Part 4 (2/2)

On Wednesday afternoons I had become Phyllisas property, with Bobby taking a small share. This Wednesday was different. I was late getting to Gradenas, mainly because I hated the idea of another parting. When I arrived, Phyllis, naked, pulled me quickly into his backdoor, her fat t.i.ts jiggling. aWhereave you been?a I asked innocently, aAre you in a hurry?a aOh, come on,a she said with a sniff. To my surprise she led me past the staircase and into the bathroom. Gradenas ruined figure waited for us, sitting on a stool while wearing a big grin and nothing else.

aThrow your clothes in the hall, Timmy,a the girl ordered.

aWhatas going on?a aBobby wants to do it in the bathroom.a I glanced penetratingly at him. Was he into water sports at his age a” in 1947?

It was both worse and better. He understood my look. aSheas got her period.a That brought me up short. I knew that some women like to af.u.c.k b.l.o.o.d.y,a as my second wife had called it, but G.o.d, what a mess! Hence the bathroom. But a”

I looked wonderingly at Phyllis. aAre you so sophisticated?a aItas his idea!a she declared defensively.

He retorted stoutly, aMy wife, bless her hot little soul, loved it to death. Get your clothes off, Timmy. Maybe I can teach you something today.a While I obeyed, he lowered his stool into the tub, which already contained a few inches of water. He sat down atop the stool and leaned back against the wall, while Phyllis settled over his ropy old c.o.c.k, today standing tall without any special stimulation.

aOoo!a she complained. aIt stings.a aBecause youare more sensitive,a he soothed her, awhich will soon pay off for you.a His hands on her hips urged a gentle back-and-forth motion.

He grinned at me. aNow we donat need rubbers.a Back to her: aKiss me, honey.a I finished undressing while they swapped spit. But I had my doubts that three could be made to work in that bathtub. Presumably the old boy wanted me to take his place on the stool.

Phyll had her own ideas about that. She raised her head and looked at me. aCan I suck on Tim?a Graden leered at me. aOn that cute little d.i.c.k? Weall both suck it.a By standing partly on the rim of the tub I was able to raise my equipment to the level of their mouths. What a ludicrous pose we made: a wrinkled old man with a plump young girl sliding her hips atop his, rubbing her lush t.i.ts into his gray chest, while both alternated in full-throat suction on the c.o.c.k of a p.u.b.escent lad happily playing the contortionist to ease their access! Any witness without a s.e.x organ involved must have laughed his or her head off.

Strike the need for an involved s.e.x organ. Phyllis began to giggle, followed by Graden, as their tongues came into play, licking and s...o...b..ring all over my c.o.c.k and each otheras faces, kissing each other with my c.o.c.k head between the two sets of lips. It was contagious. I found myself chuckling as well. But the girlas laugh developed a different component. She shuddered violently. Fortunately my c.o.c.k was in Gradenas mouth at that moment because her teeth snapped shut audibly.

The manas face turned bright red as he spat me out. aOh, good G.o.d!a he cried, eyes glaring at nothing, gripping the girlas body tightly in his arms. They froze momentarily. Gasping, he pushed the girlas torso erect. His right hand closed on his lumpy left pectoral and his red face contorted in anguish. aG.o.d, it hurts!a I demanded, aDid you bring him some nitro?a aIn the little bottle on his dresser,a she replied, gasping with wide eyes, releasing a c.o.c.k b.l.o.o.d.y and spotted with white bubbles as she rose off him.

In other circ.u.mstances I might have dwelt on that sight. Now I rushed through the house and up the stairs to his room, s.n.a.t.c.hed the little brown bottle that fortunately stood alone on his dresser, and nearly floated back down the stairs. One of my ankles was sore for the next day or two.

His face was paler but he was still moaning, hand in his armpit. I shook out one of the tiny pills and put it to his lips. aUnder the tongue, Bobby. Under the tongue!a When I had pushed it in, I added, aLet it dissolve there.a Phyllis stood over him in the tub. Now I had the chance to inspect b.l.o.o.d.y c.o.c.k, p.u.b.es, b.a.l.l.s and thighs. The girl was equally well coated. The water below them had a distinct red tinge. Apparently she was a heavy bleeder. I remembered discussing menstruation with my wife, who claimed that teenage girls usually were. I suppose it makes sense: thatas when they are easiest caught a” except during the menstrual flow itself. Odd, the difference between the human and other female mammals in that respect!

