Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2012 08:47:09 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Cronos. Part Eight.

        This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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        Part Eight

     They left Buenos Aires the following day and flew into Boston where a
chauffeured limousine was waiting for them to take them both to his
home. In case you are wondering, the helmets travelled with them and though
asked about them on their entry into the United States, that they were
declared as their motor cycle helmets were accepted.

     Brendan's family having been pre-warned from Buenos Aires of their
estimated arrival, a room had been made ready for Audrey to which she was
whisked up to immediately on setting foot in his home. This was so that she
could have time to recover from the flight and have a bath before being
introduced to the curious family.

     The Fowler's were a highly prestigious family in Boston's society and
they were naturally curious that their son, Brendan, a highly sought after
male by the females of said society, that he should choose to want to marry
an English woman, was nothing but intriguing and they waited for her to be
presented to them.

     Brendan had knocked on her bedroom door just as the maid sent up to
help Audrey had just finished doing her hair. She was wearing a new dress
they had bought in B.A. before flying and she looked ravishing and he said
so as he kissed her.

     `I'm feeling more nervous now than when I first put that helmet on,'
she said to Brendan when they broke apart.

     `Nonsense! You'll be fine. Just be yourself and they will love you as
I do. Now are you ready?'

     `Once more into the breach dear friends.'

     `Churchill?'

     `No, Henry V sweetheart, let's go.'

     Audrey was greeted with warmth by Brendan's mother and father. Then
she was introduced to his uncles and aunt, One uncle with his wife and his
aunt with her husband. She was made to feel like a queen not just because
she was Brendan's intended, but her own open face so alive and vibrant was
what endeared her to his family.

     It was during dinner, seated with Brendan on one side and the
unmarried uncle on the other, it was learnt that Audrey no longer had any
family and the uncle, Bernard, at once begged to be allowed to be the one
to give her away at the wedding.

     She had liked his round fresh face and white haired he might be, would
be the perfect foil to be at her side when she did walk down the aisle. So
she accepted his offer and he promptly kissed her hand and vowed that if
Brendan failed to show up, he would be glad to take his place. Flattered,
she kissed him on the cheek which made him blush for they were still
sitting at the table.

     In an old fashioned way, the women retired to the drawing room for
coffee leaving the men to their port and cigars. Here, Audrey went through
the usual social interrogation as to her upbringing, family and
expectations for the future. It was artfully done and Audrey didn't at any
time feel discomfited by the experience. These women of Brendan's family
were past masters of this art and she earned their respect and approved
Brendan's choice of his future partner.

     It was a whirlwind two weeks being chaperoned everywhere for the
getting together of her trousseau though her escorts threw their hands up
in horror when she said that she expected to honeymoon in the wilds of
Argentina.

     Brendan's mother had taken on the task of organising the wedding to be
held on the back lawn of their stately house. Typical of their class, the
back lawn they referred to was the size of a football field and would
easily accommodate the three hundred guests that was listed at the first
count. Such was the standing of the family, the mayor of Boston and the
Governor of the state, it being Massachusetts, had sent their acceptance as
guests.

     The icing on the cake for Audrey was that on the day before the
wedding, she was informed that she had been made a professor of both the
College of Boston and the Institute in London for a brilliant thesis on the
tribal and breeding habits of the Brontosaurus.

     They'd been having afternoon tea after a hectic morning with last
minute fittings of her wedding dress and a multitude of small details that
they thankfully, had dealt with. A butler had come into the drawing room
bearing a letter and a telegram on a silver salver and handed them to
Audrey. She gasped with delight at reading the letter and passed it over to
Brendan and then burst into tears when she opened and read the telegram.

     He quickly took it from her as he put his arm round her, thinking it
was bad news, but cried out in relief when he'd read it and passed it round
to follow the letter.

     `A double professorship!' he declared. `That even outranks me,' he
said as he kissed her. The others couldn't wait to add their
congratulations at this good news and hoped that her good fortune would
last forever.

     The day of the wedding dawned and with it came the horde of people to
erect the marquees and begin preparing for the wedding of the year. Audrey
did not have one minute alone for the whole day, even having someone in the
bathroom while she bathed. Breakfast was one slice of toast and a strong
cup of coffee for she was a bag of nerves at the constant fuss that was
made of her.

     It was the complete opposite for Brendan in the company of his best
friend at college and now his best man. They had a peaceful morning at the
barbers and then being fitted out in his new wedding suit. He did though,
have two glasses of wine just before the ceremony.

     The wedding went off as planned, right down to the last detail, in
front of the highest of high society that Boston had. Brendan had gasped at
the most pleasurable sight he had ever seen when he saw her walking down
the aisle on the arm of his uncle.

