Chapter 6
I soon learned that time really doesn't matter. What I had promised in 
another time-zone I could easily hold even if it had gone a week or more in 
my own time-zone so my visits to Nina and the new girl wouldn't be any 
problem.
My capital grew very nicely and I got "promoted" at the bank and was now 
handled by a, I don't know if he was a junior-senior or a just a senior but 
something like that, a man who was supposed to be better in giving advice 
about the Exchange, not that I ever asked his advice but I suspect that the 
bank wanted to profit on my luck or skill. He never bothered me so I was 
happy. Once in a while I made a loss, just so the bank wouldn't get 
suspicious and think I was an insider or something.
On one occasion when I was a week into the future to pick up another paper 
I wanted to explore the town a little. Everything looked a little different 
when you know that you can't be seen. You dare to look intently at any 
woman that happens to pass and that was the kind of exploration I wanted to 
do.
I had wandered around for the better part of an hour when I saw her. I 
stopped in my tracks and just looked at her. It was almost as if it was 
Anita I saw. I know it isn't that uncommon to have a double and this was 
obviously one.
This woman was the dream come true. If I couldn't have my ex-girlfriend I 
could at least settle for the second best. I followed her and saw her 
disappear into an apartment building but the door closed to fast for me to 
reach it in time to get in before it shut but I suspected that this was 
were she lived. It was much to late for just an evening walk.
I stalked the place for a few days before I again saw her. I was again 
struck at her resemblance with my ex-girlfriend Anita. So much did I enjoy 
the look of her that I almost forgot to catch the door as she let go of it 
but I managed to get it just before it closed. She must have sensed that 
there was something funny going on with the door because she turned her 
head and looked suspiciously at it. When it shut with the usual little bang 
and click she just shook her head and continued to climb the stairs. I 
followed her closely, hoping that I would be able to sneak in at the same 
time as she walked in. I had no such luck. She barely opened the door more 
than enough for herself get in and she closed it immediately after her, 
locking me out. I noticed the name though and maybe I could have some luck 
with that. I was after all only a week into the future and would be able to 
do some investigation in my own time.
Before I had time to investigate any further I had to get the finals done 
at school and my days were full of work. All I had time to was to pay some 
quick visits to Nina. Now that I was used to have a really active sex-life 
it was hard to go a day without a lay.
One of the last days as I sat guard during a test for one of my classes I 
happened to look at one of the boys, Kevin, who had been in some trouble 
last year. Burglary. It wasn't anything but an idiotic attempt to get some 
excitement into his life that drove him to it and I had supported him and 
had acted as a supervisor to him for a while so I knew him quit well. Maybe 
I could talk him into learning me how to pick a lock.
I asked him if would mind coming over to my place later tonight and he 
agreed.
When he showed up I was a little nervous about asking him blatantly if he 
could teach me how to commit a theft so I sat there and talked about the 
school and things.
"Well, I'm sorry to say this, Robert, but I have other plans as well 
tonight. So if..."
"Oh. Yes of course you have. Well I'll be frank then. Can you teach me how 
to pick a lock?"
He just sat there looking at me.
"Well, had it been any other but you I would have been real mad, but 
knowing you I know that you really mean it. The answer to your question is 
no. No way am I going to teach someone else how to get into trouble. No 
way."
"No, you misunderstood me. I'm not going to break into someone's house. 
It's my own." I was thinking real fast. "It's my own. I inherited it after 
my mother a couple of years ago and I usually goes there when schools out 
and... Well, you wont be interested in that. The point is that I have lost 
the key! And it's way out in a place no one ever heard of so to get a 
locksmith there would cost a fortune, and you know what a part-time teacher 
earns."
He looked at me for a very long time.
"OK, lets pretend I believe you. How would we go about it?"
"Well, we could practice on my door. Or I could by a lock and make a small 
frame and door to install it in."
"OK, the last would be best. We don't want any spectators do we? You make 
the model and call me and I'll see if I can do it. I don't promise 
anything, I'm not that good. I got caught, you remember?" he said with a 
wry smile.
It took me a couple of days to get things ready. I bought the same mark of 
lock that was in the door to the girl of my choice's and called Kevin and 
he promised to be over the next day for my first lesson.
It turned out that it is much harder to pick a lock in real life than it is 
in the movies. That is probably why burglars prefer to just smash a window 
or break up the door to get in. Finally Kevin just unscrewed the lock, 
opened it and showed me how the different things click together. I hadn't 
thought of this approach to the problem. If I had I most certainly would 
have been able to do it by myself. I am after all technically skilled.
"Well, I must say that you have the ability to become a good burglar, but 
please, please don't do anything stupid. It's not worth all the trouble 
that comes with getting caught. And believe you me, you are getting caught. 
Sooner or later."
I promised him to be a good boy and we said our good byes.
I could hardly wait to put my newfound skills into practice. I knew the 
girls movements by now and knew that she was away from home every Tuesday, 
Thursday and Friday and most Saturdays as well so all I had to do now was 
get a good nights rest and set of for Tuesday.
I got to Tuesday in good time before she was usually coming home. I was in 
luck and a man opened the front-door and I slipped in behind him. I managed 
to pick the lock, it only took me about an fifteen minutes, but I got in. I 
didn't have a plan for what I would do once I got into her apartment but as 
I looked around I found it an excellent opportunity to snoop around a 
little.
I started with the desk. The first thing I saw was her passport and I found 
out her first name, Christina, I also found out why she was out so late on 
weekdays, she went to evening-class. A girl with ambitions apparently. In 
one desk drawer I found a key under a stack of paper. It was labeled with 
the same brand as her lock so I assumed that it was the key to her 
apartment. I decided that I should take it with me and make a copy of it at 
the locksmith's the next day. I could be back at the same time the next day 
as I was here today so that wasn't any problem. What was a problem was to 
get the key and go to the Machine. You can't walk around town with a key in 
your hand when you are invisible. Every time I saw someone come at me I had 
to crouch and hold the key down in the gutter hoping that the passing 
person would take it for some litter and not bother about it.
At home I had to wait until the next day when the shops opened to get a 
duplicate but finally it was done and I could return. I held my breath as I 
inserted the key in the slot and breathed a sigh of relief when it turned 
and the door was unlocked.
I resumed my snooping after I had went down and hid the key in a safe a 
place as possible. I started with her underclothes. I didn't want to lift 
any of them out of their place so I just looked at them. Nothing too sexy 
there. It was mostly the usual cotton-panties. What striked me was the 
under-representation of bras. Either she didn't use them, had so firm 
breasts that she didn't need any or she was so small on top that she didn't 
need them because of that. I hadn't seen her without her jacket so it was 
hard to tell. I lifted one of the few and looked at it. Well it looked 
almost as a training-bra. So the mystery was solved. She was very, very 
small. I could feel my mouth water. Over the years I had gotten more and 
more turned on by small breasts. In my youth I had, like most boys, dreamed 
of huge mammaries that I could bury my face in. Breasts that big was, I 
have heard I don't know if it's true, was not as sensitive as small breasts 
and you could actually bite quit hard on the nipples and flesh without 
causing any damage, on the opposite, it was said that big breasts craved 
rough handling, something that I had outgrown. Now I wanted my lovemaking 
sweet, tender and slow. Of course Nina had more than a little to do with 
that preference.
I looked over the bookshelf and was surprised when I saw that she didn't 
only read love-novels but that there was a couple of science-fiction novels 
stuck in there as well. Well it was the mainstream stuff; Asimov and 
Heinlein and Orwell, that old stuff, but still.
I sat in a chair and just looked around. Getting to know the place and time 
just flew. It was a very cozy place. It had things that must mirror her 
personality and the scent in the room was certainly feminine.
Suddenly I heard the key in the lock. I had overstayed. I hadn't intended 
to stay this late at the first night. I wanted to learn all about her 
before I made my move.
She entered and had already taken off her jacket and for the first time I 
saw her in less clothes than her outdoor-clothes. She was lovely. Slender. 
Not to tall, just right for a woman. The jeans clung tightly to her body - 
ass, I noticed as she turned to go into the kitchen and I admired it's 
wriggling. She stopped in mid-step. Looked around and then she looked 
straight at the chair in which I sat! How could she know? She couldn't see 
me and still she seemed to know that I was there. Suddenly it occurred to 
me. I wasn't only invisible I was also see through! If she could see 
through me she could also make out the impression I made in the soft chair 
in which I was sitting! Slowly, very slowly I rose up, making the 
impression fade out little by little. Obviously she didn't notice the slow 
decent of the impression because as soon as it had disappeared she seemed 
to be satisfied and shrugged her shoulders and continued her travel to the 
kitchen. I could hear the door to the refrigerator open and close after a 
while. She appeared with a sandwich in her hand, munching on a bite. She 
looked around and saw that a flower needed some attending and went over to 
it. She stood by the window while she ate her sandwich then she 
straightened her shoulders and went straight into the bedroom. I followed 
and stood in the doorway while she got undressed. Not exactly undressed, 
she still had her shirt and panties on. She then got a fresh nightie from 
her drawer and walked towards me. I quickly ducked into the livingroom 
again but she just passed me and headed for the bathroom.
