Timeslip

[Sir_Roger]

Closed for Sir Roger & Pywakit.

OOC


The year is 1857, John Reynolds is the proud captain of a brand new steam powered ship, the Emily Brown.
He is 40 years og age, and stands 6 feet tall, with dark hair, and blue eyes. He is deeply tanned, and very muscular.

IC

It was beautiful morning, this May the first in the year of our Lord 18 hundred and 57.
I looked over the stallion the Charles Dupree had arranged for me to ride out on today, he was big, at least 18 hands, and a magnificent animal to boot. JHis name was Napolean, and I wondered, did he and the Frenchman share similar attributes. I chuckled though, certainly not in height, no way could this horse be termed "the little corporal".

I had known Charles for a few years now, ever since I had been sailing into Charleston it seemed. We has d almost been drawn together, brothers more than friends I would say, some even thought so. Anyway, the plan was that I would stay a few days on the plantation, while my vessel was turned around, and loaded with cotton for the return journey to Liverpool.

First I would ride for an hour, prior to a pleasant day in Charles`s company, before an evening in Charleston, ending up no doubt with some young maidens for us both to enjoy. I had never married, my sexual desires being asmply filled by the maidens on offer in ports across the world.

As I headed out , I could see a few dark clouds gathering in the distance, but I did not worry too much, I doubted that they would be a problem before I returned.

After that it all became a little hazy, I do remeber lightning, and a tremendous crash of thunder, and then pain, very serious pains, in my head.

And then............

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica Rowen

OC: Jessica Rowen, 25 years old, shoulder-length black hair, green eyes, pierced nose, ears, tongue (and probably more), tribal tattoo on small of back, lithe and limber body with ample curves. Works as an art director for a nature photography magazine.

IC: Jessica finished her stretches and checked one last time to make sure the door was locked, then queued up some Nine Inch Nails on her iPod. The scenery out here was so beautiful, so serene, that the hard, industrial sounds of good ol' Trent Reznor and friends seemed all the more cutting as a result. She loved the irony of it all.

Jessica had jogged the route before, a brisk 3 mile route that took her down by the creek, over the old bridge, then up along the far side of the old orchard, and then finally back up the hill to the house.

The house. She was still a little in shock about it. Was it only a month ago that she'd received the letter that informed her of the inheritance? She didn't even know she'd had an Uncle Cyrus living down near Charleston, but he had apparently known about her. She'd never really used any of her vacation, and so she'd put in for two weeks at the end of the magazine's cycle. The rest of the art directors would have their hands full picking up the slack while she was out, but fuck 'em. She deserved this.

Halfway through her jog, her thoughts still floating around the house and her ears full of deliciously twisting sounds and shrieks, she crossed the bridge and came up to where the forest crept up against the old orchard. She felt the first drops of rain and cursed, switching off her music in time to hear another distant bolt of thunder. The sky above looked dark an ominous, but surely she had at least another ten minutes before the scattered drops of rain turned into a full-blown downpour, yeah?

She was about to turn on her music again when another sound caught her attention. It was a moan.

She froze. Was it some sort of animal? The moan came again, and she pinpointed it as coming from the ditch on the forest side of the track. It wasn't an animal... it was a man. Cautiously, she approached. The ground here was a little muddy, surrounded by horse's prints as if a frightened animal had turned in a circle and then bolted... but the tracks only went about twenty feet before they vanished.

The moan came a third time, and as she finally reached the edge of the road she froze. It was indeed a man... he was sprawled on his back amid the grass and dirt... but his outfit!

"What... the fuck... is this?" she murmured in equal bits confusion and curriosity.

 

[Sir_Roger]

The pain hit me, in the small of my back at first, and then my legs, making me moan loudly.
I lay there, nn my back, and with my eyes closed, as I tried to gather my thoughts about me.