In a minute or so his arm came down. He stared at me. aIt really works!a I grinned. aOf course. How do you feel? Got a headache?a aNo. Well, a little, I guess. Thank you, Dr. Tim.a But his eyes sought Phyllas. aYou came, too!a aOh, yes!a she breathed. aYou are so wonderful, Bobby!a My little boy wanted to ask her if she hadnat noticed I saved his life, but my old man understood her priorities and was glad. She would not be another lonely Mealy.

I found some washrags in his linen closet and brought them to the tub. aYou both need cleaning up.a We helped him upstairs, helped him dress partly and left him in bed, smiling reminiscently.

Phyllisas clothing had been tossed into the downstairs hall along with mine. As I bent for my shorts, she caught my shrunken c.o.c.k. aYou didnat have any fun,a she explained, dropping to her knees and gobbling me up.

aYes, I did. Iall never forget you and Bobbie sucking me off together.a She withdrew long enough to say, aNow you get the off.a I watched her bobbing head. aYou seem to love doing this for me, Phyll, and that makes me wonder. I thought girls loved the biggest c.o.c.ks.a She snorted and leaned further forward. I could feel her chin on my b.a.l.l.s. I added, aYouare getting d.a.m.n good at it, a most skillful fellatrix.a She redoubled her efforts. Always praise your woman during a b.l.o.w.j.o.b. At least she canat argue with you.

She had learned to balloon her cheeks at the first spurt. In the silent house I could hear her throat work as she swallowed. Indeed a Cla.s.s A suck-off! She backed away, rose to her feet and smirked at me. Her face was unblemished.

aPhyll, youare the greatest,a I admitted, taking a deep breath and reaching again for my shorts.

aWhatas a fellatrix?a aA girl who really knows how to suck a d.i.c.k. Iam going to miss you, Phyll.a She paused in her own dressing. aWhat miss me? Youare right, you know. I do love you in my mouth. Iall suck it anytime you hold still.a aAny man would miss that. But Iall have to miss you. Iam leaving here next week. Theyare sending me to a university.a aOh, Timmy! Iall miss you, too.a She proceeded methodically to pull on her clothing. aCould I ask you something?a I would have chuckled. Obviously itas to a girlas advantage to have two strings to her bow, whatever their condition. aSure.a aBobby asked me to marry him. Mamma says itas crazy. What do you think?a

Chapter 4: Alice.

Mamma came in from the porch shuffling mail. aTimmy, hereas one for you.a aFrom Aunt Clara?a I asked, mildly bemused, looking up from my book. I had yet to create a public persona. Even the magazines Dad had grudgingly ordered for me were in his name. Only Clara had ever sent me personal mail, usually a birthday card, though months had pa.s.sed since my birthday.

aNo,a she answered, drawing near and handing me a small envelope. aThis isnat from Clara.a She grinned. aHave you made a pen pal?a It was addressed to Master Timothy Kimball in an almost familiar hand. Though the cursive was too neatly and uniformly composed to be considered childish, it had nevertheless been written with a pencil, probably Number Two, and was slightly smeared, perhaps by a postmanas fingers. The envelope, greeting card sized, bore no return address. Mammaas grin widened behind me when I took it out on the porch to open it in privacy.

The small note again was in pencil but the handwriting was fully mature and very familiar.

Tim, you old man,

This is the address I memorized from your records. a.s.suming you are the Timothy Peter Kimball who remembers Alice Farnsworth, nee Colsen, please call me in Chicago at 27-0564. The address is 13077 Lemolion Place, Apt. 9, but donat write me here. The difference is incredible!

Alice, still your best friend

I was stunned! I shuddered, breathed out and failed to inhale until I gasped. Alice had followed me! How was it possible? How had she determined the right universe?

My shocked mind was pleased to divert to that problem a” but the answer was obvious. When I reverted, how many other Timothy Kimb.a.l.l.s in other universes had done the same at the same moment a” a million? An infinity? Likewise as many Alices had reverted, too. Each must necessarily proceed to a different universe, in many cases one that exhibited far greater strangeness than the shape of paperclips or the location of bathtub drains. aThe difference is incredible!a I wondered what she meant.

But G.o.d, Alice was here! I whirled back into the house.

aMay I use the phone?a I asked my mother in a distracted voice.

