
 

 
                      NATALIE'S THESIS  

                             by 

                        Deputy Duffy 



Part 2: "Natalie Meets Deputy Duffy"

So far, Natalie's assignments had all been chosen by Prof. 
Searchem, and she had to admit that he had done a good job 
of selecting a variety of times and places, but she was amazed 
that, no matter where (or when) she went, she always seemed to 
end up naked.  

The professor was obviously a man who loved his work, but she was 
starting to suspect that he might have an ulterior motive.  

She was pleased that her next assignment was in the recent past, 
since it required less prior research.  It seemed that there had 
been reports a few years back that a Deputy Duffy had been 
improperly detaining female suspects...and stripping them bare.  
She would be sent back in time to investigate the interrelationship 
of "Law Enforcement, Traffic Stops, and Gender-Based Profiling in 
Early 21st Century Vermont."  

Natalie cherished the new assignment, since she wanted to expose 
this Vermin once and for all.  

The next morning she awoke to find herself a few years in the past. 
She was dressed in a small halter top, sneakers, and tight, very 
short denim shorts.  Her red convertible cruised down the road 
doing seventy miles an hour.  The radio was so loud that she didn't 
hear the siren behind her. 

"Nice car, Prof. Searchem," she said, gleefully.  She had always 
wanted a convertible, and she was also enjoying the cool breeze 
that blew through her soft brown hair and cleared her head.

"Oh, my...I better slow down," she groaned when she saw that the 
speedometer had hit eighty.  "No need to run into the Duffy clan 
just yet." 

As the car slowed down, she also turned down the radio, which was 
blasting out the chorus, "I fought the law, but...," as she sang 
along. 

"What the?" she cried out when she first heard the approaching 
siren.  "Please let that be an ambulance." 

The sports car slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road. 
Natalie was too nervous to look back.  Her prayers that the siren 
would just pass her by went unanswered, instead it settled in right 
behind her.  She took a deep breath and glanced into the rear-view 
mirror.  The distinctive blue lights caught her eye as the siren 
stopped.  

"Okay, stay calm, Natalie," she murmured.  "I mean, there are a lot 
of deputies in these parts.  What are the chances?" 

Staring into her side mirror, she watched the driver behind her 
open his door, get slowly out of his car, and approach her vehicle. 
It was a youngish, male officer, dressed in a dark blue uniform, 
wearing silver mirrored sun glasses.  

"License and registration, ma'am," the officer barked.  Her eyes 
traveled up his uniform, until she spotted his name-tag, just over 
his left shirt pocket.  In disbelief, she read it off...D-U-F-F-Y. 

"Speaka English?" the deputy rasped.  

Unable to believe her dumb luck, Natalie just nodded, and the 
deputy repeated his initial command. 

"One sec, Deputy Duffy," she managed, as she scanned the car's 
interior.  She had been in this car for only a couple of minutes, 
and she had no idea where anything was.  She also gasped when she 
suddenly became aware of her attire (or lack thereof); it wasn't 
what she'd worn when she'd stepped into the time machine.  "Prof. 
Searchem, you asshole," she muttered.  

"Excuse me, ma'am?" 

"Oh, nothing.  I'm just an ass!"  Natalie suddenly felt sick as her 
search for license, registration, insurance papers...any proof of
ownership at all, had all come up empty. 

"Step out of the car, ma'am!"  The officer seemed to have grown 
tired of the stall. 

"But I'm innocent!" Natalie cried, not even believing her own 
plea.  She knew she was in trouble, even before the cold metal 
clasped her wrists behind her back.  The deputy led her back 
to his cruiser and pressed her against the back door. 

"Just need to do a quick pat-down," he murmured into her ear.  
"Anything that might stick me...needles, knife, anything?" 

Natalie could only shake her head as she prepared to be frisked.  
His fingers traced the waistband of her tight shorts and then felt 
her front pockets.  She flushed as he patted her back pockets, 
jiggling her ass-cheeks.  He scanned her skimpy halter top. 

"Nothing to search up here," he chuckled and pushed her into the 
back seat. 

Just then, another deputy arrived and pulled over.  He and Duffy 
talked for a bit and then the two of them began searching her car.  
She was worried.  She tried to figure out a way to talk her way out 
of this.  Her original plan -- to go to Duffy's favorite bar and 
recruit some good-looking girls to help expose his wicked ways -- 
well, THAT was out, now. 