     The dress shimmered and it seemed as if she was floating along with
her train held up by the four bridesmaids that drifted behind her. He
hardly heard the words of him being called a lucky sod by his best man as
he saw this vision come to a rest beside him. He didn't come to his senses
until he heard the words, `I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss
the bride.'

     For that, he didn't need any urging and slowly lifted up the half veil
and saw her sparkling eyes and her lips half parted waiting for his to
touch and press against hers. It wasn't a long kiss but it held all the
wonders of the world and presaged a grand future for their love.

     They turned to face all the well wishers that were there, the aisle, a
red carpet laid across the lawn was now covered with rose petals for them
to walk out from under the arbour of flowers towards to the house to stand
on the steps to have nearly everyone there shake hands and kiss the bride.

     The band that had played the Wedding March now played the theme tune
from Jurassic Park which amused those in the know and to the bewilderment
of those that weren't. They next went to a lavishly decorated table before
the bandstand to be seated in the place of honour to hear the best man read
out a selection of good will telegrams and notes. Obviously, only the ones
from the most prominent people were read out.

     The cake was cut and the wedding lunch was served. Audrey estimated
that this must have cost the Fowlers the equivalent of two expeditions
after fossils.

     Though it was the happiest day of her life, she was glad when they
took to the dance floor especially laid, for the first dance and then they
could start the long process of extricating themselves and seek the
seclusion of the private rooms up in the house. She'd also danced with
Brendan's father and two uncles and his aunt's husband and she had given a
special kiss to the uncle who had given her away and thanked him very
sincerely.

     But when they did get to be alone, it was only for a brief hug and a
kiss before maids came to help her undress and re-dress her in her
travelling clothes. Then it was down to the waiting limousine to whisk them
off to the bridal suite at the new Pelican Hotel in Boston for the night.

     He paid off the bell boys for carrying the luggage in and when they
departed, they were finally alone and kissed deeply before he picked her up
and carried her through to the bedroom. Here, he set her down so that they
could get undressed properly, and when naked, picked her up again in his
strong arms and laid her reverently on the bed.

     Audrey wanted him so bad, she raised her arms up and opened her legs
on seeing his erection swaying in front of him. He too wanted her so much
that he was quickly on the bed and almost fell on her in his eagerness,
slipping into the wet, waiting vagina. She gasped at the sudden entry but
smiled and brought her legs up and crossed her ankles across his back. He
began to move and fuck her, his arms straight up by her side to get as much
penetration as he could. Her breasts kept moving to his thrusts and she
smiled up at him.

    `I'm a married woman you know. My husband will be coming any time now,'
she said, her eyes laughing at him.

     `I'm married myself,' he grinned, going along with the joke, `and she
always seems to know when I'm coming,' his hips moving faster until he
began to really begin jerking.

     `Like now?' she asked.

     `Like now,' he grunted as he came, pumping his semen up inside
her. Audrey laughed when he'd finished and pulled him down on top of her
and kissed him.

     `I love you my husband,' she said.

     `I love you, wife.'

                                                             *

     The next day they flew by the family's private jet to Buenos Aires,
landing in the evening and were soon installed in the best room in the best
hotel the city had to offer. They didn't leave their room for two days but,
while reluctant to call a halt to their love making, they were eager to get
started with the time machine so the finally emerged on the third day
there.

     During Brendan's periods of recuperating after their sexual
explorations, they made a list of things to buy that they hadn't seen in
Bahia Blanca and had a whole truck load by the end of the second day
out. These were shipped by plane to this airport to await their arrival
which was two days later.

     They stayed there for two days while Brendan had a bed made, being
very specific to its measurements and one that could be disassembled so
that no part had a width greater than three foot six. They also bought new
clothes for living out in the wilderness and lots of water containers and
food. Fuel for the generator and an adaptor so that he could run a lap top
computer from it. They carried two mobile phones with unlimited credit,
paper, pens, pencils almost having a mobile office loaded on one of two
trucks they'd hired. Also four men to drive them and return them when their
job was done. The generous wages for them were left with the truck company
so that they had to deliver them back to get their money.

     Brendan also bought a brand new four by four Overlander vehicle. The
twenty army surplus jerry cans of fuel for it were loaded on the second
truck plus a pup tent for them.

     With everything ready, they left for the six hundred miles to the old
site and where their machine was waiting for them. The two most precious
things they had, were carried in the car with them. They would have been a
tempting prize for any light fingered motor cyclist of which there were
many in that country.

     It was a gruelling four day drive but finally got there in the middle
of the fourth day. Audrey saw to the water system while Brendan supervised
the unloading of the trucks so that the men, after staying the night and
breakfast in the morning, could leave as soon as they were ready.

     Brendan also got the refrigerator and freezer going and personally
unpacked the frozen food they had brought, it being sealed up with dry ice
inside the boxes. He'd calculated the amount perfectly for it only just all
fitted in.

