Time Warrior or Prof.Txt by Waldo

A portly, elder History Professor has regular lunchtime 
discussions with a colleague over "What if" scenarios 
about historical events. The Professor is drawn into a 
government investigation when the colleague suddenly 
disappears. The colleague was working on a time 
machine and the government thinks that he went back 
in time, to change history. More precisely, to 
assassinate Theodore Roosevelt before he became 
President.

The single Professor is the best candidate to chase and 
dispose of his former friend, because of his knowledge 
of that era's history. And because he is single. The 
time machine only transmits the memory/psyche and 
not the body. The time traveler will have to take over 
the body of a direct ancestor. And there is no choice as 
to male or female. Young or old.

The Professor winds up in the body of possibly his 
great-grandmother, a teenage girl working to support 
her family. In a job that a lot of young women had to 
take, during those eras. As a whore in a whorehouse.

But business before pleasure causes the former 
Professor to seek out Police Commissioner Roosevelt, 
knowing that the former colleague will also have to 
come to Roosevelt.


Time Warrior	
Chapter 1 - The Request	
Chapter 2 - Time Travel	
Chapter 3 - Bertha	
Chapter 4 - Is it Earl?	
Chapter 5 - Or is it Harlan?	
Chapter 6 - Has to be Ethel	


Time Warrior
Chapter 1 - The Request

Professor James B. Thorton had just settled down to 
read his evening newspaper, just as he did every 
weekday at precisely 6:15 p.m. It would take him 
exactly twenty-two minutes to read all of the salient 
articles and to answer the crossword puzzle.

Although he was alone in his apartment and was not 
going out any place that evening, he was still wearing 
his vest and tie; but he had removed his coat. After all, 
a person should be able to unwind in the privacy of 
their own home. As he adjusted his portly body into 
the large chair that was most comfortable for his late 
middle-aged body, he absently-minded rubbed his 
goatee. That was a habit that he usually did whenever 
he was thinking or wanted to emphasis a point as he 
was teaching. Then he reached for the half-full glass of 
brandy that he sipped every night as he read the 
paper.

He skimmed through the editorials, pausing only long 
enough to read one editorial where he recognized the 
writer's name as being someone that he knew. He 
didn't agree with the writer's argument and would 
remember to discuss it with the writer at the next 
literary meeting.

He turned to the obituary column to see if any of his 
colleagues had passed on. At age 62, he had seen a lot 
of good friends and acquaintances pass on. He felt 
slightly relieved when he did not recognize any of the 
names. Or see his name. As he turned to the 
crossword section, there was a loud knock on his 
apartment door.

"Coming." he grumbled, angry that someone dared 
disturbed his daily ritual. Probably the Widow 
Johnson from downstairs again with another piece of 
chocolate cake. That woman would not give up on any 
single man.

He opened the door and said "Yes?" to the two men 
wearing business suits, standing in his doorway.

One of them held up a badge and said "Professor 
Thorton. I am Agent Ware and this is Agent Cardin 
from the FBI. We have been asked to escort you to our 
headquarters to meet someone."

"Am I under arrest?" he responded as he puffed out his 
chest in an indignant manner, knowing full well that 
he had never done anything illegal in his lifetime.

"No Sir, we just need to talk to you."

"Why don't you have this someone make an 
appointment to see me in my office? I am not 
interested in going anywhere to see someone that I 
have never met. Especially not tonight. I have things to 
do. Can't this wait?", he grumbled, knowing full well 
that tonight was just a normal stay-at-home night. It 
was not even the night that he scheduled for reading 
his mail.

"Sir. It is a national emergency and we have been 
requested to bring you downtown. I can't say anymore, 
but if we have to arrest you to get you down to our 
office, I am quite prepared to take that course."

"National Emergency. I haven't had that used on me in 
years. Well, since you are here and are an authorized 
representative of the law, I suppose that I can 
cooperate."

******

Professor Thorton was driven to the main building at 
the Washington FBI Headquarters and escorted to an 
office suite on the top floor. He didn't know whose 
office it was, but it was quite huge, so the person must 
have a responsible position within the Agency.

The two agents stood until the door opened, while the 
professor sat down in a comfortable chair. A middle-
aged man walked in, with a smile on his face as he 
held his hand out in greeting. "Professor Thorton, I am 
Special Agent Kingsly. Thank you for coming down 
with such short notice and at such late hours."

"I did not have much choice. Why was I dragged down 
here?"

Kingsly looked at the other two agents, who took the 
hint, shutting the door as they left the room. Kingsly 
sat down on the couch before he said "How well do you 
know Tom Bailey?"

"Doctor Bailey is a casual acquaintance that I have 
met a couple of times for lunch."

"In the last three years, you have had lunch with him 
twenty-two times. That appears to be more than just 
casual."

"As I said, he is a casual acquaintance. I met him at a 
party given by my publisher, when one of my books 
was published. We had some similar interests in 
history and Doctor Bailey wanted to discuss some of 
my viewpoints that I presented in my books. I assure 
you that nothing was said at our lunches that could 
result in the overthrow of this country."

"What viewpoints did he want to discuss?" asked 
Kingsly as he crossed his legs and leaned back on the 
couch.

"Why do you need to know? Why does the FBI want to 
know about my private discussions?"

"Your discussions with Doctor Bailey may hold the 
clue to a very sensitive national emergency. What I am 
getting ready to tell you is classified. It can not be 
discussed with anyone. Doctor Bailey disappeared 
three days ago and we only have two days left, to try to 
find out why he disappeared. He was working on some 
very classified projects which required a constant 
surveillance of him. That is why we were aware of your 
lunches with him. We are currently investigating all of 
his contacts to determine why he disappeared."