On the trip to the station, Duffy questioned Natalie about her 
sudden appearance on his radar, as well as her lack of proof as 
to who she was and whose car she was driving.  She felt like a 
schoolgirl who forgot to study and was now giving made-up answers 
to an oral exam.  She prayed that there wasn't going to be a 
different sort of "oral exam" back at the station.  

She knew she could never admit why she was really there.  And she 
couldn't tell him that she was from the future.  (She still had a 
hard time believing it herself, and, besides, she didn't want to 
end up in a nut house.) 

This was also the first time she'd been back in time as herself 
instead of some character.  So now, instead of feeling like she 
was in someone else's body, looking through someone else's eyes, 
she was very aware of looking through her own eyes, feeling her 
own skin, smelling her own scents.  And, while her other 
experiences had seemed almost dream-like, today everything was 
crystal clear, her senses on high alert. 

She suddenly remembered that, on her most recent assignments, Prof. 
Searchem had always brought her back in a timely fashion -- almost 
always, anyway.  She managed a brief smile as she figured that, 
after all that she had been through, one day in custody would be 
a cake walk....  

She hoped. 

At the station, Natalie was led past a group of young men lounging 
on the back steps.  Each of them was pointing at her and giggling. 
She looked down and saw why: her halter was askew and no longer 
concealed her left nipple.  With her hands cuffed behind her back, 
her tit seemed to be offered up to the young men, much to their 
delight and her humiliation.   

Once inside the station's main office, Duffy finally acknowledged 
Natalie's pleas and adjusted her top by running his finger under 
each cup.  He was quickly living up to his reputation.  

"There yah go, Sweetie," he teased. 

"Gee, thanks!" she answered, bitterly. 

After again questioning her and again getting no response, he led 
her down a hall to a black door...beyond which was the infamous 
processing room.  She was uncuffed and then unceremoniously shoved 
into the room.  

"Wait here," the deputy barked, as he slammed the door shut.  (She 
flashed him a finger.) 

Left alone, she quickly scanned the brightly-lit room, while she 
rubbed her wrists.  "Wow, it's just like I read about," she thought. 

"Oh, my," she groaned, when she spotted the lone stainless steel 
table that stood so proudly in the room's center.  There was a 
yellow line on the floor, just in front of the table.  Natalie 
moved over and stood at the edge of the steel table.  She shivered 
as she ran her hand along its cold, shiny surface.  She wondered 
just how many naked butts that it had held over the years.  She 
knew that HER butt would be next, unless she could do some fast 
thinking. 

Driven by curiosity, she opened the lone drawer in the side of the 
table and discovered a tube of lubricant and box of rubber gloves.  
She hurriedly slammed the drawer shut and sat on the table, her 
face in her hands, cursing Prof. Searchem and his bright ideas.  
She dearly wished that she never heard of time travel.... 

She sat and waited for the inevitable, while she wondered how her 
simple plan had come undone so quickly.  She knew that somehow she 
had to get through the day.  Then, when she woke up in the morning,
she would magically be back in Prof. Searchem's office, and it 
would all seem like a dream once again.  And she prayed it 
wouldn't be a nightmare. 

The door opened a short time later, and Duffy returned, carrying a 
clipboard.  Natalie felt that he was a little less imposing now, as 
he was no longer wearing his gun belt around his waist. 

"Let's go, Sweetie Pie.  On the yellow line."  

Natalie, extremely nervous, reluctantly obeyed. 

"Well, we ran your tags, and it's kind of funny," he began, leaning 
against the table.  "Seems like you're a ghost, the name you gave 
us, the social security number, the DOB...none of 'em show up in 
any data base.  Got an explanation?  You on the run?  You don't 
look like a terrorist, but...." 

Natalie just shook her head.  She knew her lies were useless now. 
The one thing she couldn't figure out is why Prof. Searchem hadn't 
supplied her with a back-up plan before hand.   

"Oh...ah...and there's the license plate on your car." 

"What about it?" she asked. 

"Well, it's an Ohio vanity plate, but Ohio never heard of it.  Any 
ideas?" 

"Vanity plate?" 

"Seven letters: ESS, then TEE, ARE, EYE, PEE, EM, and EEE."

Natalie began sounding out the word.  "Let's see, S...T...R....  
Oh, fu-fudge!  Strip...Me....  Strip me." 

