‘Why Becca what about George, what about my beautiful girls? Oh fuck Becca what have you done to me?’ Still feeling weak Sam returned to her bed. ...Lying there her thoughts went to Adele. She felt an uneasy sensation as she thought more of Adele and then she remembered Becca wanting to talk to her urgently. As her thoughts of Adele became misty her thoughts of Becca returned even stronger. ‘Oh God Becca, the love making we experienced.’ She blushed again when she remembered the spankings when she. Then she saw Buttercup had halted in a crater ahead of them, which was still slightly smouldering and in which could be seen some small traces of metal which she guessed was probably shrapnel. Or possibly something else. Puffing and wheezing she caught up with her lover and was about to greet her, to reassure her that she was well, that she hadn't been shot, but was forcibly prevented from this by Buttercup forcibly grabbing her arm and urgently indicating with a finger to the lips that she. He hung them on the doorknob and she felt a shiver run up and down her spine.She was flooded with memories of hanging her panties on that knob each time she had walked into his house. After the first night, they spent together he had made a rule that she would not wear panties inside his home… ever. From that time on she had entered his house and immediately removed her panties before hanging them on the knob. She vividly recalled the excitement that ran through her body each time she walked. Baseball, basketball, soccer, football, and tennis were slowly eliminated. It had been far easier to manage than one might expect. With the state raising all children it was just a matter of not exposing them to those sports. Exercise replaced sports.“Who is going to be the next president?” Ed asked thinking that a time traveler should know something so obvious.Jack answered, “I don’t know. The man who was the next president in my original timeline isn’t in the running.”“Why not?” Ed.