirteen-year-old girl said, "You smell nice even when you work out."

I replied, "Fresh sweat isn't that bad but you're a horny woman and just want to butter me up."

She slapped me with the towel but used very little force. "I am not," she said with her fists on her hips. "Well maybe not much."

"Well give me a kiss and then you can scrub my back."

"Can't now. My mother told me to bring over your new shirt and not to touch each other's genitals."

"She's a cruel woman. Tell me about the shirt you made."

I got up with difficulty. Almost four months ago I was a dying sixty two year-old man. Lightning hit me and sent me back to my twelve-year-old body as it had been struck fifty years before. My memories and those of my younger self were crammed into the young skull of my former self. I couldn't detect very much of the old personality but I think he's happy watching what I am doing.

The burns from the lightning strike took time to heal and I had scar tissue over large portions of my body. My face thankfully would completely heal. My body was small for my age and my physical development would be very slow until I was half way through my seventeenth year. From then on I was in pain. I grew exceedingly fast and didn't stop. I ended up six feet tall but I was very wide and deep. My exercises at the time made sure I was very strong and helped me deal with the pain and awkwardness. The muscle between my legs would grow like the rest of me but at the moment it was similar to the rest of me. If I was tall enough, I could be the before picture in a body building ad.

I had two sisters. Maggie was fourteen and quite pretty. Susan was sixteen and even more beautiful. Our father had died when I was six. His passing had devastated the family. He was a dominant man but one that deeply loved his family. Mom was the type of person that needed a man like dad to function. It turned out that Susan was that way too. Without his guidance they seemed to grow in a deformed way.

Mom reverted even more to her cigarettes and a bottle. She had a condition that didn't allow her to work because she fainted unpredictably. It wasn't epilepsy and it was sometimes brought on by stress. She got government money to raise the three of us but she seemed to have lost interest in herself and us.

Susan had to fill the role of mother and caregiver, her meek nature notwithstanding. Her mind somehow twisted under the stress. Over the last six years she brought out her resentment on dad dying on all males and especially me. Though it started small she took delight in humiliating and torturing me.

When I came back to this time I had spent forty years trying to come to terms of how I had been warped to become. When it looked like everything would happen again I was forced to change our destinies. Susan was beaten and then dominated instead of me. I took control of her life, as dad would have done when she was ten. In the last three months she had adjusted to the new situation very well. I enforced my control only sporadically and only did it so she could be comfortable knowing her place. It was not something that had to be done in a mean way so I didn't.

Susan had a gang of girls who she forced into doing what she wanted. Being anti-male, meant that their sexual orientation was directed toward their own gender. Maggie had been one of that same gang though I think she was forced to join.

When I took control of Susan, I had to take over her gang too or face her slipping back to her old ways. I had enough years to know that I could not go against their basic nature. The girls liked girls, so I made it easy for them to continue relieving their sexual tensions. In the process I endorsed their actions and freed them from guilt. It may be rationalisation but that's the way I felt.

My twelve-year-old body would not be pumping out baby juice until long after others of my age were doing so. I could use my mouth and hands but that was like kissing for me. I could get an orgasm but it took a lot of effort and it was completely dry. Inside I felt good for what I was doing and this helped me continue.

Mom was now called Jane. She too needed someone to direct her and the use of her first name assisted me in guiding her. Calling her mom would only remind her that I was her son. Assuming the role of my long dead father was the best. I took this job very seriously.

Paige was the girl next door. In my old life I had wanted to marry her. We had always been together. When I got over my shyness I started to date and she was just one of the girls but although she was by far the nicest. The last year of school we settled down to just each other. I left to join the Canadian Air Force to find a way to earn a living. Somebody else had come along and swept her off her feet a few years after when I was in Germany, and I was left out in the cold.

Today that was not going to happen. Paige knew I wanted her for my wife and so did her parents. Her mother knew we had sex but didn't keep us completely apart. The parents demanded that I only take a portion of her time. She now talked much more with her mother, Nora, and learned how to cook and, of course, sew for me.

The shirt was very well constructed. I took it off so I could have a bath. "I'll come over when I wash up and model the shirt for you. It looks great and I'll be happy to wear it to school when it starts."

