Second Timothy: A Sequel to STOPWATCH
Copyright© 2012 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 8: Windshift - the Whole Famdamnly
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 8: Windshift - the Whole Famdamnly - Wendy must make a major decision. Very major. After her rescue, in 1964, she meets the man of her dream. Man? Boy. In 2001 she journeys to New York to confer with her broker and...well...
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Magic Time Travel Humor Tear Jerker Polygamy/Polyamory First Oral Sex Anal Sex Slow
For the next few centuries...
'Few, my ass... 50 of the damn things.'
Wendy, don't interrupt.
'Will if I want.'
Wendy!
'Oh tell your damn story ... get it right. I'll be listening.'
For the next few centuries ... Wendy Wanzor Austin, quit grumbling.
'Nothing quite like the full name to know when to shut up!'
Well, do it then ... shut up.
'Yes, oh mighty master.'
W -e -n -d -y?
Laughter.
Too much chatter from the peanut gallery, girl.
'Girl? GIRL? I'll have you know I'm over five thousand years old ... girl my ass.'
You might be five grand but I control the watch. Gimmie dat thing.
Whether she wanted to or not, the watch left Wendy's cleavage. Tim snatched it and held it over his head as Wendy tried to climb up and snatch it back.
"If you want to keep traveling to the next Pharaoh, quit!"
"Actually, I'm getting damn tired of Egypt. Can't I go someplace else?"
The trouble with time travel is the sheer length of it. There's so much time and so little time to do it all. Wendy's course was set when the Tower collapsed.
Go to Rejuvenation. Study the history. Go back in time ... tell the asshole in charge what's going to happen to his sorry ass.
Rejuvenate. Study the history. Go back in time ... on and on and on...
A girl gets lonely ... being right all the time is no fun and the ONE time she decided to play with the facts ... sheer boredom, you understand ... the Powers that Be spanked her ass pretty good.
Plus ... she couldn't take her babies with her ... they died. Out living your kids and their kids and their kids is a definite bitch! Everyone but you gets old ... and that gets old.
Wendy was over it by the time the second Narmor combined the upper kingdom with the lower kingdom and changed his title.
Pharaoh?
What the fuck is a Pharaoh?
Just a name.
The problem with Pharaoes ... they die. And now there was a new religion springing up that denied that. The new priests are saying that the Pharaoh is a living god and gods don't don't die. As soon as the old husk was empty the 'essence' of the Pharaoh is instilled in the new Pharaoh.
Sounds good ... why do the priests need to spend so much time training the new guy? The dead one knew how to run the country ... why doesn't the new guy? How come the priests have so much to say about how the place gets run?
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