Opening my eyes gradually, I looked upwards, noting that I was in some kind of hollow, or ditch. Grey clouds littered the blue sky above me, as my hands tried to find some kind of purchase in the damp soil around my torso. I felt pain in my arm, and tried to relax, closing my eyes once more. I knew where I was now, or at least I thought I did, I was in America, Charleston to be exact. Charles Dupree`s stallion must have been spooked by the storm, and thrown me.

I sighed more than moaned, as the realisation hit me that I would now have to walk back to the house. Then I heard it, the very strange noise. In a way it frightened me I suppose, either way, I did not open my eyes to look, not yet. I tried to concentrate on the noise, it sounded like it was coming from inside a box. Almost like thin reedy voices, in a box? No, that could never be. And the banging, quiet maybe, but it was banging, like a far off drum, behind the reedy voices.

Then I heard another sound, like a whisper, almost like a real voice, a female one. And when I heard that word, the F word, that only a dockside whore would use, my eyes opened wide.

I looked up, and I screamed out in surprise, for there, inches from my face was a thing, a person. But unlike any that I had ever seen before.

It, she, had metal rings through her ears, and her nose, with some kind of cord or string, coming out of her ear also. Almost like the drawings that our brave explorers were bringing back from Darkest Africa.
I closed my eyes again, and prayed out loud for deliverence from this creature of the forest, or whatever it was.

"Oh Mother of God, please, save me from this, whatever it is, deliver me from evil, now Lord, please Lord, save me, please."

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

Jessica's eyes widened in surprise as the man started to talk... no... to pray. She couldn't remember the last time she'd heard someone pray, and she wasn't sure if the fact that he was praying was weirding her out more than the fact that it'd been so long since she'd heard prayer. At least a decade. Jessica's memories of church services weren't particularly pleasant...

She hunkered down next to the man, her eyes moving up and down his body, trying to determine if he was hurt. And trying to figure out why he was dressed the way he was. Was he part of some civil war reenactment group or something? Did they do that kind of stuff around here?

"Umm... are you allright, mister? You hurt or something?" She bit her lower lip nervously, not sure what she should do.

 

[Sir_Roger]

There was silence, I heard "it" move, come closer to me, then I heard the voice again, much clearer now, and, it was an American accent, which helped, a little.

"Umm... are you allright, mister? You hurt or something?" .

I opened my eyes, and I still flinched, pulling back a little, as I looked at her. It was obvious now that she was a young woman, although the little clothing that she wore seemed very inappropriate to me. I tried to calm myself, and speak to her.

"My name is John Reynolds miss, I am a guest of Charles Dupree, and was out riding> I think I mist have been thrown from the horse. Tell me, did Charles send you to get me? Are you one of his slaves? I know he has many, working the fields, and looking after the plantation."

She just looked at me, almost in shock I thought, as though I was speaking in a foreign langauage.

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

Jessica couldn't quite place the man's accent, but at least he'd stopped praying. But as strange as the situation was, she couldn't help but chuckle a little at the mention of being anyone's slave.

"Uh... slave? No." She couldn't think of anything else to say for the moment, so she stood up and walked a few paces down the trail. She absently tugged back down on her tight-fitting black sweatshirt; it had ridden up her back as she'd been bending over to see if the man was alright. The black, spiky curves of the tattoo on the small of her back contrasted sharply with the pale color of her skin for just a moment before she tugged the back of the sweatshirt back down over the hem of her dark blue sweat pants.

"So I'm not sure how you got here, John. You say you were riding... I assume you mean a horse, judging from these hoof prints, but I haven't seen one around here..."

A sudden blast of thunder made her jump and glance skyward at the gathering dark clouds above. The rain started to come down stronger, so she returned to the edge of the ditch and bent over, the front of her sweatshirt displaying her ample cleavage, held tight by the red sports bra she wore, as she extended a hand out to John to help him to his feet.

"Here. Take my hand and let's get you out of that ditch. My house is about ten minutes away, and if we hurry we can get there before this rain turns into a real downpour, and then we can make some calls and find out what happened to your ride."