Professor Thorton leaned back, stroking his graying 
goatee as he mused "Dear me. Disappeared, has he? I 
suppose that means that we won't be having lunch 
next month. Well, if you know that we had lunch and 
he was under surveillance, why don't you know what 
we discussed?"

"Professor, I don't have much time to waste. There are 
a lot of things that I can't discuss with you. Are you 
going to privately provide me, right now with what I 
need to know, or do I hold you here, while we get a 
summons requiring you to respond to our questions?"

Taking a deep breath before he answered, he 
responded "Doctor Bailey is a physicist by trade, but is 
an amateur historian. He is deeply interested in the 
history of the United States in the late 1890s to mid 
1920s, where I have conducted some extensive reviews 
of the political and socio-economic history.  My area of 
expertise is the history of the United States from 1880 
to 1920."

"Go on. What did he want to know?"

"I really don't know how to say this, but he had a pet 
theory that he liked to talk about. We discussed a lot 
of topics, but it kept coming back to one basic concept. 
What would have happened if Theodore Roosevelt had 
been assassinated prior to become President of the 
United States?"

"You discussed anarchy? The death of a President?"

"No. Anarchy is the demise of the present leadership. 
Because we were discussing already dead historical 
leaders, it was only an exercise in creative thinking. 
We discussed what could have happened to the 
political structure of the country if Roosevelt had never 
been available to become the 26th President upon 
McKinley's assassination. We both agreed that 
Roosevelt was enough of a influence to be the major 
catalysis for our current government and social 
programs. However, we also thought that some of the 
historical events would have occurred anyway within a 
twenty to thirty year timeframe. An example of our 
very spirited discussions would be the day that we 
discussed the first World War. His assassination prior 
to him obtaining national prominence with the Rough 
Riders, could have delayed or even deferred any US 
involvement in the first World War. Why are you 
sweating?"

Kingsly didn't answer. He just sat there, staring at 
some spot on the floor, as small beads of sweat began 
to form on his forehead. Then he responded "Sorry, 
please go on."

"A lot of people don't know that Roosevelt dominated 
the United States political system from 1900 to World 
War I. Not only was he our president and political 
leader, but he was an articulate spokesman for the 
aspirations and values of progressivism. He used his 
high office to curb private greed and power in a day 
when Americans were disturbed by the abuses of big 
business. He elevated the presidency to a level it had 
not reached since the time of Abraham Lincoln. 
Without him, our government would not be what it is 
today."

Kingsly stood and said "Professor, please let me get 
some of my staff in here, so that we can discuss this 
further. I think that you have some insight into Doctor 
Bailey's thinking that we need to share with my 
experts."

******

Professor Thorton quickly finished his morning 
discussion with his students. He was very happy that 
the planned topic was a class that he had given several 
times before, because he was very tired. He had stayed 
down at the FBI building until almost midnight, 
talking to those FBI agents before they finally allowed 
him to go home. He still didn't know what was going 
on, or cared. While it was an interesting diversion at 
first, after awhile, it became quite boring to answer the 
FBI agent's detailed questions about that period and 
his discussions with Doctor Bailey.

As he exited the elevator at his office floor, he saw 
Agents Ware and Cardin standing outside his door. 
The imputatance of those people. Don't they have 
better things to do, than to bother him.

As he approached them, one of them opened his office 
door so that he could see Special Agent Kingsly sitting 
inside. As he entered his office, determined to throw 
Kingsly out, he saw that he had another visitor. The 
Chancellor of his university.

Kingsly stood up and said "Professor Thorton, I hope 
that you don't mind, but your expert assistance is 
needed on a very sensitive project. I took the liberty of 
clearing your schedule and participation through your 
official channels."

******

Professor Thorton and Kingsly were driven to 
downtown Washington. Instead of going to the FBI 
Building, they were driven to the White House, where 
they were admitted to a side entrance. They were 
escorted into the building to a small conference room. 
As soon as they sat down, another door opened as 
President Bole strode into the room by himself, with 
his shirt sleeves rolled up and carrying a folder.

"Glad to meet you." he said looking at the Professor, as 
he offered the customary handshake. "Sorry, but I was 
in the middle of some budget meetings and have to get 
back to them. I just came in here to meet you and to 
make sure that you are aware of the importance of 
your participation. Kingsly, why don't you brief the 
Professor. I will come back in a couple of minutes for 
his answer."

Without saying another word, he turned and walked 
back out of the room. Kingsly said "Doctor Thomas 
Bailey is a research physicist, whose theory of time 
distortion attracted the attention of a classified 
research project. About six years ago, Doctor Bailey 
started working for us, on developing the concepts of 
his theory. Because of the sensitive nature of his 
project, we kept him under almost constant scrutiny. 
That is how we became aware of your involvement. 
About six weeks ago, Doctor Bailey became very 
agitated and upset over something. He threw himself 
headfirst into his project, adding components that had 
not been tested or documented as to it's function. 
Then without warning, four days ago, he activated his 
Time Distortion machine. His fellow researchers saw 
him working within the phaseline field only minutes 
before he disappeared. We discovered a remote control 
module attached to the control panel so that he was 
able to activate it, without assistance. The panel was 
set for June 12, 1896 with the destination of New York 
City."

"I don't understand what time distortion is. My 
background is in history, not mechanics."

"Simply said, it is time travel. He went back in time to 
the New York City of June 12, 1896."

"Bully for him. But why did he pick that date? There 
are a lot of dates and places that would make more 
sense."

"We don't know, but we have to find out. Found in 
Doctor Bailey's notes were three references to July 26, 
1896, with all three references circled. One of the 
circles also had the initials TR included in the circle. 
We think that whatever he is going to do, is going to be 
on July 26. Someone has to go back there and we need 
someone that is very familiar with that era. Someone 
that can find him and bring him back. We don't have 
the time to train or look for someone to go back. You 
are the only person that is qualified. We want you to 
go back in time and find him. And to stop him from 
whatever he went back to do."

