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She smiled and settled back into the chair, sending another wave of warmth through him, flushing away any thoughts or concerns about how, why, or where he is. “I understand how hard it can be to come to terms with this. I… It took me a lot of time to understand, to believe. I don’t want to rush you here, I know you will understand soon enough. Whether you understand or believe, the fact is you have the body of a twenty five year old, and the accelerated growth… uh… the process that got you here has left your body filled with all the side effects of puberty.”

  He simply had to take her word for it. He was no longer processing the ‘how’ of coming to be here, but he was filing away the information on some level. Words that stuck out, like ‘grown’ went somewhere in his brain for later consideration.

  Despite his inability to comprehend what she was saying, he was aroused by such an attractive woman talking to him about science that he could barely understand. Whether or not she even understood what she was talking about, she sounded incredibly intelligent to him at that moment, and again he felt the sudden need to woo her with his quick wits and strong intellect. “So my body is young, and full of hormones, so... what, you came in here to take advantage of me?” He closed his mouth quickly, not having intended to say it exactly that way. Or that way at all.

  Wendy looked surprised for a moment, then embarrassed again. She bit her bottom lip like she was trying to decide something important. Like everything else, he found it attractive, almost sensual. She then looked him straight in the face. “I… have to admit that some of the reason I am here is…” she paused as if looking for the right words, then started again. “I knew that you would be, well, as horny as a sixteen year old, and I was curious to see how you would react around me.” She sort of nodded at her own statement, looked first down at her knees then again directly at him, and said, “If you are uncomfortable and want me to leave, I will.”

  “No!” Jack exclaimed too loudly and perhaps too quickly. Good God what is wrong with me! he thought to himself. “I mean, no please, I am… enjoying our conversation.” She smiled again. “What an incredible smile.” Oh Shit I just said that out loud! “Uh…” was all he could manage as his face flushed again.

  “Nothing to be embarrassed about. I do admit I’m enjoying this at your expense.” She sat up in the chair a little, and a mischievous grin crept onto her face. “I’m actually very nervous myself. I am not normally this forward with anyone.” While she talked she placed a few fingers on his leg, and was running them up and down his thigh. The whole time she did this her gaze never left Jack’s eyes. This of course was getting the natural response she was looking for, and he shifted again in the bed.

  The conflicting forces in his mind shifted. Up until now, he was torn between the anxiety of not understanding his situation, the overwhelming curiosity it brought on, and the incredible attraction he felt for this woman. The confusing yet perfectly clear signals he was getting from Wendy turned the hormonal maelstrom from a distant but raging desire into a possible conclusion. With the real possibility of something happening between them, his guard went up and he considered that he had not been with a woman since Jenny died nearly two years ago. His body was practically screaming at him to make a move, but his mind was not sure he was ready for it. On the one hand it was a little disheartening that she knew he was in a vulnerable state right now, but on the other hand she was damned beautiful and she was touching his leg! He closed his eyes, swallowed hard, and then looked at her, “Listen Wendy, I am almost 40 years old, and I am – er – was, married. I’m way too old for you, and, well, I haven’t been with anyone since my wife passed two years ago.” It all sounded reasonable to him. What the hell are you doing Jack?

  “Jack, your body is about the same age as mine, and it has never ‘been with a woman’. Furthermore, while your memories tell you it’s been two years since your wife passed, it’s actually been more like three hundred and fifty years.” Damn, can’t argue with that. “You sound like you’re not attracted to me Jack.” She put a little bit of a pout on her lips, which melted any resolve he had left.

  He practically snorted, forcing himself to look away from her eyes. There was no need for him to answer, the truth was standing on its own by this point. He wracked his brain for some logical reason that he should ask her to leave. Nothing came to mind. Their eyes met again and she seemed to be looking for something in his gaze.

  She seemed to find what she was looking for, and stood up from the chair in a fluid movement stepping closer to the bed. “Last chance to send me away, Jack.” Her hand went to the buttons on her shirt and she began to unbutton it, starting at the top. He just lay there rapidly losing the ability to reason as blood flowed to other parts of his body. Wendy finished the first button, and was working on the next. Jack’s heart rate was climbing rapidly, and his breathing became shorter. She finished the second button, and Jack caught a glimpse of her cleavage. He practically shivered with excitement and nervousness.

  Trying to break the tension he said “Wendy, if I didn’t know better, I would think that you were trying to seduce me.” He put a dumb looking grin on his face, and she laughed. Her hands now worked the fourth and final button and the shirt opened up, revealing an incredibly flat stomach. The blouse slipped off her shoulders, framing her breasts before falling to the ground. He took in every aching detail as she slowly started working her pants loose. He had never seen a body quite like this. She was fit and toned but not skinny like a magazine model. Her firm looking breasts were not large, not small, and fit her frame perfectly. The pale glow of the monitor contrasted against her smooth and light flesh, highlighting the smallest changes in texture. Her nipples, just a shade darker than the rest of her skin, were standing erect, the areolas dimpled with goose bumps. She pushed her pants and underwear down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Standing straight up, she looked at him, her chest rising and falling to her rapid, excited breath. It was as if she was giving him a chance to admire her statuesque figure. He took advantage of the brief pose, confirming to memory every detail. Her legs were long and flawless, transitioning smoothly from her thighs to her hips to her waist. The shadow cast by the pale light drew a tall ‘V’ starting where her inner thighs touched moving up around her delta to the top of her hips.