"Do you know what classes you are taking? You told me what I should take and I applied for them."

"I can get by with what's in my head and don't want to get bored in school. I'm going to try to take the subjects that are difficult for me. The school, I think, won't allow me to rock the boat like I did in grade eight. By law I have to take some type of English course and some type of math course. After that it's a matter of putting in the hours necessary."

"Are you going to be in some of my classes?"

This she had asked before and seemed to hope for a change. "They put up schedules for each grade nine class and I have no idea which lunch we will have. Two classes combine for shop, gym or Home Economics and they are always the same classes. The things I want to learn are not things that you like. I can do some woodwork but a class of it may be fun like school used to be. There's Auto, Welding, Refrigeration, Industrial Chemistry, they are good but you would be bored. There's also Music and Art but it would have to be luck that got us together. I'm not good at either of those subjects but that makes it more of a challenge. I was thinking of taking Home Ec for the cooking. Besides I may get to be with you then."

"Euuuu that's for girls."

"You and the rest of society are too firmly into stereotypes. When a boy leaves home and goes to university he knows nothing of how to cook or mend his clothes. Girls can't change a simple flat tire. I think that both genders should bend just a bit so they are not lost when they are on their own."

We walked upstairs hand in hand. We both knew that when the time was right we would get married and when the time was right we would start having children. In a way, I already had one. Corinne and her young nanny had been kidnapped. From my previous life I remembered the details. I raced in where angels feared to tread and rescued the three-year-old child. We had been on the run from the kidnapper and in the process we formed a family. I was the daddy and she was the loving daughter.

Jane was doing dishes as I got closer and I patted her bum as she wiggled it appreciatively to me. "Stop that or I'll drag you upstairs."

"Ha, you would do it down here and get Paige to help."

"I'll get you tonight and teach you a lesson."

"Can't do that either. It's Maggie's turn."

"Maybe I'll sleep with both of you then."

"Mmmmm now that's interesting. Watch out though she has a weapon."

"Mmmm now it's my turn to be interested."

The doors were open and our sex was a very open secret. Jane dropped hints but had not joined us. I knew that she wanted to be told then forced. I imagine in her mind she saw me as my father and wanted to keep our loving more private.

I had my shower and hurried to change. Jane was there first though and was lying naked on the bed. My hormones had not come in. I could, though, remember what it used to be like. I was an empathetic person and got a lot of enjoyment out of giving others pleasure.

In seconds I had her knees to her breasts and I was sucking and licking at her engorged clit. My fingers were in her opening and Jane started to really respond then. I sucked harder and used my other hand to caress her anus. She really liked that and when her orgasm came I plunged my thumb into her lower opening.

She screamed loudly. The windows were open and I was sure the neighbours three blocks over heard her. Her gyrations slowly came to a halt and I never gave her a rest and worked my lips and hands to keep the good feelings going as long as possible.

When she was done I walked on my knees and pushed my small dick into my mother's mouth. She sucked avidly for she loved this position. This was her place to serve her man and she was content. She was talented and eventually I danced that small dance of death while holding her to me. She liked it with my hands in her hair and I did too. I must be a lot like my dad.

Susan and Maggie were watching us from the hall but our mom couldn't see. Both girls were rubbing themselves and I knew that they would soon run off to their bedroom to get that special feeling for themselves too.

I kissed Jane. "Jane, do men fuck your ass."

"Some do but they pay extra. I have to like them and they have to be small."

"Paige is sensitive there too. Pretty soon I'll see if she's going to give me that last opening. After that I'm going to take yours too if you want."

She smiled at me and pulled my abdomen close to her face so she could lay her head against me. "I do Jeff. You know I'll do anything for you."

"I know Sweetie but you'll do it even faster if you like it."

She looked up at me and smiled to let me know that this was true. On the way out, I looked into my sisters' room. They didn't bother closing doors now as if flaunting their present lifestyle.

"Save some for me tonight, Susan. Maggie sleeps with me."

Susan picked up her wet face and said, "I'll save a little if you are nice to me."