"Thank you, you read my mind," he said, with a small evil laugh. 

"Wait a minute!" Natalie shrieked.  She felt a little silly for 
playing his juvenile word game, and she also didn't know if he 
was lying or if it was one of Prof. Searchem's sick jokes.  "Just 
wait." 

"Strip!" the deputy barked and crossed his arms in a hectoring 
manner. 

"Look, can't we talk?" she said, stalling for time, as her head 
swirled. 

"Talk has got us nowhere," he snapped.  "Do I have to get the 
sheriff to help?" 

"Please, not your dad!"  An instant later, she flinched and covered 
her mouth with both hands. 

"For someone who's supposed to be not from around these parts, you 
seem to know an awful lot about us up here."  He moved closer.  
"Makes me awful suspicious.  Now get naked." 

Natalie cringed at his words.  It seemed like that's all she was 
doing lately.  Though it was infinitely better when she was playing 
a role....  Having to strip herself, in her own skin, in front of 
this lawman, seemed far, far worse. 

She wiped her brow and took off her sneakers.  The deputy kicked 
them aside.  She began to unsnap her denim shorts, wishing he was 
not standing so close.  (She could smell his aftershave.  And she 
swore she could even hear his heart pounding...or maybe it was 
hers.)  She slowly wiggled her hips as she tried to pull down her 
tight shorts. 

"Oh, my," Natalie did a double-take and quickly pulled her shorts 
back up when she realized that they were all that she wore on her 
lower half. 

"Ah....  Problem?"  

"I...um...I think someone forgot something."  She realized this was 
another of Searchem's sick jokes. 

"Did someone leave the house today without panties?  C'mon, you're 
dressed like you're going to a pool party...or working Main Street. 
Yet you tremble and blush, all innocent, afraid to show me what 
little has been so far left to my magination.  What are you hiding, 
girl?" 

"Nothing, I swear.  It's just...I mean you're a man.  Can't I...." 
Natalie stopped herself in mid-sentence, realizing that asking him 
for a female deputy (like so many women before her had probably 
done) was useless. 

"I'm just doing my job, Missy.  Now strip...or else!" 

She could tell by the tone of his voice that it was her last 
warning.  As much as she wanted to put up a brave front, she 
just couldn't stop her hand from shaking as she reached behind 
her neck and slowly untied the bow there...and the one behind 
her lower back as well.  

Duffy held his hand out, and she took a deep breath and handed 
over the top.  He balled it up and tossed it away. 

"Now lose the shorts!"  He seemed to be getting impatient. 

She fought back tears, but dutifully lowered her shorts.  As they 
fell to the floor, she bent her knees and gracefully retrieved 
them.  He took them from her and discarded them with a smirk.    

He laughed outright at the pose that she now struck: one hand 
covering her crotch and the other arm across her chest.  Duffy 
he had a simple cure for such silly coyness. 

"Let's go, arms behind your head, lock them fingers, elbows back, 
arch that back, spread them feet!" he barked, while he also 
assisted her into position when she moved too slowly.  "Now, stay."  

She was speechless.  The humiliating pose that she now found 
herself quivering in was almost unbearable, especially since 
was circling her like a hawk sizing up its prey.

She still couldn't believe how different this felt today, as now 
this was HER naked body on display...HER pale skin, HER small 
breasts, HER pink nipples, HER shaved pussy -- especially her 
shaved pussy. 

She had been forcibly shaved in her last adventure, and she shaved 
herself clean when she got back to the present...just on a whim.  
She regretted it the second she finished, belatedly remembering 
how puffy and pink her pussy really was.  (And now she regretted 
it even more.) 

"Reach down and grab them ankles."  He gave her a push, and she 
slowly bent over until she could grab her ankles.  He stepped back 
to take in the view.  

Natalie forced herself to maintain the humiliating position, 
regardless of the fact that, being totally shaved, she didn't 
have even a whisker to hide her "muffin" from the deputy's eyes. 
This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by the deputy, either, and 
his groin stirred.  The contrast between Natalie's white skin 
and her pink pussy was mesmerizing.  But he wanted more. 

"Reach back and spread your ass cheeks!" he barked. 

Natalie snapped erect at the command.  "No fucking Way!"  

"YES, WAY!"  He yelled and pushed her over to the steel table.  
"Up we go." 