She looked at me queerly. aIs something wrong, Timmy?a aI need to call someone in Chicago.a aTimmy, you sound so strange!a aPlease, I need to make this call. I canat explain.a I still spoke in a soprano voice but with the determination of an adult who expects to be obeyed.

aDarling, if thereas anything a”a I interrupted her sternly. aMother, I must make this phone call now.a She looked at me, her pretty boy, as though I had been possessed by an alien, which was close to the truth. aDo you know how to call Chicago?a Oops! She had a point: no area codes in this time and place. But the youthful Timmy had paid attention. aYou just tell the operator the city and the number, right?a aDial zero, first.a She sighed with a curious submissiveness. aGo ahead.a She watched, an eyebrow c.o.c.ked, as I told the number to the operator in my best adult female voice. After three rings a woman answered.

aMay I speak to Alice?a I asked, now using a sweet soprano.

aWhoas calling?a the woman responded suspiciously.

aBess, from school.a aBess who?a aTruman.a It was the first name that came to mind.

aEither youare crazy or I am,a the woman declared positively.

aWhy not both?a I asked reasonably. aWill you please let me speak to Alice?a Apparently she extended the receiver to someone. Her voice was distant. aThe presidentas wife wants you.a She added something else that I didnat catch, dealing with flying saucers.

A child said cautiously, ah.e.l.lo?a aAlice, this is Tim. I gave my name as Bess. Can you talk?a aOh good, Bess,a the child answered. I heard her take a deep breath. aThanks for calling. Did you note the homework a.s.signment?a aI noted your address and phone number. Is everything truly so different?a aIt sure is, so much that I donat want to believe it. Hold on a moment. Let me get my book and Iall read you the page numbers.a I waited, thinking that the timbre of her voice was little-girlish but not the inflection. In a moment she returned but her voice was lower. aTim, Iam alone now.a aAlice!a I fumed, ignoring my motheras stare. aHow did you get the right universe? Why did you do this?a aTim, I canat explain it now. Mom might come back anytime. She is totally unpredictable. I need to see you, but Iam just a little girl and I canat get away. Give me your number. Iam in a terrible, freakish situation. I fear for my safety! I need to escape.a aAre you healthy?a aYes, and you?a aIam twelve years old, Alice. Can you believe it?a At my recitation of the obvious her tone took on the impatience familiar from years of working together. aOf course, since Iam ten! Youave got to come for me, Tim, and soon.a aI shall, Alice. I donat know how yet, but Iall make it soon as I can.a aShe may actually kill me, Tim.a aWho may?a aMy mother.a She laughed bitterly. aWould you believe she has guessed part of the truth? Here she comes. Quick, give me your number.a When we hung up, I shook my head in astonishment, wondering what a ten year-old Alice looked like.

My mother snapped me back to the present. aThe right universe?a I looked into her eyes and sighed, then chuckled. aKidsa talk, Mamma.a Her eyes narrowed. aThe content, perhaps. Why should anyone doubt youare twelve years old? But not the tone.a Her voice firmed. aAll right, young man, I let you make your call. Now let me see that letter.a I studied her. aIt wonat clarify anything.a aLet me see it!a she ordered. I thought of defying her, but curiously the old man reminded me that she was still my mother.

I pa.s.sed it across to her. Her eyes flew over it. aOld man?a she breathed, staring at me. aThis Alice, who thinks sheas your best friend, is married?a I shook my head and plucked the letter out of her hand. aIall explain it to Dad when he gets home tonight.a With a sigh I added, aIam going to need his help.a aFor Alice?a aYes.a aWhatas happened to you, son?a I nodded. aThatas the basic question, all right!a She did not interfere as I went upstairs.

aWhatas the matter, Timmy? Are Clara and I moving too slowly to suit you?a Dad entered behind the couch where I sat scanning the financial pages of the newspaper. I had heard his car arrive in the driveway followed by the slam of the backdoor. Mamma had b.u.t.tonholed him in the kitchen. His tone of aggravation was not unexpected, though trust Dad to put an uncommon slant on it!