 

[Sir_Roger]

I spotted the tattoo on her back, as a seaman, I knew all about tattoos, but too see this one? I was shocked, speechless again. Things certainly were different out in what used to be the colonies it seemed.

"So I'm not sure how you got here, John. You say you were riding... I assume you mean a horse, judging from these hoof prints, but I haven't seen one around here..."

I was just getting to my feet, and attempting to climb form the ditch when the lightening flashed again, followed rapidly by thunder.

She bent to help me, and I stood stock still, as her bosom threatened to jump out of whatever it was that she was wearing. This America certainly was not what I had expected.

"Here. Take my hand and let's get you out of that ditch. My house is about ten minutes away, and if we hurry we can get there before this rain turns into a real downpour, and then we can make some calls and find out what happened to your ride."

HER house? "She must be a rich landowner maybe," I thought, and I had no idea what the phrase, "make some calls" was all about.

I clambered out, and dusted down my trousers and frock coat as best I could.

"We are going to the big house, to see Charles? Your Master?"

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

This time Jessica just furrowed her eyebrows and, after regarding John for a few moments, finally decided that he'd hit his head or something in his fall. She'd call in and have an ambulance or something come out and get him and that would be that.

"Yeah, we're going to the big house," she said. "It's right up this way."

Fortunately, the rain seemed reluctant to let loose. Unfortunately, the wind was picking up as well, and Jessica vaguely remembered news reports about some hurricane or something. Being from the west coast, she wasn't a stranger to storms, but the hurricane was supposed to be hitting quite a way to the south... could this storm be part of it?

Jessica kept glancing back over her shoulder to make sure John was following. He seemed to be walking pretty well, so maybe he wasn't hurt that bad after all. It wasn't until they rounded the last corner and the old plantation house finally came into view that the storm really hit. A crack of lightning struck only a mile or so away, bringing with it a blast of thunder. She broke into a jog as she cupped one hand over her iPod, trying to keep it from getting too soaked. When she reached the door, soaking wet, she unlocked it and held it open for John, but he was hanging back, looking at the house with a really strange expression. And in a moment more, she realized he was actually looking at her bright green Prius she'd parked to the side in front of the garage... almost like he'd never seen a car before.

 

[Sir_Roger]

The rain came down a little heavier, as I followed this "person" in her strange trousers and some kind of top. Totally inappropriate clothes for a woman, where were her petticoats, and long skirts? Had America gone mad? I wondered?

Then I saw IT, a green carriage, on wheels.
A very shiny carriage, but where did the reins go?
How could horse pull such a contraption?
Did it have a steam engine? Surely not.

I just stood there,
getting soaked,
but not caring,

What was this thing?

http://images.businessweek.com/ss/06/09/2007suvs/image/slide-7.jpg

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

"Hey!" Jessica called to John, waving one hand to catch his attention. "We should really get inside..." She stood in the doorway for a moment more, and then with a sigh raced back down and grabbed him by the hand. With a tug, she got him moving and quickly pulled him up into the house.

The thunder and rain was muffled, but still quite loud on the walls and roof of the house. Glancing up at the electric lights above, Jessica narrowed her eyes in concern. She reached out and fiddled the switch.

"Shit. Storm must have knocked out the power." She crossed over to the phone and lifted the cradle. "Phone's out, too. Great." She dropped the phone back in place and sighed, then ran her hands through her black hair to wring out the rain.

"Wait right here, John," she said. "I think some of my uncle's clothes are still upstairs. I'll go grab them for ya and you can change into some dry clothes, and then we'll figure out what happened to you... maybe drive into town if the storm lets up..."

Sparing a brief glance of concern at him, she hoped he really was okay. He was acting a little weird... hopefully he wasn't suffering from some sort of head trauma or something...

 

[Sir_Roger]

She eventually distracted me from staring at the green carriage, by grabbing my arm, and pulling me in through a doorway. I was soaked to the skin now, and felt very foolish indeed.