"I'm always nice. I love you an awful lot."

"Then how come you made us miss our lunch?"

They worked at one of my companies. I ran a carwash that featured pretty girls with thin blouses. Guys paid a lot more to get their car washed as long as they could ogle the girls. "You are both eating your lunch. I'll put some food out for you though."

Another quick shower and change made me feel better. When I got downstairs I found that they already had sandwiches made. I made up a pitcher of orange juice and put the jug on the table with glasses.

The mail had come in so I leafed through it. There was a lot for me. I expected the summons any day now for Goldbalm's trial but I knew he would stall as long as possible.

I always liked music. I was up on theory and fair at playing. I had scored my own music for fun but it was never as good as what a professional could do. When I came back to this time I worked to copy all the hits I knew that would be written in coming years. I wanted to sell outright as opposed to going through the hassle of recording and then distribution. My abilities were not good enough anyway. At present, I had four songs for sale but nearly thirty more were sitting in my room. I was plagiarising books too but I was not too concerned ethically. My book or the movie from the book would be a fact and an author would just pick a different topic to write about when the urge struck him. I was not stealing another's ideas for the man or woman would not even have the ideas yet in their head.

My songs had only gone to Canadian companies because of tax laws. Canadians were far too timid and I figured I would have to get American companies to purchase the songs. To avoid double taxation I would have to set up an American corporation to handle all this. If I took no money for myself then only the corporation would be taxed.

Another thing that I had brought back with me from the future was my knowledge of many devices. Some I had even patented and made a good deal of money from. None were famous but you could still see them in many homes. All this took a considerable knowledge of mechanics, electronics, chemistry and mathematics. The last one had to be used with the patents to prove certain points. My curiosity and money had allowed me to take university classes even when I was in my late fifties. I had made lasers and quite a few other devices just because it was fun and interesting. I could justify the write-off because of my electronics businesses. Some of this fun had actually been put towards my last patent.

I had a laser patent out for consideration. It was played low key to keep the people away until I was ready for them. I had enough of this hassle.

A psychiatrist that was crazier than his patients took an interest in me. When told to fuck off he didn't seem to understand me. When he finally did, he set up a situation where I was going to be convicted of a crime unless I cooperated. It was almost foolproof except that the grandfather of the kidnapped girl I rescued, decided to help. He used a great deal of his own money to ferret out the truth and now a lot of charges were laid against those that falsely accused me.

When the man was convicted, I was going to sue to recover all the money I spent trying to prove my innocence and attempt for a good punitive award. This amount would have a direct bearing on how I was seen in the community. A simple boy would get little but a very well respected young man would get far more. His two accomplices were rich and could afford to contribute to my war chest as well.

Nora's home was always open to me and I walked in and kissed Paige's mother then her daughter. "Good afternoon ladies. What's that good smell floating around your house?"

Paige stood tall. "It could be stew with dumplings but I don't know if I want to give you any."

"Why Honey Bunch? Or am I not husband material anymore?"

"You talk about food instead of telling Mom what you think about the shirt I spent a lot of time making for you."

"I am sorry Honey Bunch. Please give me another chance."

She tried to keep her smile in and said, "Well, maybe this time."

"Thank you Honey Bunch."

I turned to a smiling Nora and said, "Mrs Newfield, I would like to thank you for training your most beautiful daughter to sew; and to cook I might add. She has made me a beautiful shirt that I'm very proud to wear."

Nora couldn't hold it in and laughed loudly. "She's eager to learn, especially if it's for you."

"I know. She'll make a great wife and a fantastic mother some day and may even be as good as you."

Now both women blushed though Paige tried to appear stern. A few moments later I got some stew too.

The rest of the day was spent writing a future history in point form. I had a good memory but it was not infallible. Sometimes putting details down allowed me to recall others. This was inefficient without a computer but until they made a word processor and a home computer, I would be stuck with pen and paper.

My version of 'Jaws' had been recently completed. I sent it to some of my former grade school teachers for editing. When the job was done and I had enough surplus cash, I would get the book worked on by a professional. After that it was just a matter of finding an agent that could flog the book for me. 'Jaws' was actually a script so it would go to the movie studio first. If they 'bit' then I would send out the book form before the movie came out. This was backwards but next time I would do it right.

