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Mordecai must figure out the enigma. U.S. water levels are rising fast. Weather control, time travel.


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Prologue


Theology, mathematics, science, this is the logical order of things. Likewise, it's God, time, man, and nature. Put these in their natural order and you have what is called a controlled atmosphere where God can simply sit back and watch His creation run like clockwork.

Take these crucial elemental things and rearrange them and you end up with a volatile mixture highly unstable and unpredictable. This is where my story begins. In fact, this is where any story worth telling begins. Friction, conflict, resolution; these are the elements of life as this world knows it.

To deny the above elements is to live in a vacuum, devoid of any real semblance of sanity. Disorder to order, that is how this world of ours works. Nothing can change it; for this is how God has chosen to show Himself; no, prove Himself to mankind in this bubble we call time.

And what about this thing called time? What happens should man become technologically sophisticated enough to crack its hidden code? Does he then play God?

Foregoing the question of time manipulation for a moment, what about weather? Suppose in your mind for a second that man has broken the code to weather control. Now where does man stand in the grand scheme of things? Does he now no longer need God?

Has he now in his own mind become a god unto himself? Would his destiny in such a world be one of utopia or paradise? Or would it simply be one more step of futility in his vain effort to supplant his creator?

These are the questions of any sane mortal man. These are the things one must ask himself before embarking on any journey which tampers with the natural order of these elemental things. Can any rational mind dare to eliminate these basic questions from its equations when dealing with the elements of time and weather?

Can any rational human being keep silent in the face of pseudo-science which eliminates these crucial questions from its formulas? Yet this seems to be the new trend of science as they experiment with these things, playing God in favor of tempering their ability to create.

Does the ability to create something necessitate its creation? Or should not wisdom be applied as a temperament to man's creations? Shall I go on? Indeed I could. A thousand; no, a million questions, possibilities, and scenarios could be imagined and played out in one's mind. But alas, there is only one reality; one life for each of us to live.

Yes, this is my story. It is one of friction, conflict, and resolution. A story of disorder to order as is any story worth telling. Only God is privileged with complete order. We mortals must learn through trial and error; through sufferings and triumphs; from disorder to order.

Devine decree it would seem. But we know so little, and have so much to learn in the grand scale of it all. The question is, what road must our individual lives take on our journey to wisdom? And once we arrive, will we be content to abide with her?

"Wisdom calls to us from the highest point of the city. 'Let all who are simple come into My house.' To those who lack judgment, 'Come, eat my food and drink the wine I have crushed.' "Yea, the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding." Proverbs 9:3-5. "Leave your simple ways and you will live; walk in the way of understanding." Proverbs 9:6.


Chapter 1

My Name is Mordecai Johnson.


Amidst the background of the college where I learned to fight not with my hands, but rather with my wits, I met Professor Zoe. It was he who would eventually be the cause of somewhat bizarre incidents in my life which would ultimately lead to a new understanding of life, liberty, and the

pursuit of happiness.

Hi, my name is Mordecai Johnson. My name is not in the history books or the annals of famous heroes; yet some might even dare to speak my name in folklore legend. This would not be by any choosing of my own. Rather, it would be a matter of the hand of God placing me in the right places at the right times.

Professor Zoe seemed obsessed with quantum physics and time travel. We argued over many subjects which he felt strongly about as did I. His prospective was from a purely humanistic point of view, while mine, stemmed from my belief in God.

Who knew that the end of the current affairs between us would end up being both of our salvation? His on a moral basis, and mine on the basis of finding my own place in the scheme of life, love and happiness.

I graduated college first in my class. I did not realize at the time just how many doors this would open. I was content to simply leave college with my degree and work for my uncle in the newspaper business as his top paid reporter. I received multiple honors and awards for my writings. I learned to ignore the praises. To God be the glory.

I earned a nickname at my uncle's paper. I'll tell you about it a little later in my story. For now, let's just continue on our journey. My story could have been anyone's story. I imagine it may have been told a thousand times before with slight variations.

No matter, I believe that even if this is true, the story still merits repeating. Bear with me as I tell you a tale of mystery, forbidden lust, and espionage. It is the tale of dreams, hopes, and lives, captured in a web of times, lies, and desperations.