She touched something on the wall, and then spoke to me. Which would normally have been fine, except for the fact that I had absolutely no idea as to what she was referring to.

"Shit. Storm must have knocked out the power. Phone's out, too. Great." she said, dropping a strange looking intrument into what seemed to be its carrying cradle.

"Wait right here, John, I think some of my uncle's clothes are still upstairs. I'll go grab them for ya and you can change into some dry clothes, and then we'll figure out what happened to you... maybe drive into town if the storm lets up..."

I just looked at her in silence, and then, realising that I probably looked a little stupid, I averted my glance, while whispering quietly.

"Yes Mam`am"

Which was most unlike me, I would noramlly speak very loudly, and with the authority of a ship`s captain.
She had said " drive into town", so hopefully she had a horse and carriage, and we could return to my ship.

I looked around the room, and what a strange room it was. No big fireplace, the walls, without wallcovering, and all very bright. How unusual these Americans were, My Queen, would have been amazed to see this. I was certain that Buckingham Palace was nothing like this. Queen Victoria would certainly not be amused if it was.

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

Still dripping from the storm, Jessica raced into her Uncle's old bedroom and threw open one of the drawers; excellent. She grabbed several clothes and held them at arm's length as she returned down the stairs to find John in the same position as she'd left him.

"This way to the bathroom, John," she said as she walked down the hall and into the downstairs bathroom. She set his clothes on the counter and got a towel out from under the sink and tossed it to him.

"Go ahead and change here... I'm gonna head back upstairs to the other bathroom and do the same. I'll see if I can get a fire going after that and we'll figure out what to do next."

And then she was back upstairs, not noticing the baffled and confused state she'd left her guest in.

 

[Sir_Roger]

She led me into a little room, a very pristine and white room, but small, then placed a small bundle of clothes on some kind of table before speaking.

"Go ahead and change here... I'm gonna head back upstairs to the other bathroom and do the same. I'll see if I can get a fire going after that and we'll figure out what to do next."

Bathroom she had said, what was that I wondered? Maybe a smaller version of the bath-house? Possibly so, but this was so strange, almost as if I was in another world.But surely, that was not possible. It was May, 1857, Queen Victoria was on the throne, and I was Captain John Reynolds, or was I?

I sat on the small seat, with the funny wooden oval top, it was hard too. I realised once again, just how wet I was, and took off my dripping clothes, just leaving them where they lay on the floor. Then came a surprise, the towel that she ha l eft for me, it was so soft, unbelievably soft. I wrapped myself in it, drying my skin slowly, luxuriating in the wonder of it all.

I was awakened from my musing by a soft tapping sound, it semed to come from the door, so I opened it, to see what it was.

It was the young woman, nly she looked different again now, so much so that I brought my hand up to my mouth, while holding the door with the other one. Immediately the towel fell to the floor, and there I was naked before her. I tried to grab the towel, and cover myself, but I only succeeded in slipping on my wet shirt, and falling to the floor in a heap.

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

Jessica changed into a pair of tight-fitting black jeans and an equally tight black t-shirt after she'd toweled herself dry in the upstairs bathroom. She blotted the wetness from her black hair, ran a comb through it a few times, and then slipped on a pair of slippers as she headed back downstairs, running her tongue-stud back and forth over the inner side of her teeth like she did when she was nervous and distracted.

She went to the downstairs bathroom to see if John was done and tapped on the door. When he opened it, his eyes bulged and he staggered back, the towel he'd wrapped around himself falling away. He fell, naked, to the floor.

Jessica's eyes bulged as well and she gasped, partially at his unexpected reaction and partially at the impressive size of his cock. Limp, the thing was still enormous, and she couldn't help but imagine how big it could grow, given the right kind of attention.

She tore her gaze away from his manhood and threw the door open, quickly moving to his side.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay? Here... let me help you up..."