She found herself reluctantly climbing up onto the dreaded table.  
She whimpered when she tried to lie face down on the cold surface, 
but Duffy had other ideas.  He guided, pushed, and prodded her into 
the classic doggie position.  Then he grabbed her legs and spread 
them wide apart.  When he let go, however, she immediately closed 
them again and violently shook her head.  A stinging slap landed on 
her left ass cheek, and then one on her right.  The sound of 
smacking flesh filled the room, mingled with Natalie's cries and 
curses. 

Again he moved her legs apart...this time even farther.  She was 
now almost in a full split.  Her chest was pressed onto the table, 
and she gasped, when her hot nipples met the table's cold surface. 

"Please," she gasped.  

The deputy opened the table's drawer, while looking back between 
her open legs.  She could imagine how exposed this position left 
her.  He fetched out the gloves and lubricant that she had seen 
earlier and put them down on the table just inches away from her 
glistening pussy. 

"Reach back and spread your pussy lips for me," he said, 
punctuating his command with a smack on her ass.  Natalie, 
feeling a bit like a scolded puppy, obeyed.  Her hand slowly 
moved between her legs, her fingers parting the folds of flesh, 
and she groaned as she realized just how wet her she'd become.  
She closed her eyes tightly, hoping to hide.    

It didn't work, of course.  Another finger joined her own.  It slid 
up and down her spread pussy lips and over her engorged clit.  Then 
it slipped into her with amazing ease, Natalie quivering in 
response. 

She had always laughed when she'd read about women becoming aroused 
when they were cavity searched, but she would laugh no more.  Yet 
another finger slid deep inside her, and she soon found herself 
almost literally fucking the deputy's fingers, squeezing her inner 
muscles and clenching her ass cheeks.  His fingers even found her 
G-spot.  

She could smell her arousal, and the distinctive reek broke her 
trance.  She suddenly realized just what he was doing...and how 
much she liked it. 

"My God!"  Natalie slid forward, trying to escape the deputy's 
expert fingers.  "Please, I'm clean." 

"We'll see!"  The deputy pulled her back into position.  

He snapped on a rubber glove.  The unmistakable sound caused her 
to glance back at him.  She saw him holding his right hand in the 
air, index finger extended.  She watched, morbidly fascinated, as 
he applied some lubricant to the lucky finger.  He seemed almost 
like a doctor about to perform a rectal exam. 

"But he isn't a doctor, he's some CHiPs wannabe...."  Her thought 
was interrupted when his finger made its first contact with her 
anus.  Petrified, she clenched her teeth and tried to relax her 
ass, as difficult as that was, as the finger slowly made its way 
into the passage that she had been saving for the man of her 
dreams, not the man of her night horrors.

A small tear rolled down her cheek.  She felt the same shame that 
so many other women had suffered on this very table. 
 
Even so, her backside was ambiguously wiggling back in forth, much 
to the deputy's satisfaction, as his finger purged deeper and 
deeper.... 

Finally, the sound of the glove being removed startled her again.  
The invading fingers were gone.  

"Okay, you're clean," he announced.  

She collapsed onto the table in relief.  

"Thank God that's over with; I made it," she sighed. 

"Over?  Oh, no.  We're not done yet."  

Natalie blinked.  She realized that her face was just inches from 
the deputy's crotch, and his pants were doing little to hide the 
tell-tale signs of his excitement.  

"What....  Don't even think that!"  She tried to move away, but he 
had a handful of her hair. 

"I don't think you realize just how much trouble you're in, Missy," 
he growled.  

Natalie knew all too well what part of her processing this was, 
although she'd almost forgot about it.  She also knew just how 
much he liked the bargaining part.  She also wondered how many 
women before her had had to suck cock on this very table, 
swallowing for their freedom. 

"Please!  What about my rights?" she cried. 

"Your rights?  They start right here!"  The deputy he slid his 
zipper down. 

"No way!" Natalie screamed and jerked her head away.  "I won't suck 
your cock.  I just won't." 

He just laughed.  "A blow job, that's just the appetizer.  As much 
trouble as you're in, you'll have to offer me a couple of other 
places to stick my cock into...." 

Natalie broke from his grip and lurched up onto her knees, shaking 
her head frantically.    

"You're all lubed up, and I can tell that you're ready to go," he 
teased.  "Think about it." 