My tale begins not at the beginning, for if it did, I would have to relate many more boring yet useful details concerning where and when and why. But for briefness and a lack of eye strain, I start at the beginning of the middle of my story. Not bad for an ex-newspaper writer huh?

General Perkins was in charge of the task force, which was to head up operation R.A.I.N. This stood for Retaliatory and Inverse Navigation. What did this mean? It was a fancy way of saying counter strike. Leave it to the army, to bust our chops with these abbreviations.

We had two weeks left to produce a final draft of our proposal. The president would only wait so long for his next phase of military advancement. He had commissioned this project three years ago. He had given it his blessing, but his patience was wearing thin.

I had come into this operation only a few months ago. I had been told, that I was on a need to know basis. This only served to peak my interest. I had a knack, for getting to the bottom of things. My nickname was "Sniffer." When there was something hidden in the shadows, my nose went into overdrive.

Perkins was breathing down everyone's neck. He knew his neck was on the line. He needed results, and he needed them now! I had ascertained that this operation had something to do with weather control. What I did not know, was just how extensive that weather control had become.

They had me taking tests my first week here. I wondered why, if they felt I met the criteria, they were making me take the blasted tests. It didn't make the least bit of sense to me, but who was I to argue with Uncle Sam?

There were two words you learned to live by in the army; "Yes, sir!" These words were your life line. Agree, or disagree, those words came with the territory. They were in fact, the only way to survive in this jungle of deception and rhetoric.

Secrets, that's what this neck of the woods was all about. Whispers, about black book projects and deals. No one was safe from involvement. You were an intricate thread woven into the fabric of it. Whether you were the cover picture, or the actual skinny of it all, you were part of the living mechanism, one of its cells.

I had passed the tests with flying colors, according to Perkins. The sound of approval in his voice let me know that I would not be watched too closely. This would give me a chance to get to the real story.

I was an old dog, about to learn a new trick. But then, I had a few tricks up my own sleeve. I had been around the block a time or two. Nobody was going to keep this hound in his little basket. No, sir! Of course, they didn't need to know that, did they? My senses were heightened, and ready to go.

Perkins looked my way. He nodded as if to say, "Good job, soldier." I nodded back, keeping my cool exterior. He had no idea who, or what, he had let into his private party. Oh, how I loved sniffing out the truth of things.

I had been told, that in the interest of national security, this project was on a need to know basis. However, from what I could see, nearly everyone knew more than me. That was something that needed to be rectified, and fast.

Excusing myself from those around me, I told them I needed to go to the john. What I was really doing, was setting up shop. I slipped into the outhouse, and set up my hidden surveillance camera, which had a powerful magnification to it. I could photograph paper work from six feet away and still read every printed word.

Sniffer, was on the hunt. I casually strolled by a few of the desks acting as if I was stretching my legs. I nodded politely to each person. Unbeknownst to them, each time I nodded my head, I snapped a picture of the exposed paper work on their tables. The camera was safely concealed in my hat.

The camera was digital and sent each snapshot safely into my computer via wireless connection. Is that cool? Anyway, back to my story.

By now, Perkins had noticed I was not at my post. I could see him looking around, trying to hone in on my position. I used this to my advantage, as I walked up to him asking him how his day was going.

He seemed impressed that I had the nerve to speak to him of common things. I could see he had let down his guard, if only for a moment. "Things are going according to plan," he said. I could tell by his voice, that he meant it in a genuine manner.

However genuine his answer was, I did not allow it to deter my mission. I quickly excused myself saying, "Well, back to my post sir." He nodded; I nodded, snapping a picture of the documents on the desk behind him. Boy, I WAS good!

Back at my desk, I reviewed the pictures I had taken. Nothing major was showing itself, not until I got to the last series of pictures. On the desk behind Perkins was a piece of paperwork, which detailed how all the water under all bridges of the United States, had steadily been rising, due to extensive rainfall out on the high seas, over the last four years. The specs showed that it had risen by an inch each year.

This little detail sent shivers up my spine. What could it all mean? Was the United States, actually sinking? I tried to hide the fact that I was breaking out in a sweat. I wiped my brow discreetly.

