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"In Hyde Park, London. in 1898, Queen Victoria is on the throne and the South African war has started. But on this warm summer day something very strange happens. Alexandra who is on a case there meets her very first love and Fiancé who was killed that very year fighting in South Africa. She realises that she has been given a second chance to do something, she regretted not doing her entire life. She and Owen share a secret and he finds out just who he might be."
Concept date: 15th July 2020 First published: 17th July 2021 Status: COMPLETE & PUBLISHED. Revisions: 4 [last revised November 2020] Version: Final. Published on-line Episode No. 05 Previous episode: "Alexandra and the Aztecs." Next episode: “Alexandra and the pirates.” Angel-in-charge: Margret Team Assigned: Team 74 Mission: 3 - 702790 - 6 - 1898 A 'TEMPORAL DETECTIVES' series original story is the version that this 'Alexandra' episode is based upon and NOT a 'Jericho Tibbs' legacy episode.  .bmp) THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG FOUL LANGAUAGE AND GRAPHIC SEXUAL REFERENCES!  THIS EPISODE MAY CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS:
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HUMAN YEARS:
Gregorian Calendar: MDCCCXCVIII
Muslim Calendar: 1315 - 1316 [AH]
Hebrew calendar: 5658-5659
Christian Calendar:1898AD
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"ALEXANDRA GRABS A SECOND CHANCE AT HAPPINESS.”
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"ALEXANDRA GRABS A SECOND CHANCE AT HAPPINESS."
by Stephen J. Williams.
1. HYDE PARK; LONDON - 4th AUGUST 1898.
Maude, the house maid, had laid the table cloth upon the dry grass and started to lay the plates, cups and glasses. She smiled at Frank the young footman and wiped her face. The summer heat was quite troubling, but she was glad to be out of the house on such a day. Frank hauled the wicker picnic basket from the back of the carriage and placed it gently by the cloth. “Best get the seats; they’re on their way back from the pond.” She smiled at Frank, who just sighed and walked slowly back to the carriage.
Old Sam the groom was giving the horses water from the wooden bucket, that usually hung from the carriage and cussing under his breath; he really didn’t like this heat. “They picked a right bloody day to have a picnic, not a drop of wind and no clouds...well, except that strange dark one.” He shielded his eyes and gestured towards the smoky grey cloud, floating above the tree line. Frank stared at it; “Well, a drop of rain will be welcomed by the gardeners, the lawns are starting to turn brown.” He pulled a couple of folding camp chairs from the carriages rear luggage box and wandered back to Maude.
“Old Sam is moaning about the weather; again.” He spoke quietly to the maid and chuckled. He loved being out of the house and into the sunshine, especially on a day like this, and having Maude all to himself; well, apart from old Sam and the family. He looked up at the strange cloud and wiped his face with his hankie. “I think its going to rain; the cloud seems to be getter darker.” Maude stared up at the cloud and sighed loudly; “Typical, just as we getting the blooming food out.” Frank smiled; “Best i get the big ‘brolly out.” He muttered and returned to the carriage.
He pulled the straw box out and checked the two wine bottles and then the children’s glass bottles of lemonade. He fancied a swig of the lemonade, but reluctantly dismissed that thought; losing your job over a drop of bloody sugared water and lemons, simply wasn’t worth it – never mind how thirsty he felt – and watched as Doctor Reginald Dickens, Mrs. Charlotte Dickens and the two children [Fanny & Robert] make their way to the picnic. He grabbed up the big umbrella and pushed it under his already full arms.
Young Robert had his model boat clutched with both hands and Fanny was throwing her big red ball into the air and catching it. They were clearly enjoying a day away from ‘Nanny’ and the nursery. He watched Mrs. Dickens walking – on her husband’s arm – and wiped his face again. He had a day dream about her; walking stark naked towards him, those wonderful big breasts of hers swinging and his hands slowly running over her arse.
Frank placed the straw box down and set up the umbrella, still watching the lovely Mrs. Dickens approaching. He thought - again - about those ample breasts, restrained under her pretty little summer jacket and smiled. But he was snapped from his delicious daydream by Maude speaking to him. “Penny for your thoughts. He [Doctor Dickens] would sack you with no notice, just for thinking about it.” But she grinned and returned to the picnic hamper.
Frank sighed, not surprised by Maude’s comments; she seemed to be able to read his bloody mind at times. But he smiled; good job the Doctor doesn’t have that talent! Frank and young Peter [the other footman] both shared sexual fantasies over the good doctor’s young wife. Maude was a pretty young girl, with quite a good figure, but Mrs. Dickens’s was a real beauty and he regularly masturbated, whilst thinking about her. He would fuck her at the drop of a hat; if she signalled that such an arrangement was acceptable and wanted by her. Frank watched her carefully as she walked towards him, smiling under her colourful parasol that she twirled gently.
She had ‘accidently’ touched his hands a few times; when he served her at dinner and on the odd occasion, he had helped her into a coat. Mrs. Dickens’s had always smiled demurely at him and said ‘Thank you’ quietly, with those stunning green eyes of hers, staring into his and blinking slowly. That was as far as the reality had gone; but his favourite fantasy was rushing into her bathroom. She would be shouting for help; there would a big spider in her bath. She would be standing naked, covered in soapy water and would fall into his arms. They would make passionate love – in various positions – until the water grew cold. Then they would part without a word being said. Then he remembered where he actually was and sighed.
He stared up at the cloud, now quite dark. There was no wind and a strange silence seemed to hang around this part of the park. He suddenly shivered; but there had been no drop in temperature, and no wind had suddenly blown up. He walked slowly back to the little picnic and whispered to Maude; “Did you feel that? It felt really cold for a second or two.” Maude shrugged her shoulders and muttered; “No.” She was busy putting out the sandwiches, boiled eggs, pork pies and cold chicken. “Get a couple more blankets for the children please.” She asked and gently placed the large cooked ham down on a platter.
Frank started to walk back to the carriage, where old Sam was now checking the harnesses and still moaning about the sunshine. That’s when the strangely dressed young man appeared in front of him, running full tilt and slammed into Frank, knocking him down and sprawling across the carefully laid out picnic. He rolled over the cloth and jumped to his feet. Frank eased himself up; a little shocked; the man had appeared from nowhere. “You dumb clot! What the hell are you doing?” Frank yelled, brushing himself down.
Frank stared at the young man; he was wearing dark trousers and a vivid pink shirt with what appeared to be a white doctor’s coat. But the most remarkable – and very strange – fact about the stranger was that he appeared to be smoking hot. Frank could actually see smoke coming from his clothes, yet he certainly wasn’t alight!
The man just stared at him and then pointed towards the sky; “For fuck sake! Run!” He shouted and turned, running as fast as he could from the scene. Frank turned and stared; there was nothing; just blackness. He could hear Maude screaming hysterically, but the darkness closed over him and he didn’t see or hear anything more.
2. TWO WORLDS COLLIDE.
Professor Roger Phelps could hear his own breathing and adjusted the full face mask and stared about the chamber. There were exposed cables and wrecked equipment strewn all across the small enclosure. He couldn’t see much because the foam from the fire suppressant system was everywhere. The ‘bomb proof’ glass doors now resembled a frosted glass window on a large scale; but they had done their job. The explosion and fire and had been contained. He folded his arms and shook his head. There was no trace of his young assistants. They were both gone; apparently totally vaporised. No body parts, no blood, no pieces of clothes. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing left of the pair.
He left the desolate little room and ordered the doors boarded up and the foam pumped out. The Health & Safety vultures will have a field day with this one. He would be closed down for months; maybe for good. He was on the verge of a breakthrough and just needed more time, but that time had apparently run out. Then, what the hell would he tell the families? That Danny Graves and Barbara Hoops had simply disappeared? Gone without a trace. He walked slowly back to his office and slumped behind the desk. He could murder a whisky right now.
What the fuck where those two doing in the chamber when the machine was on? The pair had clearly defied standard operating procedures and paid for it with their young lives. What the fuck where they up to? So many questions and few answers; yet. The Inquiry would jump all over him, despite the fact he wasn’t even there. The project was his responsibility and now, he would face the inquisition. He sighed and stared at the ceiling.
He recalled the arguments between himself and the pair; they wanted to try something new and recalibrate the machine. Danny had waved a thick wad of printouts under his nose, shouting about what the bloody computer had come up with. Barbara had – of course – agreed with Danny; she practically worshipped the ground he walked on. Well, not any more. The pair had worked, lived , loved and now, died together.
Roger stared at his phone; nineteen missed calls. He sat, hands over his face, and leaned back in his chair. He had been so close; so very close to success and now this. His office phone was lit up with unanswered calls. He grabbed it and threw it across the floor and then pulled open his bottom drawer, lifting the whisky bottle out. “Fuck it.” Was all he said to himself.
Jericho held up the orb and turned to Wilson; “Nothing. No traces. So no bloody demons involved here.” Wilson nodded and rubbed his chin; “It’s a hell of a story. The papers have largely dismissed it as fairy tales or urban legend. They’re full of the new war in South Africa. Least that damn war has pulled all the attention away from the incident.” Jericho watched Owen and Alex walking back from the tree line and muttered; “Yeah, but we still have six souls missing from this time and place. So something happened here.”
Wilson consulted his mirror; “The only survivor was a certain Samuel Gassings, who was the Dickens’s groom and he’s now in an asylum, totally off his rocker apparently. Whatever he witnessed made his mind go walkabout.” He pushed his mirror back into his coat pocket. He was quite happy to play the ‘Colonial’ gentleman on this mission. “Is it worth speaking to the poor old sod? I mean, now that he’s gone off his rocker.” Jericho shrugged his shoulders; “He’s the only witness we have at the moment.”
Owen wiped his face with a hankie and smiled at Alex, who had her arm through his; she really was beautiful, especially up close. He glanced back towards the trees, as he pushed his hankie back into his jacket pocket. He caught sight of a young woman, who had her back to the pair and partially hidden below a bright red parasol. He almost stopped walking; despite not seeing her face; she seemed familiar to him. He shrugged his shoulders and thought no more about it.
Alex and Owen joined the pair and Owen moaned about the heat; “I never thought that bloody England could get so hot.” He again, wiped his face and neck with his hankie. Alex was also moaning; not about the heat, but about the period clothes she was wearing. “I would have preferred to wear just shorts and a t-shirt. I had forgotten just how uncomfortable these damn clothes were, in warm weather. I think I’m bloody melting!”
Jericho chuckled; “If you walked around here in just shorts and a t-shirt, you would be arrested for indecency. Remember, these people use to cover bloody table legs, in case they caused men to have a sexual frenzy. We’ll get you an ice cream.” They walked slowly towards the Serpentine Road and a couple of ice-cream vendors that had set up there, under very colourful and large umbrellas.
Owen smiled at the thought of large cold ice cream and he spoke to Jericho about what Operations Control had confirmed about the incident. “No rogue time portals. This was not a natural occurrence of a slip in time. So we can tick that off the list. But what does that leave us?” They arrived at the ice cream stall and were greeted by a large Italian man who boasted a huge black moustache. He looked like an opera singer, who had fallen on hard times. He dished up four ice cream cornets and one was huge. He gave that to Alex and promptly started to serenade her from the opera ‘Nabucco’ (1842) by Giuseppe Verdi; badly.
Jericho gave him two shillings and told him not to give up his day job. At least Alex thanked him with a big smile and he wasn’t too disappointed. The team walked to the road’s edge and watched the passing people and carriages. The ice creams were actually really good, though Owen moaned about the special treatment Alex received from the singing ice cream seller. Wilson just chuckled; the boy still hadn’t learnt about the facts of life! A bloody big ice cream wasn’t the only thing the ice cream man wanted to give Alex. He would have to explain the phenomena of sexual behaviour to Owen later – much later.
A troop of cavalry passed by, resplendent in their red and blue uniforms, mounted on dark horses. The young officer turned his head a couple of times, looking at the team. Well, at Alex actually [no surprise there] then stopped and turned his horse about. The troop halted at the Corporals command. The officer rode up and jumped, with some grace, from his horse and lifted his helmet. "My God, it is, it's you Alexandra!" He said with some unrestrained happiness in his voice. He was a strapping specimen and when he removed his helmet, everyone would agree that he had the looks too.
Alex just stared at him, totally surprised. Finally she muttered; "David Shaw...David Shaw-Wilson. My word, your in the army now?" He nodded and slapped his horse's neck, grinning. "This is 'Thunder', father bought him for me, when I received my commission into the regiment. How have you been? Vikki would go nuts to know that I bumped into you!" Alex was clearly looking shocked by this unscheduled and unforeseen meeting. She turned to the smiling team members and introduced them. Mr. Jericho Tibbs, an investigative lawyer, Mr. Wilson Franklyn, his associate from New York and finally; Mr. Owen Jones, Mr. Tibbs young research assistant and clerk.