"I mean, sucking his damn cock is one thing," she thought.  "But he 
wants all of me...my pussy, my ass.  God, he wants me to fuck for 
my freedom!" 

She thought again about all the women that had gone before her and 
those that would surely follow.  She was suddenly filled with 
purpose.  She knew her mission.  She just had to stand up to this 
asshole with a badge.  

"I demand to see my lawyer," she snapped.  Of course, she knew that 
this was the past.  She had no idea if her lawyer had even passed 
his bar exam yet. 

"Lawyer?  But you haven't been charged yet!"  

"What?"  Natalie also remembered that she hadn't even been read her 
rights yet.  But here she was, buck naked, her butt-hole still 
oozing lubricant.  "I demand to know my rights!"  

"Okay, have it your way."  He took hold of her wrist.  

"You have the right to remain silent," the deputy began as he 
slapped a cuff on her left wrist and fastened it to her right, 
as he finished his spiel.  He helped Natalie off the table and, 
with a hand full of ass, led her to the door. 

"But wait...my clothes...." 

The deputy answered her with an evil laugh.  The door opened, and 
she was pushed, stark naked, out into the hall and back to the 
station's main office. 

Natalie heart sank when she emerged into the front office's bright 
lights.  The group of young men that she had seen hanging around 
outside had crowded into the office.  Most of them were surrounding 
television monitors, and she knew they weren't watching the ball 
game.  

She groaned. 

"Don't worry about them.  They're junior deputy candidates, all 
adults.  And you did bring this on yourself." 

These comments did little to reassure her.  Besides, the young men 
were all gawking at her nakedness, and their sophomoric comments 
were humiliating.  Many of them waggled their index fingers in the 
air.  Obviously, EVERYTHING had been on CCTV.

She was fingerprinted first and then photographed, as a crowd of 
lusty eyes watched through a large glass window.  They watched 
every perverted pose that the deputy made Natalie assume, after 
the three usual ones.  She couldn't help thinking, as the posing 
progressed, that if her pussy ever held up a local gas station, 
it would surely get caught, as it would be well known around these 
parts after all this.  Then she watched in disgust as the deputy 
handed out copies of some of his new pictures to the hungry crowd. 

She was finally led down a set of stairs into the holding cells, 
her brief career as a nude model over.  She was pushed into one 
of the cells and down onto the lone cot. 

"Hey!" she protested as he cuffed her hands to the bed-rail at the 
head of the cot.  "Please don't rape me!" 

"Rape you?  I may be a lot of things, but not a a rapist, you silly 
little girl.  I was actually trying to give you a break....  No, 
you're not thinking very rationally." 

He grabbed her feet next and started to slip her ankles into the 
leather straps at the other end of the cot, spread-eagling her.  

"So I think we'll put you on suicide watch."  He kissed her cheek 
through her tears. 

Giving her one last satisfied look (or was it one last chance to 
change her mind?), he slammed the cell door shut. 

"I'll have some junior deputy candidates keep an eye on yah," he 
said, as he turned to leave.  "I think you have some new fans." 

"Please don't leave me like this!" Natalie cried out. 

"You had your chance," she heard faintly. 

She didn't have long to fret in solitary, for the deputy lived up 
to his word.  Almost immediately, a grinning young man entered and 
took a seat just outside Natalie's cell.  He stared at her...and 
licked his lips.  

She wondered how her life could have taken such a wicked turn.  And 
she just knew that, back in the future, Prof. Searchem was watching 
gleefully.  This damn tape would probably become his "Gone With the 
Wind." 

A short while later, she was startled by rustling sounds nearby, 
and, looking to her right, she glimpsed two male figures in the 
next cell, seemingly rising from a sleep.  It didn't take them 
long to spot the helpless girl. 

"Hey!  Keep away!" Natalie shouted.  She figured they were a couple 
of hobos, judging from their looks and their awful smell.  They 
came closer and tried to touch her, reaching through the bars.  She 
moved her body as far away as her bonds would allow.  The laughing 
gatekeeper made no attempt to help her.  She kept squirming, and 
her body was just inches out of their reach, but not beyond their 
leers, their obscene comments, or their stench.  When they finally 
tired of the game, they simply sat back and contented themselves 
with looking.  

Time passed slowly, and a series of young men mounted guard over 
her.  Each time there was a change, there was a new (but familiar) 
sequence of stares and comments.  After a few hours, one nice 
looking junior deputy entered her cell with a glass of water.  She 
thanked him sincerely for his compassion, for she was very thirsty. 