 

[Sir_Roger]

The sight of her, in what looked like a mans black pants, and a black vest even, stunned me. These were not women`s clothes, not at all. And it did not help when I fell, and ended up on my back looking up at her. Then I realized that she was staring me, at what the little French whore in Martinique had called "Ze captains big cannon". I pulled the towel closer, trying to cover my nakedness.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay? Here... let me help you up..."

She reached out her hand, to steady me as I stood, and then looked down at her.
Maybe it was not my place, but I had to say it.

"I am sorry young lady, but I do feel that that kind of language is quite inappropriate, even given my current circumstances. And I am certain that your President Buchanan would be most displeased also. But of course, I do realise that we live in uncertain times, especially here in the Southern States."

I sat on the little white seat, while she looked at me, seeming a little confused, but I continued talkin anyway.

"And these clothes? They are different from any in England, this thing with what look like teeth, on the trousers?What is it? How does it work? Please"

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

Jessica furrowed her eyebrows. Was this guy for real? All of Jessica's friends back at work swore plenty... she actually took pride in the fact that she swore the least of them, but still...

And what the hell was this about the President?

"Ummm... President Bichanan? Who's he? You don't mean President Bush, do you? Cause I've got news for you... I've seen plenty of clips of him slipping up with the naughty words here and there... what... haven't you ever seen a zipper? Here. Hang on."

Frustrated at watching him fumble with the zipper. She knelt before him and tugged the flaps of the front of his jeans close over the boxers he'd pulled on. She was more than aware of how close she was to him, how close she was to his manhood; she could see the bulge in his boxers, less than a foot away, but she put it out of her mind. Pulling away from his body, taking care not to catch anything tender in the zipper's teeth, she pulled it up and buttoned the pants for him and then stood.

"There. All set and ready to go. Come out here to the living room; I'll make us some tea or coffee or something on the fireplace and you can explain to me what it is that you're doing out here... and maybe what you meant by that President Bichanan business you mentioned a bit ago..."

 

[Sir_Roger]

"Ummm... President Bichanan? Who's he? You don't mean President Bush, do you? Cause I've got news for you... I've seen plenty of clips of him slipping up with the naughty words here and there... what... haven't you ever seen a zipper? Here. Hang on."

She fiddled witht his thing she called a "zipper", eventually fastening the strange pants she had given me to wear. It was nice, to feel her fingers in my nether regions, but I had other matters on my mind just now. "President Bush? Who on earth was he? I wondered.

"There. All set and ready to go. Come out here to the living room; I'll make us some tea or coffee or something on the fireplace and you can explain to me what it is that you're doing out here... and maybe what you meant by that President Bichanan business you mentioned a bit ago..."

I followed her to the living room, and sat in a cane chair, at least that was familiar, and I felt a little more comfortable. The room looked so strange to me, all pristine, and WHITE! of all colors.

"Please forgive me young lady, I am a little confused, and not explaining myself very well. I have never heard of this Bush person, also, I realise that I did get your Presidents name wrong. It is of course President Buchanan, elected in November two years ago. Of course we Englishmen are not really au fait with things American. And it does not help that we are at war as well, fighting in the Crimea. But I am sure that with God`s help, and our lovely Queen Victoria, we shall be win through in the end. Dont you agree, Miss.. What is your name please? If I might be so bold?"

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

Jessica listened to him talk, and with a rising shock as she realized what this guy was talking about.

"No way..." she whispered under her breath. Was he some sort of time traveler? No... not possible. She dismissed the thought the instant it popped into her head. What was obviously going on was this guy had taken some sort of bonk to the head and was all mixed up. Maybe he was a history professor or something and was reverting to what he taught or something?

"Umm... yeah," she said as she stood up. "My name is Jessica. Jessica Rowen. And you're John, right? Tell me, John... how are you feeling? There any weird smells? Have a headache? OH!" She remembered something else about victims of head traumas, then leaned in close to study his eyes. Nope... both irises dilated the same.

"You mind if I check your scalp for... um... bumps? Tell me if this hurts..." she said as she slid around behind his chair and tentatively started feeling his skull for evidence of some sort of head trauma.