David shook hands all round and slapped Wilson on the arm; "Sweet heaven's, are all you yanks this big? I wouldn't like to face you on the battlefield my friend. Are you enjoying your London visit?" Wilson was taken back a little by David's familiarity, but happy about it. "I'm enjoying it very much...David."He replied slowly.
Alex said quietly to Owen; "David doesn't see colour in people, just people." She smiled and David said quickly, glancing back at his troop; "I must run. Duty calls, I have to get this bunch back for their lunch. But we must catch up, you and your friends come to 'Franco's' tonight at about seven, just tell them; your the Shaw-Wilson party. It's all on me and I'll bring Vikki along, so you girls can chat and catch up on the gossip. See you then." He kissed Alex's hand - twice - and was most reluctant to let go.
Finally, he rode away - looking back at Alex several times -and the team watched the cavalry troop disappear from view. Jericho gently took hold of Alex's arm and pulled her close. Wilson and Owen just stared, then realised that Alex was crying; no, she was sobbing and Jericho guided her to a bench and the pair sat down. Alex sobbed into Jericho's shoulder. Wilson and Owen were frankly shocked and puzzled by her behaviour; she wasn't a woman for crying over nothing. Owen slowly lowered his mirror and whispered to Wilson, who ran a hand over his face; "Poor bloody cow." was all he said.
3. FRACTURES OF THE HEART.
Alex was resting in her rooms. Ruth had taken her up some tea and sandwiches, but she hadn't touched them. Jericho stood by the fireplace, arms folded and unsmiling. Owen sat on the sofa, his mirror cradled in both hands. Wilson was slumped in his favourite chair, staring up at the ceiling.
Finally Jericho spoke quietly. "They were old friends, David was Alex's brother Charlie's, best friend. Apparently they were quite mad about each other, but because they were so young, their families wouldn't let them marry at the time. So they had to wait. Alex went to medical school and graduated as a doctor in 1898 and David joined his father's regiment. They met again in Hyde Park the year she became a doctor. We, of course, weren't with her when that originally happened." Jericho slowly eased himself into his armchair and asked Owen to pass the brandies around.
Owen remembered the young woman in the park, that had caught his eye and the realisation came over him; that was bloody Alex, walking alone in the park, waiting to meet [unscheduled] the young man who would become her lover! But David had met the 'other' Alex instead and wondered if that would change anything between the two. Jericho was talking again and that pulled his attention back to the story.
"Well, they got engaged and the wedding was set for for the following July. She would have become Mrs. or Doctor Alexandra Shaw-Wilson. But David was sent to South Africa with his regiment to fight the Boars. He was killed just weeks after arriving there. He went to help a wounded Boar soldier and the bastard pulled a pistol and shot him. Apparently, he told his men to take the Boar to the medical tent; with no further harm done to him. He made his sergeant promise to write to Alex, apologising for letting her down. He died some minutes later." Jericho accepted a glass of brandy from the silent Owen and knocked it back in one hit. The team sat in silence. No one could think of what to say to the grieving [yet again] Alex. The sudden meeting with her long lost love had torn open the fractures of her heart, that had taken so long to heal.
Owen sat on the sofa and quietly tapped his mirror and struggled with his thoughts, finally he came out with it [as usual!] he spoke directly to Jericho; "I'm sorry if this upsets anyone, but has Alex been lying to us? I mean, she always says that she married an Italian Count in the 1790's and died in 1801. How the hell could she get engaged to a bloody soldier in 1898 and become a doctor, working in Whitechapel Hospital in 1901? It doesn't make sense. Which is the true bloody story?"
Wilson stared at Jericho and sighed; he had really wanted to ask that question, but discretion and his growing feelings for Alex had stopped him. Jericho ran a hand over his face and almost smiled at the pair. "Both are true. Alex hasn't lied to you." That made Owen sit up in a little shock and some amazement. Wilson just smiled to himself. He had already figured that out, some time ago. Owen stared at the pair and said quietly; "But that means she must have travelled in time. I mean jumped back from the early 20th century or jumped forward to it?"
Jericho nodded; "She was born in 1871. The late Victorian and early Edwardian time period is her ordained time. She jumped back in time in 1901 to marry her Italian Count. He was the time traveller from the 1790's. She became very ill after a miscarriage in 1801 and would have died, but Henri [her husband] bought her back to 1901 and Alex's father and brother saved her life. They were both surgeons as well. The only one of the family who wasn't a doctor was Alex's sister; Elizabeth. She was a stage actress." He finished his brandy and walked over to the tray. "Re-fill anyone?" he asked softly.
Owen sat in silence and shook his head, still confused; "How did she become a Temporal detective? I mean she broke the rules, she should have been quarantined. How could she do that; you can't lie to an angel. The Duty Death Angel would have known her story." He sat back on the sofa and accepted another brandy from Jericho - who smiled broadly - and sipped his fresh brandy; "I convinced Angel Margret that she would make a good detective, after all, the best gamekeeper's were always former poachers!"
Owen stared at him - he could understand that - but why did Jericho help her? Jericho smiled again and slumped into his chair; "Oh, that was easy. I was married to her sister Elizabeth." The look on both Wilson's and Owen's faces was totally priceless. Jericho was Alex's brother-in-law!
"Fuck me, I won't be ever be more surprised in my life, not even if I live for a thousand years." Owen muttered and downed his brandy in one hit. "I know I can rely on the pair of you to keep this between us and Angel Margret." Jericho said and raised his glass; "To REAL friends." Was all he said. Owen and Wilson nodded at that sentiment.
"I don't think she should go to that dinner. That would be bloody awful for her." Wilson finally said and sipped his brandy; Owen had refilled all their glasses. The door swung open and a very sad, but composed Alex strode in. She was dressed in a beautiful dinner gown, wearing a stunning white necklace of pearls. She looked truly beautiful. She placed her hands on her hips and almost smiled; "Come on. He invited you as well. This will probably be the last time, I ever see and talk to the love of my entire life. So shift your bleeding bums!"
They all leapt to their feet; smiling broadly. "Whatever you say baby sister." Was all Wilson muttered and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. She grabbed his hand and held it tight for a few seconds. "First real love, do you understand that?" She whispered to him. Wilson nodded slowly; he certainly did.
Jericho was pleased - and really impressed - that Owen kept his new knowledge about Alex's history to himself. The boy was really starting to grow up. He was about to impress Jericho even more, as they stood outside the posh restaurant in the warm evening sunshine. He had remembered about the other 'Alex' and spoke quietly to Jericho - who didn't smile - he had realised the serious ramifications that could happen with Owen's revelation. If the original Alex didn't show up tonight, the current human time line could change and with it; Alexandra's entire fate and destiny.
The team waited outside, whilst Owen was sent into the restaurant to see if the other 'Alex' was there. He came back grim faced; she wasn't. Jericho sighed and everyone headed for the pub opposite. There was no problem with Alex being in the pub; there were several ladies - with their escorts - already in the establishment; it catered for theatre crowds, which invariably had women amongst them. It was clearly considered a respectable place for women to be seen in.
Jericho summed up the situation, as they sipped drinks at a quiet table by the window; watching the restaurant opposite. They had basically cocked up and by 'their Alex' talking to young David and not her original self; there could be unwanted changes to the time line and that wasn't good. Alex wiped a few tears from her face and could not smile, she desperately wanted a little chat with her lost love; she wanted that desperately. But she knew the danger, she was now in. She was totally surprised and amazed - though pleased - that Wilson and Owen hadn't mentioned this little episode of her past; she couldn't explain it without more lies or half truths and she really didn't want to do that to them; they deserved far better.
Wilson checked his fob watch; only twenty minutes before young David was due to arrive with his sister Vikki. For once, the temporal detectives were really running out of time! Jericho consulted his mirror discretely and ran a hand over his face; there was only one option left to them and he went for it. He would have some explaining to do with Angel Margret; but he really had no other choice.
Little Lillian, the barmaid stared across the pub, that was quickly filling with the usual theatre crowd and was confused and quite surprised; she would have sworn that table 7 had customers sitting around it. She had especially noticed the beautiful young women in a wonderful evening dress and of course, the big black fella. But there was no one sitting at table 7 now. How the hell did they depart without her seeing them go?
4. A TSUNAMI OF TIME.
Maude, the house maid, had laid the table cloth upon the dry grass and started to lay the plates, cups and glasses. She smiled at Frank the young footman and wiped her face. The summer heat was quite troubling, but she was glad to be out of the house on such a day. Frank hauled the wicker picnic basket from the back of the carriage and placed it gently by the cloth. “Best get the seats; they’re on their way back from the pond.” She smiled at Frank, who just sighed and walked slowly back to the carriage.
Old Sam the groom was giving the horses water from the wooden bucket, that usually hung from the carriage and cussing under his breath; he really didn’t like this heat. “They picked a right bloody day to have a picnic, not a drop of wind and no clouds...well, except that strange dark one.” He shielded his eyes and gestured towards the smoky grey cloud, floating above the tree line. Frank stared at it; “Well, a drop of rain will be welcomed by the gardeners, the lawns are starting to turn brown.” He pulled a couple of folding camp chairs from the carriages rear luggage box and wandered back to Maude.
“Old Sam is moaning about the weather; again.” He spoke quietly to the maid and chuckled. He loved being out of the house and into the sunshine, especially on a day like this, and having Maude all to himself; well, apart from old Sam and the family. He looked up at the strange cloud and wiped his face with his hankie. “I think its going to rain; the cloud seems to be getter darker.” Maude stared up at the cloud and sighed loudly; “Typical, just as we getting the blooming food out.” Frank smiled; “Best i get the big ‘brolly out.” He muttered and returned to the carriage.
He pulled the straw box out and checked the two wine bottles and then the children’s glass bottles of lemonade. He fancied a swig of the lemonade, but reluctantly dismissed that thought; losing your job over a drop of bloody sugared water and lemons, simply wasn’t worth it – never mind how thirsty he felt – and watched as Doctor Reginald Dickens, Mrs. Charlotte Dickens and the two children [Fanny & Robert] make their way to the picnic. He grabbed up the big umbrella and pushed it under his already full arms.
Young Robert had his model boat clutched with both hands and Fanny was throwing her big red ball into the air and catching it. They were clearly enjoying a day away from ‘Nanny’ and the nursery. He watched Mrs. Dickens walking – on her husband’s arm – and wiped his face again. He had a day dream about her; walking stark naked towards him, those wonderful big breasts of hers swinging and his hands slowly running over her arse.
Frank placed the straw box down and set up the umbrella, still watching the lovely Mrs. Dickens approaching. He thought - again - about those ample breasts, restrained under her pretty little summer jacket and smiled. But he was snapped from his delicious daydream by Maude speaking to him. “Penny for your thoughts. He [Doctor Dickens] would sack you with no notice, just for thinking about it.” But she grinned and returned to the picnic hamper.
Frank sighed, not surprised by Maude’s comments; she seemed to be able to read his bloody mind at times. But he smiled; good job the Doctor doesn’t have that talent! Frank and young Peter [the other footman] both shared sexual fantasies over the good doctor’s young wife. Maude was a pretty young girl, with quite a good figure, but Mrs. Dickens’s was a real beauty and he regularly masturbated, whilst thinking about her. He would fuck her at the drop of a hat; if she signalled that such an arrangement was acceptable and wanted by her. Frank watched her carefully as she walked towards him, smiling under her colourful parasol that she twirled gently.
She had ‘accidently’ touched his hands a few times; when he served her at dinner and on the odd occasion, he had helped her into a coat. Mrs. Dickens’s had always smiled demurely at him and said ‘Thank you’ quietly, with those stunning green eyes of hers, staring into his and blinking slowly. That was as far as the reality had gone; but his favourite fantasy was rushing into her bathroom. She would be shouting for help; there would a big spider in her bath. She would be standing naked, covered in soapy water and would fall into his arms. They would make passionate love – in various positions – until the water grew cold. Then they would part without a word being said. Then he remembered where he actually was and sighed.
He stared up at the cloud, now quite dark. There was no wind and a strange silence seemed to hang around this part of the park. He suddenly shivered; but there had been no drop in temperature, and no wind had suddenly blown up. He walked slowly back to the little picnic and whispered to Maude; “Did you feel that? It felt really cold for a second or two.” Maude shrugged her shoulders and muttered; “No.” She was busy putting out the sandwiches, boiled eggs, pork pies and cold chicken. “Get a couple more blankets for the children please.” She asked and gently placed the large cooked ham down on a platter.
Frank started to walk back to the carriage, where old Sam was now checking the harnesses and still moaning about the sunshine. That’s when the strangely dressed young man appeared in front of him, running full tilt and slammed into Frank, knocking him down and sprawling across the carefully laid out picnic. He rolled over the cloth and jumped to his feet. Frank eased himself up; a little shocked; the man had appeared from nowhere. “You dumb clot! What the hell are you doing?” Frank yelled, brushing himself down.