Chapter 2 - Time Travel

There were several moments of awkward silence as 
Professor Thorton thought about what he had just 
heard. If he was not sitting in a private conference 
room within the White House, he would not believe 
any of the statements were true. Then he said "Why 
me? Why not one of your researchers?"

"You know history. You would recognize some minor 
change and know what would be needed to correct it. 
Think about why he went back! The only plausible 
answer as to why he went back, is that he wants to 
change history. All he has to do, is make a minor 
change and it could result in you and I not existing. Or 
make a major change and a lot of the things that we 
know today would not exist. Think about how far back 
our civil rights programs would be, if Martin Luthor 
King had died when he was an unknown teenager. 
Think about what would happen to our government if 
Teddy Roosevelt was not available to step up to the 
presidency. On the date that Bailey selected, Roosevelt 
was working as the President of the New York City 
Police Commissioners. It appears that Bailey might try 
to kill him. While some of those changes might be 
good, there might be more changes that are bad. We 
can't take the risk with anyone fooling with history. 
That's why you were chosen. Not only do you know 
Bailey, but you also know your history. We have 
people that know Bailey inside out, but they don't 
know the history. You are our only chance of making 
sure that events occur as they should."

"I suppose that after I come back, that you will classify 
this so that I can never write about it."

Kingsly took a deep breath and flinched as he softly 
said "You won't be back. Our experience with time 
travel is limited. We can only send you there and can't 
bring you back. That is another reason that you are an 
ideal candidate. You have no family."

Thorton banged his fist on the desk as he roared 
"Can't bring me back. That, my dear man, is a death 
sentence. Why can't we wait until we can train 
someone else or develop a means for returning? Why 
does it have to be done now? After all, if we are able to 
go back into time, then we could go just as well next 
year instead of tomorrow."

"It's not that simple. There are some complex formulas 
that allow a window of opportunity. Our window is 
only six days and this is day number five. At the 
completion of that sixth day, our history will change to 
comply with whatever changes he causes. One 
moment, it will be as we remember it now. The next 
moment, it will be whatever it becomes, from whatever 
changes he makes. One moment I could be working in 
my office and the next moment could find me as a 
farmer back in Kansas, working on my father's farm 
because the government program that sent me to 
school never existed. The potential for changes are too 
great."

Thorton thought for a moment and said "What do you 
expect me to do to him? Find and kill him before he 
makes any changes?"

"No, because then he would never exist and we would 
not have his theory to work with. We will give you a 
simple formula to memorize and all you have to do, is 
to inject the formula into his body. Then his host will 
re-assume control of his body."

"Host?"

Kingsly fidgeted a moment and then said "There is 
another limitation that I have to discuss with you. 
Your body can not time travel. Only your memory and 
psyche can cross the time barrier. Your memory will 
be transported back in time to some direct line 
ancestor that is near the destination location. You will 
become that ancestor, living the rest of their natural 
life."

"That's murder. I would replace my own great-
grandfather."

"Or great-grandmother. Or great-great-grandmother. 
There is no way to narrow the selection or absolutely 
determine who you will become."

"Great horned bullfrogs. If I become my ancestor, and 
don't do exactly what they did, then I might not exist. 
If my great-grandfather had gone off hunting Bailey, he 
might not be where ever he has to be, to meet my 
great-grandmother. If he didn't meet her, then 
someone else would become my great grandmother 
and I would not be me."

"Correct. We have our agents researching your family 
now, to collect all of the available facts. You will have 
to risk having your own history changed. Just as you 
will become someone from your past, Bailey also 
became someone from his past. You will have to know 
his complete family tree and where to find his 
relatives. You will have to find him without him 
realizing that you are also from our time. When you 
find him and are sure that it is him, you will inject our 
formula into his body. If you are correct, his host will 
recover control of his body. If you are wrong, you will 
kill that body. He will be looking for someone to come 
after him, but he won't know who. If he uses the 
formula on you, it will do the same damage to you."

"What happens if I fail?"

"We won't know that you even existed because history 
will change. You should also be aware that you have to 
become the person of your host body. If they lived all 
of their lives as a farmer, then you can't change your 
own history by working at a university. Or by using 
your knowledge of the future to buy stocks to enrich 
your family. You have to live the rest of that life as 
they would have lived it. You will not have your host's 
memory, so you will have to quickly learn everything 
that you can about your host."

"Do we know that his machine works? Or that he 
didn't just turn into vapor."

"No. But we can't take the risk that it doesn't. 
Someone will have to make the attempt, just in case it 
does work."

******

The President came back for five minutes, repeated to 
the Professor that this was an extremely important 
project before running back out; and shaking his hand 
for volunteering. The Professor did not remember that 
he had volunteered yet. It was only assumed that he 
would volunteer.

Kingsly took Professor Thorton out to Silver Springs to 
the research facility. At the facility, several genealogy 
experts questioned him about his ancestors. Then 
other genealogists started discussing what they had 
been able to find about the Bailey clan around New 
York City.

There were about 120 different people that Doctor 
Bailey could claim as a direct ancestor at that time. 
Because of his age and his parent's age, the youngest 
generation would be his 8 great-grandparents. 
However, the 16 great-great grandparents or the 32 
great-great-great grandparents could also be possible. 
And the 64 great-great-great-great grandparents could 
also be alive. Adding them all up, there was 
somewhere around 120 people that could be alive on 
that specified date; that would qualify as direct 
ancestors.

The genealogists had been able to identify only sixty-
seven of Bailey's ancestors. Professor Thorton would 
have to memorize each and every one of them, and the 
available facts.