Next to the first paper, was another paper, which showed the cause of the rising water. It stated, that Russia, China, and Turkey, had joined forces, aiming their counterparts to our H.A.A.R.P. devices, directly at the oceans near our shores.

This they hoped would cause the U.S., to be submerged under the sea. From the language on the paperwork, it appeared to be working. I instantly thought about my mother and father. I thought of all my friends. I cringed to think that our country could end this way. I sought for answers in my mind.

Surely, there was a way out of this predicament; surely, this task force would find the answer within the coming weeks. If not, where would that leave the U.S. and my family? For the first time in my life, I was really glad I was a single, unmarried man. Warning anyone, would not change the situation. It would only create pandemonium. No, it was better this way.

Why let those I loved, know what might be happening to them soon? Why let their last days on earth, be filled with fear and anguish? I had led a life filled with unraveling mysteries; I had prided myself with my sense of accomplishments!

Now, as the sweat beaded upon my forehead, for the first time in my life, I wished I had just kept my sniffer, under control. Then I would be just the same as the rest of the world. I would die without the fear and anguish I was feeling now. I would have died like most men, unexpectedly.

Perkins walked towards me. I switched off my camera, causing the computer to hide the program. He had noticed the sweat, building up on my forehead. He smiled, and said, "I sometimes wish, I had chosen a different career. But then, that's all water under the bridge now, huh?"

"Yes, sir," I replied.

Seeing the possible end of the U.S.A., came as a shock. But even in my disbelief, I took a trip in my mind backwards in time. I found myself reliving an old argument with my science college professor. Professor Felix Zoe was his full name. I recalled his brilliance, and his ego. He believed mankind should pursue anything he could think of. I on the other hand, believed some things were better left in God's hands.

While Professor Zoe was a brilliant man, he lacked the moral compass to direct his brilliance. This caused us to admire one another, and yet be worlds apart on our views. He believed in time travel, I believed time belonged to God.

Perkins left my sphere of dominion. That's what I like to call my particular area. It makes me feel I'm in complete control. I mean, as far as not letting any man make all my decisions. This was one of those times I fully needed to feel I was in control. The new understanding of the importance of this task force caused even my sniffer, to take a back seat. What I needed now, was a plan of action. I sat ridged in my seat as I began to go over paperwork which up till now, had made no sense to me. Somehow the tests they had given me began to take on new meaning, armed with the real facts.

My training as a weather specialist had up to now, seemed like fun and games, hit and miss. This time however, it would be no game. I needed to give 100% to this project. More, if need be! I was in this for the long haul now, no ifs ands or buts!

Time to man up! My country, family, friends, and myself, were all depending on me. I would not, let them down. I would find the solution to this dilemma. I had too. There was no choice, if I wanted to save those I loved and myself from disaster.

In the midst of my panic, I remembered something I had once argued about with my professor of science during a thesis I had to write on possible end of our planet scenarios, due to weather anomalies.

His argument was that we could change the weather through science. My argument was that whatever happened due to weather anomalies would most likely be due to mankind's arrogance of playing God with the weather.

The argument seemed pointless at the time, but now, it appeared as though I was about to win the argument hands down. This however, was one argument I would have gladly lost in retrospect.

My professor was theoretically, one of the world's top thinkers on cutting edge technology. He was well read, and highly respected in his field of expertise.

We would spend hours after class, debating the newest theories on life and technology. He loved to gloat on his superior intellect. Whenever I came up with a theory, he would give me fifteen reasons why it wasn't plausible. He irritated the crud out of me, but I highly respected his mind.

Why was I wasting time on useless information at this time? I had no idea. Maybe the stress of the situation, reminded me of the stress from those long drawn out arguments of his.

Try as I might, I never really actually respected his views on why man should get involved with playing God. I only tolerated his long winded reasoning, to get a better grade. In the end though, I think it backfired, as he only saw me as inferior and weak. This caused him to give me a marginal "B."

So much for sucking up. I merely played along, by appearing to really subscribe to the possibilities of his theories. It's not that his theories were so off base, it's just the way he felt man could actually run this world, seemingly without God.

I think these arguments were a stepping stone to me deciding that no one was going to lead me around by the nose. No sir, I was going to sniff out the most complex hidden secrets of the world, and let everyone know, I was a force to be reckoned with. But I would still maintain that God was in charge, and mankind had no business trying to take His place.