Frank stared at the young man; he was wearing dark trousers and a vivid pink shirt with what appeared to be a white doctor’s coat. But the most remarkable – and very strange – fact about the stranger was that he appeared to be smoking hot. Frank could actually see smoke coming from his clothes, yet he certainly wasn’t alight!
The man just stared at him and then pointed towards the sky; “For fuck sake! Run!” He shouted and turned, running as fast as he could from the scene. Frank turned and stared; there was nothing; just blackness. He could hear Maude screaming hysterically, but the darkness closed over him and he didn’t see or hear anything more.
2. TWO WORLDS COLLIDE.
Professor Roger Phelps could hear his own breathing and adjusted the full face mask and stared about the chamber. There were exposed cables and wrecked equipment strewn all across the small enclosure. He couldn’t see much because the foam from the fire suppressant system was everywhere. The ‘bomb proof’ glass doors now resembled a frosted glass window on a large scale; but they had done their job. The explosion and fire and had been contained. He folded his arms and shook his head. There was no trace of his young assistants. They were both gone; apparently totally vaporised. No body parts, no blood, no pieces of clothes. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing left of the pair.
He left the desolate little room and ordered the doors boarded up and the foam pumped out. The Health & Safety vultures will have a field day with this one. He would be closed down for months; maybe for good. He was on the verge of a breakthrough and just needed more time, but that time had apparently run out. Then, what the hell would he tell the families? That Danny Graves and Barbara Hoops had simply disappeared? Gone without a trace. He walked slowly back to his office and slumped behind the desk. He could murder a whisky right now.
What the fuck where those two doing in the chamber when the machine was on? The pair had clearly defied standard operating procedures and paid for it with their young lives. What the fuck where they up to? So many questions and few answers; yet. The Inquiry would jump all over him, despite the fact he wasn’t even there. The project was his responsibility and now, he would face the inquisition. He sighed and stared at the ceiling.
He recalled the arguments between himself and the pair; they wanted to try something new and recalibrate the machine. Danny had waved a thick wad of printouts under his nose, shouting about what the bloody computer had come up with. Barbara had – of course – agreed with Danny; she practically worshipped the ground he walked on. Well, not any more. The pair had worked, lived , loved and now, died together.
Roger stared at his phone; nineteen missed calls. He sat, hands over his face, and leaned back in his chair. He had been so close; so very close to success and now this. His office phone was lit up with unanswered calls. He grabbed it and threw it across the floor and then pulled open his bottom drawer, lifting the whisky bottle out. “Fuck it.” Was all he said to himself.
Jericho held up the orb and turned to Wilson; “Nothing. No traces. So no bloody demons involved here.” Wilson nodded and rubbed his chin; “It’s a hell of a story. The papers have largely dismissed it as fairy tales or urban legend. They’re full of the new war in South Africa. Least that damn war has pulled all the attention away from the incident.” Jericho watched Owen and Alex walking back from the tree line and muttered; “Yeah, but we still have six souls missing from this time and place. So something happened here.”
Wilson consulted his mirror; “The only survivor was a certain Samuel Gassings, who was the Dickens’s groom and he’s now in an asylum, totally off his rocker apparently. Whatever he witnessed made his mind go walkabout.” He pushed his mirror back into his coat pocket. He was quite happy to play the ‘Colonial’ gentleman on this mission. “Is it worth speaking to the poor old sod? I mean, now that he’s gone off his rocker.” Jericho shrugged his shoulders; “He’s the only witness we have at the moment.”
Owen wiped his face with a hankie and smiled at Alex, who had her arm through his; she really was beautiful, especially up close. He glanced back towards the trees, as he pushed his hankie back into his jacket pocket. He caught sight of a young woman, who had her back to the pair and partially hidden below a bright red parasol. He almost stopped walking; despite not seeing her face; she seemed familiar to him. He shrugged his shoulders and thought no more about it.
Alex and Owen joined the pair and Owen moaned about the heat; “I never thought that bloody England could get so hot.” He again, wiped his face and neck with his hankie. Alex was also moaning; not about the heat, but about the period clothes she was wearing. “I would have preferred to wear just shorts and a t-shirt. I had forgotten just how uncomfortable these damn clothes were, in warm weather. I think I’m bloody melting!”
Jericho chuckled; “If you walked around here in just shorts and a t-shirt, you would be arrested for indecency. Remember, these people use to cover bloody table legs, in case they caused men to have a sexual frenzy. We’ll get you an ice cream.” They walked slowly towards the Serpentine Road and a couple of ice-cream vendors that had set up there, under very colourful and large umbrellas.
Owen smiled at the thought of large cold ice cream and he spoke to Jericho about what Operations Control had confirmed about the incident. “No rogue time portals. This was not a natural occurrence of a slip in time. So we can tick that off the list. But what does that leave us?” They arrived at the ice cream stall and were greeted by a large Italian man who boasted a huge black moustache. He looked like an opera singer, who had fallen on hard times. He dished up four ice cream cornets and one was huge. He gave that to Alex and promptly started to serenade her from the opera ‘Nabucco’ (1842) by Giuseppe Verdi; badly.
Jericho gave him two shillings and told him not to give up his day job. At least Alex thanked him with a big smile and he wasn’t too disappointed. The team walked to the road’s edge and watched the passing people and carriages. The ice creams were actually really good, though Owen moaned about the special treatment Alex received from the singing ice cream seller. Wilson just chuckled; the boy still hadn’t learnt about the facts of life! A bloody big ice cream wasn’t the only thing the ice cream man wanted to give Alex. He would have to explain the phenomena of sexual behaviour to Owen later – much later.
A troop of cavalry passed by, resplendent in their red and blue uniforms, mounted on dark horses. The young officer turned his head a couple of times, looking at the team. Well, at Alex actually [no surprise there] then stopped and turned his horse about. The troop halted at the Corporals command. The officer rode up and jumped, with some grace, from his horse and lifted his helmet. "My God, it is, it's you Alexandra!" He said with some unrestrained happiness in his voice. He was a strapping specimen and when he removed his helmet, everyone would agree that he had the looks too.
Alex just stared at him, totally surprised. Finally she muttered; "David Shaw...David Shaw-Wilson. My word, your in the army now?" He nodded and slapped his horse's neck, grinning. "This is 'Thunder', father bought him for me, when I received my commission into the regiment. How have you been? Vikki would go nuts to know that I bumped into you!" Alex was clearly looking shocked by this unscheduled and unforeseen meeting. She turned to the smiling team members and introduced them. Mr. Jericho Tibbs, an investigative lawyer, Mr. Wilson Franklyn, his associate from New York and finally; Mr. Owen Jones, Mr. Tibbs young research assistant and clerk.
David shook hands all round and slapped Wilson on the arm; "Sweet heaven's, are all you yanks this big? I wouldn't like to face you on the battlefield my friend. Are you enjoying your London visit?" Wilson was taken back a little by David's familiarity, but happy about it. "I'm enjoying it very much...David."He replied slowly.
Alex said quietly to Owen; "David doesn't see colour in people, just people." She smiled and David said quickly, glancing back at his troop; "I must run. Duty calls, I have to get this bunch back for their lunch. But we must catch up, you and your friends come to 'Franco's' tonight at about seven, just tell them; your the Shaw-Wilson party. It's all on me and I'll bring Vikki along, so you girls can chat and catch up on the gossip. See you then." He kissed Alex's hand - twice - and was most reluctant to let go.
Finally, he rode away - looking back at Alex several times -and the team watched the cavalry troop disappear from view. Jericho gently took hold of Alex's arm and pulled her close. Wilson and Owen just stared, then realised that Alex was crying; no, she was sobbing and Jericho guided her to a bench and the pair sat down. Alex sobbed into Jericho's shoulder. Wilson and Owen were frankly shocked and puzzled by her behaviour; she wasn't a woman for crying over nothing. Owen slowly lowered his mirror and whispered to Wilson, who ran a hand over his face; "Poor bloody cow." was all he said.
3. FRACTURES OF THE HEART.
Alex was resting in her rooms. Ruth had taken her up some tea and sandwiches, but she hadn't touched them. Jericho stood by the fireplace, arms folded and unsmiling. Owen sat on the sofa, his mirror cradled in both hands. Wilson was slumped in his favourite chair, staring up at the ceiling.
Finally Jericho spoke quietly. "They were old friends, David was Alex's brother Charlie's, best friend. Apparently they were quite mad about each other, but because they were so young, their families wouldn't let them marry at the time. So they had to wait. Alex went to medical school and graduated as a doctor in 1898 and David joined his father's regiment. They met again in Hyde Park the year she became a doctor. We, of course, weren't with her when that originally happened." Jericho slowly eased himself into his armchair and asked Owen to pass the brandies around.
Owen remembered the young woman in the park, that had caught his eye and the realisation came over him; that was bloody Alex, walking alone in the park, waiting to meet [unscheduled] the young man who would become her lover! But David had met the 'other' Alex instead and wondered if that would change anything between the two. Jericho was talking again and that pulled his attention back to the story.
"Well, they got engaged and the wedding was set for for the following July. She would have become Mrs. or Doctor Alexandra Shaw-Wilson. But David was sent to South Africa with his regiment to fight the Boars. He was killed just weeks after arriving there. He went to help a wounded Boar soldier and the bastard pulled a pistol and shot him. Apparently, he told his men to take the Boar to the medical tent; with no further harm done to him. He made his sergeant promise to write to Alex, apologising for letting her down. He died some minutes later." Jericho accepted a glass of brandy from the silent Owen and knocked it back in one hit. The team sat in silence. No one could think of what to say to the grieving [yet again] Alex. The sudden meeting with her long lost love had torn open the fractures of her heart, that had taken so long to heal.
Owen sat on the sofa and quietly tapped his mirror and struggled with his thoughts, finally he came out with it [as usual!] he spoke directly to Jericho; "I'm sorry if this upsets anyone, but has Alex been lying to us? I mean, she always says that she married an Italian Count in the 1790's and died in 1801. How the hell could she get engaged to a bloody soldier in 1898 and become a doctor, working in Whitechapel Hospital in 1901? It doesn't make sense. Which is the true bloody story?"
Wilson stared at Jericho and sighed; he had really wanted to ask that question, but discretion and his growing feelings for Alex had stopped him. Jericho ran a hand over his face and almost smiled at the pair. "Both are true. Alex hasn't lied to you." That made Owen sit up in a little shock and some amazement. Wilson just smiled to himself. He had already figured that out, some time ago. Owen stared at the pair and said quietly; "But that means she must have travelled in time. I mean jumped back from the early 20th century or jumped forward to it?"
Jericho nodded; "She was born in 1871. The late Victorian and early Edwardian time period is her ordained time. She jumped back in time in 1901 to marry her Italian Count. He was the time traveller from the 1790's. She became very ill after a miscarriage in 1801 and would have died, but Henri [her husband] bought her back to 1901 and Alex's father and brother saved her life. They were both surgeons as well. The only one of the family who wasn't a doctor was Alex's sister; Elizabeth. She was a stage actress." He finished his brandy and walked over to the tray. "Re-fill anyone?" he asked softly.
Owen sat in silence and shook his head, still confused; "How did she become a Temporal detective? I mean she broke the rules, she should have been quarantined. How could she do that; you can't lie to an angel. The Duty Death Angel would have known her story." He sat back on the sofa and accepted another brandy from Jericho - who smiled broadly - and sipped his fresh brandy; "I convinced Angel Margret that she would make a good detective, after all, the best gamekeeper's were always former poachers!"
Owen stared at him - he could understand that - but why did Jericho help her? Jericho smiled again and slumped into his chair; "Oh, that was easy. I was married to her sister Elizabeth." The look on both Wilson's and Owen's faces was totally priceless. Jericho was Alex's brother-in-law!
"Fuck me, I won't be ever be more surprised in my life, not even if I live for a thousand years." Owen muttered and downed his brandy in one hit. "I know I can rely on the pair of you to keep this between us and Angel Margret." Jericho said and raised his glass; "To REAL friends." Was all he said. Owen and Wilson nodded at that sentiment.
"I don't think she should go to that dinner. That would be bloody awful for her." Wilson finally said and sipped his brandy; Owen had refilled all their glasses. The door swung open and a very sad, but composed Alex strode in. She was dressed in a beautiful dinner gown, wearing a stunning white necklace of pearls. She looked truly beautiful. She placed her hands on her hips and almost smiled; "Come on. He invited you as well. This will probably be the last time, I ever see and talk to the love of my entire life. So shift your bleeding bums!"