******

A clock had been set up that counted down the time, 
until the theoretical zero minute when history would 
supposedly change. When the clock only had one 
hundred and twenty minutes left on it, Kingsly said 
"Professor. It is time. We should not push our luck. We 
need to make sure that we have enough time to 
complete this before our equipment possibly 
disappears. Are you ready?"

"I haven't volunteered." he grunted as he skimmed 
through the notes that he had taken over the last 
thirty hours.

"I know. Our backup plan, in the event of your refusal, 
was that I would go back."

Thorton stood up, adjusted his tie and said "I saw the 
pictures of your wife and children on your desk. You 
were right when you said that I was the most qualified 
person to determine what changes in history were 
being made. Let's get this over with."

They walked down the hall to a small room. In the 
room, was only a metal bed. Overlooking the bed was a 
small window, where some of the technicians were 
standing.

As they entered the room, one of the technicians 
handed Kingsly a clipboard. Kingsly looked at it and 
said "There was one fact that you did not ask me 
about. You did not ask what would happen to your 
body when your memory and psyche was sent back 
into time."

"Good lord, man. I am not a fool. I know that my body 
will probably die or go into a unrecoverable coma."

Kingsly handed the Professor a clipboard and said 
"Our one experience was with Bailey, whose body died. 
We have not announced his death yet for obvious 
reasons. Please review this. It is your draft death 
announcement that will be released for publication."

The Professor laughed a hearty laugh before saying 
"You don't know how many times I reviewed the 
obituary column, and felt relief when I did not see my 
name there. Reading my obituary is a honor, as gross 
as it sounds. I want to make sure that my peers are 
aware of my every accomplishment."

He looked at the half page of typed material before 
making a note in the column. Then nodded as he 
handed the clipboard back to Kingsly.

One of the technicians helped the Professor lie down 
on the bed and fastened a metal headband around his 
head. Then the technician left the room. Kingsly 
nodded and walked out of the room, shutting the door. 
As the Professor laid on the cold metal, he began to 
feel a mild terror as he thought about what was getting 
ready to occur to him. 

******

The overhead bare lightbulb was what he concentrated 
on. He stated at it, trying to read the wattage, trying to 
concentrate on anything but what could go wrong. He 
heard a slight hum as the equipment started building 
up it's electrical charge and felt a slight copper taste 
on his tongue as a mild electrical voltage started 
pouring through his body. But there was no shock or 
burn, just a dim fading of the light.

He felt his breathing return to normal but did not see 
the light. He determined that somehow, he had shut 
his eyes. Lying on his back, he tried to sense his body 
and determine what was occurring before he risked 
opening his eyes. The first variance observed was that 
the air smelled different. It had lost it's stale 
conditioned smell; smelling somewhat fresh and green 
now. There was a slight breeze flowing through the 
room. And then he noticed that he was resting on a 
soft bed, not a metal table.

So it either worked or he was in a hospital. Slowly 
opening his eyes, he saw a green painted ceiling. 
Turning his head slowly to the right, there was one of 
the old fashioned wooden dressers with mirror placed 
against the wall. On top of the dresser was a porcelain 
pitcher. Turning his head slowly to the left, there was a 
young woman in bed with him. He couldn't see her 
face, only her mass of dark hair resting on the pillow, 
with the sound of very soft deep breathing of a light 
sleep.

Taking a deep breath, he realized that the time travel 
machine must have worked. He had not been in bed 
with a woman in years. Seeing her beside him was 
proof that he was not back in his time.

As he sat up, he recognized two other facts quickly. He 
was in a much younger, more in shape, lighter body; 
and something moved on his chest. There was a jiggle 
on his chest as his body adjusted to his sitting up 
position.

He pushed the bedcover down, looking at a pair of 
slender legs sticking out of a cheap cotton nightgown. 
Slowly he rotated his legs out of the bed until they 
were resting on the floor. Then he stood up and walked 
slowly staring at the dresser mirror as he approached 
it.

Staring back at him was the face of a very young girl, 
perhaps about sixteen or seventeen years old. A young 
girl's face framed with long auburn hair tied up, by a 
simple blue ribbon into a ponytail. He stared at the 
hypnotically deep green eyes staring back at him from 
the mirror. Her lips have a slight trace of fire red 
lipstick, otherwise there is no make-up on the face. 
Her looks are the well-defined and classic high 
cheekbones, small straight nose looks which do not 
require much makeup. A natural beauty that 
reminded him of some of his Ivy League coed students. 
A beautiful face that he had never seen before; hoping 
to recognize one of his relative's face. 

She was wearing a full-length old cotton nightgown 
that has been patched at a rip. Pulling it up slightly, 
he could see the long slender, smooth legs hidden 
under it. The long ponytail rests high on her head and 
cascades down her shoulders. Her little bumps of firm 
teenage breasts press against the nightgown, with the 
nipples poking hard against the soft fabric. Slowly he 
turns as he watches her spin around in the mirror as 
he examines her rounded backside.

The face was pretty. Looking at the body and face, he 
guessed that whoever this was, she was only a 
teenager. Because of her young age, it had to be one of 
his eight great-grandmothers.

The genealogy experts had discussed the possibility of 
him landing in a female body. The younger the body, 
the more risk existed that he would not be able to 
duplicate her life. The best female would have been 
one of the older women who would already be married 
and their children born.

He stares at the face again and almost jumps when 
there is a muffled female voice from the bed. "Bertha, 
please don't breath so loudly. You may be off today, 
but I have to work."

"It's ok. Go back to sleep." he said in what sounded 
like a high pitched voice, slightly scared with tension.

Within seconds, there was a deep breathing from the 
woman under the covers, allowing him the opportunity 
to look at his new body again in the mirror. As he 
looked at himself, he mouthed the name "Bertha" to 
himself as he tried to recall any relative by that name.