  He looked into her eyes for a moment, seeing a hunger there that was unmistakable; it was obvious she wanted this as much as he did, although for what reason, he had no idea. Perhaps later he would wonder if the doc had sent her to him as part of this whole... thing, but right now he was only thinking about what was about to happen. He scooted over in the bed and lifted up the covers. For the first time, he realized that he was not wearing anything under the blanket. He had not thought to check. “Holy shit I’m naked!” he exclaimed as he dropped the covers back down.

  Wendy giggled and simply said, “Perfect” as she climbed in next to him.

  Her body was like a furnace, and his hands instinctively found their way to her various parts very quickly. One hand landed on a firm breast, and one on her equally firm ass. As they embraced fully, his heart was beating so hard he felt like his chest would explode. Staring into her eyes, he used his hands to feel what he had already seen; a confirmation that he wasn’t just hallucinating. If this was a dream, this would be the part where he woke up.

  He leaned into her and they kissed, softly at first as if both were a little nervous to bring their lips together despite the fact that they had already had intimate contact with each other’s body parts.

  The kiss turned passionate and they frantically explored each other under the covers. After what could have been a minute or an hour, she climbed on top, reached down, and slid him into her. She was very wet, and somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that it was further proof that she was a willing partner. She pressed her breasts to his chest as they slowly started rocking back and forth, getting a rhythm going. He kissed her deeply then put his lips to her neck, then shoulder, then down to her breasts as the rhyt
hm gained speed. A soft moan escaped her lips and their breathing became heavier as the passion built. The pace quickened until finally, with an explosive groan, he came, triggering the same reaction in her.

  As the mutual orgasm subsided they held on to one another as if one of them would be ripped away from the other if they loosened their grip. Over the next few minutes, they relaxed, and finally she moved so that he slipped out of her. She lay on her side, breasts pressed against him and one leg draped over his, for quite a while.

  Chapter 11

  It was hard to tell how much time the whole thing had taken, but Jack didn’t think it could have been too long. He was a bit out of practice, and as aroused as he had been he would be surprised if the whole experience had lasted two minutes. Normally he would have drifted off to sleep afterward, but now that his body had had a shot of endorphins and the hormones had subsided, he couldn’t keep his mind from churning.

  Three days ago I was waxing my mustang all alone, and here I am, like some kind of crazy dream he thought. Looking at Wendy, he expanded on that thought. Make that some kind of wet dream.

  More time passed, as they lay there intertwined. Finally, Jack said, “That was... incredible. I hope it wasn’t too – uh – quick for you.”

  They locked eyes and she smiled. “Trust me Jack, you satisfied my every desire.” She kissed him long and tenderly, then snuggled her head against his chest and drifted off to sleep.

  He lay there for quite some time, reflecting on the details of what he had learned just since waking up. While he still wasn’t ready to decide if he believed he was dead and reincarnated somehow, her words made some sense. It rationalized everything he was feeling. His quick temper, uncontrolled emotions, the raw chemical need to be with this stranger in such an intimate way, and his inability to filter his thoughts before speaking all would make sense if he had the hormones of a teenager.

  Then there was the consideration of what had just happened. For the last two years of his life he had not been able to think about other women without thinking about his wife. There was more to his desire to be with this woman in his arms than just chemistry. He felt somehow disconnected from the love he knew he felt for his wife. There was no other way to describe it. A few days ago he still couldn’t think about his future without a feeling of anxiety and a sense of loss. The death of his wife had shattered his identity and he didn’t know his own role in his future. People had told him that it was normal, that the death of a spouse would turn your world upside down and only time could heal things. After two years he hadn’t made enough progress to do much more than think about introducing another woman into his life. He had been starting to feel like it was necessary for him to move forward but it always stopped there. As soon as he thought about another woman in the same way he had seen his wife, the anxiety of losing her would take over. Yet here he was, pressed up against the warm naked body of a woman he just met. There was no guilt. There was no sense of wrongness to it. If anything, he felt a connection to this stranger that he hadn’t felt since the day he met Jenny. What had changed in him that allowed him to feel this way again?

  He explored the emotion, wondering if it was real or just a result of having shared such an intimate moment with her. He knew the next few days would tell him the answer. Thinking about it and feeling the woman sleeping in his arms began to arouse his desire again. He held her just a little tighter, pressed against her just a little more, and savored the feeling. As thoughts of waking her for more of what they had done earlier formed in his mind, exhaustion swept through him and he settled into a deep sleep.

  * * *

  Jack woke again, maybe three hours later, and discovered himself alone in bed. He was disappointed, but not surprised. She had come to him in the middle of the night, and while she hadn’t explained her motives, obviously she chose to do it at a time when there would be no possibility of being seen. He thought again about whether the doc, or whoever was in charge, had sent Wendy to be with him. Unless he had completely lost his ability to read people, she was there for her own reasons. He smiled at the thought of the previous night, not really wanting to think about the motives behind it.