They all leapt to their feet; smiling broadly. "Whatever you say baby sister." Was all Wilson muttered and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. She grabbed his hand and held it tight for a few seconds. "First real love, do you understand that?" She whispered to him. Wilson nodded slowly; he certainly did.
Jericho was pleased - and really impressed - that Owen kept his new knowledge about Alex's history to himself. The boy was really starting to grow up. He was about to impress Jericho even more, as they stood outside the posh restaurant in the warm evening sunshine. He had remembered about the other 'Alex' and spoke quietly to Jericho - who didn't smile - he had realised the serious ramifications that could happen with Owen's revelation. If the original Alex didn't show up tonight, the current human time line could change and with it; Alexandra's entire fate and destiny.
The team waited outside, whilst Owen was sent into the restaurant to see if the other 'Alex' was there. He came back grim faced; she wasn't. Jericho sighed and everyone headed for the pub opposite. There was no problem with Alex being in the pub; there were several ladies - with their escorts - already in the establishment; it catered for theatre crowds, which invariably had women amongst them. It was clearly considered a respectable place for women to be seen in.
Jericho summed up the situation, as they sipped drinks at a quiet table by the window; watching the restaurant opposite. They had basically cocked up and by 'their Alex' talking to young David and not her original self; there could be unwanted changes to the time line and that wasn't good. Alex wiped a few tears from her face and could not smile, she desperately wanted a little chat with her lost love; she wanted that desperately. But she knew the danger, she was now in. She was totally surprised and amazed - though pleased - that Wilson and Owen hadn't mentioned this little episode of her past; she couldn't explain it without more lies or half truths and she really didn't want to do that to them; they deserved far better.
Wilson checked his fob watch; only twenty minutes before young David was due to arrive with his sister Vikki. For once, the temporal detectives were really running out of time! Jericho consulted his mirror discretely and ran a hand over his face; there was only one option left to them and he went for it. He would have some explaining to do with Angel Margret; but he really had no other choice.
Little Lillian, the barmaid stared across the pub, that was quickly filling with the usual theatre crowd and was confused and quite surprised; she would have sworn that table 7 had customers sitting around it. She had especially noticed the beautiful young women in a wonderful evening dress and of course, the big black fella. But there was no one sitting at table 7 now. How the hell did they depart without her seeing them go?
4. A TSUNAMI OF TIME.
Supplies had pulled out all stops and the team sat in the relative shade of their carriage, stationery on the Serpentine Road. Owen passed around a cold bottle of lemonade and everyone took a sip. Alex was constantly peering out the small window, on her side of the carriage, whilst Wilson did the same on his side.
Jericho consulted his mirror and sighed; "Its almost midday. That's about the time the papers record the strange event happening." He leaned across Alex and pointed to the tree's, adding; "There's the Dicken's carriage and old Samuel. So that must be their picnic. I can see a maid, she was called Maude Manning and is eighteen. The young man must be the footman; Frank Holmes."
Owen took a swig from the lemonade bottle and pushed the cork back in. "I don't know who Mr. R. White was, but he made bloody good lemonade." and placed the bottle on the seat. Wilson chuckled; "Never mind the bloody lemonade, Angel Margret will go nuts, that we're taking this risk, by appearing at this time and place. She doesn't like her teams being present when uncountable and unscheduled events occur in the time line. Just by being here, we could change everything and make the situation far worse. Just one little action out of place and we're in the shit." Alex nodded her agreement with that, but smiled. She really did have friends and colleagues that would stand by her; regardless.
Jericho stared out the window on Alex's side and pulled out his mirror; it was flashing a warning. Something had occurred in 1984, in London and it was linked to here, at this time. "Some fucking idiot has fractured time!" He exclaimed and tapped at his mirror. Owen suddenly shouted; "For fuck sake! Look there! some man has just appeared out of nowhere and he appears to be smoking hot!" Everyone squeezed near the window and watched in horror and fascination, as the huge black hole appeared. But it appeared to be moving like a wall of water. Wilson shouted; "A bloody Tsunami of time!"
They watched as it rolled over the family, then the young footman and finally the screaming maid. Everyone noted it had missed the young man in the doctors coat and he was left hiding in a clump of trees. Jericho grunted; "Got it." He pushed open the carriage door and the team decamped, running up towards the picnic and the strange young man hiding in the bushes. They all noticed old Samuel staggering around, holding his head and screaming for his mother. He collapsed onto the grass, sobbing loudly.
"Leave him!" Was all Jericho shouted and they ran across the to where the young man lay cowering. Owen helped him up. Jericho didn't waste any time, he told the man about the fracture in time, in1984 and what did he do, to cause the damn thing. Danny staggered a bit and sat back down, he held his head with both hands and breathed deeply. "We're almost had it. We knew with a few little adjustments we would succeed. How the hell did we fuck up?" He muttered.
Alex gripped his shoulder; "What were you about to succeed in Danny?" He looked up at her - he didn't smile - and sighed; "Moving physical objects from one place to another without the need for planes, trains, ships or vehicles. It would have been worth a fortune, not to mention the bloody fame and possibly Nobel prizes." He actually chuckled, adding; "What a bunch of bloody stupid bastards."
"Where the fuck is poor Barbara?" He asked and shook his head with great sadness. "She was right there, next to me when the bloody machine malfunctioned; she should be here now, shouldn't she?" Jericho checked his mirror and shook his head; "There's no trace of Ms. Barbara Hoops in any time line now..." the stopped talking and re-read his mirror and managed a smile; "According to Human Records, she popped up in this very park but in Summer 1772. I hope she knows how to look after herself; This place was notorious - at the time - for prostitutes, cut throats, pimps and perverts."
Danny nodded; "She certainly can. She gave me a right hook just for insulting her crazy father." He rubbed his chin in memory of that unpleasant event. Alex grinned; "Now that sounds like the kind of woman; I would love to call a friend!" Wilson and Jericho chuckled, but Owen just pulled a face; "Another crazy feminist bitch that thinks its a man." He muttered and then saw the look on Alex's face and added - with a smile - "That's what some very backward thinking men would say." He shrugged his shoulders as Wilson laughed at his wonderful piece of back peddling.
Jericho gestured to Alex and said quietly; "Jump back and pick her up please Alexandra and do it without changing the entire bloody world." Alex checked her mirror for the co-ordinates that Jericho had just sent her and operated her mirror. Danny staggered back in a little shock as Alex vanished. Jericho turned to him; "Don't worry Danny, Alexandra will pick her up. She'll be fine. Now lets sort this bloody mess out." Danny could only nod his head.
Jericho rubbed his chin; "They fractured the fabric of time. Somehow their bloody machine released a time portal of huge dimensions and power. It's rolling between time periods and sweeping up any living thing along with it. We could be standing here and it could have dropped a bloody dinosaur on us...or send those poor people back to Jurassic times. My mirror clocked where it had come from and was now headed."
Wilson took a deep breath; "How do we stop the bloody thing?" Owen stood watching the sky line and said quietly; "That's a very good question big man and we need a answer fast; really fast." Wilson chuckled; "Why so fast baby brother?" Owen pointed to the tree line; "Because the fucking thing is back!" They all watched the gathering darkness and Jericho pulled out his mirror. "Your coming with us Danny, you started this nightmare and you can help us stop it." He operated his mirror and the little group disappeared.
They stood in the slight drizzle and watched the traffic passing through the gates of the 'Klass Institute' with little interest until Danny quietly pointed out the big black BMW car that swept through the gates without being stopped by the several security guards. "That's old man Klass himself. He came to visit the day before the machine went nuts. He was always pushing our boss; professor Roger Phelps to get results - any bloody results - apparently the project had cost about 600 million dollars so far." Danny looked a little puzzled; "I don't remember him visiting on the day of the accident."
Jericho checked his mirror; "We're here some two hours before the accident occurred. Your going to get us in there Danny and we have to stop the accident happening." Danny nodded and stood thinking; hands on hips. Finally he said; "They were expecting a medical team that morning - to give the staff a health check up - for insurance purposes. But it never turned up."
"How's that, we sent our only MD back to the crime centre of 1772, when we really could use her here." Wilson said and brushed rain from his face. Jericho just coughed; he was on his mirror contacting supplies. "I'll get us some costumes and stuff that a medical team would use in this time and place. Alexandra will be back soon." He hadn't finishing speaking before Alex appeared with the distraught Ms. Barbara Hoops in tow. Her and Danny really did say hello; they kissed and embraced so much that Jericho actually had to part the pair himself. Owen was telling Alex about the plan to gain access to the 'Klass Institute.
Alex smiled; "Well, I can answer the serious medical questions if asked; can you lot play nurses?" Wilson folded his arms; "I'm not wearing a bloody nurse's uniform; I too big and ugly." Owen chuckled; "I don't mind if I can wear suspenders and stockings." Then grinned. He stopped grinning when he saw the looks on everyone's faces. "Only bleeding joking!" He added hastily. Wilson shook his head in despair and both he and Alex said together; "Bloody Monastery!" They didn't laugh.
Jericho just sighed and separated the amorous lovers - yet again - and gestured towards the white van parked outside 'The Queen's Head' pub; "There's old Joe from Supplies. Come on people." They walked over to the van and Owen suggested a 'quick one' in the pub, but - sadly for the team and their guests - Jericho said NO.
5. THE KLASS INSTITUTE.
"What happens if we meet ourselves? Don't we just disappear or something terrible like that?" Danny asked Jericho with real concern in his voice, as he clutched Barbara's hand. Jericho patted his shoulder; "Don't worry about that. We'll take care of everything. Just get us to that damn machine."
Alex was now wearing a nice business suit with the obligatory white coat and stethoscope. Wilson had a white - male nurse's - coat on and uniform trousers, with a clipboard under his arm. Jericho was dressed as a Senior doctor; a Consultant of course, so he didn't actually have to do any work. Wilson stood arms folded, waiting outside with everyone except Owen. "The little pervert MUST have the power of bloody prophecy." Alex just giggled, she really couldn't wait for this. Supplies could only provide one male nurses costume at such short notice and it only fitted Wilson's big frame.
Nurse Owen [now Jacqueline] jones stepped carefully from the van and straightened his uniform dress, There was silence from his fellow team members; young Owen actually looked stunning as a woman! Alex couldn't bring herself to laugh, she just smiled and turned to Wilson; "He makes a bloody gorgeous woman and he has a fantastic pair of legs!" She didn't even believe she said it - but she had and Owen held up his clipboard and said; "Well let's get it done people." Jericho just slapped a hand over his face and shook his head; in all his centuries with the Temporal department, he had never seen anything like this. But he had to agree with Alex; Owen really the looked the part.
Wilson walked next to Owen and just had to ask; "I take it your wearing wearing black tights?" Owen gave a girlish grin and said quietly; "Wouldn't you like to know big man." Then added; "Typical man. It's not proper to ask a lady about her underwear in the middle of the street." It was Wilson's turn to slap a hand over his face. Alex just fell about laughing, but managed to compose herself at the security point.
Danny and Barbara did the talking and the team signed in. The two burly guards in the gatehouse smiled broadly at Alex and Owen. One was really interested in Owen - sorry, nurse Jacqueline Jones - and lingered around 'her; talking as she signed in. The team gathered by the main doors and Owen folded his arms, talking quietly to Wilson; "You bloody men are all the same. That cheeky guard asked me if I had bloody stockings on and what was my phone number!" It was Alex's turn to 'full face palm'. Danny gestured to the doors and the team followed him to the medical suite.
Owen walked next to Alex and finally Wilson asked him; "How did you learn to walk like a woman so bloody quickly?" Had the little pervert been practising in secret? Owen just sighed; "I'm just copying how Alex walks." Wilson shook his head; "I wouldn't do that my girl. You'll have every male in the place following you about." Owen just smiled and walked on. Danny leaned over to Wilson; "I don't know about you, but she's got a bloody gorgeous arse." Wilson sighed; "Your not the first to say that about Alex." Danny didn't smile; "No, I meant the little nurse." It was 'face palm' number two for Wilson. He found himself staring at Owen's swinging hips and little walk. He shuddered; the 'little nurse' really did have a gorgeous arse! He needed a brandy; urgently - or a woman - he really didn't mind which.
They gathered in the bright clean rooms and Alex poked about the cupboards, looking for anything that may be useful in their little act. She found a huge box of suppositories' which surprised her. Owen held up a packet; "Christ. You would need to drink from a bucket to swallow these." Alex sighed and explained they were pushed up your bum. Owen dropped the packet and wiped his hands on a paper towel. Alex just had to say [giggling a little] "Dressed like that, that's not the only thing, some men would shove up your bum." Owen just stared at her.
Jericho and Wilson were talking quietly with Danny and Barbara about the machine, when the door opened and a big man in a superb suit walked in and shook hands all round [he lingered over Owen's handshake] it was John Klass himself. He would be first; "Always lead by example." He said, starting to undress. Alex called for some privacy and the rest - apart from her nurse; Owen - moved into medical Reception and Wilson started to gather names and a brief medical history. No one noticed Jericho, Danny & Barbara slip away.