She didn't close the door behind her and again I could stand in the doorway 
watching her getting the rest of her clothes off. It was just as I had 
concluded, her breasts were very small. They hardly stuck out from her 
chest. The lack of curve on the upside was more than compensated on her 
lower body. Her ass was high and looked very firm. Her hips flared out in a 
very womanly fashion. Almost flat stomach besides the slight curve that the 
womb makes on the lower part. When she turned I saw that she didn't have 
much hair on her vagina. It was more of a tuft of hair that grew separately 
on the steep hill than a continued growth to hide her sex. Now it just 
accentuated it in a very delicate way.
This was the second shower-scene I had witnessed in a short time and this 
woman was just as meticulous as the other. Maybe it was a feminine thing. 
Wash every nook and curve very, very carefully. The shower lasted at least 
twenty minutes. I usually finish mine in less than ten minutes.
The drying procedure was just as carefully done as the washing. Between 
every toe, in the ears, ass-creek got a thorough rubbing and the pussy was 
tenderly clapped into dryness. After that there was a long session in front 
of the mirror and teethbrushing. All in all I guess the toilet took almost 
a whole hour. I never tiered of looking at her in all that time. I loved 
that her little breasts didn't move when she rubbed herself dry, they 
flattened out a little when she lifted her arms to dry her hair. She took 
up her nightie, looked at it and put it down again.
When she finally was done she went straight into the bedroom she tottered 
around putting a book back up on its shelf. Bent down to pick something up. 
Turned a whole circle as if she was looking after more to do before she 
went to bed. Had I been visible I would have suspected that she was putting 
on a show for me.
She lit the bedside-lamp and switched off the main illumination and then 
she folded the blanket along the middle and lay down beside it. She lay on 
her back and her tits didn't sink into her chest in any way. The small 
hills curved proudly over her chest the mound of her pussy almost could 
compete with them in height.
Slowly, almost absentmindedly she cupped a little tit in her hand. Pinched 
the nipple lightly and it sprung to life. It thickened and prolonged itself 
to at least double size. The nipple that was unintended to was slowly 
rising as well and she took pity in it and gave it a pinch and rolled it a 
little between her fingers to assure it that she hadn't forgotten it.
The other hand stroked its way down her stomach. Stopped as she reached the 
hair. Scratched in it and then she dipped her hand down between her thighs, 
separating them almost physically. She let her hand stay between her thighs 
but she didn't touch her vagina. She caressed her thighs with the tips of 
her fingers, all the way from mid-thigh up to her groins. As she did so her 
legs parted more and more but she never missed the slow motions along her 
legs. It was almost as if she was two persons in one. Her hands worked 
almost like a man should have caressed her and her legs and nipples acted 
as if they, as they did, belonged to her. What I witnessed wasn't an act of 
masturbation. This was foreplay at its best.
I stood there watching her with my hardon pointing straight out for fifteen 
minutes and she never touched herself directly on the pussy. I was by now 
so horny that any thoughts of being precocious I had vanished and I took a 
step forward and stood only a few centimeters away from the woman laying in 
her bed making love to herself. Her legs were by now spread wide and as I 
stood there pondering the next step her hips jerked a little and when she 
did that the bed hardly moved. She was obviously one that slept on a hard 
mattress. That gave me an idea and I stepped down to the end of the bed and 
when her hips jerked the next time I took the opportunity to step up on the 
bed, standing on my knees. The jerks came more frequently and at the next I 
carefully let my hands fall down on each side of her waist and when her 
hand for a while dwelled on the lower part of her leg I sank my head down 
and drew my tongue along the tightly shut slit.
Her hips didn't jerk at this. She froze. I gave her slit another lick and 
got the tip of my tongue inside the two fat lips and met a very wet pussy. 
This time I could feel that she lifted the hand that lay motionless on her 
leg halfway up in the air. A third lick and the hand drifted towards the 
junction between her legs were my head was. My tongue reached a little 
farther inside of her pussy and got a taste of the juices. I could taste 
that she was a young woman. The most dominant taste and smell was that of 
soap. The fourth long lick drew her hand to my head. She didn't stroke it. 
Didn't hold it in place. She just felt around for it. When she felt it she 
hastily drew her hand back as if she had burned it.
I looked up at her face over the high pussy-hill. She had lifted it up from 
the pillow and was looking down her body. When she didn't see anything she 
again put her hand on my head and when she actually felt it there a look of 
unbelief drew over her face.
"Who... What are you?" she whispered frightened.
"Sch," I hissed back. "I'm here to make you feel good. I'm not here to harm 
you."
"Oh?" she sighed.
"No," I said and gave her another long lick along her by now wet slit.
"Oh."
"Just to make you feel good," I said and stabbed my tongue against her 
pussy, making it slip a little bit inside.
"Oh!"
"Doesn't it feel good?" I gave her a couple of rather quick stabs.
"OH!"
I took this as a confirmation and continued my stabbing against her pussy, 
never letting the tongue slip in too far. Once in a while I gave the 
drooling pussy a long lick, mostly to get rid of the juices that flowed 
freely.
Her 'oh-s' changed to 'ah-s' and when I started to lick and kiss my way up 
her body she closed her eyes and hummed.
When I was far enough up for my cock to touch her body she shivered as if a 
cold draught had blown over her nude body. I pressed my cock against her 
pussy while I sucked softly at her throat and she pressed back. My cock 
just slipped inside and she gave a little cry as it did so. The foreskin 
caught the rim of her pussy and drew back in such a painful way that I had 
to withdraw a little and deliver a couple of shallow thrusts to wet the 
head properly. Next time I pushed a little harder forward she again gave a 
cry and I could feel something yield and by the sheer force of my thrust I 
sank my cock halfway inside of her.
"This wasn't feeling good!" she sobbed.
"Sorry, I didn't know."
"Now you know and it still hurts!"
"I'll just lay still for a while and let you get used to the feeling."
"It's not the feeling I've got to get used to," she growled. "It's the 
size! Your tearing me apart, for gods sake!"
"I'm not that big," I protested. I am not more than average in size but her 
words made me proud over the fact that she thought I was.
"It feels big! And I trust my feelings more than your words."
I lay still on her. Sucking her earlobe which made her crone her head. 
Kissing her throat which made her stretch out her neck. Kissing her mouth 
which made her put her tongue against mine and while she was preoccupied by 
the kissing-game I started to move slowly inside of her tight pussy. She 
never noticed until I picked up speed and when I was fucking her properly 
she tore her lips away from mine.
"Oh? Yes, yesyes, yeeeesss!"
My thrusts were soon met by hers. Instinctively her motions became 
synchronized with my and her moans became synchronized with her movements 
and suddenly her moans drew out in a long, long breathtaking wail and she 
came with a strength that surprised me and I just had to let go and my 
sperm welled into her clasping cunt. I grunted like a hog and her wail 
almost drowned my gruntings.
"Oh shit," she exclaimed when she lay still. "Oh, why did I wait soooo 
long."
"Do you want to do it some more?" I whispered.
"Sorry. I'm feeling real soar. Another day maybe?" she asked hopefully.
"I'll try to make it," I promised and tucked her in before I made my 
escape.
Chapter 7
The next couple of month's I was really busy. I had to get money, bills, 
from the right period so I could take them back and give them to Nina so 
she could get us a place to meet. It was so lucky that while I was doing my 
part in my time, she did hers in her time; finding a flat and going to see 
her boyfriend and fuck him without any protection or make the condom brake 
so she could lure him into marriage.
Finally I had the amount I thought that we needed and went back to Nina.
"If you've got that much money why didn't you just by some antique stuff 
that I could sell?" she asked when I told her about the difficulty in 
getting hold of bills older than circa twenty years. I could have kicked 
myself when I heard that. Of course that would be the right thing to do. It 
solved a problem though. I did want to contribute to my child's upbringing 
and if I bought stuff that would increase it's value over time I would be 
able to do that without any difficulty. Added to that I by now knew about 
the Stock Exchange and had Nina open an account in her name and after a 
slow start her fortune grew nicely. In the early sixties there wasn't that 
much movement in the market so it took longer to build a fortune than it 
did in my own time-zone. Nina suggested that she should get some catalogues 
from this time and the results of the auctions and then I could do the same 
in my time and compare. That would minimize the risk of buying the wrong 
stuff since neither Nina nor I knew anything what so ever about antiquities 
and it would get us a starting capital.