My first job out of college was as a news reporter as I stated earlier. That's where I learned to put the camera into my hat. That, is where I got my nickname; "Sniffer."

There was no story too deep or too mysterious to put me off track. I was a well trained hound dog on a mission. "Nothing but the truth, so help me God," became my motto. I've cracked more stories wide open, than a pearl diver has oysters, you betcha!

I even threw my hat in to solve the case of the disappearance of my college professor. He had been kidnapped for his studies on quantum physics. Like I said, he was a know it all. I never solved the case, but I learned a lot about quantum physics during my efforts.

Why was I wasting time reminiscing? I had another riddle to figure out. This was no time to be going over my whole life; that would only cause a number of regrets.

"How would you like to come to my house for dinner?" The general's voice boomed in on my internal voices.

"That would be fine, sir."

"Great, come over about 19:30."

"I'll be there, sir."

Perkins smiled and walked away. I wondered why, of all the experienced men he had to choose from, he would invite me? Well, no matter, I had committed myself and that was that. I'd have to get my best dress clothes out of the cleaners. I couldn't help but feel a little proud to be chosen to sit at the table with such a top notch piece of brass. He was after all, in charge of saving the entire western hemisphere!

As I showered before getting into my dress uniform, I thought once again of the only case I never solved. The case of my missing college professor. I never liked the guy, so why, when my life was literally hanging in the balance, was I thinking so much about him? Go figure, of all the things I should be thinking about, he should be the last. I finished showering and dressed quickly. It was almost seven. I had to hurry. I did not want to be late!

The general's wife opened the door with a smile. She addressed me by my name, "Mordecai Johnson?" She laughed as she told me; she left all the rank business to her husband. She just wanted to be a civilian wife, married to a military man. She was an attractive woman who was quite a few years younger than her forty something husband. She looked to be in her very early thirties.

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I don't know your name."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I tend to forget, my husband doesn't have much time for small talk with his men. My name is Kelly."

"It's very nice to meet you maam."

"Maam is it? You're going to make me feel old, just call me Kelly."

"I'm afraid that would not be protocol with your husband maam."

"Very well, you can call me Kelly, when my husband is not around then."

I wasn't sure what to think of that remark, as the general approached to welcome me in himself. I simply smiled and nodded to the Mrs. She smiled and gave way to her husband. I entered the castle. Well, that's what I came to call it. You see, I began after that night, to visit it regularly. That night, I was told by Perkins, the real reason I was brought onto his task force.

Coincidence was something I never believed in. I thought of life as a domino effect. Somehow, all the tiles fell exactly as they were arranged to fall. I just couldn't see, God playing dice. Okay, so I borrowed Einstein's quote. It did after all, suit my beliefs. He was a brilliant man.

Perkins told me that he was aware of the unsolved case of the disappearance of my college professor. He also told me, that he knew where my professor was. He told me that the Russians had kidnapped him to help them with their weather machines. He told me that the professor had been a secret U.S. military scientist, whose cover was that of a professor.

He had worked on H.A.A.R.P., and was one of the original people who had turned it into the weather weapon that it had become. The general blamed himself for the professors kidnapping. He felt that he should have placed more operatives guarding him at the college. He felt he had let his country down.

As I listened to his background on this whole thing, I felt myself seeing him as a person, and not just a general. I also noticed that his wife, who was out of his eye range, was smiling an awful lot my way. I tried not to notice, but she was after all, a rather attractive female.

Perkins finished briefing me, and "Kelly," said it was time to eat. Dinner was fantastic. Pork chops, broccoli, cottage cheese with peaches, and an assortment of desserts to choose from which brought my taste buds to the brim of excitement.

"Thank you maam," I muttered remembering our agreement.

"You're quite welcome," came the reply.

Perkins broke in with, "I'll have to have you over again tomorrow night to go into this matter with more detail."

I caught a wry smile come across the lips of Kelly at this remark. I knew then and there, that I was on a collision course with trouble with a capitol "T." I had seen that type of look many times in my life. It was the type of look which says, "So long for now, I'll gobble you up later." Trouble was, I found myself giving her the same type of look as her husband turned to face her instead of me. I let myself out.