Chapter 3 - Bertha

I felt very strange in this new body. I stared at my new 
image for several minutes, wanting to memorize every 
inch of exposed skin, wanting to look at the rest of the 
body. Trying to find some facial feature that looked 
familiar. Perhaps this nose looks like my aunt's nose?

Then with one motion, I slid the cotton nightgown off, 
letting it drop to the floor as I stared at the rest of the 
female body reflected in the mirror. It was a female 
body such as I had not seen in years. My sexual 
flirtations had almost ceased during the last twenty 
years as I settled into the habits acceptable with my 
teaching position. I was really too shy and nervous 
around women to ever have stood a chance with 
someone that looked this attractive; so I reacted by 
developing a pompous teaching personality. My 
remembrance of naked female bodies did not include a 
body as shapely as this. Most of my women had been 
overweight, pleasing plump and all the other adjectives 
used to describe a fat woman.

This body was slender, on a narrow frame, with nice, 
small, firm compact, half-moon youthful breasts, 
rising from the chest in a pouty perfect manner. The 
breast flesh was a creamy-white color where the sun 
had never tanned the flesh. In the middle of each 
breast was a dark pink circle with a small, dark nipple 
in the middle. 

Below the breast was a taut stomach, without a trace 
of love handles on the very slim, trim waist. The waist 
narrowed before flowing out over the shapely hips. 
Turning slowly, I observed that the hips flowed in the 
nicest set of rounded butt cheeks that I had ever seen. 

Facing the mirror again, my eyes focused on the 
plump, protruding mound between the shapely legs. 
The mound was hidden behind a mass of dark curly 
pubic hair.

"God damn it, Bertha! Can't a working girl get any 
sleep around here?" jarred me from my review of my 
new body. I picked up the nightgown and held it in 
front of me as I turned around.

The other woman was sitting up, with her feet hanging 
over the bed. She was also dressed in a cotton 
nightgown. As she sat up, she stretched her arms, 
causing the nightgown to pull tight across her chest. 
From my position, I could see that she had a very full 
breast.

She slowly rotated her head, exposing a young face, 
but not a teen-aged face to me. She would be beautiful 
except that her nose was much too large, which a good 
plastic surgeon could fix easily. But then plastic 
surgeons would not exist for another half century. 

As she stood up, she said "For a payroll Saturday 
night, there were not as many John's here as I 
expected. I only got fucked by five different men last 
night; and only one of them did me twice. It's all 
because the preachers are making the law close down 
whorehouses. That damn new Police Commissioner 
has to go. How many Johns did you do?"

Shit. She's a whore. If she is a whore, then there is a 
good possibility that I am a whore also. Before I could 
answer she continued "You were busy with someone 
else when Ralph Thorton asked for you, early in the 
evening. He spends a lot of money here and is a good 
fuck. If his wife only knew how much money he spent 
here every month, she would kill him. Ralph used to 
be one of my regulars. Damn, my breath still smells 
like cum."

Ralph Thorton was one of my identified ancestors but 
there was no record of his wife's name. This must be 
where Ralph meets me, but he is already married. And 
I am a whore. I live in a whorehouse. And my ancestor 
frequents a whorehouse. Maybe he will introduce me 
to the person that this body eventually marries. Maybe 
he will just get me pregnant. Damn, there are so many 
potential solutions and only one of them is correct.

Oh, shit. What did I get myself into?

******

The woman took the empty water pitcher down the 
hallway and returned with a full pitcher of warm 
water. I crawled back under the bed covers, wanting to 
stay there until I figured out what my first step should 
be.

The woman returned carrying the water with a 
smoking cigarette hanging from her mouth. She 
poured a little water into the bowl and dropped her 
nightgown; revealing her naked body. She picked up a 
washcloth, soaped it, and then began washing her 
face. Looking at her from the rear, I could see that the 
insides of her thighs were bruised as well as what 
appeared to be a hickey on her neck. Her butt was 
jiggling as she washed, but it was also covered with 
what appeared to scratch marks made by someone's 
fingernails.

She looked in the mirror at me as she said "If you are 
going to be a whore, you need to learn how to smoke 
cigarettes. Having a cigarette breath in the morning is 
a lot better than having a cum breath. For someone 
that has her one day off this month, you sure are 
wasting time hanging around here. I thought that you 
were going to go home to see your mama to give her 
some of that money that you have been earning."

It was time to use one of the excuses that the FBI 
research team had given me. There was no way to find 
out the facts except by asking.

"What is my name?"

She paused to glare at me in the mirror, with her 
cigarette hanging out of her mouth, with soap all over 
her face as she responded "How the fuck should I 
know? Five weeks ago, you told everyone to call you 
Bertha. A lot of women here have phony names and I 
don't know any of them either."

She continued staring at me through the mirror as she 
scrubbed under her hairy armpit. I was sitting on the 
bed, with my knees drawled up and my arms around 
my knees as I said "I don't know who I am. I woke up 
this morning with amnesia."

"With Amy who? Don't fuck with me. You were in bed 
with me when I woke up."

"No, I don't have any memory of my past life. I don't 
remember who I am or what I am doing here. I have 
amnesia, which is a medical term for memory loss."

She put her cigarette on the corner of the dresser, 
laying it on one of the existing blacken burnt areas 
from previous cigarettes, as she turned to face me. She 
said "Look girl. We share a sleeping bed because there 
are more whores working here than there are rooms. I 
don't really know you and don't like for people to fuck 
with my mind. You tell me the truth now."

"I don't know who I am. I woke up this morning, 
without any memories."

She stared at me before she softly replied "Somehow, I 
believe you. Shit, let me send someone to get Doc 
Brown for you. He should be over at his dentist office 
by now."