We met again a week thereafter. I had the first piece of antiquity with me, 
a small painting which she found lovely.
She told me that everything had gone fine so far. Now all we could do was 
wait for the appropriate time to pass and then confront James, her fiancé, 
with the result of "their" lovemaking. I had second and third thoughts 
about the scheme when I heard her talk about getting her fiancé "in 
trouble". Could I live with the thought of Nina in another mans arms? Of 
her being his wife? I didn't have to think about this for long, the answer 
was 'no'.
"Darling?" I asked a little haltingly.
"Mhm," she said without looking up from the catalogue she was reading. "You 
know what? I could really get hooked on this stuff. Look at this silver..." 
she looked over at me, I sat fully clothed in a chair by the radio which 
was playing softly, as she was about to show me the picture. "What?" she 
asked a little alarmed when she realized the serious tone in my voice.
"I've been thinking."
"Do you want me to get an aspirin?"
I smiled a little even though she couldn't see it she sensed it and smiled 
back.
"No, seriously. I don't know how I should put this... I love you so much," 
I drew a deep breath and blurted out; "I don't want you to marry him! I 
want you to be mine! I know I can't marry you but to me you would always be 
my wife and..." I looked over at her to see how she was taking this. To my 
bewilderment I saw tears running down her cheeks. "Oh. I'm so sorry!" I 
hurried over to her and fell down on my knees in front of her and took her 
hands in my. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. Of course the 
choice is yours. You do..."
"No silly. I'm happy! So happy! Oh I love you so much and I'll always be 
yours. Always. I don't want to marry him I want you!"
After some discussions it was decided that she should break up with her 
current boyfriend and find some place were we could be together without me 
being noticed when I came and went. We talked a little more and then we 
made love and slept.
A couple of days later she told me that she had found the perfect place. I 
asked her about it but she insisted that she should show it to me.
Hand in hand we walked the dark streets of our town.
"Oh, this is nice. It's almost normal. Our first time outside my flat 
together on the way to our flat!"
She talked all the way and anyone who might have seen us would have gotten 
the impression that she wandered the streets by herself talking to herself.
"Here it is," she said and pointed at a two story house. I couldn't see any 
light in any of the windows.
"But... It's empty. Or?"
"Yes it is. But you told me once that the town will grow to more than its 
double size in a couple of years. It is very rundown but we could take our 
time fixing it and then we could rent out three of the apartments and 
wouldn't have to pay any rent ourselves. We might even get a little profit 
from it. What do you say?"
"Yes. It's a good idea. Let me check the neighborhood tomorrow and see what 
it will look like in, say ten years time. If it looks good we might as well 
go ahead."
We strolled back to Nina's flat and she talked about the future and seemed 
to be content with the prospects that it held. Then we made love and slept 
the night.
"Don't you want anything to eat?" Nina asked in the morning when she sat at 
the breakfast table munching on toast and jam and gulping down mouthfuls of 
coffee. I realized that whenever I was in my invisible state I wasn't 
hungry or thirsty. It made me wonder if the metabolism slowed down and the 
body, which wasn't there in solid form, didn't need any nourishment. I told 
her about my thoughts and she just shook her head in amazement.
"Well, if nothing else there wont be any high household-bills for food," 
she said with a smile.
I checked out the neighborhood of the old house as I had promised Nina and 
found that it would be a very nice place to live in a couple of years ahead 
so she signed the papers and got the key.
The first thing we did was make up a plan for how we would go about things. 
There was a lot to do and it was obvious that we needed help from 
professional plumbers and electricians at least. Nina got an estimate and I 
had to go back and forth with a lot of goods to pay for the renovation of 
all the pipes and wiring. It became so much of an effort that we invested 
in some longterm stock and after the first year they had grown and I didn't 
have to carry that much stuff back with me. After that we started on our 
own apartment.
It was at this time I stumbled on Anita's whereabouts. I had gone to a 
garden-center not that I was all that interested in gardening but there was 
a small yard to go with the house Nina had found and she wanted to plant 
some roses there and I wanted to see what it was that she had chosen. I saw 
Anita before she saw me. I recognized her at once and ducked out of sight. 
I wasn't prepared for meeting her yet. I forgot all about roses and flowers 
all I now wanted was to learn were Anita lived. It turned out that it was 
very easy. She left about an hour after the garden-center closed and went 
almost straight home and all I had to do was follow her. I didn't even have 
to travel in time to manage that. When I found what door she went into all 
I had to do was follow her a couple of minutes later and soon I stood 
outside her door. This was all I did. Found out her address. I was going to 
pay her a visit very soon. The next day.
Chapter 8
"Are... Are you here?" she asked with a little tremor in her voice.
I was surprised at this. How did she know? I hadn't moved since she came 
into the room. Had hardly breathed. But somehow she knew.
"You don't have to hide. I know you are here. Say something!" the last was 
said in a little angry voice.
"Yes," I blurted before I could stop myself.
"Who are you? How did you find me? What do you want from me? Why me?"
"Because I love you," I said with my half whisper. I didn't want her to 
recognize me by my voice.
"Sure you do. Were have you been all these years than?"
"I couldn't find you?"
"Couldn't find me? How did you find me the first time? Or was I just picked 
at random?"
"No, no. I know... knew you."
She looked at the place were she thought I was.
"You - knew - me?!" she said not believing what she had heard.
"Yes."
"Do I know you?"
"Yes."
"Are you my age?"
"Yes."
"Were you in my class?"
She was quick to comprehend and deduct from given information.
"Yes."
Again she was silent. This time for longer.
"Why don't you sit down. I have to think about this."
"Thank you."
She jumped a little when she heard the chair being pulled a little closer 
and then she looked hard at the place were I sat, trying to see me. She 
just shook her head in disbelief and disappointment.
"I know you and you were in my class, that means that you can't be... be 
invisible all the time. Or?"
"No, I'm not."
"You invented a lotion that makes you invisible? You know like Doctor 
Jekyll and Mister Hide?"
"No."
"No. I didn't think so either. There was only one boy in my class that was 
intelligent enough to be able to do that."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yes."
Again she was quiet for a while.
"So you stumbled over something that makes you invisible?"
"You could say that."
"Yes, that makes sense. Would I be invisible if I was to take this... 
whatever?"
"I don't know."
"Are you Peter?" she tried spring the question on me and make me answer it 
in surprise.
"No. And I will not tell you my name."
"Hm. So are you going to test it on me?"
"I don't know."
"What do you know and why are you here?"
"I don't know and I really don't know. To gloat maybe."
"Gloat at what? I'm doing good. What is there to gloat about? Me being a 
lone mother with a child that don't have a father. Not even in her papers? 
Is that something to gloat about?"
"I didn't know?"
"What? That I have a daughter?"
"No."
She let me off the hook for a while but put me in another spot.
"Aren't you going to kiss me? You have after all fucked me so you may as 
well kiss me. You never did, you know. Besides I would like to feel it, 
make sure that you are just as despicable as I always imagined."
She took a step toward me and I sprang to my feet to be ready if she had an 
ultimate motive. It didn't seem so and when she was close enough for me to 
reach her I put my hands on her shoulders and drew her closer to me. She 
lifted her face and my lips closed on hers.
I was overwhelmed by my feelings for her once again and the kiss lasted 
longer and got a lot more passionate than either of us had expected. When 
it ended she took a step back and looked questionly at me, there was a 
glimmer of surprise and something else in her eyes. It looked like love! 
Suddenly the expression changed. Her eyes went black and her lips tight and 
the flat of her hand suddenly swung at my face and landed a stinging slap 
right on my cheek!
"How could you! You damn bastard! How could you? Wasn't it enough for you 
to spoil my life? Why did you have to spoil my daughter's too? You're own 
daughter's? How evil can you be?"
I stagger back to the chair, pulled it up and sank down on it. It was me! I 
myself who had ruined my life! And Anita's! And to add too that my new, 
daughter's as well! Well not new, she must be at least - eighteen by now, 
but new to me. Suddenly I realized that I was crying. Tears just streamed 
down my cheeks and I didn't notice that Anita had approached me and I 
almost jumped out of the chair again when I felt her hand touch my ear. I 
didn't because her fingers weren't threatening me. They just wanted to 
"see" me, like a blind looks at objects. When she reached my cheeks she 
could feel the tears.
"No, you didn't know. Did you? But you hated me enough to do it. What can I 
have done to deserve such hate?" she whispered and with a little shiver she 
sat down on my lap but at first attempt she almost missed it but since she 
hadn't let go of the support of her legs yet she was able to stay up and 
land in my lap. As she sat down she jumped up again.
"My god! Your naked!"
I had to laugh a little at the look at her face. Surprise mingled with 
disgust and curiosity.
