House
Copyright© 2012 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 9: After the Call
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 9: After the Call - On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Mind Control Drunk/Drugged Magic Science Fiction Time Travel Humor Extra Sensory Perception Space Mystery Spanking Light Bond Orgy Harem First Oral Sex Anal Sex Petting Slow Nudism
"What do you mean, 'he bought the house'?" John asked.
"He bought the house from Herr Muller in Bern." Jezebel said, "I listened to the phone call."
"You listened to the call?" Jerry questioned.
"Yes." She still hadn't caught her breath from the sprint from the Shell station to the hotel.
"Jan didn't say anything." Jake is the operations guy. The operator reports to him.
"Jan couldn't listen. He's got a coin that stops people from listening to his phone calls."
"So ... how did you listen?" Jason asked.
"I was standing next to him when he made the call."
"You didn't hear Herr Muller?" suggested Jake.
"I could only hear David speak."
"You don't know what Herr Muller said? You don't even know if he actually talked to him." John looked slightly relieved.
"I only heard David."
"I've got to check with Herr Muller." John suggested as he reached for the phone.
"He's not at Altifiord."
"He's not? How do you know where he is? How did David talk to him?"
"David called Altifiord, in Bern. They transferred him to Herr Muller's home. He was just sitting down to dinner."
"How did David know to call Altifiord?"
"He knows someone in Washington, at the Treasury Department's head office." She held up her hand as the whole gang of old men were preparing to jump down her throat.
"He dialed the number himself after he had Jan connect him with the Washington operator.
"He put his quarter in the slot. He dialed a series of numbers and I heard loud beeps in reply to each group. He has some kind of password and counter password. Whoever he talked to told him about Altifiord and Bern. He hung up ... his quarter dropped in the coin return."
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