"No, he can't help me. I don't know why, but I must 
keep it secret that I lost my memory. If you tell me 
what I need to know, then I will try to get my memory 
back."

She turned back around, watching me in the mirror as 
she rinsed out her washcloth before using the 
washcloth to wipe the drying soap from her body. 
Looking into the mirror, her voice turned soft as she 
said "No one uses their real name here. You wanted to 
be called Bertha. You just showed up here on the 
doorsteps about five weeks ago, looking for work. You 
were almost a virgin, but you caught on quickly. 
Because of your youth and willingness to learn, some 
of the regulars started asking for you. You never said 
where you were from or anything about your family. 
All of your belongings are in that little suitcase in the 
closet. The clothes on the left belong to you and also 
the clothes in this top drawer. Aside from that, you 
never said anything about your life."

"Thanks. What is your name?"

"Call me Agnes. I gotta go down to the kitchen to get 
me something to eat before I go to work. Got the 
afternoon shift today. Sure that you don't want me to 
send someone after Doc Brown?"

"No, I will be all right."

******

We talked some more before she dressed and left me 
alone. I didn't learn anything more, except that this 
whore house was almost in downtown New York City. 
She didn't know the date, but thought it was sometime 
in June.

I put my nightgown back on before I opened the 
hallway door. Looking down the hallway, I could see 
what appeared to be a bathroom. I carried the pitcher 
down to that room and discovered a big container of 
hot water. There was also a big chamber pot that 
smelled of stale pee and shit. I sat down on it and 
peed, not knowing when I would find another 
bathroom. There was no toilet paper, just a Sears 
catalog with half of the pages ripped out.

I returned to the bedroom with the warm water and 
washed my body; and brushed my hair. I don't know 
how she wears it, but I put a simple part in the middle 
and brushed it out. Then I opened the top drawer and 
looked at the clothes. There were some things that I 
recognized as a bustle, a bustier, and a corset. 
Remembering my history, I remembered that proper 
women wore corsets until about 1910. While this body 
did not need the reinforcement of a corset, no self-
respecting woman would be seen in public without one 
of the damn things on. If I was going to do what I was 
planning, I would have to pretend to be a proper 
woman.

There was only one dress in the closet that would fit 
me. The three other dresses were too big so they had to 
belong to Agnes. After I dressed, I looked at myself in 
the mirror. 

I saw a beautiful teenage girl, with shoulder-length, 
dark hair and a very sexy slim body. I was five foot 
three inches tall and probably weighed around ninety 
pounds. My dress had a bell-shaped skirt long enough 
to cover my ankles, a tight-corseted waist, and a 
multi-button blouse that went to my neck, with 
balloon long sleeves. There was a matching feather and 
ribbon trimmed hat to go with my dress; and a 
umbrella to keep the sun from my delicate flesh. I had 
a small cloth purse that had almost three hundred 
dollars in it, enough to last for a good while in this 
much cheaper economy.

I applied a small touch of red make-up to my lips and 
to my cheeks; but not as much as I observed Agnes 
apply as she was getting ready to go to work.

I walked downstairs and saw Agnes sitting in the lobby 
talking to a man as he looked in his billfold, seeing 
how much money he had. She winked at me as I 
walked by.

******

The streets were dirty. Garbage was simply dumped 
out on the streets. The sidewalks smelled like pee and 
just walking through the brownstones streets was 
enough to make me sick. While I had studied the 
differences in lifestyles, I had become so used to the 
sanitary guidelines of my time, that this made me sick 
to see all of this filth.

When I got on the trolley, some man stood as he 
offered me his seat. When the trolley got to the end of 
the line, someone else pointed out the Police 
Commissioner building to me. I entered the building 
and asked someone for directions. After he told me 
that it was on the fourth floor, I discovered that this 
building did not have an elevator in it yet; although 
the first elevator had been installed in a New York City 
store in 1857.

It is no fun to walk up four flights of stairs with a 
corset on and two inch high heels. I opened the door 
and walked into a hot office. Although the windows 
were open, there was not much breeze blowing 
through. New York City can be miserable in the 
summertime with no air conditioning.

A man at a desk said "May I assist you?"

"Yes, I am looking for Mr. Roosevelt. Is he in?"

 "Whom shall I say is calling?"

"Bertha Roosevelt. I am a relative."

"Sorry, why didn't you say so. We have so many people 
trying to get in to see him to get a job."

He had me wait for about five minutes, then escorted 
me down a hallway that creaked with every step on the 
old wooden floor. He opened a door, motioning me in. 
As I entered the room, a deep voice said "I don't have 
any relative name Bertha. Who are you?"

I turned and saw him sitting at a table in front of an 
antique typewriter. He had his coat off and his sleeves 
rolled up, but it was undoubtedly Theodore Roosevelt, 
future President of the United States. That is, if he 
lives long enough.

"I am Bertha Roosevelt, only I am not really related to 
you. I came here because I need a job and you need 
my skills. I am here to help you prepare for your next 
job."

"My next job? I need help with this job. Can you type?"

"Of course."

"Bully, because none of those male secretaries can 
figure this damn machine out. The job is yours. You 
work in my private office at one of the tables.  From 
now on, you are now my personal secretary."

******

It took me the rest of the day to get used to that damn 
typewriter. It was called a Remington, had a cylinder to 
hold the paper, an escapement that moved the 
carriage after each letter was struck; type-holding rods 
that strike the paper; and a keyboard similar to that of 
present-day typewriters. But it was so damn slow and 
whenever I made a mistake, I had to use an eraser to 
correct my mistake.

Teddy was happy with my work and within three days, 
I had him caught up in all of his correspondence. At 
the same time, I was trying to offer him advice on how 
to improve his police departments. Although he 
listened to me, he also ignored me because I was only 
a woman. What did a mere woman know?