"Clothes doesn't get invisible," I mumbled and dried my tears.
"Oh, I see."
She got a determined look at her face and again she sat down, this time she 
got it almost right at the first time and it just took some wriggling to 
land right.
When she sat in my lap she took my head in her hands but when she felt it 
she again stood and went to get some paper-tissues and handed them to me.
"Here, blow your nose and act as a man!" she said with a laugh.
I did as she said. Both parts. Blew my nose and felt my cock act manly. If 
she noticed she acted as if she didn't.
She took my face between her hands and tried to look me deep in the eyes 
that wasn't there for her to see.
"I think we have to get everything out in the open, don't you?" she asked 
in a sincere tone.
I just nodded my head.
"So tell me all about it."
"I-I can't just now. I have to... compose myself. You tell me first."
"Oh. OK. Were shall I start?"
"Why not from the beginning? When we... first met."
"You mean at school or - in my room?" she blushed at the last words.
"Your room."
"Oh. Well, it's a bit embarrassing you know. You saw me, didn't you?"
"Saw you? Of course I saw you."
"You saw me... masturbate?"
"Oh, yes. I saw you and that's why..."
"So it was my own fault then?" she said hotly.
"No! I didn't say that! I loved you! Saw your... you know, your butt was 
all the way out on the edge of the bed and-and... Why didn't you stop me?"
"How could I? At first I didn't believe it was happening, that it wasn't 
real that it only was a dream, you know the kind you sometimes can dream 
when your still awake but on the way to fall asleep. And then I became 
scared. You frightened me for heavens sake!"
"I did? That's not what I can remember. All I remember was that you put 
your hand down between your thighs and felt my cock. Oh yes. And you looked 
over your shoulder once."
"Yes and I didn't see you! But I felt you! I was horny! Had been ever 
since..." she went quiet.
"Ever since?" I nudged her on. Maybe now she would tell me who it was that 
she had left me for. Whoever it was he didn't seem to be around anymore.
"Oh what the hell. What harm can it do? Maybe I can hurt you a little too. 
Ever since Robert had started to finger my cunt! So. Happy now?" she said 
defiantly.
Once again it was confirmed to me that I myself was to blame for my misery. 
Or?
"Oh, that's all?"
"What do you mean; that's all! That's all! Of course it is all! Why would I 
lie?"
"No I didn't mean it that way. I thought that you had met..."
"Met what?" she glared angrily at me, she hoped.
"Well. Who wasn't horny? I mean it was the age when you *are* horny! I 
could refrain myself from..." I dodged her question by attacking her a 
little.
"You could *what*!? You raped me for gods sake!"
"I did nothing of the sort."
"Almost."
"Not even close!"
"Well," suddenly she shrunk a little. "No. You didn't. I wont lie. I-I 
liked it! It was unbelievable. irresistible. Erie and hot at the same time. 
An unknown, unseen, no, invisible, lover. I was a romantic little girl. A 
little girl who had her future planned."
"You had?"
"Yes. And it didn't include you."
"It didn't?"
She must have heard the hurt tone in my voice.
"How could it? I didn't know you."
"No, I guess not."
"Anyway. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. To be made love to 
by an invisible man! Of course I had to get pregnant by my one and only 
fuck!"
"And you never met another man?" I had to ask.
"No. I lived on the hope. That either you or Robert would come back. You to 
fuck me! Nothing else!" she added defiantly.
"But-but... Robert..." I couldn't finish the sentence.
"Oh, he was sorry for a while but he didn't try to find me. Or persuade me 
to come back to him when I broke up! It's just my luck. Falling in love 
with an asshole and being fucked by another!"
What was this. She blamed me for not... I almost spilled it then by I 
stopped myself.
"Oh, what I heard he never got married. He never even had a steady 
girlfriend after your... disappearance?"
"I had to. The times were such and I don't think my parents ever forgave 
me. Oh, they loved their grandchild and spoiled her rotten, but me... Well, 
there always was something... a feeling of discomfort. I never was able to 
tell how it happened, or even come up with a plausible story. They knew 
that I only had eyes for Robert and never saw anyone else. He didn't?" she 
abruptly cut off her explanation and asked as if it just had dawn on her.
Obviously I wasn't the only one who hadn't tried to find the other. But to 
be fair her excuse was more valid than mine.
"No."
"Do you see him?"
"Yes."
"How is he?"
"I don't know. Bitter I think. Lonely. He works as a teacher."
"Oh. Well it serves him right," she said without conviction.
Suddenly I realized that all the time she had been sitting in my lap I had 
caressed her back and squeezed her ass and she hadn't objected. Neither did 
she object to the fact that she was sitting on a hard object that had 
gotten harder and harder while she squirmed around in my lap. Looking at 
this, looking at that and then looking back at the vicinity of my face. And 
so on.
When I had registered this I took her face in my hands and drew it down to 
me and again our passion build as we kissed. This time I didn't waste any 
time. My hands were on her tits just as soon as our lips locked. When she 
didn't object I started to unbutton her shirt and had her upper body naked, 
clad only in her bra in a second. With one hand I reached the clasp on her 
back and undid it and the bra fell free from her breasts and slid a little 
bit down her arms.
I could just make out the swelling of her breasts but they looked just as 
enticing as I remembered them from a few months ago when they sat on a 
young girl and not this mature woman I now had in my lap.
She let go of my shoulders long enough for the bra-straps to slide down her 
arms and the bra landed in her lap.
I pushed my arm under her thighs and with some effort I stood carrying her 
and made my way over to the sofa but she tore her lips from mine.
"Bedroom," she growled and then she looked down. "Oh my god. I'm floating!" 
she giggled but held on tighter to my neck as if she was afraid of falling. 
Be subject to the laws of gravity. "Don't think I forgive you just because 
I let you fuck me," she said as I lay her down on the bed and proceeded to 
undress her. "I still hate you," she said as her panties slid over her hips 
revealing her thick bush to my eyes, "and it'll take much more than a few 
tears to make that... Oooh... go-o-h away!!!"
The last word came out as a cry when my lips made contact with her clit 
that peeked out of the forest of hair. I could feel it grow between my lips 
and her hips shook a little when I added some suction. I spread her fat 
lips with my stiff tongue and they opened much easier than when I had tried 
to open them as a teenager. Was it because her pussy had been used more, or 
was it my improved ability, or maybe it was just because it was my tongue 
that did the prying? When I drew my tongue all the way from the bottom to 
the clit she bucked her hips and I had to hold her down a little by force. 
Her hands found my head and held it loosely while it bobbed pleasure to her 
with my tongue stiff and it didn't take her long to come in a long, long 
climax that I licked her pussy through making it last even longer.
"Not more," she panted when she finally stopped her mewing and sighing, "No 
more. Now I want the real thing!"
"The real thing?" I asked innocently.
"Yes. Your cock! I want your cock! I've been waiting for it for too long! 
Oh damn it! Fuck me!"
"Anything you say Madame," I said in a mock obedient tone.
She fumbled between us seeking the place where my cock was. Found it and 
pulled me down and with one hand around my cock she used the other to 
spread her thick pussylips and then she pushed my cock in place, lifted her 
hips a little and the head was inside her before I had time to blink my 
eyes. She was just as tight as she had been all these years ago, well for 
me a month ago actually. The only difference was the wetness. She was 
sopping. My saliva had of course contributed to it but mostly it was her 
own juices that had flowed so freely that her pussy squelched when I 
started to fuck her.
This time I was much more experienced and the fuck lasted for a long time 
driving one big, hard orgasm out of her followed by a series of smaller 
ones but when I whispered to her that I was about to cum she just cried out 
and pumped her hips more eagerly, not faster but more demanding up against 
me.
"Yes, yes. Do it again! Give it to me again! Just like the last time! Just 
like then! Oh god you're filling me up! All the way!"
Exhausted I fell down on her and she put her arms around me, squeezing me 
tight.
"Oh, god. This was just... heaven. Just as I have dreamt it to be," she 
sighed and I hummed an affirmative. It was just heaven and I wished that it 
would last.
"It's your turn now," she said abruptly.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You said that you would tell me all about it and you."
"Oh yes. What do you say if I came over the day after, no make that in 
three days, and I'll be here as early as you want me to. Then I could take 
my time, it's a very long story," I lied because it wasn't. It was just; I 
invented a time machine, I went back, saw you fucked you, my life went down 
the drains and that was all. Oh yes. I made you pregnant too.
"Oh, OK. Can you eat when you are..."
"Oh, good question. We could try I can wear clothes during dinner, I have a 
very nice suit. I don't dress in a fig-leaf all the time," I joked and she 
laughed happily at my poor joke.
"Good. I'm looking forward to it. Do you really have to go?"
"Yes. I've got a lot of stuff to take care of."
"Women?"