Kohn klass stood stark naked on the weighing scales and Owen measured him [his height!] and took notes. Mr. Klass - the multi millionaire, hard nosed business man - smiled at Owen; really smiled at him. Especially when Owen glanced at his large penis, which stared Owen in the face, as he knelt down to read the scale. "You know, I was thinking of hiring a personal nurse to look after my daily medical needs. She wouldn't have to do much for her thirty thousand a year." He really did smile at Owen - again. [that sort of money, in 1984 was about 3 times' what a nurse would earn, working long and hard, on the wards]. Owen managed a smile and was very glad when Alex pronounced Klass fit apart from some blood pressure problems, and he could leave. Mr. Klass thanked her, with his dick swinging, walked over to Owen, who was getting his clothes ready.
Dressing, Mr. Klass had a private word with young Owen. then whistling and smiling, walked happily from the room. Alex just had to ask and smiled at the red about Owen's cheeks. Finally Owen blurted out; "The dirty old sod is old enough to be my dad. But he asked me out. He said he was flying to a hotel in Paris that he owned and would I like to start my new job there." Alex really did laugh and patted his arm, she was about to say something when Owen continued; "He bloody told me that I'd needn't bring too many clothes. He would buy me anything I needed or wanted...especially lingerie!"
Alex sighed; "You'll get use to how men behave while your dressed like that. The older they are; the worse they are." Then with a really big grin added; "So what time is the flight? Is he sending a car? Yes, of course he would." Laughing, she walked to her desk and shouted "Next!" The big burly security guard who propositioned Owen earlier, strolled in; grinning from ear to ear. He took his clothes off without even being asked. To keep up professional standards and appearances; Alex didn't laugh at the look on Owen's face.. Well, she really tried hard not to.
They sat in staff canteen at lunch time and drank welcome coffee; Owen nibbled at a sandwich and picked up his banana and peeled it slowly. Wilson leaned forward and shook his head; "I wouldn't eat that my friend. Not here and now." He nodded towards three young lads, in boiler suite, sitting at the table opposite. They hadn't taken their eyes of Alex and her nurse since they walked in. Owen just sighed and started on his banana. Alex nearly chocked on her coffee as the three lads cheered, one shouted; "Go on girl. You've got my temperature up...and other things!" The oldest one grinned; "Christ, I'm running a temperature now. I had better see a nurse." The small one wasn't so sexually descriptive or forward; he just asked for Owen's phone number outright. Owen quickly put his half eaten piece of fruit down and sipped his coffee.
"Great fun being a woman isn't it?" Alex whispered to him. Owen stared down at his lunch; a hot dog wasn't the best thing to order today. He pushed the plate away and Wilson chuckled; "Not like you to miss food - any food - you best see a doctor." Alex said softly; "Where's Jericho and the Frankenstein love birds?" Wilson finished his coffee and shrugged his shoulder's; "I hope his found that bloody machine. I've not heard a thing from my mirror." Owen picked up his 'Mars bar' and then glanced - carefully - at the three lad, all leaning forward in anticipation and pushed it into his handbag. "Mine's quiet too." He muttered.
Jericho stood in the canteen doorway and gestured for them to come. They left their table and walked to the door. The 'girls' received wolf whistles and one lad shouted; "You got a gorgeous bum darling!" at Owen. Jericho just shook his head and they made for the medical centre, which seemed to be packed with men. Owen really groaned when the three lads from the canteen joined the throng; all smiling broadly.
They assembled in Alex's temporary office and Jericho outlined his plan and what had been discovered. "Someone deliberately altered the machine's calibration. The programme changes contain lines of command that Danny or Barbara hadn't seen before. Pretty advanced stuff. It appears the machine was altered by someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Control advises me that the programme is too far advanced to have been created in 1984 or any time close to this year."
Wilson nodded; "Someone from the future?" He asked and Jericho ran a hand over his face; "From about 2030 or thereabouts." Alex folded her arms; "So we have a mad scientist from the future running around here somewhere and why the hell create a monster like that?" Owen stood in silence and then said softly; "That dirty old sod who offered me lots of naughty underwear said he was going to Paris, to meet a man who had convinced him to invest in the future of travel. Really special, expensive travel to places that you couldn't visit by plane, ship or car." Jericho was a little puzzled by the 'naughty underwear' remark, but pressed Owen further. "What sort of travel?" He asked; intrigued, as was Alex and Wilson.
Owen didn't smile; "The man said he would be able to send people back in time as holograms and they would be able to visit any period that took their fancy." Wilson grunted; "That's fucking brilliant actually. With holograms, there would be no causality, they couldn't actually effect the past; just visit it. A machine like that would be worth billions to the travel industry." They all nodded their agreement at that statement.
Jericho rubbed his chin and smiled at Owen; "Owen...sorry, Jacqueline, I'm going have to ask you to do something, we normally lumber Alex with." Then he grinned and Wilson sighed loudly; "I've heard it all now. Bloody Owen is now our 'honeytrap'." Alex laughed outright and gripped Owen's arm; "Remember to take plenty of lubricant." Owen just grimaced and pulled out his 'Mars bar' saying; "I need bloody chocolate." Alex - still laughing, nodded; "Spoken like a true woman." Everyone laughed at that; except Owen.
6. RENDEZVOUS IN PARIS.
Owen placed the phone down and really didn't smile, he turned to his colleagues and said quietly; "He's agreed that I can bring a girlfriend. I told him that my mum and dad wouldn't be happy if I went alone. He really seemed pleased that I wouldn't just up and go with him." Alex smiled; "You've a lot to learn about men and their sexual habits." Owen just stared at her; "No thank you. I'd sooner learn about women's sexual habits, thank you so very much."
Wilson gestured to the van and they walked back to where Jericho sat - in the front passenger seat - reading his mirror. He looked up as they climbed in; "Supplies have everything ready. They have some great outfits for you girls; especially you Owen...sorry, Jacqueline. You're going to look a million dollars according to Anna [the costume designer for the Temporal teams] and that should keep our Mr. Klass happy."
Wilson sat in the drivers seat and started the van; "How did Harry and team 52 get on?" Jericho tapped his mirror; "As expected, young Harry has done well; he's recovered the family [the Dickens] from Roman Britain. Stella and her team recovered the maid and footman from some native American Indians in the year 1482. that's ten years before bloody Columbus discovered the place. Oh, and Specialist Team 153 returned that small dinosaur back to its own time. Our vets patched up its wounds and it will be fine." He actually chuckled; "No wonder there were so many stories floating about the Dark Ages, concerning a Knight fighting a bloody dragon; it appeared in 694 in Kent, England, and a local Knight had a go at it. He [the Knight] was quite safe; it wouldn't have eaten him; it was a bloody herbivore."
Alex leaned over and asked; "Did Danny and Barbara manage to change the programme back to it's original settings?" Jericho nodded; "They're actually quite a clever pair of so and so's. But they don't succeed in making the parcel teleporter and end up working for a Spanish Company making next generation toys." Wilson chuckled; "That's a lot damn safer than been hurdled through time and running from bloody Romans or dinosaurs."
The big black limousine threaded through the traffic and arrived at Stanstead Airport in good time to catch the private jet of Mr. John Klass. They were welcomed at the plane steps by the captain, who welcomed the 'ladies' aboard. he told them that Mr. Klass would greet them at his hotel. The captain settled them in their seats and back in the cockpit, said to his co-pilot; "What a fucking pair of crackers. Old Klass certainly has good taste in women. Apparently, it's the little dark haired beauty that he really wants. I can see why, She has a fucking gorgeous bum and long legs. Not as pretty as her friend, but I wouldn't say no to her." The plane took off just before nightfall.
Alex sipped her brandy and stared out the window at the beautiful, dark night sky, then turned to Owen, who sat nervously next to her. She patted his hand; "You look bloody stunning Owen...sorry, Jacqueline, You really do make a lovely girl." Owen just grunted in a very un-lady like manner; "It's not you he wants to fuck." He knocked his brandy back in one and refilled his glass, then topped up Alex's. Anna had really done a superb job on Owen; He was wearing a black cocktail dress, heels and matching short jacket, with a classic handbag. Alex smiled; they were both wearing stockings and very expensive underwear. She was really impressed that Owen could walk in heels; like he had done so for years. She had watched him carefully; he had a woman's mannerism's and stance already. She smiled to herself; he learns bloody quick or...She didn't follow that thought to its natural conclusion. But it was a very interesting one.
Alex thought about young David - her fiancé back in 1898 - and hoped she could get get back to him. Jericho had persuaded the Senior Time Controller - with Angel Margret's authority - to hold that time for now. That was one date she really didn't want to miss.
Owen smoothed his dress down and pulled his mirror from the handbag and checked it. "Nothing from Jericho or Wilson." Alex peered out the window at the lights of Paris below. "We're here Jackie." Owen groaned; "I thought it would take longer than that. I'm a little nervous about this." Alex patted his arm; "You'll be fine. he's not likely to pounce on you, while I'm around. So we'll stick together; like bloody sisters." That made 'Jacqueline' feel better. Not much better, but it was something.
Another limousine met them at 'Charles-De-Gaulle airport' and carried them to Mr. Klass's fabulous hotel. He greeted them in the exquisite foyer and embraced 'Jacqueline' with some real passion. Before Owen could even say anything, he kissed 'her' fully on the mouth - for some time - until 'she' managed to break away. He gave Alex a peck on the cheek and had a Bellhop show them their suite of rooms. He was impressed that the pair were work colleagues and friends. He smiled broadly; "I now have two lovely ladies to entrain. I am in heaven already."
They would meet for dinner later; in the hotel restaurant - which had a 'Michelin' star - and so they jumped in the lift and were both impressed when the young lift operator announced; "Penthouse Suite." Alex gave Owen's hand a squeeze; "Your boyfriend really knows how to show a lady a good time." Owen groaned softly; "I need mouthwash and toothpaste. His bloody tongue almost touched my Adam's apple." The suite was stunning. The 'girls' explored and found it had a master bedroom - that made Owen grange - and two other superb bedrooms. there was a full bar - that made Owen happy - a bathroom with a tub the size of a swimming pool - and a Jacuzzi.
Their luggage was already waiting for them. Two maids appeared and unpacked for them, while they sat at the bar and stared out the huge French windows at Paris. "Lets have our drinks on the balcony." Alex suggested and they sat amongst a jungle of plants and small trees, watching the city below. They sipped their brandies and tried to relax. That's when they heard the door buzzer go. One of the maids answered it. She came onto the balcony and announced their was a gentleman here to see Mr. Klass.
Alex and Owen exchanged a inquisitive look and went to the reception room and found a very tall, good looking, middle aged man waiting for them. He bowed and ran a hand through his short goatee beard. He kissed 'Jacqueline's' hand and spoke softly. They couldn't identify the strange accent. "You must be Miss Jacqueline; John said you were a little beauty, fresh and sweet. He's taste in everything is absolutely marvellous." He kissed Alex's hand and nodded; "You should be painted by Michelangelo and hung in the Louvre." Apparently he was joining them for dinner. "Just to make up the numbers, but now I see I am blessed with beautiful, talented company. A young doctor and nurse. John and I will be in good hands; medically speaking." He smiled and accepted a brandy from Alex.
Alex entertained him at the bar whilst Owen excused himself and disappeared into the toilet to check his mirror and inform Jericho that they may have made contact with their prey. He could hear Alex laughing; Monsignor Edwardo de Vance was clearly a witty and charming man. Owen read his mirror and adjusted his annoying suspender belt; woman's clothes could be a real pain. He replaced his mirror after speaking quickly to Jericho. Monsignor De Vance was - apparently - from this time and place - another millionaire business man who specialised in the travel industry and known for his love of beautiful things, old buildings, antiques, food, wine and especially beautiful women. "Another bloody pussy hound." Owen muttered, checking his make up and dress in the bathroom mirror. He joined them at the bar.
They were joined by a smiling John Klass, who swept 'Jacqueline' up in his arms and kissed her with some real unbridled passion. Alex just had to smile and Mr. Edwardo de Vance tapped her hand; "He's absolutely taken by your sweet little friend. I've never seen him so open and passionate like that before. You friend had better watch out or she'll be surprised to find she's quickly Mrs. Klass." Alex nodded and thought; the surprise wouldn't be Owen's! Finally, Klass left her mouth, but keep a firm grip on her hand. The little group went to dinner and Mr. Klass snatched another passionate kiss from 'Jacqueline' in the damn lift. Edwardo spoke to Alex; "We're expecting our business partner to drop by. he won't stay for dinner - he never does - he's the real brains behind our latest adventure; travels to very unusual destinations." Now that did interest Alex.