I felt like such an idiot. Why had I returned her smile? Now I knew, that she knew, I was pleased with what I had seen. I had entered into the danger zone, and was trying hard to ignore what I was feeling. I hadn't been with a woman in a very long time, and this did not help matters. My flesh felt like it had been struck by lightning. I had to cool off.

I hit the cool shower, still thinking of Kelly. Her long black hair glistened in the light of the lit lamp behind her. The cold water was only a mild distraction, as I saw her soft curves again in my mind's eye. The cleavage of her tanned breasts. No, I was in Trouble!

It was Sunday, and I readied myself for Church. I felt like such a hypocrite. Here I was, going to worship God, with my flesh still on fire to see a married woman. A general's wife, no less!

The message of the day became a blur as I retraced Kelly's words over and over in my mind. "You can call me Kelly, when my husband is not around." What had she meant? Was she hitting on me? I wasn't sure what to think. One thing I knew for sure, I was going to find out. My sniffer had been aroused, along with the rest of me! I'd know better by the end of tonight's meeting with Perkins.

I rang the door bell and waited with anticipation, hoping it would be Kelly who answered the door. It was. She smiled, and beckoned me to come in. I didn't mean too, but I grinned sheepishly as I noticed that she was in a mini skirt with a low v neck.

I wondered if she had worn that outfit just for me. I told myself, I was losing it. I was just imagining this whole thing due to my being without it for so long. I followed her into the den.

"My husband isn't here. He's been called up to Washington to give a report on the situation to the President. He left some paper work for you to go over. Now, where did I leave it? Oh, now I remember, follow me."

She used her index finger to coax me, as she smiled that same wry smile I had seen the other night. I tried to tell her she could get the paper work and bring it out to me, but somehow the words just stuck in my throat as I followed her to the bedroom.

I felt it strange that the bedroom was as small as it was. She seemed to see the puzzled look on my face as she explained that it was not the master bedroom. It was used for special guests that had to work closely with her husband. It wasn't the explanation; it was the coy way in which she said it, that made my mind go numb. This could not be happening.

I had to get out of here. My mind told me to ask for the paper work, but my throat wouldn't open up to get the words out.

Kelly sat on the bed and opened up the drawer of the night stand next to it. Inside, I saw a folder with the words, "For your eyes only." I knew this was important, and I knew I should just grab the folder from her hands and run after she lifted it from the drawer, but before I could even begin to make a move to grab the folder, she was motioning with her hand for me to come over and sit next to her on the bed.

She explained that her husband had left strict instructions for her to explain the details of how I was to "Handle Everything."

She had put the folder down on the bed, and had run her hand across her breasts, as she spoke those last words. I had no doubt, that her husband had used those very words, but I seriously doubted, that he meant anything like, what she was implying.

She looked at me as if I was her next gourmet meal.

"What's the matter, don't you want to see what's inside?"

My mind raced with excitement, followed by thoughts of unbelief. This was my answer. I now knew I had not misinterpreted what I had noticed the other night.

I sat next to her on the bed, catching the scent of her. She smelled of lilacs. She threw back her hair tilting her head. She smiled again, as she brought my hand up to her breasts.

"Like I said, call me Kelly when my husband is not around."

She leaned into me, and opened her mouth for our first kiss. I had expected it to be rough, like a starving animal's. But it was in fact, just the opposite. It was tender and passionate. It was as if she and I had found the one person we had been searching for all our lives. Our tongues intertwined, not with rough passion, but instead, with tender, longing. I don't think even she, expected to feel, what we felt during that first kiss. We kissed for a long time. We took our time, exploring each other's mouths.

Afterwards, when we parted lips, we just stared at each other for a long while. She stroked my face, and I, stroked hers. I knew then, that whatever was happening, it was more than just a physical attraction. It seemed like an eternity before either one of us spoke. But I broke the silence.

"Are you sure you want this?"

She looked at me puzzled.

"I thought you liked me."

"I do."

"So what's the problem?"

"I could be court marshaled."

"Look, I really like you. My husband and I haven't been intimate in over a year. I hope you don't think I do this sort of thing all the time."