"No, no. Business."
"I wouldn't have minded. I've always thought of you as a free spirit, 
so..."
"I'll tell you all about it in a few days."
She followed me to the door, still naked, I kissed her and than I 
reluctantly left.
Chapter 9
I went home and thought about the situation. It was almost obvious that 
Anita still had some feelings for me. I wondered if I would dare to look 
her up. All I really risked was that she would through me out. I would 
still have her as invisible. So I went to bed that night with the plan that 
I would look her up already tomorrow.
I was up early the next day. Went to the barber to get my hair cut, I 
didn't want to show up with a hairdo that would awaken her suspicions. Then 
I made a trip to the florist and bought a bouquet of flowers. At first I 
had thought of roses but I changed my mind. I didn't want to look too self-
assured so I settled for a fresh bouquet of summer-flowers.
While I waited for the day to pass I puttered around on my machine but time 
passed slowly anyway.
Finally it was just after six o'clock. I knew that Anita would be home from 
work about now. A little nervously I rang the bell and after a while it 
opened and Anita stood in front of me for the first time in almost twenty 
years.
"Yes?" she said as she first saw me but then her expression changed. "Ro-
Robert?"
"Hello Anita. How are you?"
"Oh, it is you. I'm fine. And you?"
"Great."
We stood there looking at each other for a long time without saying 
anything.
"Did I come at a bad time?" I finally had to break the silence.
"Oh. Sorry. No. It's just that I was surprised... So much have happened the 
last two days. First... Never mind. Come in. For me?" she asked when I 
handed her the flowers.
"Yes. I didn't know if..."
"Thank you, sit down while I put them in water."
While I sat down she disappeared and came back a little later with the 
flowers in a vase. She put them on the table in front of me.
"They are lovely. I just love the summer flowers. They have an air of 
fragility about them, and then you can usually smell them, and that is 
nice."
I answered with some nonsense and we chatted for a while, well almost an 
hour, before she looked at me.
"How come that you comes around now?" she asked a little noncommittally.
"Oh, I met an old friend and he told me were you lived so I thought I would 
look you up. I didn't even know that you lived here in town. I thought you 
move away... years ago."
"I did. But I always loved it here so I moved back about, what... nine or 
ten years ago and have lived here since."
I didn't want to ask the question that burned on my lips. I knew the answer 
and would have been deeply disappointed if she had lied.
"So. What have you been up to since I saw you last?"
"Oh, a little of this and a little of that, you know."
"Wife? Girlfriend?" she asked as if she didn't know, but I didn't let her 
know that I knew that she knew.
"No. Neither. Never seemed to meet anyone that could be special. How about 
you?"
"No, me neither. It's hard when you are a single mother, you know."
"Oh?"
"No, you don't know that, do you? Yes I have a daughter."
"So, is she coming home soon?"
"Oh no. She's eighteen and moved out a few months ago. Two and a half 
months ago."
"I bet you worry yourself sick about her."
"At first. But she is very responsible so I know that she'll be all right. 
You never told me what you've been up to. What do you do for a living?"
I told her freely about all the trivia but as soon as I was about to tell 
her about my invention I hesitated. Took a deep breath and decided to risk 
it all.
"I've been working on inventions too. That takes up almost all my time, 
took rather. I don't have to work for a living any more."
"Oh, anything exciting?"
"Well, I think so."
"Tell me!"
"I've invented a Time Machine."
I sat silent and looked at her as it slowly sank into her. At first she 
looked just mildly interested, then it dawn on her what I had said and her 
eyes grew big, her face flushed.
"Oh my god! It's - it's you!"
I just shook my head yes while she looked at me. Slowly getting to accept 
it. Than she suddenly smiled.
"Oh, Robert, that's - that's just wonderful! You know why I didn't know 
when I first saw you? I didn't recognize you with your clothes on!" she 
burst out laughing at that and I laughed with her, partly out of sheer 
relief. This had gone much smoother than I could have hoped for.
"So, that explains one thing but not why you are here now."
"I - I," I stammered as I was about to tell her. "I still love you!" I 
blurted.
She stood and came over to me and sank down on my lap.
"Oh, Robert. I've been feeling so sorry. So... I felt so guilty. So 
ashamed. At first, but when I had Chris I forgot all about the shame and 
guilt. She's just lovely. So beautiful."
She looked over at a picture that stood on a shelf in the bookcase and I 
followed her glance. My god! I recognized that girl. It was Christina! I 
had fucked my own daughter!
"She looks beautiful," I managed. "Just like you at that age."
"At that age?" asked Anita rising her eyebrows in a menacing manner.
"Oh, you know what I mean. You're beautiful at any age. And you know it."
"If you say so." She looked hard at me for a while. Then she licked her 
lips. "Aren't you going to prove to me that you love me?"
I just looked at her for a while and then I bent forward and kissed her.
"You know it's nice to see you again. And I mean see."
"Mm, and I love to see you too, without any need for hiding. Oh, Anita, I'm 
so sorry for what I have done! For everything."
She kissed me softly.
"Don't be. You couldn't know. How could you? Just to imagine all the 
ramifications your Time Machine would have on your life. And on those that 
came into contact with you when you used it. We'll blame it on bad luck and 
not talk about it anymore. Well, I want to know all about the machine and 
what you've been up to with it."
I told her everything I had done except the women. When I came to my 
investments she nodded her approval.
"Yes. It all shows that you are a sensible man and I can see were our 
daughter have got her sensitivity from. But don't lie to me and try to dupe 
me to believe that you haven't had any other women. What woman could 
possibly resist an invisible man? Are you going to take me on a trip?"
I laughed a little at her eagerness.
"We'll see," said I noncommittally and tried to ignore the first part of 
her request.
"OK, we'll see," she agreed to easily. "Now, the women."
"Well. OK, there's been a few."
"A few? You beast! Tell me!"
"The first one was... Debbie's mother."
"No! You don't mean that she... How could she? Were?"
"In Debbie's bed!"
"Were was Debbie?"
"In her bed."
Anita almost doubled over at this.
"Oh. How could you?! How could she... I mean she must have been terrified. 
What if Debbie had woke up? Or her husband come in to look to them. Was she 
any good? In bed I mean."
"I can't possibly tell you that. I can tell you that much that she was very 
willing and actually suggested that she could sleep in her daughter's bed 
for a week without waking any suspicions, but after that she had to go back 
to the marital-bed."
"Oh, how I envy her!"
"What?!"
"Yes, you can never start to imagine what it felt like!" she giggled a 
little embarrassed. "You make me blush! I haven't blushed for years!"
"OK, we'll leave it for the moment, but be assured that I'll come back to 
the subject."
"Only if you tell me all about your women."
I couldn't understand why she was so interested in my conquests.
"Than there was, is, Miss Nordstrom."
"Nooo. How did you ever get her to..."
"I tied her to the bed!"
"You did what?! Did you rape her?"
"Oh no, she even helped me tie her up and even gave me a key when I left."
"She didn't?"
"Yes, she did."
I told her almost all of my first night with Nina and she listened 
intently. Once in a while she silenced me with a kiss but urged me on as 
soon as it ended.
"Oh," she whispered when I had finished my tale about our teacher. "Oh, 
shit. Is it that late already? I have to get up early. Some of us have to 
work you know. You must tell me the rest tomorrow."
I was more than willing to oblige her that request. It would let me think 
about how I should break the news to her that I had been screwing our 
daughter.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll just get my shoes on and tha..."
"Oh no you don't. Don't think for a minute that I'll let you out of sight 
now when you are here. Unless..." she looked a little hesitantly at me. 
"Unless you don't want to..."
"Oh, yes, of course I want to! It's what I've been dreaming of for so many 
years!"
"Good."
She took my hand and showed me were the bathroom was. She even produced a 
toothbrush.
"If you have to shave I'm afraid that you'll have to use my Ladyshave."
I declined her offer and said that I didn't grow beard that fast that it 
couldn't wait until the next day.
It was a little awkward when we first got undressed in front of each other. 
Even if we had fucked the night before this was a new situation were we 
both could see each other and with that came some self consciousness into 
play. When we got under the covers Anita crept into my arms and I could 
feel her body press against mine. Without me even wanting it my cock slowly 
thickened and after a while it pressed hard against her stomach. She pushed 
her face into me, hiding her face but little kisses on my neck told me that 
she was content about this and when I reached down between us and tried to 
take one of her full breasts in my hand she moved a little so I could get 
better access to it.
She pressed her pelvis against my hard cock and lifted her face for a kiss 
and while our tongues played my hand strayed and soon cupped her hairy 
mound. She moaned a little into my mouth and squirmed as my finger found 
her erect clit and played with it. Her thick lips was the softest and 
hottest pair that I had ever held in my hand. Slowly her leg lifted and 
soon it hung over my thigh and I could easily draw my finger along the long 
slit, feeling the promising wetness behind them. If it was the way she lay 
I don't know but my finger sank into the warm dampness very easily and she 
pushed her hips forward a little to get my finger a little deeper inside of 
her.