     Audrey had helped get dinner as she had on the trek, a simple meal of
tortilla and beans washed down with the local brand of coffee. Breakfast
was of the same and after they had eaten, the men waved goodbye as they
left and when they were out of sight, Audrey went into Brendan's arms for a
proper kiss and hug without anyone now to bother them.

    `At last I have you all to myself Mrs. Fowler,' he said as they kissed.

     `Professor Fowler if you don't mind Professor Fowler,' she answered
him and they both laughed. `But first things first,' she said as she pushed
him away. `I want to see if you can make up that bed you had made.'

     `I was planning to put it up in the dome,' he said.

     `It's going to be some days before we'll be ready to do some serious
travelling and sleeping in there.'

    `What will you be doing?' he asked.

     `Watching you and getting a sun tan on these white bits,' she smiled
and dragged out one of the cots that had been left behind and stripped off
and lay down to catch the sun. It never ceased to amaze him at how
beautiful Audrey was, especially when she was like she was now, naked. The
lovely orbs of her breasts, white as opposed to her deeply tanned
shoulders. Her white and fairly slim body and that small neat triangle of
hair between her thighs, right down to her tanned legs.

     `You'll get sun burnt if you lay there too long like that,' he said,
liking the view as he began to look for the bed parts.

     `When I'm cooked one side, just roll me over,' she replied, her eyes
closed against the sun's glare.

     It took him an hour to assemble the bed and called out to her that it
was finished.

     `I thought we'd be sleeping inside the mess tent, not outside,' she
said sleepily having seen where he'd built it. He gave her a sheepish grin
and went into the tent and made some space for it.

     `Well I can't get it in myself,' he said looking at her.

     `You haven't had any problem up to now,' she said slyly.

     `Wanton! Put some boots on and give me a hand.'

     She grumbled but sat up and pulled her boots on, the only things she
did put on and helped him carry it inside.

     `You look absolutely lovely dressed like that,' he said looking
pointedly at her boots as she flopped down on their newly made bed.

     `Undress me then and come and tell me how much you love me and let's
christen this bed.' He smiled down at her as he took her boots off before
undressing himself and laying down alongside her.

     `Well it feels nice,' he said, not attempting to stop her hand from
creeping across his thigh and taking hold of his erection.

     `Mmmm. It certainly does feel nice,' she murmured as she gave a small
smile, her eyes closed as her hand moved up and down on his erect shaft.

     `It does, but let's do what we're here for,' he said as he rolled over
on top of her as her legs opened and they both gave out a sigh as he
entered her. She smiled up at him as he moved, loving the feeling she was
getting inside as well as feeling his chest hairs brushing across her
nipples, making them rise and excite her even further. Her legs came up
high and she began to buck slightly underneath him.

    `Harder my love, harder, I'm coming,' she gasped, and he grunted and
did as she asked and rammed himself harder into her and began to stiffen
his back and let his hips take over and gave out a groan as he started to
come inside her. Her fingers were digging into his shoulders as she was now
bucking up and gave out a cry as she came with a great shuddering of her
body.

                                                            *

     She lay in his arms, drowsily stroking the soft hairs of his chest,
thinking of the wedding and of what they had just done.

     `Could you possibly imagine that in years to come, we will have handed
on our helmets to our children and their children.

  And these grandchildren of ours could actually be right here now watching
us?'

     `I suppose it's one way of getting a sex education,' he replied just
as sleepily as she had spoken.

     `Then to return to their own time, they would...they
would...take...off...their...helmets. Oh my God!' she exclaimed and sat up
abruptly, her breasts swaying violently at the sudden movement and Brendan
was jolted out of his own reverie.

     `How long ago was that Brontosaurus alive do you think?' she asked
him.

     `About a hundred million years.'

     `And how advanced do you think the space ship is from our technology
now?'

  `Oh, I'd say at least one to two thousand years.'

     `Well I think you could say a hundred million and two thousand
years. Don't you see? They had their helmets off! They were living in their
time, not the past!'

     `Holy shit!' he exclaimed, sitting up himself, now wide awake. `You're
right! How could I have missed that! We're the bloody babies of the
universe. This is absolutely stunning,' he said as he fell back onto the
bed. `To think that scientists have been trying for years to find out if
there is life outside of our solar system. We now know that there is, or
was. They maybe now extinct like our dinosaurs.' He sat up again and began
to put his clothes on.

     `Come on, get dressed. We've got work to do and only fifty years or
less to find out the truth.'

     He set about rearranging the mess tent to use half the mess table as
an office. A length of cable was attached to the generator at one end, the
other had the adaptor fitted that he plugged into the laptop computer. This
in turn was linked to one of the mobile phones.