Her statement about not being intimate for over a year, really hit me hard.

"No, it isn't that, it's that this has happened so fast, I haven't had time to absorb it all."

"We can stop if you want to."

"No, I want this as much as you."

Again she moved in for another long kiss. This time, I started to maneuver her to the prone position on the bed. I knew her husband was going to be gone at least a couple of days. The folder and its information, was nothing to take lightly. I needed to get to it, but I could not let this moment pass me by. I wrapped my arms around her.

We took our time, knowing we had all night. She explored my body, and I explored hers. By morning's light, we were both exhausted, but fully satisfied.

"I should go; I have to get to my work. I'll need to go over this material, before your husband gets back."

"I understand, will you come back?"

"We'll have to be careful. This is extremely dangerous."

"I know, I promise to be careful to only meet when my husband is going away for more than one day. I know I let you believe that I was just an easy woman. I apologize for that, but I just didn't want you to get away, I felt a connection the moment I saw you at the door. I really meant it when I said this room is only used for special people with top clearance. I really only spoke the way I did, to make you stay. I really have never been with anyone else except my husband. Please don't think badly of me. I really wanted you to stay."

I left the house which was in a secluded spot, without fear of being seen. I was happy, but worried at the same time. I realized that there was no turning back now. I was in this for the long haul. I knew Kelly had spoken the truth about never being with anyone but her husband. Her kisses had told me all I needed to know.

I got to headquarters without incident. I opened the file that Kelly had given me. Inside, were memos on the whereabouts of my former professor. He was indeed in Russia. He was being held in Moscow. What was not so clear is whether or not he was actually there against his will or not.

It was time to prime my sniffer and get to work. This was going to take some time to weed out. The details were all pretty sketchy. I started to read, but kept thinking of Kelly. Eventually, I was able to finish everything with a little less than total concentration. Kelly kept taking that away.

I was just about to call it quits when the radio operator told me I had a call from Perkins. I went to the radio and listened to him ask me what I thought about the file I had just finished. I told him to give me a few days and I might be able to help him discover if the professor was there willingly or under compulsion.

Perkins told me that he would be gone another week, as he was being detained due to other pressing matters. I told him I would use the time wisely. I lied.

I left work and headed straight into Kelly's arms, and bed. She was a little surprised to find out that her husband had already told me how long he would be gone. I told her, I had promised her husband to use the time wisely. She laughed, and said, "Well, you can still use some of the time wisely, after I'm through with you, if you have any energy left."

What was I going to do? I knew she had total control over me now. I couldn't have stopped, even if I had wanted too. If it had been only sex, I could have ended it right after the first time. No, this was more than just about sex. Kelly was exciting in more ways than one. She was honest. Something I thought had gone out the window. Okay, she was not being honest with her husband, but she was being honest with me, and her feelings.

The night passed all too quickly as I left the next morning. I promised to return after work. I pulled off the property with her lilac smell imbedded into my nostrils, and my mind. Kelly, had become one scent my sniffer would never forget as long as I lived, even if this weather war, shortened both our lives.

Back on the job, I found myself pouring over the file I had been given once again. I studied the facts sheets. It was then that I caught my first wind of something amiss. I had to double check to be sure of my facts, but I could not deny it the second time I checked the paper work.

One of the fact sheets had the year wrong of the disappearance of my old professor. It stated that he went missing two years before he actually did go missing. I wondered whether this might be a typographical error. The day was correct, just the year was wrong. I decided to ask Perkins about the discrepancy. He would know.

Perkins arrived just a few days later. I wanted to ask him about the discrepancy in the paper work, but I kept thinking about his wife. How was I going to look him in the eye, knowing I was being intimate with his wife.

Thankfully, it was Perkins who broke the ice of the moment. He asked me what I had found out. I mentioned the discrepancy concerning the year of the professors abduction. He told me that there had been no mistake.

I told him that if we were talking about the same professor, then the date had to be wrong. He insisted that He himself had done the research, and knew we were talking about the same professor. However, he asked me if my memory might be faulty. I assured him it was not.

Thinking about the difference in the time frame, I remembered what the professor and I had been arguing about just before he disappeared. We had argued about quantum physics.