 

[Sir_Roger]

"Umm... yeah, My name is Jessica. Jessica Rowen. And you're John, right? Tell me, John... how are you feeling? There any weird smells? Have a headache? OH!"

I was too confused to answer, and just looked at her, noting how soft her body looked, wondering, where were her corsets, and petticoats?

"You mind if I check your scalp for... um... bumps? Tell me if this hurts..."

It did not hurt at all, in fact it was quite pleasureable, and having her body this close, was beginning to affect me somewhat. I spoke, putting such thoughts out of mind, or trying to.

"It does not hurt at all, and I thank you Jessica, for looking after me, even if your touch is very disconcerting, I do feel a little betternow. "

Her soft breast was inches from my face, my mouth, I could not help it, and leaned forward slightly, just enough to feel her soft flesh give way under the pressure. As that familiar twitch started in my pants, I trealised, that this was wrong, and pulled away before speaking once more.

"I do hope you can clarify something for me Jessica, just one question.

Is this still the first of May, 1857, in the reign of our dear Queen Victoria? Or, have I died and gone to heaven, and you are my own personal angel?"

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

Jessica tensed for a moment as she felt him brushing against her breast, unsure of if it was an accident or on purpose. But then he pulled back and asked the question she'd been expecting for some time. She sighed, then walked back to the other chair and sat down, draping one shapely leg over her other.

"Wow... That's a first. I've never been called a devil and an angel by the same person in the same day before. Thanks... I think," she said, with a smirk.

"And no, it's not May. It's not even 1857. I think maybe you hit your head, John, and you've got some sort of civil war reenactment thing going on or something. I'm not a doctor, so I don't really know what happened to you, but you certainly seem okay. Anyway, it's late September of 2007."

She smiled tentatively. "So unless you're some sort of time traveler, I guess madness is really your only explanation. Not really a fair choice, I suppose, but there it is."

 

[Sir_Roger]

She left me, to sit on the chair opposite, this was one lady who was very sure of herself, and no doubt. A rare breed in this day and age of meekness for the womenfolk.

"Wow... That's a first. I've never been called a devil and an angel by the same person in the same day before. Thanks... I think,"

The look that she gave me seemed a little strange, almost mocking, but I refrained from speaking just yet.

"And no, it's not May. It's not even 1857. I think maybe you hit your head, John, and you've got some sort of civil war reenactment thing going on or something. I'm not a doctor, so I don't really know what happened to you, but you certainly seem okay. Anyway, it's late September of 2007."

2007!
Civil War?
That had been in Cromwell`s time, what was this woman talking about?

Another smile from her, hesitant? Or inviting? Not that it mattered, my mind was in turmoil now.

"So unless you're some sort of time traveler, I guess madness is really your only explanation. Not really a fair choice, I suppose, but there it is."

"Now you just listen to me Miss Jessica, whoever you are. I am neither mad, nor am I what you refer to as a time traveller, whatever that might be. I am Captain John Reynolds, and yesterday my ship the Emily Brown arrived here in Charleston. I know this, for I am her Captain, and I am now on the plantation of the Dupree family. Get a slave here, and summon Charles, to sort this debacle out, otherwise I may have to chastise you, and teach you a lesson young woman."

 

[Pywakit]

Jessica

Jessica's eyebrows arched.

"Oooooh! You may have to chastise me, huh? Teach me a lesson?" She smiled and winked. "You're not flirting with me, are you? I do say that big strong teachers do tend to get me all hot and bothered..." she said. Which wasn't far from the truth, but at the same point she detected a weird sense of seriousness in his voice. A sudden bolt of thunder made her jump, and she wondered just how close that hurricane was getting.