     `This,' he began to explain to Audrey when asked, `is linked now so
that Robin, my best man at the wedding, can contact me via his computer
back at the University. I left copies of all the symbols I found inside the
ship to see if he could come up with their alphabet and numerical
formula. Using the console to start with, the second symbol in each line
going across is the same, changing as you move down but still the same
going across.

     Going downwards, the first line has the same first symbol, the second
line has a different one but it is the same going down and so on. Now if
the first symbol is alphabet, we could have our A, B, C, going to G. If the
second symbol is numerical, we have one to seven, do you follow that?'

     `Yes, I think so. So the fourth button down and three to the right
would read as C4, yes?'

     `Correct,' he said, looking quite pleased with himself. `Now look at
this drawing I did of what looks like a computer keyboard in the map
room. See the top line? It has twenty keys with the same symbol followed
by, from left to right, what would be the numbers as with the console, one
to seven being the same and when you get to the eleventh key it's a
combination of the number one. The twelfth key is one and two and so on to
show us what zero is in their numerical sequence as in ten and twenty. The
first symbol would be their letter G whereas we use the letter F. Have you
got that?'

     `Yes,' Audrey replied.

     `Then to the main keyboard, we find there only nineteen major symbols,
seven of which are on the console. Now Robin is trying to work out the
formula for the other twelve keys and if they can or do find it, he can let
me know via the lap top.'

     `But even if he does, it's not going to help us,' she said. `It would
still seem to be double Dutch, like...like the difference between English
and Japanese. Without having the person to point out an object and write
down what it is in their language, we're not going to able to write it down
in ours to see the difference. What we'd need would be like a child's book
with pictures to go along with the word.'

     `Well the closest we've got to that is the computers in the map room,
which is where I'll be spending quite a lot of my time.'

     `What do I do?' she asked.

     `There's more than one keyboard, you can work on another and if we do
find something, we can follow that trail to see where it leads us,' he
laughed, `as long as you don't press the enter button and send us out into
space. Make a note of everything you touch before you actually do. That's
why we have lots of paper with us. The main thing to find first is the
delete key, then return to main frame and the shift key.'

                                                            *

     Brendan found those keys the next day which made playing about on the
keyboards easier but they still couldn't make any sense of what they were
getting to come up on the screens.

     Audrey was bored with this after only one day and so began to play
with moving the ship from square to square on the grid map then found the
shift key to move into a completely new area and a new grid map. By noting
down what keys she had pressed, she was able to return back to the original
starting point.

     Within two days she was very adept at moving the ship several hundred
miles in any direction and still return to their camp site. Then they came
to the first serious part of what they were going to do, and that was to
move as far as La Copelina.

     Brendan, while in Boston had bought the latest ordnance survey maps of
the Argentine which were brought up to the map room plus a table and two
chairs. These had to be juggled about for he had to hold the table off the
ground while Audrey put his helmet on with the visor pulled down to see him
suddenly disappear. She put hers on and with the visor down, grinned at him
still standing there with the table in his grip, which they took to the
ship and only when inside could he put it down.

     Like the bed parts, they could only be three foot six across to get it
up through the well and he had to balance it on his head to do so. The
chairs were easier and now they could spread the maps out and work out the
number of moves they had to make on the top screen, marking the maps
accordingly. Audrey had noted that when she moved the ship into a
completely different grid sequence, one of the first set of symbols
changed, so these had to be noted down on the ordnance map.

     `This is going to be rather laborious for we've got to leave the ship
every time to lift our visors to be in our own time frame. The terrain we
will travelling over will have no bearing as to what's on the map,' Brendan
said.

     `If we could only bring up a chart giving the whole area it would be
easier,' she said in an exasperated tone.

     `It would I agree, but don't forget, these co-ordinates on the screen
are relating to this period of time. If we changed our time zone, I mean by
jumping ahead ten million years, the grids and reference numbers will
probably be different.'

     `Well that will be the next task as far as I'm concerned,' she
replied. `You can carry on trying to read their alphabet, I'm for trying to
get the ship closer to the twentieth century or thereabouts. I'd like to
see history in the making!'

     This innocuous remark had a great bearing later on in their life
though Brendan had other ideas for the immediate future.

     `We'll do this jaunt first and then we will fill in the gaps of our
knowledge about the Brontosaurus before we go any further,' he said quite
firmly.

     `Yes Professor,' she said meekly but smiled at him as she said it.

     They settled down and moved the ship one square across on the big
screen and two up, having to note the sequence change each time. They began
on the upper edge of the lower screen by going out of the ship and lifting
their visors. Nothing of note, but by moving one more grid to the left,
they had one big surprise when they walked down the ramp and lifted their
visors for they found that they were slap bang in the middle of La
Copelina.

                                                             *