The meal was superb - as expected - and John Klass dragged young Jacqueline onto the dance floor, when the band started. They danced for some time and then returned to the table, with an annoyed looking Jacqueline straightening her dress. Alex rose and headed for the toilet, Owen sat sipping a well earned brandy; the dirty old sod had more arms than a bloody octopus. Still, what did he expect. That's what men were like; especially the older ones. He crossed his legs and found John's hand on his thigh. the hand touched his stocking tops and He thought; 'Bloody stockings are a man magnet.' But smiled and John slapped a kiss on his lips; again.
That's when they were joined by Edwardo's and John's latest business partner. Jacqueline was introduced to him and he kissed her hand. Owen had a real tight feeling inside and quickly made the excuse that she needed the ladies room and walked with little rapid steps to the plush bathroom.
A bloody waiter winked at her as she passed him. He dived in the ladies and waited for a couple of elegant ladies to leave. One stopped and looked Jacqueline up and down; the lady smiled; "Quelle belle petite fille, une vraie beauté. Elle est magnifique." The other nodded her agreement. Soon as they left, Owen peered under each door; only one was occupied.
"Alex, is that you?" He shouted under the door and a voice - laced with sarcasm - answered; "No, its bloody Santa Claus." He heard the toilet flush and Alex stepped out pulling down her dress. "The good thing with stockings is that only have to pull down your knickers, to have a pee." She washed her hands and saw the look on Owen's face. She carefully dried her hands. Owen took a breath; "Klass'a and de Vance's other business partner has turned up." Alex nodded; "Yes, Edwardo told me, he would drop by. Apparently, he's the brains behind the whole 'let's have a bloody holiday during the Great Plague outbreak' travel scheme." Owen leaned closer and whispered; "It's fucking Wolfgang Leitcher."
"Little wonder he didn't recognise you dressed like that; your mum wouldn't know you. but he would have known me at once and know we're on his case. Bit of luck, that my bladder needed to empty." Alex pulled her mirror out and contacted Jericho. he told them what to do and they agreed. "Come on Jackie. The girls are on the case." Owen nodded; "Right on sister." Holding hands, they returned to the dinner table, to find their old adversary Wolfgang Leitcher had gone and John Klass had a special announcement.
7. ROMANTIC PARIS.
The little party returned to the penthouse suite in good spirits; especially the men. John had his arm firmly around Jackie's waist and he stopped occasionally to kiss his young bride to be. Alex was holding hands with de Vance and knew damn well that he would be fucking her. She sighed as they pair behind stopped - again - and kissed. The look on 'Jackie/Owen's face was priceless. Alex had to admit the ring was a stunner; probably worth the price of a house in London. They reached their room and the foursome had a final drink at the bar in celebration. It was clear that both John and Edwardo wanted the girls in bed, as soon as possible; especially John. he really couldn't keep his tongue out of Jackie's mouth.
de Vance raised his glass; "To the ladies that make life worth living." John agreed with that; "Especially the unique special girls." de Vance kissed Alex and ran a hand down the back of her cocktail dress and took a firm grip on her arse cheek. His tongue was now exploring her mouth. She watched and saw Jackie was sitting on John's lap and John had a hand up her skirt. John was holding Jackie quite firmly and he too, was exploring that moist mouth he loved so much.
Alex felt Edwardo's hand between her legs and he caressed her fanny gently. "Already nice and wet. Good girl." He slapped his drink down and called over to John; "Come on, the damn bed is getting cold." He chuckled and almost frogmarched Alex to the master bedroom. She watched as John, holding Jackie by the hand, followed. What the fuck is going on? he must know that 'Jacqueline' is not a bloody woman!
Edwardo tossed Alex on the bed and pulled off his clothes. he told her to undress; "Just leave your stockings and panties on." He pulled off his trousers and gripped his adequate erection. Alex was slipping out her dress and bra, watching John slowly undress Jackie. He tossed her dress away and pulled off her heels, pushing her onto the bed. Edwardo was now knelling in front of Alex on the same big bed and guided her mouth to his urgent erection. She slowly sucked and caressed the cock, all the time watching Jackie, who was pushed up against the mountain of pillow, just in stocking and panties. John had pushed his large cock into her mouth and she was sucking hard. That really did make Alex's eye's widen. Both men had their cocks sucked, licked and stroked for some minutes.
Then, John - now naked - reached over and pulled a small tube from his bedside drawer. He groaned and patted Jackie's bobbing head; "This is good stuff darling. It's a lubricant and relaxant. It'll open your cute little brown button up for me." He pulled his cock from her mouth and slowly pulled her panties down and tossed them to one side. Alex could see that Jackie had a full erection and really was quite big. John turned her over and made her kneel 'doggy style' and set about lubricating the anus offered to him. Alex was now on her belly, with Edwardo pulling her panties down. John turned and through the tube to him. They had clearly done this before.
As Edwardo prepared her arse with careful fingers; Alex pulled herself up and now watched, mouth open as John slowly pushed his cock into Jacqueline's arse. She moaned loudly and gripped the pillows as the big man filled her tight arse hole with his throbbing cock. He gripped her hips and began to thrust; gentle and shallow at first. Alex yelped as Edwardo just shoved his cock into her back passage and started to fuck her hard straight away. He was on top of her, thrusting and talking to John. the men were bloody comparing the arse's they were fucking!
Alex watched as John turned Jackie onto her side and placed her arm around his neck. He pushed his mouth over hers and kissed passionately; thrusting very gently into her arse. His other hand reached down and took hold of Jackie's erect cock and played with it. Stroking and gripping with his fingers; he was gently jerking her off. Edwardo was the opposite with Alex's bum; he was fucking her bum hole like a dog in heat. He gave her bum cheeks several hard slaps and groaned loudly; telling John just how good the woman's arse felt. John didn't answer; he didn't want to remove his probing tongue from Jackie's mouth. He was now thrusting a little harder and Jackie was clearly crying; having her tight arsehole being stretched out by John's big cock. She was jerking her own cock with some passion.
Jackie couldn't hold it any more and ejaculated over the bed, That made John chuckle and he fucked her to a finish, shooting his large load into her already crammed back passage. He was moaning and groaning, in-between passionate kisses. The pair lay panting and gasping against the pillows, with Jackie wiping away tears and having her tongue sucked by her fiancé. John was kissing and whispering to her, then both turned to Edwardo and Alex as she groaned; Edwardo had emptied his load into her back passage and collapsed on top of her, cussing about coming to quickly. Alex watched as John lifted Jackie onto his lap, his back against the pillows and positioned her legs open, either side of his, with his cock still firmly implanted in her arse. He set about giving his young bride to be, a proper love bite on her neck and shoulders.
Jackie groaned as he bit and sucked with some skill. He's hands caressing Jackie's limp cock, gently but firmly. It started to grow in his skilful fingers. Alex stared at Edwardo, laying on his back and panting heavily. She crept across the bed and slowly pulled John's hands from Jackie's cock and pushed it into her mouth. She was about to give Jackie one hell of a blow job; and she did. John loved this little twist and encouraged her to suck like a 'fucking vacuum cleaner on steroids!' Edwardo lifted up on his elbows and watched the scene playing out before him. he just groaned and cursed his limp dick. He staggered from the bed and headed for the bar with John calling after him to fetch brandies.
With John's mouth locked on hers, Jackie came in Alex's mouth and she gulped down every drop; to Johns delight - and Jackie's of course - and Alex sat back; smiling. Edwardo returned with four filled glasses and spoke to John. Alex and Jackie took their drinks and sipped slowly; Jackie groaned a little and whispered that John was bloody erecting again, still buried in her arse from the first session. Edwardo asked John to let Jackie suck his cock whilst he arse fucked her again. To his surprise, John waved that request away, saying "I'll be the only man that has this sweet little thing now." But he didn't mind Alex joining in; they were good friends after all! [the girls that is].
Edwardo sat on the edge of the bed and tugged at his limp dick and drank his brandy without another word. John pulled Alex to him and said quietly; "Don't worry darling. Even after I've had my little princess again. I'll be ready to fuck your brains out and you'll come like a burst fire hydrant." He was certainly a man of his word. After he fucked 'his little princess' - in the missionary position for some minutes - he wiped his big cock and fucked Alex real hard doggy style, in her wet fanny and she did squirt with some passion. They didn't even notice that Edwardo had fucked off; sulking a little. Both 'girls' cleaned each other up and the three slept soundly on the big bed until sunlight came through the windows.
8. SECRETS.
Alex woke Owen with some gentle kisses. he placed an arm around her neck and pulled her to him. Alex [and Owen] were both amazed and a little surprised by the passion of their kisses; their tongues found each other and they embraced, pushing back the sheets. Owen said softly; "I really need you Alex. I really need to have a woman... you know....because..." He never finished, Alex just grinned and whispered; "I know darling." She ran a hand down his sweat covered belly and took hold of his cock, which moved and twitched under her gentle caresses.
He quickly took control and Alex found herself in the Missionary Position - legs pulled up to Owen's shoulders - being fucked hard. She organised and gripped his shoulders as he thrusted with some real passion. They kissed and groaned, Alex couldn't believe how well Owen was fucking her. She gripped his thrusting arse and moaned loudly; "Deeper! Fuck me hard!" and he did. They fucked hard for some minutes before Alex felt the big orgasm arrive; she screamed and cursed a little and spurted hard and fast. She lay bag gasping; her legs were shaking and her stomach was tight. Owen groaned and came inside of her. They fell together; kissing passionately, hands and tongues everywhere.
Finally, Owen raised his head and smiled; "For fuck sake Alex, we should have done this a long time ago." Alex agreed and ran her tongue down his neck and kissed his heaving chest. Resting on his elbows and still firmly inside her; the pair whispered and kissed. Then Owen chuckled and pulled a face; "My bloody arse still hurts." That made Alex laugh and Owen groaned as his cock slipped from her soaked vagina. Alex kissed him and told to roll on his belly. She carefully examined his anus. She slapped his arse; "Your well gaped from your husband's big cock. But he knew how to fuck your bum hole properly. You'll be fine. Your young and it will spring back."
They lay in each others arms and kissed a little. She ran a finger down his lips and smiled, pushing back her dark hair which fell about her face. "He'll be straight back up your bum tonight; make no mistake about that. Your he's little princess now. I think he actually adores you." She kissed Owen, who sighed; "I could have married so well, lots of money, travel anywhere and be adored. What a bugger that I'm dead!" They both laughed and embraced each other again. Alex kissed him quietly and gripped his cock; "If you can manage it. You can see why your husband love to poke a gum hole." Owen just grinned and Alex laughed as his cock erected in her hand. "Fucking right I want some of that." He said and Alex rolled on her belly and arched her back. "Find that bloody tube; it's good stuff." She pulled her bum cheeks apart and Owen just groaned, scrambling to find the elusive tube.
He was like a bloody bloodhound and found the damn thing quickly; coating Alex's bum hole with care and then mounted her with real urgency. He had wanted this for so long. "Fuck me how you like. Enjoy yourself darling." She said softly and Owen did as he was told. He fucked her arse hard and Alex had an early morning ejaculation, spurting over the pillow clutched between her legs. He fucked her for some minutes before, he too, ejaculated in her back passage with some real passion. She lay in arms, still with his cock up her arse and the pair kissed and cuddled until Alex sighed and remembered they had a breakfast meeting with Jericho and Wilson. She gave his bum a slap and they headed for the bathroom.
""The only thing that bugs me, is putting on war paint all the time." He held her hand and grinned. She just smiled; "I'll help you with that, just do as I say." Owen stopped and placed a right smacker on her lips and grinned; "I just thought I did." They both laughed and jumped in the bath together. They would be a little late for breakfast, but they really didn't care. Owen carefully removed his large engagement ring and hid it. "Better not wear that to breakfast." Alex agreed with that. But what had happened must remain a secret between the pair; both knew and accepted that.
9. ON THE TRAIL OF OLD WOLFGANG.
Jericho and Wilson waited at the breakfast table for the 'girls' to appear. It was going to be a late one. "They've done a cracking job. I'm proud of our ladies." Jericho chuckled and sipped his excellent coffee. Wilson just sighed; "You mean our lady and our resident transvestite." Jericho smiled and looked up; "Their here. Go on, stand up when ladies join us. It is the done thing in posh places like this." Wilson and Jericho stood and the 'girls' joined them. A waiter appeared immediately and they both ordered breakfast. Wilson [and the waiter] was impressed; Owen/Jacqueline wanted a full English. Alex had her usual; scrambled eggs on toast. "Hungry baby brother? Had a hard night did we?" Owen stuck up a very un-lady like, single digit finger and accepted a coffee from Alex.