I looked up from my paper as he came around the couch. aWhatas the matter is that some events are moving too fast, in this case a stupidly unforeseen event.a aMeaning you should have foreseen it, eh? What happened a” did Airguidance bottom out?a aOh, no. In fact people are starting to appreciate it. Airguidance closed at ten and three-quarters yesterday.a aMore than doubled? Remarkable!a He flopped tiredly in the adjacent chair. aLetas cease sparring, Timmy. You upset your mother today. She was alarmed at your behavior. I understand you received a letter and then made a phone call to Chicago as a result.a He took a breath. aI a.s.sume it wasnat some frivolous, childish stunt. Whatas going on, son? Whom do you know in Chicago?a I sighed. aHer name is Alice Colsen a and she desperately needs my help.a I returned his stare earnestly. He leaned forward. aAnd sheas a married woman?a aNo, she isnat.a I sighed again. There was no way to avoid telling him the truth. aDad, the other day you asked me if I could explain the difference everyone has noticed in me since school started. I regret to admit that I was less than candid with you a” less than fully forthcoming, I mean. I know exactly what the difference is and what caused it. But I wanted to spare you that knowledge if I could. It seemed best for you to conclude that I had somehow enjoyed a sudden tremendous increase in intelligence, which perhaps is the conclusion you reached.a His eyes riveted mine. aDonat confuse results with causes.a I shook my head in admiration. aYou are still a step ahead of me! Youare right: the knowledge I possess, of physical nature, of human charactera a” I stared at him fixedly a” aof future events, is not available to twelve year-olds. How I came to possess that knowledge and ability is the real secret.a aAnd you know how it happened,a he suggested dryly.

aYes, of course. I caused it to happen.a He sniffed. aWell, then, perhaps you would care to share your technique. I could use a bit more a” Did you just claim knowledge of future events?a aYes, of major events that interested me.a aThat interested you? The past tense for a future event?a He sat up straight. aAre you aware of what that implies a” or was it simply a mistake?a aIt was no mistake, Dad.a He studied me. aAre you claiming to have a Wellsian time machine?a I nodded. aIt could be called a form of time travel.a He gripped the arms of his chair and stared at me. aI want to believe you. You are my son. But if the future is fixed, which foreknowledge implies, then Determinism is the order of the universe and that leaves no room for a”a He was after all a professional philosopher. Apparently I was stepping on some cherished theory. I interrupted him. aDonat jump to conclusions, Dad.a He blinked. aHave I overlooked something?a aIave thought about this, too, perhaps more than you. Events in time are indeed deterministic, but only in reverse. If it hasnat happened yet, we can change it. For example, sometime early this fall you smashed your car at the intersection of Summit and Elm. No one was hurt, but you faced such a repair bill that we had to cancel the Thanksgiving trip to Grandmaas, or so I was told, which is probably why I remember it. I bitterly resented missing her chocolate chess pie. Now, forewarned, you should be able to avoid the wreck.a aIall take the bus,a he announced dryly. aWhat else do you foresee, Mandrake?a aHmm. This is hard. I think it was also early in the fall of 1947 that a scandal erupted at the university, concerning a professor and his graduate student. I remember it because they published the studentas photo and I sympathized with the professor.a My father uttered a choking noise and glared at me in amazement. aHow did you hear about that?a His voice rose nearly to a shout. aIt was revealed to the Faculty Senate just this afternoon!a aSo you believe me? You accept the fact that I can see the future?a aAbsolutely not! You learned about this scandal somehow.a I sighed in regret. aI wish I could convince you. It would make my explanation more acceptable, but I cannot recall all the minutiae from 1947.a aWhy restrict your crystal ball?a he asked more calmly. aSomething must soon occur thatas important. Something always does.a I nodded reluctantly. aYes, very important, but something you wonat want to hear. You inherited high blood pressure and weak-walled cerebral arteries, yet you refused to see the doctors about it, or so Mamma said, with the most serious consequences a for us all.a aThatas not very funny, Timmy.a aNo. It was not funny at all. Even in 1947 they had drugs that would lower your blood pressure. See a doctor, Dad.a He looked into the distance. aMy blood pressure was why the army rejected me.a aI didnat know that. I wasnat told everything.a He took a breath. aWhen, Timmy?a I debated whether to answer. Maybe it would do some good. aDecember, 1949.a Again he took a breath. aGood G.o.d!a aBut itas certain only if you do nothing.a He shook himself and straightened up with a grin. aYouare slick, Timmy. You had me going there. For your information, Einstein proved time travel to be impossible.a aIn the same universe.a aIn the same a” Do you claim multiple universes? Thatas a contradiction in terms.a aIt depends on your definitions. How about multiple s.p.a.ce-time continua populating still another dimension of reality?a He stared at me.

I continued, aWe can experience only our home s.p.a.ce-time continuum a” universe, if youall accept a slight redefinition for the purposes of this discussion a” because we cannot even in principle build a device to investigate another universe. But we can project a personality a” knowledge and memories a” across universe boundaries to a simpler, that is, younger and less-cluttered version of the same brain.a He thought about it. aDo you claim to have done that?a aI have done that.a He raised an eyebrow. aWhat happened to my Timmy?a aHeas still here, sharing his body and mind with a 67 year-old version of himself from another universe.a a67!a he exclaimed.

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