"You are something more, superman, maybe."Her words reverberated in his brain for a moment. Hunter couldn't stop himself. Almost without thinking he s...poke."No Katie, I'm not superman. I am ... Dragon."For the second time that night, he pushed with his mind, this time directing her to accept his words. She sagged down into her clothes and nodded."A dragon," she said. "A living, breathing dragon and he is all mine."Hunter finally stepped away from between her legs, looking in amusement as their. ”But, Charlie never heard her. He was already gone!“What the hell just happened, Ibera?” I asked.She was still in open-mouthed shock, “That ... that wormhole phase was only meant to send ‘things’ ... inanimate objects, special containers, like that shed! It was never meant to send people!”“So, what’s going to happen to Charlie!?” I asked, incredulously.“I don’t know! He could go either into the future or the past. I really have no idea!”“Any idea how far?”She shook her head, looking despondent. Even though I traveled perhaps five days out of each month, the days I was gone were rarely more than two at a time, so we had several passionate homecomings plus enough regular lovemaking to average about 20 times a month. We made love in the car, in the living room, in the bathroom, even on a picnic table at a public campground in broad daylight (but that’s another story). So, I was stunned when my beautiful, sexy, passionate wife sat me down after the kids were in bed on the evening after I. He said that the Medical Board found out about this going on at the club and frowned on this therapy being done there this way. The General couldn’t even ask the Board to grant an exception since his sister is the Board Chairperson and told him not to waste his time.”“The Doctor however said that based on his knowledge of the expansion of the physician assistant’s program in the States he asked the Board if they would approve Skype supervision of the assistants by a certified physical therapist.