I rented a room in a nearby rooming house because I 
did not want to go back to that whorehouse. I also 
bought another dress so that I now had two dresses. 
After wearing the same dress three days in a row, I 
needed something that was clean. While my co-
workers could wear the same clothes two weeks 
straight and cover up their body odor with very cheap 
cologne, I could not live like that.

I had adopted an outgoing but not flirtatious 
personality for this new identity. I discovered that 
being a woman was almost the same as being a man. I 
got up in the morning, ate breakfast, dressed and went 
to work. Because I was so busy with my 12 hour 
workdays, I almost forgot that I had changed sexes.

Except that I did not like being treated as a second 
class citizen by most of the men in the office. The male 
Negro janitors got more respect than I did from some 
of my co-workers. I wanted to stand up and scream 
that I was a Professor of History sometimes when 
someone looked at me as if I was just a dumb woman. 
As soon as I resolve this Bailey problem, I think that I 
will get very involved in the Women's Rights Movement 
and help insure that they get the right to vote in 1918.

******

I had just revised a document that Teddy gave me to 
type, except that I added a couple of line items that 
were in line with his thinking. As I studied the finished 
paper, someone interrupted my thinking "Excuse me, 
ma'am. I am Harlan Bailey. Is Mr. Roosevelt in?"

I turned around quickly because Harlan was one of the 
ancestors on the list. Standing just inside the door, 
was a man in his late forties, wearing patched bib 
overalls and a flannel shirt. His hair was greased 
down, he hadn't shaved in a week, and his hat was 
covered with sweat stains.

I gave a big smile as I replied "He went to a meeting. 
May I help you?"

He shuffled his feet a little as he replied "I am here for 
the job of carriage driver. Luke over at the livery stable 
sent me over here."

"I see. I was not aware that we were looking for 
someone. Tell me about yourself."

"Shucks, ma'am. There ain't nothing I can't do. My boy 
Earl and I used to work a farm up near Mount Marcy. 
We came down to the city to find work. I need to help 
Earl get a city job so that he won't have to live the rest 
of his life as a farmer."

"Where is Earl?"

"He's right here. Come on in Earl. The young lady 
wants to meet you."

A six foot four inch tall young man walked into the 
office. He was very handsome and looked to be about 
twenty to twenty-five years old. As I looked at the 
father and son, I recognized that this was too much of 
a coincidence and that one of them was probably Tom 
Bailey. If I let them get out of my sight, then it will be 
difficult to follow them.

It is only June 18th. I have been here six days. I have 
until July 26th to find out which one is really my 
fellow time traveler. I had my formula prepared but 
could not inject it into just anyone, because it could be 
fatal to some people. So I had to be sure who I injected 
it into.

"You are hired. In fact, you are both hired. I need an 
assistant. Earl looks like a bright young man and I can 
teach him how to type."

Chapter 4 - Is it Earl?

Teddy gave me hell but finally gave in because I 
volunteered to pay Earl from my own meager salary. 
The first day convinced me that Earl had never seen a 
typewriter keyboard before. While I could push the 
Remington at a respectful 30 words per minute, his 
speed was something like one word per minute. Teddy 
just looked over his glasses at me, but left it up to me, 
to get the work out on schedule.

Very early in the first morning, I discovered that Earl 
liked to stare at me. He would try to be discreet, but 
some of the time he would just stare at me as if he had 
never seen a woman before. Although his actions were 
subtle, it was impossible to ignore the frequent bulge 
under his trousers from an erection.

I supposed if I had been born a woman, I would have 
enjoyed his attraction for me. But I gave up on sex 
almost twenty years ago. Somehow, the thought of 
allowing a man to stick his cock into me, was not a 
very appealing thought.

By lunchtime, Earl was becoming more aggressive in 
his actions and comments to me. This made me 
nervous. As I reviewed the single page that he had 
worked on all morning, he said "I must admit that I 
have a hard time thinking of any woman as being my 
boss; especially someone as attractive and young as 
you. It's so much easier to think sexy thoughts about 
you than to think about taking orders from you."

I felt a wave of surprise, even though I had ignored 
very similar comments from some of the other men 
office workers. I also felt something else. I felt aroused. 
Covering up my surprise at my reaction and 
embarrassment, I answered "That is a topic that we 
must not discuss within this office."

******

About six thirty, I finished my filing and turned 
around to see Earl turning the key to Teddy's office 
door, locking just me and him in; and anyone else out. 
The last person in the outer office had just left and 
only the two of us were left in the office.

I was speechless and must have looked like an idiot 
with my mouth hanging open. After a few long seconds 
of him staring at me intently, I said, "It's time to go 
home" and got up.

He shook his head and softly said "Sit back down. We 
need to have a talk about personal needs. We also 
need to develop a better working relationship."

I was dumbfounded. I knew what was going on, and 
didn't like it. Or did I? Although I was nervous and 
scared of what he could do to me, I found that I was 
feeling new emotions that could only be described as 
sexual excitement.

While I wanted to get angry at his assumptions, I 
decided that maybe this was my golden opportunity. 
My objective was to get close enough to Earl and 
Harlan to determine which one of them was really 
Tom. If I let Earl become my boyfriend, then I can 
spend more time with him and his family.

I admitted to myself, that I was attracted to him and I 
did have a woman's body. A woman's body that had 
survived six weeks in a whorehouse. Granted, I was 
not in it at the time. I became quite scared as I realized 
that I really wanted him to seduce me. I felt confused 
as I realized that I felt a sexual desire for a man. For a 
moment a strong fear cursed through my body making 
me feel so naked and scared.

Earl gave me a lewd smile as he sat down on the table 
edge next to me. I felt flustered when he winked at me. 
I felt weak and powerless, as I tried to hide my 
trembling. He stared at me while I prepared myself to 
let him do whatever he wanted to do to me.