Alex and Jericho couldn't help but chuckle as a grinning Wilson held up the morning paper; the 'social' pages were very interesting. "I won't read it verbatim, but Mr. John Klass - multi millionaire business tycoon and one of Europe's most eligible Batchelors - has announced his surprise engagement to a young English Nurse; Mademoiselle Jacqueline Jones. The happy couple will marry in Rome and honeymoon in the Bahama's at Mr. Klass's private island. They will divide their time between his English mansion in Surry and his villa in Italy. Their wedding will be a social highlight of the year." He slapped the paper down and added; "Congratulations my dear. The honeymoon should be a real cracker; full of surprises for the both of you."
Owen/Jacqueline just sipped his/her coffee and smiled at the waiter as the big breakfast was placed before him/her. Jericho admired Owen's calm demeanour and called the briefing to order. He explained that old Wolfgang had the ability to travel in time; so he must posses a time portal device. "That's how he hooked this two very rich men; he must have proved his 'machine' worked and they fell for it." Wilson said and finished his breakfast. Owen leaned back and said softly; "It must a con. He's milking millions from them with a fake machine. Klass and de Vance are being scammed." Everyone nodded at that. Alex sighed; "But why?" Jericho smiled; "When we find that out, we will crack this case wide open and Owen can go back to being a man; if he wants!" Now Wilson did laugh at that; Owen didn't, but finished his breakfast in silence and helped himself to more hot buttered toast.
"The most important thing is that you and he never meet, until we are ready." Jericho told Alex who nodded. "That may be hard to do, Owen's enraptured fiancée is throwing a huge party here tonight and I bet old Wolfgang will be invited." Jericho grunted; "Just come up with a way to avoid him for now. Our new girl has clearly fooled him, so she should be ok." Wilson wiped his mouth; "You mean our boy in drag." But he did smile at Owen, who again said nothing and finished his toast. His grapefruit was delivered and he started on that. Wilson added; "At least his appetite is back to normal. Pity about the rest of him." On that note, the meeting broke up.
They walked to the lifts, the 'girls' in front chatting. Wilson found his eyes drawn to Jacqueline's swinging hips and firm bum. Christ, he thought, she really does have some kind of arse. "Makes a wonderful woman, doesn't he. Nice arse." Jericho chuckled, slapping Wilson on the arm, adding; "I think every male in the room is watching them." Wilson coughed; "I was looking at Alex's bum." Jericho smiled; "Yes, course you were."
Wilson started the plain white Renault Express car and followed the black van as it pulled from the hotel's underground carpark and headed south. Jericho was consulting his mirror; "The driver is a Claude Vernon; a local petty thief and con man. The passenger is our old friend Wolfgang." Discretely and with great skill, Wilson followed the van to a modest villa, on the outskirts of Paris. It sat in a few kilometres of woodland. A guard with a shotgun slung over his shoulder, opened the big gates ant the van disappeared up the drive. Jericho checked his mirror; "There a five people in the place now, not counting the guard on the gates." Wilson nodded and parked up a nearby gravel lane. "Anyone of interest?" Jericho shook his head; "Just more petty criminals and a young woman; unknown details. That's odd."
The pair jumped from the van and walked the crumbling brick wall that surrounded the place. They quickly found what they were looking for; a part of the wall had fallen and they could climb over with ease. They walked slowly, the Villa's east side came in view. That's when they heard the barking. They both stopped and stared as three big dogs came bounding out the woods. Jericho just sighed and stopped time; they now had just half hour to reach the house and find out what's happening there. They ran, panting and swearing through the open fron door and stood gasping and a little amazed.
At the foot of the stairs was a stark naked young woman, wearing a big black collar and carrying a tray with several cups on. Jericho checked his mirror; "Caroline Burkeman, from 1890. Went missing that year from the human time line. Reported as a lost soul." They exchanged a concerned glance and walked past her. "We'll deal with that later." Jericho muttered, noticing the stick marks across her back and buttocks. "bastards." Was all Wilson said.
They found the 'machine' in the large back reception room. There were computers, cables and pipes everywhere. It looked like a giant bell jar; Jericho checked his mirror and grunted; "As suspected; no time portal there." Sitting at the desk was a huge man with an eye patch. He face was a mess; Wilson consulted his mirror; "Another petty criminal. This one use to make his living as an illegal bare knuckle boxer." The other man was much younger, wearing a smart suit. They both noticed the pistol and shoulder holster under his jacket. Jericho pulled his orb out and sighed with relief; "No demonic activity." He replaced the clear little ball and looked about. "Let's fix it." He said and Wilson grinned; he knew just how to do that.
The pair returned from 1890, after dropping the girl off - now suitably clothed by Supplies - and headed for the hotel. Old Wolfgang wasn't at the house; he must have suspected something and used his time portal device to get out. Wilson stopped at the little gift shop in the hotel foyer and chuckled; the headlines on the afternoon edition, of the local paper, was about the mysterious fire at a modest villa in the suburbs of the city. it said there were no casualties or injuries, but its main reception rooms had been gutted. It did mention that the property was owned by a certain Monsignor Edwardo de Vance. That made him stop in his tracks and he called Jericho over. Jericho read the article and stared at the lifts. They walked quickly to the lift and told the young operator for the penthouse Suite.
Jericho whispered; "de Vance is in this deeper than we suspected. Let's get to the girls." Wilson nodded and the operator opened the doors and they raced to the suite. Wilson called out for Alex and Owen, but there was no reply. Wilson pushed open the door to the master bedroom and shouted for Jericho. Alex was tied up on the floor; gagged and bound tightly; she was stark naked and very wet. Wilson pulled the gag from her mouth and produced his pen knife and cut the ropes. "They took bloody Owen!" She shouted, sobbing. "I was in the bloody bath and heard all the shouting and suddenly Wolfgang and some big thug grabbed me. But they took Owen!" Jericho handed her the brandy bottle and she took a huge swig and then a deep breath. "They knocked John down; he's unconscious on the bedroom floor; he tried to stop them grabbing Owen. He needs an ambulance."
Wilson had pulled off his jacket and Alex wrapped it around herself. "They grabbed Owen." She repeated, a lot calmer now. She took another deep breath; "Bloody de Vance was with them." Jericho and Wilson nodded. "Did he have his mirror on him?" Jericho asked and Alex thought hard; "It's in his handbag. Yes, I think he had his handbag with him." Jericho pulled out his mirror and sighed; "The fucking thing is off line." Wilson was on the phone telling reception to call an ambulance. He replaced the receiver; "Police and ambulance are on the way. We best get the fuck out of here." Jericho nodded and operated his mirror and the team disappeared.
10. RESCUE THE 'DAMSAL' IN DISTRESS.
Alex had to ask; "What hobby is that John?" Mr. Klass leaned forward and said softly; "He keeps a basement apartment at his antique shop on the Rue St. Michel. he doesn't know that I know all about his hobby." Alex asked again, this time with some real concern; her imagination was running wild and it wasn't pleasant. John Klass sighed; "He keeps exotic cats there. He loves cats." Alex really sighed with relief. Jericho thanked him and the team walked down the corridor and found a suitable linen closet to operate their mirrors in, without being seen. Wilson rubbed his chin; "Little princess? What the fuck is that all about?" Alex shrugged her shoulders; "Just a pet name he has for Jacqu...Owen." Wilson sighed; "I've heard everything now. Bloody Little Princess my arse." They disappeared.
The big orderly placed his mop against the wall and wondered why the visiting English Consultant, Doctor and nurse had gone in the cupboard. He shrugged his shoulders; dumb English couldn't find a turd in a space suit. He walked over to the door and knocked; shouting in French, that the exit was at the bottom of the stairs. He got no answer and so pulled open the door; grinning. His smile disappeared and so did he, running down the corridor; yelling for his supervisor.
The found the large and impressive shop, filled with antiques from around the world. The stock must have been worth millions. They trooped in and found a big man sitting reading a paper. It was the bare knuckle fighter from the villa that Wilson and Jericho had committed a little arson on. He grinned at Alex and rose from his chair. Wilson smiled and swung a left hook that would have put a elephant to sleep. The big man stood there and rubbed his chin. he said something in French and just grinned. "Oh fuck," Was all Wilson said.
Alex sighed and pointed her mirror at the big thug and he flew back against the wall and slid down into a heap. But he was still grinning. Wilson rubbed his hand and just shrugged his shoulders. Jericho checked his mirror. "This way, the basement stairs are behind that door [which resembled a cupboard. It's picking up Owen."
They made their way down the stairs; Jericho's mirror hadn't located any other human on premises. Wolfgang and de Vane weren't there. "Slippery bastards." Muttered Wilson and they pushed open the big door at the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the basement. It was a good job for the team that Alex still had her mirror out and set to stun. The lion stared at them and then jumped. It fell to the floor and lay silent. they stepped over the massive beast and walked to the cage. Owen sat tied to a chair. A gag in his mouth and his beautiful dress torn a little. his stockings were torn and ripped; his shoes gone. Wilson had the lock on the cage open in just a few seconds and started to cut him free. Alex pulled the gag from his mouth and gave him a kiss. "You all right?" She asked. Owen nodded; "I wondered when you lot would be bothered to come and get me."
Wilson cut him free and he stood and stretched; "They didn't want to knock me about because they were about to get two million US dollars of Mr. Klass for my safe return and apparently, he wouldn't pay for damaged goods." He gestured to the big cat; "He's name is Sugar. Don't ask me why." Everyone chuckled and Jericho operated his mirror. The big cat [and the big thug] would wake some minutes later, no worse for being stunned by Alex's mirror. But the big man had a small bruise on his chin and that hadn't happened for years; from a punch and he taken quite a few in his time.
Alex sat in her favourite armchair by the fire and flicked through a magazine on shoes. Wilson was snoring happily in his big chair and Owen was sprawled on the sofa, stroking Mr. Parker. He said softly; "Now this is the sort of cat I don't mind." Alex grinned and put her magazine down. She walked to the drinks tray and poured the pair a brandy. Owen took it with a smile. That's when they heard Jericho come through the front door, talking to Mr. Harris. He came in and accepted the brandy offered by Alex, who poured herself another one. Jericho slumped in his chair and Wilson awoke and accepted the brandy from Alex, who returned to the tray muttering; "Maybe I'll get to drink this one."
Jericho called the impromptu briefing to order. He told them, that the Senior Time Controller had picked up a breech from Paris at the time they were there. It had to be Wolfgang. He had jumped to Moscow in the year 1881. Monsignor Edwardo de Vane was on the run; not from the Gendarmes, but hordes of creditors. He was in debt up to his eyeballs. Little wonder he gone alone with Wolfgang's plan to fleece Mr. Klass. Jericho sipped his drink and smiled; "Margret's given the go ahead to go after Wolfgang and find out what the fuck he's up to now. We'll be visiting English nobility; Alex will be Lady Tibb's [again!] Wilson would be an American Journalist from the Washington Post, there to cover the new Tsar's coronation [Tsar Alexander III] Owen would be their travelling Footman." Jericho, would of course, play Lord Tibbs.
Alex sighed; "I can't travel without a proper ladies maid. Not in those times, it would really draw attention to us." Jericho nodded; "Ruth can play that. She love's going on a mission with you." Alex shook her head; "She's on the Collector's Entry Course. She's having a go at being a Collector." Jericho nodded; he had forgotten about that. "Well, I'll see if I can find someone." He said and sipped his brandy. Then smiled; "Oh, I've spoken to Angel Margret and she's quite happy for you to return to 1898 and say your piece with that fiancé of yours. We'll leave for Moscow when you get back. Owen will accompany you. Your not going back alone." Alex smiled and said thank you quietly. Jericho could really surprise people with his compassion some times.
Owen sighed; "I could play Alex's maid. I fooled a lot of people last time and I should manage that again." Jericho chuckled, but Wilson groaned; "I told you he has gone strange. He wants to dress as a bloody woman again." Alex smiled; "Miss Jacqueline Jones will make a lovely lady maid. I don't mind." Jericho grunted; "That's agreed then. Off you two go and have a good time Alex." She grinned and headed upstairs with Owen behind. Wilson slumped back in his chair and shook his head; "He'll soon be wandering around the bloody lighthouse in a pretty frock." He added; "I need a bloody brandy." Jericho said nothing, but just smiled.
11. HYDE PARK; LONDON - 4th AUGUST 1898; REDUX.
Alex slowly twirled her parasol and looked - yet again - down the small roadway and sighed loudly. She really smiled at Owen; who looked utterly gorgeous in late Victorian dress and bonnet. "Sweet Jesus, you look lovely. You should should have been born a woman. Little wonder old Klass went nuts over you." Alex said softly as Owen/Jacqueline smoothed down his summer dress and just smiled. Already several young - and not so - young men had tipped their hats to the 'ladies' waiting at the roadside. Owen pointed to the ice cream seller and muttered; "I wonder if he will now give me a big one?" Alex laughed out loud and looked a little shocked until Owen just sighed; "Bloody ice cream. When I was plan old Owen, He gave me a small one and you a big one." Alex nodded; she had forgotten all about that.
