Chapter 1

David drove a truck for a living. He used to drive all over the United States but recently got on a route that got him home every night. He had to drive four hours one way to deliver his product, get reloaded and drive another four hours home. His two children would soon be leaving the house and he wanted to spend as much time with them as he could.

David came home after a hard day at work and put his lunch box on the counter, said hello to his children and let his dog out to run in the fenced in backyard. He then walked to his bedroom to change out of his blue jeans and t-shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a fresh t-shirt. He noticed the gray hair above his ears and his receding hairline and sighed. Driving was hard on him. Not so much physically, but emotionally it was draining. The long hours behind the wheel gave his mind too much time to think about the things he regretted in his life. The things he would change if he had to do it all over again. There were a few things he never regretted. He never regretted marrying a wonderful wife twenty-one years ago, nor did he regret his son that was almost twenty or his daughter that was seventeen. He walked to the living room and sat on the sofa and opened his laptop across his knees.

"Here Dad," John, his son, said holding a box out to his father. "I was at a junk shop and the owner almost begged me to get this out of his store."

"What is it?" David said taking the box and opening the top. There was a four-inch round silver metallic ball sitting on a black velvet lining.

"Haven't a clue," John said. "If you look at it for a while, you see strange patterns on it. It's kind of neat."

David looked at it and sure enough, the longer he stared at it the more strange patterns started swirling on its surface. It was hypnotizing and David found it hard to look away and only did so when John closed the lid of the box.

"You're right," David said looking at his son. "It's pretty neat."

John shrugged his shoulders as he started walking away. "I thought you might like it.

David set the box next to him on the sofa and went back to playing his game on his laptop. He really enjoyed the mindless games that came with his operating system because it gave him a chance to unwind after a hard day at work. He decided to take a shower and closed his laptop, setting it on the coffee table in front of him. As he stood up, the box that he almost forgot about bumped against his leg. Picking it up, he went to the master bedroom to get ready for his shower.

He stripped down to his underwear, leaned against the side of the bed and picked up the box again. He didn't know why but a memory of when he was seventeen flashed into his mind. He had a particular bad day at school and wanted nothing more than to be left alone. He was leaning against his bed wishing, dreaming of how his life could be different.

As he glazed at the silver orb, the same strange patterns started swirling around the silver orb and a black spot formed in the middle of it. The longer he stared the bigger the spot became until a bright flash of light burst from the orb pulling him through the dark hole the spot had become.

He felt strange, like he was out of sync with the world for a moment. He could have sworn that he was in another bedroom getting ready to shower and he was an old man. "Well, I didn't feel old, but damn, fifty is old!" he thought to himself.

Slowly it came into focus. He was seventeen again and although he did not have any specific memories, he realized he had fifty years of knowledge and experience. He looked down at the box in his hand holding the silver orb and had no idea how it got there but knew instinctively that he needed to protect it at all costs. He went to his favorite hiding spot and carefully set it down, covering it with an old t-shirt.

He had come down to his basement bedroom to go to sleep but there was no way that he was going to be able to fall asleep now. Too many things running through his mind, too many possibilities of what all this could mean. Finally after hours of contemplating his situation, sleep overtook him.

David woke up feeling excited about the day. He was not sure what was going to happen but he hoped that whatever it was, it will be exhilarating. He quickly dressed and went upstairs to the only bathroom in his parent's house, did his business and then went in search of something for breakfast.

"Good morning," his mother was standing at the kitchen sink, already dressed and ready for work. Over the past several months, David started admiring his mother's curves. Her full, round ass and shapely legs never failed to make his teenage cock twitch. He took any opportunity he could to try and sneak peeks at her ample breasts but the most he ever saw was the top swell and some cleavage. She turned and looked at her son as he entered the kitchen and saw something different about him. She couldn't quite identify it but knew something had changed.

"Morning," was his only reply.

Margaret wanted to ask questions to try and find out what was going on with him but decided against it, figuring he wouldn't tell her any way. "Maybe he just did not get a good night's sleep," she thought to herself.

"Remember, this is the weekend your father and I are going out of town. We'll be back Sunday afternoon." She looked at her son and walked over to him. He hated it when she ran her fingers through his hair but she did it anyway.

"I hope you enjoy yourselves," David said with a grin. He finished his breakfast, grabbed his schoolbooks and said good-bye to his mother as he walked out the door and got in his car. He saw his mother standing at the window watching him leave so he waved to her as he drove off.

David hated school, hated the kids at school, and hated the teachers. He hated everything about the place. This morning there was something different about his attitude. He felt more confident, more of "If they don't like me, screw 'em" attitude."

"Hey, asshole!" Troy Morgan said shoving David into his locker causing him to drop his books. "Get out of my way, I need to get to my locker" Troy commanded.

David turned and saw two of the star football players behind him. "Oh, this is not going to happen any more," he thought to himself. Since the first day of the school year, Troy had demanded that David move and let him get to his locker first. Like an idiot, every day David got out of the way. Today was going to be different. David faced his adversary and without any hesitation and with as much force as he could muster, planted his foot squarely in the groin of the football player. The laughter, the noise, the commotion of the hallway froze as Troy's eyes bulged from their sockets, his face went white and his mouth hung open as he grabbed his crushed balls before dropping to the floor.

Kurt Mattis, the other football star, jumped on David's back and got him in a chokehold. Without thinking, David grasped the arm around his neck and twisted his body to the left and dropped while rolling to the floor. This flipped Kurt over his shoulder and they both landed on the floor with David landing on top. The fall drove David's shoulder into Kurt's chest, knocking the breath out of the surprised teen. As quickly as he could, he straddled Kurt's shoulders with his knees and pinned him to the floor. Using his forefinger, started poking Kurt between his eyes for punctuation said, "Don't..."

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Fuck..."

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"With..."

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"Me..."

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