The professor's argument, was that time travel was possible if one could find the secret to understanding quantum physics. My argument, was that mankind had enough on his plate, without trying to play God.

I remembered how the professor had held out a notebook and asked me to look at his calculations, and theories. I had slapped the notebook away from my person.

I told the professor, that although I admired his mind, I felt his moral compass needed a little correcting. Strangely, I could almost feel the professor pointing his finger at me now, asking how my moral compass was since I had started sleeping with Perkin's wife. I cast aside the feelings of accusation. I started to focus on the idea, that the professor had wanted my help on his project of time travel, which was the reason he had even bothered to share the idea with me.

They say hindsight is twenty- twenty. I began to think maybe that saying was going to become my mainstay in this mysterious case of disappearance. It seemed that I was indeed going to have to look backwards, in order to find my way forwards in this case. I asked Perkins to consider going back to my old college to collect any evidence of what the professor had been working on just before his disappearance. Perkins told me that all that had been done.

I asked him if he had searched in the professor's hiding place. Perkins threw me a "what the heck are you talking about," stare. I explained to Perkins, that the professor and I had had a strange relationship. He took me into his confidence, and had invited me to see his off campus working space. I had refused, due to the fact that I had moral reservations about the things he was studying. However, he left the invitation open, and gave me the address to his "hidden lab" as he called it.

Perkins, about fell over.

"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

"Well, you only let me in on this matter a few days ago, and most of it you have been away."

"Well, I can't argue that point. Give me the location, and I'll go personally and check it out."

Honestly, I smiled at this remark; I knew that meant I would have more time to spend with Kelly. I hurriedly gave him the information. He told me to keep working on the matter, until he got back. He told me, that I may well be the key to unlocking this mystery. I didn't know exactly when Perkins would leave, but I kept my ears open for confirmation that he had left. Meanwhile, my mind went back to work on remembering everything I could, about the last conversation I had with my old college professor.

"Traveler," was the nickname I had given him. It seemed he was always talking about time travel, which gave me the idea that he wasn't really happy where he was. Professor Traveler had this idea that everything was working in reverse. Like a mirror image. I could not exactly make out his entire theory. He wouldn't let me that far inside his head. He wanted to be sure I would subscribe to helping him first.

Anyway, I knew that he had to be very close to figuring something out, because he was very excited in our last conversation. He seemed really disappointed that I did not want to be any part of his experiments. I thought it strange, that I had remembered the location of his hide out. I really must have been paying more attention to him than I realized. Turns out, that it paid off for Perkins, and maybe for the rest of us, including Kelly and me.

I got the word that Perkins had left on his private jet, and I knew it was safe to see Kelly again. Time to go to the castle, to see my princess. That is what she had come to be called by me in my mind. Her residence was the castle, and her husband, was the one who held her prisoner. It was the only way I could justify what was going on between the two of us. I was her knight in shining armor rescuing her from a terrible fate of loneliness.

I wasn't sure how the story would play out, but then, I was writing this story as I went along. There were a thousand different possible endings. I chose not to dwell on the tragic ones. I concentrated on the happily ever after ones.

I arrived at the castle early evening after excusing myself saying I needed to be alone to think more clearly on the case. No one even questioned it. As far as they were concerned, I was in like flint with the general, and whatever I needed to do, I needed to do! The rest of the men just went about their business without even questioning me.

Kelly opened the door wearing a knockout black dress which clung to her curves like latex gloves cling to a hand. I didn't wait to kiss her. She responded immediately, wrapping one of her long legs around the back side of my leg. If this relationship was going to end with us being swept away with a flood, or being found out by Perkins, I needed her to know how desperately much she meant to me. She pulled me inside and began to message me in my pleasure zone. I responded by cupping her breast and squeezing just enough to cause a slight pain, but then releasing.

We probed each other's mouths all the while. She practically dragged me into the small guest room and laughed in a playful girlish style. She seated herself on the bed and motioned for me to join in on her fun. I was powerless to resist. The passion rose as we fondled each other and explored every nook and cranny we could find on each other. Yes, this night was spent on animal lust. Only after we had our fill, did the passion wane to gentle kisses and caresses and talk of love.


Chapter 2

Getting to Know Kelly






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