"Don't make me wait," she groaned a little later and pulled me tighter to 
her.
I obeyed her by rolling her over on top of me and lifted her hips up a 
little so my hard cock could make its way into her wet pussy. I continued 
to hold her hips so she was unable to move when I started to make love to 
her. I wanted this to be different. More tender, me giving to her. Making 
love, not fuck. In slow and shallow thrusts I made the head of my cock 
tease the opening of her pussy, making her squirm and moan in frustration.
Suddenly I just let go of her hips when I was as far out as I could come 
without slipping outside and she fell down at the same time as I pushed my 
hips up.
"Beast!" she cried with a little laugh when I hit bottom.
I rolled us over so I lay on top and continued my long, slow thrusts, 
making her moan and sigh. Her hips met mine, shivering as they were as far 
up as they could come. Jerking a little when she sank down again.
"Cum with me," she whispered. "Cum with me. Make it absolutely perfect."
"Just say when," was all I managed.
"Now, now, now."
Her pussy closed itself around my cock and in rapid successions it massaged 
it as it spewed the semen deep into her womb. We lay perfectly still while 
our orgasms flew through us. When everything was still, her pussy had 
stopped its spasms and my cock its jerks, I rolled off her and lay by her 
side. She lifted her head and lay it on my chest and she let her hand cup 
over my still hard and slimy cock.
"Do you know what you have done to me?" she asked me breathlessly when we 
finally fell away from each others.
"Mhm, I think I do. I could feel it, you know."
She gave me a smacking kiss on the lips and giggled.
"No silly, well OK, yes. But that wasn't what I meant."
"No? What then?"
"You've lifted a burden from my shoulders. I was so confused about my 
feelings towards the invisible you that it almost tore me apart. In one way 
I hated you but there was a part of me that loved you. A side that never 
forgot the first time and remembered it with... well with joy and when you 
came back I realized that I loved you. I was so confused because the only 
one I ever fantasized about was you."
"Oh. Well then we are two. I was hurt when you broke up with me but the 
only woman I ever saw before my eyes were you. I met a few women, sweet and 
lovely in all ways but they lacked just that little extra something by not 
being you."
"Little something? OK, I'll take that as an compliment," she laughed 
softly.
"So, tell me why you were so interested about my women earlier."
"Oh, you know I never dated another man after you. I decided that I would 
be very frank with you if you came looking for me. Totally earnest and no 
false modesty, ever. And I remembered when I saw you. So I decided that it 
would give our new relationship a fresh start. I mean so you never have to 
doubt what I feel or think. I've made a promise. So I just have to tell 
you, don't I?"
"Only if you want to."
"OK. When I masturbated all this years I fantasized about you and no one 
else. It only got a little boring after a couple of years so I tried 
another man. It didn't work. I felt so guilty, almost as if I had cheated 
on you so after a couple of nights I added a woman to our lovemaking and it 
worked better than I had thought. I'm not lesbian or bi-sexual either, it 
just worked. I got a little curious though. I really would like to meet 
Miss Nordstrom!" she finished with a little blush coloring her cheeks.
"Oh, yes, dear old Miss Nordstrom. Do you know what intrigues me most of 
all?"
"Tell me."
"How easy it was to get these women to accept me as their lover."
"Oh, I don't think that's any mystery. Most people, if not all, have so 
much dammed up expectations of morale, respectability, responsibility and 
all kinds of -bility that whenever they are given the opportunity to act 
non-ibility they just take the chance. It's once in a life for many of them 
and in the right circumstances I don't think anyone could resist. Now that 
I come to think about it I certainly couldn't. I was set on the thought 
that you should be the first for me, and you was, that I never even looked 
or thought about anyone else until that moment. You weren't anybody at that 
time. No body alas no sin! Or it might be so that you've met some loose 
women."
"The last I don't believe, I know it isn't so. Nor you or Miss Nordstrom 
are other than trustworthy and faithful women. Mrs Nelson and Debbie's 
mother couldn't resist the prospect of a little comparison with their 
husbands performances and another mans. About the one-nighter I think I 
just was the right guy in the right place at the right moment. She was 
upset and angry at her boyfriend and wanted to punish him and there I 
was..."
"Don't you think that you should pay her a visit again."
"What?"
"Oh, I know how hard it is to meet someone have some "fun" and never see 
him again. It's very hard, especially on women. It makes us feel cheap. The 
least you can do is go there and tell them. Wait! What did you say about 
Miss Nordstrom? IS? You mean that you still see her?"
"Well, I used to, I guess I have better go back and tell her now that I 
can't see her anymore."
"You do nothing of the sort!" Anita burst out. "If anything you'll have to 
keep, how many are they?"
"What? Women?"
"Yes."
"Oh, there's you, Nina and, shit I never learned her name, the girl with a 
boyfriend and another one..."
"Well, that's only four. Why not keep us for as long as WE want you? Some 
of us might want to get rid of you and than what?"
I didn't tell her that I could always go back to the time where they hadn't 
broken up with me.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. But I would like to see Miss Nordstrom though. Imagine seeing your 
teacher nude and fucking!" she giggled at the prospect. "No I must sleep, 
good night," she added, bent over and kissed me and crept closer to me and 
I wrapped my arm around her.
I lay awake for quit a while trying to figure out how I could tell her that 
I had fucked our daughter. I didn't get any good idea and slowly I drifted 
off to sleep with Anita's soft and warm body snuggled up against me.
Chapter 10
The next day as I walked back home from Anita; my ex-girlfriend and now 
again my girlfriend, I suddenly felt how the hair on the back of my head 
suddenly stood up and a shiver ran down my spine. I didn't slow my pace but 
looked around to see what it was that had caused these age-old warning-
signals to come to life. The street behind me was busy and I couldn't see 
anything suspicious so I brushed it off as imagination. This continued for 
almost a week and than it stopped and everything was as usual. This made me 
forget all about it after only a couple of days till one day when I came 
home and there was a man waiting for me on the street.
"Herr Sandin?" he asked in a heavy accent.
"Yes?"
"My name is Thorn. I have come to you in a very mmm... delicate mmm... 
matter."
"Yes?"
He looked around as if he wanted to make sure that no one could see or hear 
us. I mistook me.
"Is there somewhere were we can sit and talk? I'm rather tired. I've been 
on my feet the whole day."
"Of course, why don't you come in?"
"Thank you."
As we sat down, I didn't offer him anything to drink since I didn't know 
the nature of his visit.
"So?" I asked after a while.
"Oh, sorry. Yes. You know it leaves a trace. A wave, sort of."
"What?" I didn't have the faintest idea of what he was talking about.
"Your machine. It leaves an eerie wave in the present and past time-space. 
Not that it matters to it, but it could be... dangerous. The wrong person 
could find it and try to follow it and end up with you."
"Oh? Sorry I don't quit follow you, that is I don't have the faintest idea 
of what you are talking about."
"No, of course you don't. What do you say about a little walk with me? Just 
down the street."
He stood and looked expectantly at me. I thought about it for a second or 
two. He didn't look threatening or hostile in any way but maybe it was 
better to walk down the street with him. That way I would get him out 
without any trouble.
We walked the short distance to the corner of my street without talking. He 
stopped when we came up to a gray van and I looked at him.
"This is my machine."
"Yyees?"
Of course I have improved it a little over time. I started out with a 
much... clumsier one. Now it is quite comfortable."
He opened the sliding door on the side and motioned for me to get in. Again 
I hesitated. He just smiled at me and stepped inside and motioned for me to 
sit in front of him.
"This is the control for space," he pointed at a panel, "and this for 
time," indicating another. "Tell you what, I'll leave you alone in here so 
you can look at the design and things. Feel free to make a little trip. 
I'll just wait here." He started to climb out of the van.
"Wait," I said. "How come that I can see you if this is what you say it 
is?"
"What do you mean see me?" Thorn looked at me as if was doubting my sanity.
"Yes, see you. As far as I know you should be invisible if you have 
traveled in time."
"Invisible? No I've never been... Wait! Do you... Are you invisible when 
you travel?"
"I didn't say that," I didn't know what I was to believe about Thorn. Could 
I trust him?
"No. But you implied... Never mind. You are doing the right thing about 
mistrusting me but I can assure you that I only have the best intentions. 
Try my machine, take a trip and when you come back we'll talk."