"Oh, my!  I'm so sorry," the young man squeaked as some water 
spilled down her chin and trickled onto her chest.  "I'll get 
that." 

He was eager to clean up by rubbing at the spill with his bare 
hand.  He rubbed her chin, her neck, and then her left breast.  
Some water must have pooled around her left nipple, because it 
seemed to need the most attention.  When he finally exited, he 
left an embarrassed, erect-nippled, Natalie in his wake.  

A new junior deputy entered a short time later, also carrying a 
glass of water, and he seemed clumsier than the last.  She soon 
got the sinking feeling that their motives went beyond merely 
quenching her thirst, as junior deputy after junior deputy came 
in offering water, most managing to spill some over her body.  
She went from embarrassment to outrage that these young men would 
take advantage of her so, some even daring to lick up the spills.  

With the intake of water, the inevitable happened.  She begged the 
gatekeeper that was watching her now to un-cuff her from the cot so 
she could pee.  But he just looked perplexed and kept saying that 
he couldn't do that.  After several more pleas, he suddenly bolted 
from his chair.  She squirmed in increasing distress for several 
minutes until the young man returned carrying a plastic bucket.  

"Deputy Duffy said you could use this," he mumbled. 

"Oh, man," she sighed, but her bladder was about to burst.  "Okay, 
okay.  Let me up." 

"Ah...nope....  Can't do that.  No key....  But I do have this."

He proudly displayed...a funnel. 

"No fucking way, you little pervert!" 

"Fine.  Pee yourself," the young man said, with a giggle, and 
turned to leave. 

"Wait...."   She just couldn't imagine lying in her own urine.  
"I guess...." 

"Cool."  The young man moved into place, positioning the funnel 
between her spread legs.  Then he slid his free hand under her 
ass to prop her up.  She closed her eyes and tried to pretend he 
wasn't there, but his giggling wasn't helping, especially when 
she started filling the funnel.  

"Thar she blows!" the young man teased.  "My, my that's a lot of 
piss for a small girl."  

Natalie, who was growing weary, merely cringed when she heard him 
get up and pour the bucket into the toilet in the far corner before 
coming back over to her side. 

"Oh, my!  Where are my manners?" he simpered, pulling a small 
hankie from his back pocket.  She watched in stunned silence as, 
hankie in hand, he reached between her legs and wiped her pussy 
until she was dry.  

"There yah go; all dry now," he teased as he patted her pussy and 
returned to his seat.  

Natalie wanted to curl up and die, yet her mind was seething with 
questions.  She wondered if Prof. Searchem had set her up?  Was he 
setting her up all along?  She also questioned her earlier decision 
to rebuff the deputy.  It couldn't have been this bad!  What could 
she have been thinking?  

"At least in the morning I should be back in my own time," she 
thought, just as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep.... 

		****************************** 

A flash startled her then.  And there was bright sunshine blinding 
her eyes, cool wind blowing through her hair. 

"What the fuck!" she screamed when she finally focused on the 
blacktop speeding by her.  She suddenly realized that she hadn't 
returned to Prof. Searchem's office, but she was back in the 
speeding red sports car once again.  She glanced down and noticed 
that she was also dressed in the same outfit as yesterday....  
(Was it yesterday?)  

"Prof. Searchem, what the fuck is happening?" she yelled into the 
air. 

She was also trying desperately to slow the car down, but it seemed 
to have a mind of its own.  "I fought the law..." was again 
blasting from the stereo.  And then she heard a siren behind her.  
NOW her car started to slow down, as hard as she tried to make it 
go faster.  

"This can't be happening....  Please not again."  She suddenly 
remembered that lame Bill Murray movie that Prof. Searchem was 
always watching (when he wasn't watching tapes of her adventures). 

"Groundhog Day."

"Searchem, you asshole!" she cried as the car came to a stop.  She 
flung open the door and tried to make a run for it, but the officer 
was too fast for her.  Moments later she found herself cuffed and 
stuffed into the back of the patrol car by Deputy Duffy.  

Natalie sank back into the seat, as she knew that she was in for 
another long day.  She also figured she knew what she had to do 
now, to get back to the future.  And, when she did, she vowed to 
smash Prof. Searchem's stupid time machine into a million little 
pieces. 



Edited by C. Lakewood 