"Okay... in all seriousness, you can drop the act. If this rain doesn't let up soon, we'll be stuck here for a bit. Yeah, this house once belonged to the Duprees, but the last of them, good old Uncle Cyrus, who before this time last month I'd never heard of, and now that he's dead, well, here I am. His will was pretty clear. 'The house goes to my niece, little Jessica Rowen,' it said. When the storm's over, you can talk to the lawyers all you want, and to tell the truth, I can't wait to get this all settled and up on auction or whatever and get back home, cause this weather..." another thunderbolt, "...can fuck right off, as far as I care."

She was getting impatient, and just wanted this guy to tell her what he was really up to.

 

[Sir_Roger]

I had no idea why she would think that I was flirting, whatever that was with her, then the storm intensified dramatically, increase her unease proprtionally too it seemed.

"Okay... in all seriousness, you can drop the act. If this rain doesn't let up soon, we'll be stuck here for a bit. Yeah, this house once belonged to the Duprees, but the last of them, good old Uncle Cyrus, who before this time last month I'd never heard of, and now that he's dead, well, here I am. His will was pretty clear. 'The house goes to my niece, little Jessica Rowen,' it said. When the storm's over, you can talk to the lawyers all you want, and to tell the truth, I can't wait to get this all settled and up on auction or whatever and get back home, cause this weather..." another thunderbolt, "...can fuck right off, as far as I care."

That was when it struck me, the use of such profanity from one so young. It most certainly was not 1857, for no female, except a whore, would use such words. She had to be correct, I had been asleep, or something, for a hundred and fifty years or more!
But how could that be? I looked at her, pleadingly now, and spoke softly, standing and walking towards her, as the words tumbled from my lips.

"I fear jessica, that you are correct, and it is indeed the year two thousand and seven. I also fear that I have now lost a hundred and fifty years, and will never get them back, or return to where I came from. Surely this is a dream, a nightmare, let me touch you again, please, to see if you are real? And you, will you pinch my arm, HARD, please."

I reache dout letting my fingertips graze the back of her hand, before running them up her arm, and squeezing it a little. I looked into her eyes, and spoke to her again.

"What the heck am I going to do Jessica, 150 years out of my time, with not a thing to my name?
Can anybody help me?
Do I even exist?"

 

[Pywakit]

Nicole

Jessica let him run his fingers across her arm, then reached out and patted him gently on the shoulder, then let her own hand slide down his arm until she suddenly pinched him on the forearm. Hard.

As he jerked, she shrugged. "Looks like you're awake enough to me. Anyway... I don't see how you could have traveled through time, really... it's not possible. I mean... is it?"

She suddenly snapped her fingers.

"GOT IT! My uncle left behind a huge collection of old books and ledgers and stuff; if you really did come from 1857, wouldn't your name be in one of them? Let's find out, maybe, if there's some note in there at least about you vanishing?"

She honestly didn't expect to find anything, but if she did...

 

[Sir_Roger]

Jessica pinched me, confirming my worst fears, it was real, very real.

"Looks like you're awake enough to me. Anyway... I don't see how you could have traveled through time, really... it's not possible. I mean... is it?"

Before i could reply, she made a clicking sound with her fingers somehow. fingers.

"GOT IT! My uncle left behind a huge collection of old books and ledgers and stuff; if you really did come from 1857, wouldn't your name be in one of them? Let's find out, maybe, if there's some note in there at least about you vanishing?"

That indeed improved my feelings a little, making me a little more easy with this young woman.

"Then we must not tarry Jessica, come, show me where the ledgers are, so that I can prove to you just who I am, and that I am real."

I stopped to think before following her, I was in a quandry now, without at first realising it. If I was not mentioned in the ledgers, I had a problem convincing her who I was. But, if I was mentioned, as having disappeared, then my problem was even greater, for I was nobody, I did not exist.

I followed her to the library, my eyes watching her derriere, noting the way that it moved, bouncing almost with the movement of her thighs. I wondered if she was actually naked beneath her pants? Surely not! I also knew that I should not even be looking, but then, it had been quite a while.

She opened the door to thew library and ushered me inside, and all thoughts of Jessica`s body evaporated in seconds. For now I would know, if I was alive, or, what?