I hesitated a little before I closed the door and sat there looking at the 
controls for a while. Than I reached out and switched the switch on the 
time-panel. I digital display light up and the number of the current year 
appeared. There was a small wheel and a couple of buttons beside it and 
when I turned it the digits changed. If I turned it to the left it counted 
down and when I turned it to the right it counted up. I pressed the first 
button and numbers that I figured were hour appeared, the next button 
displayed the minutes. I was impressed. This design was much better than my 
crude dashboard. I set the time to the one I was most used to, Nina's time.
I turned to the other panel and saw that it was designed almost exactly as 
the other, switch and a wheel. When I turned the wheel on this one instead 
of showing year, hour and minutes it showed geographic coordinates and the 
numbers they showed I guessed were the ones for the present location and 
since I didn't know any other than the coordinates for the equator I left 
it as it was.
I looked for something that could activate the machine and concluded that 
the bigger button between the different dashboards was the one so I pushed 
it. I felt a little surge as the Machine woke to life but before I had the 
time to feel the usual nausea everything went quiet. At first I thought 
that I had pressed the wrong button but when I looked at the year-display 
the digits had changed color, from green to red. I slid the door open and 
looked out. As far as I could see I hadn't moved a centimeter everything 
looked as it had just a moment ago. No. Not everything. Thorn wasn't there! 
I stepped out and the first thing I noticed was that my street that there 
wasn't any coat of asphalt on it. And when I looked up against my house I 
saw that there was a tree that shouldn't be there. I had felled it down 
some years ago. I was back in the past. I looked down at myself and I could 
see me! Thorn had solved the problem with invisibility. I just hoped that I 
could persuade him to show me how he done it.
I looked at the van were it stood. It looked a little inappropriate so I 
decided that I shouldn't linger here much longer.
Thorn stood at the same place as I had left him when I again climbed out of 
the van.
"So?" he said. "Satisfied?"
"Yes. Would you care for a cup of coffee?" I asked as I started to walk 
back to my house.
When we finally sat with a cup of coffee in front of us and me burning with 
eagerness to get my questions answered Thorn turned to me and started to 
ask first.
"You said something about invisibility," he started.
"Yes. When I travel I seems to travel along my own timeline. I get older or 
younger."
"Oh. That could be to some advantage," he murmured.
"It could? Well. Yes. It has."
"It could for example prolong your life almost indefinitely."
"Yes. It could but no one would be aware of you since you are invisible. 
And believe me, there are as many disadvantages to that fact as there are 
advantages."
"Yes... Let me see your blueprint, please."
I went and fetched them and placed them on the table in front of him. He 
looked carefully at them before he pushed them aside.
"Tell you what. I'll go and get my and bring them here - tomorrow OK?"
"Sure. I'll be here at the same time as today."
"Ah, yes, you don't sleep here anymore, do you?"
"No. I spend the nights at my fiancées and only work here."
Good. I'll see you tomorrow than."
After he left I sat and mulled over my blueprints trying to figure out what 
I had done wrong. Thorn's Machine must work on different principles, I 
thought because however I looked at it I couldn't see anything I could have 
done differently. I left it at that and went back to the other work I had 
to do, this was just as pleasant as the work on my invention, planning 
future investments.
I spend the evening and night with Anita, as usual, but my mind was 
elsewhere, looking forwards to the next day.
The next day arrived as it usually does and I hurried back to my place and 
prepared coffee and made room on a big table were I rolled out my own 
blueprints so that the blueprints Thorn would bring could be placed 
alongside them.
At last I heard the knock on the door and there was Thorn.
"Hello, well here I am," he said.
"Hi, yes there you are, come in, please. I have made some coffee and I made 
a detour to the baker and bought some Danishs."
"Thank you. Maybe later. Just coffee now. My wives made me a hearty 
breakfast, as usual."
"Your wives?"
"Yes. Amazing isn't it? I'm not a very good-looking man and still I have 
taken eight women as wife, or they have taken me as husband. Amazing," he 
smiled.
"Eight?!"
"Yes. Oh, I hope it doesn't offend you?"
"No. No. On the contrary. I'm relieved. I thought that I was being... 
greedy by my two women. As regulars," I added after a while.
"Oh, I'm glad. And your feelings are - repaid?"
"I think so. I know so."
"Good. If you ever want to marry them I know just the priest who can 
perform the wedding. To both of them at once!"
"I'll have that in mind as soon as I have proposed to them," I laughed.
He laughed with me but added: "I'm serious though. Now lets see were you've 
got it wrong and what I can do to alter my Machine to be more like your."
We bent over the blueprints and compared part by part but found nothing 
that stuck you in the eyes right away.
"No, I can't find anything," Thorn finally said. "Of course they aren't the 
same but the differences are few than the similarities. I think we should 
start from the beginning. You build mine and I'll build yours and after 
that it is much easier to compare. You can keep my blueprints they are 
copies anyway."
"Mine are the originals, but I could easily make copies of them till 
tomorrow."
"OK. Why don't you come to me, I'll give you my coordinates and... Oh I 
forgot, you don't move in the space. Let me see again. Maybe that is the 
problem. You have to move along your own time-axis... Yes, that could be 
it. Try to install this part here and see what happens."
I looked closer at the portion he was indicating. It looked simple enough. 
I had to by a small computer though to handle the exact coordinates.
Thorn wrote down the coordinates for his home and after that we sat and 
talked for a while.
"No. I don't know about you but I'm eager to start on this new project," 
Thorn stated and stood.
"Yeah, me too. I'll have to get starting if I'll be able to get all the 
parts today, before it's time to get Anita, my fiancée," I added.
"Is the other in this time too?"
"No, she's back when I was fifteen."
"Oh, I envy you to be able to go back and be these young ages again. There 
certainly were some girls you would have liked to... meet, back then."
"Mhm. See you soon," I said as he walked away and he just waved back.
I was able to get the list together in time to get to the stores before 
they closed and even drop the stuff off at my place before I went and met 
Anita.
Anita noticed that I was preoccupied and asked if something was wrong in 
any way. I told her that I had just started a new project and was thinking 
about some ideas I had about it. I was however able to push the thoughts 
away and sat and talked with Anita while the TV was on and showing some 
silly sitcom.
We made love and fell asleep in each others arms, as usual and very soon 
the alarm sounded and I almost jumped out of the bed and after putting the 
coffee on I hit the showers and almost jumped up and down while Anita had 
her breakfast.
"Oh, don't jump around like that. Why don't you just go and start on your 
project," she laughed when she noticed my eagerness.
"Are you sure you don't mind?"
"No, no. Off you go."
I kissed her and almost ran all the way to my workshop.
To assemble the parts I had bought into a workable navigation-instrument 
was easy enough. Likewise was it easy to get it installed getting the 
coordinates was another matter. I had to learn how to navigate.
As I walked towards the library it hit me that now when I had given the 
blueprints of my own Machine away I could be in some danger to loose future 
discoveries. For one thing if Thorn was able to get his Machine to work the 
same way that mine worked he, or anyone that he shared this with, would be 
able to sneak into my workshop even when I was there without me being able 
to detect them. I made a detour to a shop that sold various security items. 
I purchased some, now was the time to be grateful that my investments had 
grown faster than I could have wished for.
I found a couple of books in the library, went back and started to install 
the various security gadgets. That took the rest of the day and with the 
books under my arm I went to meet Anita. She looked intriguingly at them.
"Oh, it's just stuff that I need to know," I said vaguely.
Of course she saw the titles when I put them on the table in front of the 
couch.
"Navigation? You want to learn about navigation? We are about two hundred 
kilometers away from the ocean, what can you want to navigate too?" she 
laughed.
"Oh, it's part of the new thing I'm working on," I said lightly. This 
seemed to satisfy her.
While she prepared dinner I started on the books. It all looked algebra to 
me. No algebra I could do, but this...
"Dinner's ready," Anita announced stuck her head in and looked at me. "So," 
she asked when we sat in front of each other. "How's it going?"
"I don't know. Not too well I think. I just cant make my mind work in the 
right mode. I guess I have too much to think about just now."
After that we chatted about nothing, just as lovers do when they are alone.
When we sat in front of the TV later that night Anita reached out and took 
one of the books and opened it at random. She studied it for a while.
"Well, it isn't that hard to understand," she said lightly. "I think that 
if you aren't going to navigate your way at sea you may just as well use 
the old map-compass technique. Depending of how detailed the map is you can 
get as close to the goal this way as if you actually have the coordinates. 
And I think that with the more detailed map there is all the details you 
need so I don't think that you'll need to learn all this stuff. You could 
at least give it a try first."
I thankfully accepted her suggestion and the next day while I finished the 
installation of my security-alarm and testing it I thought about what Anita 
had said last night. I knew I had an old compass somewhere and a rather 
detailed map as well.