Maggie and I made love that night as Susan looked on. Susan had her hands under the sheet and used the dildo. I was making love to Maggie with my lips to a pair of orgasms. Now I was between her legs thrusting my small pecker into her depths. As an adult, I had a great deal of practice, and my testicles and prostate had worked very well to give both my ladies and me a lot of pleasure. It was the prostate that would have ended my life if I had not been given a second chance.

Maggie held me tight and didn't use her fingernails any more. She, like the rest of the Congdon women, got carried away. Sometimes it was their screams but many times I was clawed too.

Maggie flexed her pelvis quickly trying to get just that little bit more. I worked hard to drive my own pelvis into her and move just right to give her clit what she needed. She started to growl and I knew she was on the home stretch. Susan got out of bed and got close. I worked even faster then started to tell Maggie how much I loved her. She mumbled words from her jumbled brain and began to make more noises as her body started to go wild.

Susan got in position and kissed Maggie while reaching out and pinching one of Maggie's nipples and her own clit. They came within seconds of each other and Maggie came again as I called out my own release.

I slept contentedly beside Maggie even though the night was warm. The love would have to last for a week or so. Tomorrow I had to go to Gravenhurst to attend the coroner's enquiry into the man I killed. I would give what information I could about the deaths of the other two men and what I knew about Geraldine the nanny. This had to be fabricated though for the men didn't die as what it said in the police report.

Jane, Susan, Maggie, Paige plus Jennifer and Angela came to see me off. The bus driver looked appreciatively at my send off party and I took my seat. I was able to wave as the bus left the yard.

Jennifer and Angela were members of Susan's gang, but now I guess they were members of mine. Both girls though had problems at home. Angela's brothers were macho and thought it proper to hit her. Jennifer's father and brother were molesting her.

The bus followed highway eleven south. There were no real highways in Canada besides the Queen Elizabeth Way, and that was from Toronto to Fort Erie only. All the roads including this modern highway had level crossings and traffic signals. This would not change for a long time.

A heavy set woman with a small boy on her lap sat across the aisle. She had been looking at me for quite a while, then said, "Hello young man. Are you the person that was in the papers recently?"

"I am afraid I am." I didn't like to lie but I think I needed to learn to find ways to do this without bothering my conscience.

Her face brightened us as if she found a golden piece of gossip. "What was it like saving that little girl?"

"Ma'am, it hurts to think of it. I simply did what I must and I hope to forget the matter altogether. I know the memory will be with me for the rest of my life."

The woman looked a little shocked. I turned to look out the window again. All around me I heard a lot more talk and most of it wasn't whispers. It was a long two hours but it had been much longer when I travelled the first time thinking about the two girls killed in my past future or was it the future past.

People got on and off the bus all the time. Most of the time the seat beside me was unoccupied. It usually was only a short time until they learned who I was from the gossip. In various ways, I had to say the same thing again and again. One woman was even indignant and left to sit elsewhere.

Doctor Roberts was conducting the enquiry. His family was even putting me up for the stay. I was still twelve in my body and everybody felt that I had to have some adult guidance.

The good doctor had a wife named Sarah. She was around thirty-five and very motherly. She had three children. Matt was a year older than me. Her daughter, Joan was eleven and the youngest was a seven-year-old boy named James.

Matt was a little put out to have to bunk with his little brother when I took over his bedroom. The three had heard a bit of what I had done. Matt thought that I did just what he would have done. James was frightened of me and I'm sure he must have heard about me from his brother. Joan batted her eyes and looked in love. I was the white knight she dreamed of but never met until now. This information though was withheld from me until the next day.

Sarah wanted the juicy details and I mentioned the children being affected and I added about how I felt justified in everything I had done but felt reluctant to think about it when it was not necessary.

"That's ok Jeff. I should have thought of the children but it's not often that we get a real live hero in out home."

"I would much rather be known for what I invent or make than taking a man's life no matter how much he deserved it."

The good doctor said to get the conversation altered, "What are you thinking of inventing or making?"

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