"Dressed and looking like that; you'll get plenty of big one's and I'm not talking about just bloody ice creams." She chuckled. Owen smiled at her and said quietly. "That Calvary troop is coming up the road." Alex grinned and held his arm; "David is really going to take something with him to South Africa and it wont' just be my picture in a locket." Owen laughed at that and tipped his parasol back to get a better view. He noticed that the Dicken's family were packing up their picnic and going home. totally oblivious of the fate that could have befallen them.
The troop of cavalry passed by, resplendent in their red and blue uniforms, mounted on dark horses. The young officer turned his head a couple of times, looking at the pair. Well, at Alex actually [no surprise there] then stopped and turned his horse about. The troop halted at the Corporals command. The officer rode up and jumped, with some grace, from his horse and lifted his helmet. "My God, it is, it's you Alexandra!" He said with some unrestrained happiness in his voice. He was a strapping specimen and when he removed his helmet, Owen/Jackie saw that he had the looks too. He was looking at David quite differently now.
Alex just stared at him, pretending to be totally surprised. Finally she muttered; "David Shaw...David Shaw-Wilson. My word, your in the army now?" He nodded and slapped his horse's neck, grinning. "This is 'Thunder', father bought him for me, when I received my commission into the regiment. How have you been? Vikki would go nuts to know that I bumped into you!" Alex was pretending to be clearly shocked by this unscheduled and unforeseen meeting. She turned to the smiling Miss Jacqueline Jones and introduced her. A good friend from the medical School that Alex had attended.
Alex just stared at him, pretending to be totally surprised. Finally she muttered; "David Shaw...David Shaw-Wilson. My word, your in the army now?" He nodded and slapped his horse's neck, grinning. "This is 'Thunder', father bought him for me, when I received my commission into the regiment. How have you been? Vikki would go nuts to know that I bumped into you!" Alex was pretending to be clearly shocked by this unscheduled and unforeseen meeting. She turned to the smiling Miss Jacqueline Jones and introduced her. A good friend from the medical School that Alex had attended.
David kissed Jackie's hand and really did smile at her. David said quickly, glancing back at his troop; "I must run. Duty calls, I have to get this bunch back for their lunch. But we must catch up, you and your friend come to 'Franco's' tonight at about seven, just tell them; your the Shaw-Wilson party. See you then." He kissed Alex's hand - twice - and was most reluctant to let go. He also kissed Jackie's hand - twice - and told Alex to bring her friend tonight - for the second time. Alex realised that the scene had changed; David had not mentioned about bringing his sister Victoria along. The pair of ladies walked to the top of the road and hailed a cab. Supplies had booked the pair into a very decent hotel; just around the corner from the restaurant that they would meet tonight.
David stood and just stared at the girls as Franco himself, escorted them to David's table. They were stunning, both wearing the height of ladies evening fashion with silver tiara's, white gloves and matching pearl choker necklaces. Every man's eyes were on the pair as the sat and smiled at David. He eased himself down and smiled. "You both look absolutely stunning. Surely, all that effort wasn't just for me?" He whispered and downed his whisky in one hit. Alex leaned across the table and tapped a finger on his lips. "Everything is for you of course." Jackie lifted her wine glass and sipped very gracefully; "Alex really means that." She placed the wine glass down; "And I echo her sentiment." Alex chuckled at the look on David's face and whispered to him; "Jacqueline is a very, very special lady. I bet you can't say no." And kissed his cheek. David was totally bemused; what did Alex mean by that?
The young man found out after dinner at the ladies hotel rooms. He sat on the sofa and just stared; gripping his whisky with both hands. The girls stripped down to their exquisite underwear [for the time and place]. Both were wearing tight bodice's with Alex's big breasts hanging over the top; nipples erect. Both were wearing matching black silk panties and stockings. Alex bounced over and with Jackie's help, soon had the young man standing naked. They both knelt in front of him and Alex took hold of his cock; it was an excellent size. The pair shared his erect cock for some minutes; their mouths working the tip and shaft with some expertise. David groaned and stroked both their heads.
While Jackie sucked his cock, Alex bent over in front of him and he slowly slipped down her panties. They dropped around her ankles and she opened her legs a little and ran a hand between them and opened her vagina. He could see that it was wet and ready. "I got prepared a little early." She giggled and knelt back down on the floor, lifting her arse to him. Jackie had stopped sucking his cock and gently guided him towards Alex's pouting fanny. "I really think that she wants you." Jackie chuckled and helped the young man insert his cock into Alex. The pair were soon fucking hard on the floor as Jackie sipped some whisky and watched. Her erection was pushing at the tight little panties and she really wanted to fuck. She was a little surprised by the thoughts of young David firmly buried in her bum hole, while Alex sucked her cock or....Jackie grinned at the idea of fucking Alex, while David fucked her. "Very, very interesting." She muttered.
That's when they heard the loud banging on the door and raised voices; it was the Hotel Detective with two uniformed constables apparently. They were after the two 'prostitutes' that the young officer was with. David shouted; "I'm just coming!" and he did. Alex pulled from him, his cum running down her thighs and with Jackie following, ran into the bathroom. David grabbed his underpants and pulled them on. The detective had his pass key in the lock and they burst through the door. The big man didn't smile and shouted; "No use hiding in the bloody bathroom you tarts, come out now!" He got no answer. A uniform constable was already handcuffing the panting and distressed David. The other pulled open the bathroom door to find the small room empty. David just stared at the empty bathroom in total disbelief. Apparently the desk clerk had bought the matter of the two girls and young soldier to the detectives notice.
The detective stared at the women's clothes strewn about the place and sighed; "A fucking fine young gentleman and a Queen's officer, dressing up in bloody woman's clothes. What, did you pay the tarts to undress and fuck off so that you could wear them and wank?" They dragged the protesting young man away. His very influential father would soon put an end to the matter and David would disappear to South Africa. The detective would receive ten pounds [a great deal of money then] for his lapse of memory about the incident.
Owen and Alex hid behind the old boathouse and wondered how the hell they could get in without being seen. "At least you've still got your bloody knickers on!" Alex grunted and the pair just had to laugh. That's when they saw young Ruth appear and walk back towards the lighthouse; her Collectors Course work under her arm. Owen shrugged; "Leave this to me." Alex just sighed; Owen had a Sharpe mind and was quick witted, but this will top any story, he's come out with before.
Dinner was good - as usual - Owen and Alex shared a little smile. Ruth served them soup and just just shook her head; the bloody lengths some Temporal Detectives will go to, in cracking a case. But she smiled at young Owen and carefully labelled his soup out. He really did look good in women's clothes, well, women's underwear!
12. FAREWELL'S AND HELLO'S.
Alex and Jacqueline watched the big steamer pull away from the dock assisted by a small tugboat. David had flatly refused to meet Alex and he certainly didn't want to meet 'Jacqueline' again! He would keep their dirty little secret [since revealing it would also reveal his part in the unfinished orgy] and one had been a bloody transvestite. He left for the war a little sad; but a wiser man now. Miss Alexandra Featherstone was now forgotten and he would find a decent, respectable woman to marry on his return. He, of course, never did.
They walked back to their cab, as Alex wiped a tear away and Jackie gripped her arm. The young cabbie jumped down, pulled off his cap and opened the door for the ladies. "Said goodbye to a sweetheart have we Miss?" He asked Alex - noticing her tears - and took her hand, to assist her into the cab. Alex smiled and nodded at the young man with rough, but gentle big hands. He smiled; "I waved off my younger brother Freddie last week. He's with the Warwick Regiment. I'll admit a few tears myself that day." Alex patted his arm and thanked him for his consideration and honesty about the tears. She stared at his big blue eyes and smiled at Jackie who slowly nodded.
"What's your name young man?" Jackie asked him as he helped her join her friend in the cab. He grinned; "Albert Ma'am. Albert Grimes." He replied and slowly closed the door. The cab pulled away, heading for a decent hotel away from the dock area. Jackie and Alex gripped each other's hands and whispered together. They both agreed that Albert Grimes - despite the terrible name - was a very good looking and fit young man. They giggled as Alex kissed Jackie and the pair really did smile. "To quote the wonderful Sherlock Holmes; the games a foot." Jackie said and adjusted her little bonnet. The young cabbie was about to get a tip he would always remember.
Young Albert Grimes lay on the big bed, naked and panting. He had fucked Alex good and hard for at least twenty minutes before he came deep inside her fanny. Alex lay next to him, stoking and kissing his face. The young man had certainly given her a good orgasm and they both watched Jackie, bending over his cock, sucking gently, caressing it back into an erection. He groaned as her tongue rolled around his pulled back foreskin, then across the wet tip. He turned to Alex and whispered simply; "Yes." Alex grinned and passionately kissed his mouth. She reached down and patted Jackie. That was the signal for her to stop sucking and mount the young man.
He groaned as Jackie squatted over him, facing away and slowly pushed his cock into her willing arse. She lowered herself down and he really did groan, watching her arse consume his cock. Alex kissed his face and ran her fingers through his dark hair. "Your really going to enjoy this." He moaned and nodded vigorously. Jackie began to speed up, gripping his thighs and pushing down and lifting up quickly. "Now you'll really enjoy this part." Alex grinned at him and slid down the bed and squatted in front of Jackie. She grabbed his erect cock and pushed it into her own arse. Jackie gripped her shoulders and co-ordinated the fucking with some skill. Young Albert groaned and cussed; his eyes widened at the sight and he couldn't actually believe what he was seeing.
He raised up on his elbows and ran a hand down Jackie's back. "For fuck sake, this is just unbelievable, fucking great!" He had never fucked a woman in the arse - or another man for that matter - and was loving it. Gwyn, his young wife certainly wouldn't let him anywhere near her bum. The girls were giggling, moaning and panting. Jackie in Alex's willing arse and young Albert in Jackie's equally willing back passage. The happy threesome fucked for several minutes until Jackie finally ejaculated deep into Alex's arse and gripped her tight, frantically kissing her shoulders and neck. Albert let out one big groan and shot his lot up Jackie's bum. The girls collapsed on the bed, kissing each other and then turned back to Albert. They went to work together on his now flaccid cock. They sucked and cleaned it thoroughly, while Albert almost cried with sheer pleasure.
The lovers took a small break for some whisky and while Alex continued to suck Alberts cock, Jackie climbed on his chest and bent over his face, gripping the headboard with both hands. Albert didn't hesitate and pushed Jackie's cock into his mouth. He sucked clumsily, but Jackie couldn't care less. Alex laughed at the sight and went back to sucking his cock; hard and fast. She then mounted him, her arms around Jackie and rode the young man with some determination. She had one hell of a climax and cried a little with pure satisfaction and delight. Jackie couldn't hold out either, and came in Albert's mouth. She groaned with pleasure as he swallowed and continued to suck, until Jackie hoarsely whispered; "Enough darling."
Albert sat up against the pillows and sipped his well deserved whisky and watched the girls rolling about the bed, fingers and tongues probing each other. He managed a smile, remembering Alex saying that Jackie was a very special woman. He had to agree with statement; fully. He fell asleep, the empty whisky glass falling from his hand. He woke with a start and looked about. The girls had gone. He rose slowly and dressed. He was normally honest with young Gwyn; but this was one secret that he would keep from her. He actually had troubling believing it himself.
The girls walked back to the lighthouse slowly; hand in hand until Mr. Harris appeared in the doorway. He announced that the team were in the study - they had received another mission file - and dinner would be served right on time; as usual. Alex sat at the dinner table and smiled at Owen. Then recalled David. She had laid a ghost to rest and was happy now.
"Angel Margret was pleased with the resolution of the mission. The accidently created rogue time portal could have caused serious disruption to the timeline. Alex was happy that the ghost of her long-lost love was finally put to rest. She has great fondness towards Jericho for allowing her to close that painful chapter of her life; by seeing David one last time. While young Owen has made some incredible discoveries about himself: his 'alter-ego' Jacqueline or Jackie will certainly be making more appearances under the mentorship of our girl Alex!"
Maude Manning [the Dickens Maid] remained in service until 1917 when she worked in a Munitions factory and retired in 1932. She never married, but had one child by a soldier in 1918, who was killed. She died in 1936. Her soul was collected and processed.
Daniel David Graves quickly married another colleague after Barbara left him. He continued to work for the Klass Institute despite the failure of the project. He left in 1981 and became a Physics Teacher in Kent. He retired in 2011 and now divorced, moved to Spain. He died there in 2025. His soul was collected and processed.
Our Alex should have listened to the old saying about nostalgia and wishing for the past: 'Look back - never go back!'
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