I found them both after some rummaging and after selecting a spot not too 
far away I set the dials and pushed the go-button. I landed not even close 
to were I had aimed. I moved in space though. I set the coordinates that 
Thorn had given me and soon I was at his place. As it turned out I had 
landed in his backyard and when I exited my Machine I saw a woman bent over 
something in the garden. She stood as soon as she heard me and her face lit 
up in a smile.
"Mr Sandin?"
"Yes."
"How do you do? I... We have been expecting you. Fritz told us to expect 
you. I'll take you to him if you'll follow me, please."
She waited till I came up to her before she moved.
"My name is May." She introduced her self.
"Robert."
"Nice to meet you Robert."
"Are... Are you Mrs Thorn?"
"Yes. The second. Well not the second in rank, the second he married. And 
you? Are you married?"
"No."
"Girlfriend? Girlfriends?"
"Yes."
"The plural or the singular?"
"The plural I like to think."
"Oh, so you haven't introduced them to each other yet?"
"No. Well sort of. The second knows about the first but not vice versa. Oh 
that sounds... Calculating. But it isn't. I just haven't had the time to 
tell the first yet. I told the second, who really was the first at first... 
I doesn't make sense do I?"
"No. Not quit," she laughed a pleasant laughter. "But I think I can figure 
it out. The second woman was someone you knew first but the first is the 
one you... What, introduced yourself to first?"
"Yes. Something like that."
"You must tell me all about it later. Here we are." She stopped in front of 
a wooden, barn I think would be the best way to describe it. "Fritz!" she 
called and after a few seconds the door opened. "Robert's here."
"Who? Oh. Yes. Show him in will you?"
"You go ahead. I wont follow you inside I have to get back to the garden, I 
have some problems with my rose bed. See you later. I hope you stay for 
tea."
"Thank you."
"Hello Sandin," Thorn greeted me with a wave of his hand.
"Robert, please call me Robert."
"Fritz. Come over here and look at this."
I sauntered over to were he stood bend over a workbench.
"This circuit here seems to be attached to this transistor and that could, 
and I mean could, cause the Machine to sort of wobble in the Time-waves. A 
gyro would easily remedy that."
"Well, it really doesn't matter now. I got here. I'm visible and all I did 
was install your navigation-boards."
"Aha, yes. I wonder if my Machine would work like yours if I was to... I 
think its worth trying. I'll do it later. Now I want to show you around my 
place. I could try to be humble about it but that would be false modesty. 
It's a great place!"
Fritz led me out and first took me on a tour in the gardens and the 
surroundings.
"Our closest neighbors are a small village about fifteen kilometers east. 
Otherwise we are surrounded by woods. There's a little lake over there," he 
made gesture indicating a vague direction to the west. "Nobody but us ever 
use it. There's a larger lake close to the village were they get their fish 
from."
I looked around and noticed that all the trees seemed to be deciduous 
forest. There was something wrong with that. As far as I could remember 
there wasn't any forests in northern Europe with this many oaks or beech-
trees left.
"Were are we exactly?" I had to ask.
"Well, exactly is the coordinates I gave you. In general we're in southern 
part of the middle of France. Tenth century France."
"Tenth-century-France?" I couldn't believe what I heard.
"Yes. It's much more convenient this way. Not many people around. Easy to 
defend. Plenty of food and you can always nip forwards and by what you 
need."
"So have you been to Paris?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Yes. Not much to see. Dirty and noisy. You have to wait till the sixteenth 
century before it becomes really interesting, but the best time is the 
early twentieth century."
"And later? I mean in the future?"
"Oh, I don't care much about the future. Things goes from bad to worse for 
a rather long time there.
First now I looked at the house. Of course I had seen it when I arrived but 
I hadn't looked at it, just noticed it but now I took a closer look. It was 
a stone-house with a tile-roof. It looked sturdy but well built and a with 
a nice architecture.
"No, I like this period. We're in the middle of The Crusades, almost. It 
has its advantages. First the nobles had other things on their mind than to 
check the civilians too much. All they were interested in was that the 
taxes kept coming in so they could pay for the warfare. And all attention 
is directed towards the Mediterranean part of Europe, more or less."
"Secondly the central power was weak at this time, at the beginning of the 
Capetian family's rein, trying to strengthen their power on behalf of the 
Dukes."
"Well, this is were we live." Fritz interrupted his lecture and opened the 
double glass-door and indicated for me to enter. "First of all I must 
introduce you to my wives." He glanced at a clock that hung on the wall. 
"It's almost time for tea so they'll be in the kitchen."
We crossed the large board flooring of what appeared to be a dining-room.
"Oh, by the way. This is the dining room as you may have noticed. We seldom 
use it all we have to heat it with is the tile stove. It's a bit early in 
history but it works just great. And it's a rather warm climate here so we 
don't use them much. Anyway we like to sit in the kitchen."
We walked down a rather long corridor and as we got closer to the kitchen I 
heard voices and laughter and the clinking of pots and chine.
When we entered the kitchen everyone stopped what she was doing and looked 
at me.
"Robert, may I introduce my wives to you. May you met when you arrived, 
Helga, Tania, Katja, Sabine, Thekla, Ela and Petra," he had a happy smile 
on his lips as he nodded towards each of his wives as he said their names. 
I gave each a nod and a smile, a smile not only out of politeness but also 
one of appreciation of their beauty. They were all almost statuesque in 
their build and they were all clothed in some peasant-influenced dresses 
that hang rather tightly on the upper part of their bodies and flowed out 
in short skirts.
Fritz indicated to me to sit down. Immediately Tania came over and poured 
me a mug of tea and then she sat down beside me. In the meantime May had 
served Fritz his tea and sat beside him and thereafter did the other women 
sit down. It didn't seem as if they had any favorite place to sit, it was 
more like they took the seat closest to Fritz or me that was available when 
they had done what they were doing.
"You must have some of this bread. Its fabulous. A local woman bakes it for 
us and the ham! You haven't tasted a ham like that in your life!"
Soon different dishes of food paraded in front of me, some I just had to 
let pass or I would have exploded. The ham I took two slices of though. 
Smoked in oak-smoke it was delicious! Almost black and so tasty that even 
thinking about it make my mouth water.
We spent almost an hour by the kitchen-table and I got to learn quite a lot 
about how they lived. It gave me a lot of ideas about how I myself would 
like to organize my own and my women's lives. After lunch Fritz and I went 
back to his workshop and spent a couple of hours there, now and than one or 
the other of the women would call for Fritz and he would push a button 
which opened the door and the woman who stood outside would enter with a 
pitcher of lemonade or some cookies or whatever.
"What I don't understand is why, since you're able to travel to which time 
you want to travel too, that you haven't tried to do something about... I 
don't know. Take Hitler for example..." I just had to ask him.
"I tried. In a small way. I had a friend who died in a war and I tried to 
go back and stop him from joining the army. I couldn't. I just postponed it 
for a couple of days. Time on the other hand is adjustable. It doesn't 
matter - or care for that. Only history matters. That you can't change. 
What is supposed to happen must happen."
"Oh. Well OK. That saves me from wasting my time on something that can't be 
changed."
"Mmm. The best you can do is worry about your own happiness - and those 
you've chosen to share it with."
When it was time for me to leave they all stood and waved me good-bye as I 
entered my Machine. With me I carried some improved blueprints about how to 
build a bigger Machine. One that would be able to carry several persons. My 
plan had already started to form in my head.
While Anita and I again, as had been our habit, sat in the couch in front 
of the TV with her head resting on my shoulder and my arm around her neck 
close enough to her breast for me to feel the slight swelling on the top of 
it, I started to plan the second version of my Machine. Actually it would 
be a hybrid, a mix between my original and Fritz's. I wanted to keep the 
invisibility aspect but I would try to eliminate the age-paradox. Most of 
all I wanted my Machine to be able to carry more than one or two 
passengers. I wanted at least Anita and Nina to come with me. And also big 
enough to be loaded with some heavy and bulky loads. The idea to have the 
Machine look like a car was good. I could see the advantages with that 
design. You could drive it away and hide it someplace if you landed 
somewhere where it would look out of place.
The next day I went and bought a second-hand van. I had to strip it 
completely on the inside to get the panels welded into place. I hid the 
activation button in the back of the passenger seat but otherwise I copied 
Fritz's design.
It took me almost another week to get it ready. It was much easier this 
time. I bought all parts at once and I had a blueprint that showed me were 
everything should be assembled. The only alteration I did was that I added 
my original design of the rotating time-work on a separate panel in the 
back of the van. I figured that I wouldn't need it much from now on.
When I told Anita that I had finished a second version of my Machine that 
could take more than one person she got so excited that she wanted to try 
it out at once.
"Take it easy. There's plenty of time. Lets do it tomorrow, tonight I want 
to make up to you for the time I have neglected you."
She sulked a little but soon she sat in my lap, taking the initiative to a 
night of lovemaking.
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