Sit.” “Hmmm, Gary. What is this?” His gaze fell to her breasts. Her nipples were erect and made his mouth water; this was not going to be easy o...n him, but he was certain to enjoy every second of the evening. His plan seemed to have caused a stir in the theater as she walked down the aisle toward him. Gary stood to greet her, but held a finger to his mouth urging the Creole beauty to remain silent. Kissing her cheek, he whispered, “This is my wife, Carla, do with her as you please.” The woman. My heart beating wildly. The voices, a chorus of them.Be calm John. Everything will be ok.I recognized the voices. Some sounded like me, others were deeper. I could sense somehow that these were all my voice. My voice from tomorrow, the day after, and more.We are you. But you are not us. You are but a single instance. A collapsed probability. We are potential. The infinite possibilities. Every possibility explored, mapped and catalogued.How? I thought to them.An experiment gone awry. There in a. I might want to take a trip or two with Bert, but I would want to know the house would be here when I get back."The old guy was smiling at me as he began again, "Now I have a better deal here than at Bert's. You don't have to build a place for another family to come live here and work the place. This here house is really two houses put together. It's almost what you call a duplex. I built the second half of this house for my wife's folks, but they never lived a day in it. It has been empty for. Without words. Seconds passed. Gerald looked me in the eye and turned away. Ugh. I began to formulate my apology to however this would come back to bite me when we got home. My face read shame. I wanted to run. It would be worse if I left him here. I slowly trudged back up the path.Gerald stayed, watching me. "You know, son," he said, his voice slightly raised in volume but not tone. "You can take care of what you need to. I'm not in any kind of a hurry. I've been 18, too." Then, under his.