  Unfortunately, the train of thought brought him right back to the original situation. He had to face this head on. They had told him he was ‘cloned’, that he had died and been reborn three and a half centuries later. It was such a departure from reality that he was more inclined to believe he was in a mental institution. However, everything Teague had told him rang true. The woman in his room last night had backed it up with information that made perfect sense, if he could just make the leap from insanity to reality. Could it possibly be true?

  He took a different track. If he assumed what he had been told was in fact true, then he was in a world where things were completely different. What happened last night was not just unusual to him, it was downright impossible in his world. Incredibly attractive women didn’t come to you in the middle of the night while you were in a hospital and have sex with you for no understandable reason. It just simply didn’t happen. Unless they were crazy and this was indeed a mental hospital.

  That didn’t feel right though. He admitted to himself that he didn’t have a single bit of experience with the clinically insane, but aside from the explanations coming out of their mouths and the actions they were taking, they seemed completely normal. This couldn’t have happened in 1966, because people didn’t act this way. A different time, a different world, made sense to him though. He recalled the social changes just from after the war to the mid 60’s. So many things had changed in such a short time, imagine what would change in hundreds of years. It was not a big leap to think that perhaps in this world, it was perfectly normal for a woman to come into a man’s room at night and seduce him then slip away while he sleeps.

  The questions were piling up. He was not fully convinced that they were telling him the truth, but he was ready to learn more and decide for himself. It was time to ask some of these questions to the doctor.

  He reached over and pressed the button on the monitor. There was a faint ‘ding’ in the background, but he couldn’t tell if it came from the monitor or from outside the room. Furthermore, when he rolled over to press the button, he became aware of another sensation. He had to pee – bad.

  Within two minutes, Teague walked into the room. He was wearing green scrubs like you would find on a surgeon. Is that what he was wearing yesterday? So much happened yesterday, during most of which he had been practically blind, he never noticed. “How are you doing this morning?” Teague asked him.

  “Is it morning? I wasn’t sure. I have to pee.” Jack was not sure if he could stand, but he didn’t want to pee in a bottle. Then he realized he didn’t even have clothes. Then he started wondering if they have bathrooms in the future... so many questions!

  “Of course! Yes, it is morning, about 8 a.m. Here are some clothes, do you think you need help getting them on?” Teague asked as if reading his mind.

  “Um... Let’s see.” Jack pushed himself into a sitting position. He was a little dizzy for a second but it passed. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed, prepared to lay back if he swung too far. He found that he was exactly where he wanted to be, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Doc, I think I can handle it.” He started getting dressed. Twenty years in the military took away any notions of embarrassment when it came to dressing or even using the toilet next to other men. However, Teague left the room to give him privacy. The shirt was actually pretty simple, and Jack was surprised at how well he could work his hands and arms. Yesterday he could barely move, and today he felt like there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do. The pants were also simple, with just a fly in front and a cord to tighten the waist. He realized, however, he would not be able to pull them up without standing. After a moment’s hesitation he decided it was worth a shot and slowly put his weight on his feet.

  He let go of the bed to see if he could balance. It took a second and he wobbled a little, but he
steadied out pretty easily. His first thought was how cold the floor was. He pulled up the pants and fastened them, then took a step forward. “It’s like riding a bike I guess,” he said out loud as he took a few steps and turned around to walk back to his bed. The bed rushed up to meet his face as he completed the turn. His head bounced off the mattress before he could regain his footing and catch himself with his hands. “Okay, maybe not.” The fall had not hurt very much but he was seeing stars. He stood there holding the edge of the bed until the urgency to pee started to overwhelm him again. He decided to try the walking thing again. As long as he didn’t turn too quickly, he seemed OK. He called to the doc. “Teague, I’m ready to use a bathroom, where is it?”

  Teague entered the room again and said, “Right over here.” They left the room, and entered a hallway, dimly lit by what looked like miniature fluorescent lights that cast everything in a slightly bluish tint. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all concrete. They walked a dozen feet down the hall to a small door.

  Teague pointed and said, “You can go in here. Holler if you need help.”

  Jack smiled and said confidently, “I think I can figure it out.” As he stepped into the small room the light automatically came on and the door closed behind him. “That’s convenient.” He looked around. There was a sink, a small mirror, and what looked like a toilet in the corner. He rushed over to the toilet, lifted the lid, and saw there was no water in the bowl. “Hey Doc! There’s no water in the toilet!”

  Through the door, he heard Teague’s muffled voice say, “The bowl is made of a frictionless material, no water necessary, just go, you’ll see.”

  Jack shrugged, opened the fly on his newly acquired pants, and started peeing. It was quite an amazing thing to watch the first droplets hit the bowl and rapidly swirl around before dropping into the drain. He watched in awe as the steady line of urine swirled three times around the bowl and disappeared without a trace down the hole. He was actually disappointed when he was done. He reached down and swiped a finger in the bowl to check for himself that there was no residue that needed to be rinsed away. His finger glided across the bowl surface as if it were warm, wet ice, yet came away totally dry. “Amazing.”