"How come an attractive woman like you, ain't 
married?"

"Never met a man that interested me."

"Is that so? Does that include me? I know it can't 
because we just met. I get along good with women. All 
women. Say, is it true, what Hodkins is saying about 
you?"

"I don't know what Hodkins is saying about anything. 
We just pass each other in the hall and don't talk."

"Hodkins likes to .... shall I say, play around a little. 
He visits some of the bawdy houses and thinks that he 
saw you working in one of the big ones over near 
Fourteenth."

"I have too much respect for myself to ever do that." I 
honestly replied.

He smiled. Speaking slowly, softly, and deliberately, 
"Yep, I could tell that you are a lady of respect. But 
there are some other things that I can tell about you 
too. I know what you want, and I know that you want 
me. I saw it in your eyes. You stared at my erection as 
if you had never seen a boner before. Yes, ma'am, I 
know what you want and need. You turn me on. And I 
know that I can turn you on. I am a big man in many 
ways and I can make you feel so good inside."

He stared into my eyes for a moment before he stood 
up and walked behind me, placing his large farmer's 
hands on my shoulders. I felt a wave of sexual arousal 
flow through me, with that sensitive touch.

As he rubbed my shoulders, he whispered "I want to 
see your naked breasts, Bertha. I want to taste your 
nipples."

One of his hands continued rubbing my shoulder, but 
the other one drifted down to where it was rubbing the 
area just above the breasts. I did not react and 
pretended not to have noticed it, as he continued his 
gentle rubbing motion. Under my corset, I could feel a 
sensation that I could only attribute to my nipples 
becoming erect under the very confining garment.

Earl made a slow, subtle motion, shifting his body 
slightly so that he was standing beside me, with his 
legs spread apart. I found myself looking at the bulge 
of his erection in his pants.

Slowly he pulled me up to a standing position as he 
bent over to kiss me. For a moment our lips met, then 
our tongues intertwined as we shared our passion for 
each other.

With one motion, he pushed all the paperwork off the 
desk as he said "I wants you to take out my big, long 
cock and hold it in your warm hands. I want you feel 
how big it is. How warm it is. I want you to think 
about how nice it will feel inside you. You want me to 
fuck you, don't you. You want my big cock to slide up 
your pretty, tight pussy as I play with your ass with 
my fingers. Have you ever been finger fucked in your 
asshole, Bertha. You will like it because I will be 
stroking my hot cock in your wet pussy at the same 
time."

I groaned as a shudder shook my body and a warm 
wet sensation filled some secret spot deep inside me. I 
stepped closer to him and tried to put my leg around 
his leg, but my tight skirt prevented me from climbing 
on top of him.

At that moment, I knew that I had just let him know 
that he could do anything that he wanted to do to me. 
He pushed me down on the table with him on top of 
me. He was squirming all over me as he pushed his 
tongue down my throat and passionately kissed me for 
a minute. I could not resist, and embraced him as he 
fondled my ass through my clothes as he ground his 
cock against my hungry body.

"I like you. And you like me if you won't admit it now. 
You know what you want and go after it, don't you. 
You want me to fuck you. You want me to stick my 
cock as far up your pussy as I can get it, don't you. 
Tell me you want me. Talk dirty to me. Tell me to fuck 
you, my young firm titty Bertha." he commanded, 
using a mixture of heavy grunts mingled with the 
words.

I was sucking on his neck and ignored him. He pulled 
himself loose and stood up as he angrily said "Listen, 
woman. If you want me, you have play the game. I 
don't want a lady in my bedroom. I want a woman that 
let's it all hang out. A woman that shows me that she 
wants it too. Now, you can be your little polite, virgin 
child at work, but when you are in bed with me, you 
have to be a woman. Understand."

I looked him straight in the eyes, knowing that my 
green eyes must be flashing as I said in my most 
seductive, husky voice "Fuck me. Fuck me now with 
that big cock. I want you. I want to feel your cock slide 
into my wet pussy. I want to feel that big, slippery 
shaft slide into me as you hump me."

He ripped a couple of buttons on my blouse as he 
helped me undress. Or rather as he pulled my clothes 
off of me. Within seconds, he had me down to my knee 
high sockings, which he left on me as I helped him get 
out of his suit. It was very easy to undress him, 
because he didn't wear any underwear under his wool 
suit.

He picked me up and placed me on Teddy's big desk 
after knocking everything off of it. His cock was fully 
hard and sticking straight out from his body as he 
whispered "Yeah, you love my cock. It get hard when 
you stroke it. Yeah, like that. Put your other hands 
down on my balls and tickle them. Oh, god, that feels 
so good. You are making me so hard. Stroke me 
slower. Yeah, let me feel your soft palm as you slide 
your hand up and down my hard shaft. Talk to me, 
Bertha."

"I need you to fuck me. I can't wait to feel it as you 
pump your wet, spurting cum all over my boobs. I 
want to watch it shoot out all over my body. I will 
watch your hard cock jerk as the creamy, white semen 
spurts out. I will let it ooze down my body. My body 
will be coated with your creamy, white, thick sperm all 
over it. I will rub it with my hands, smearing your 
slippery jism onto my body."

I felt drunk with desire for him. As I stroked his cock, 
he put his hands on my breasts and slowly pushed me 
down so that I was lying back on the big, hard 
desktop. I slowly spread my legs, exposing my naked 
crotch, hoping that he was ready to explore that 
hungry area. Instead, he placed his hands on my 
breasts as he slowly began to caress and tease the very 
sensitive mounds of female flesh bouncing on my 
chest.

I felt him climb up on the desktop and straddle me as 
he rubbed my breasts with his rough hands. Then I 
felt something quite strange but very wonderful as the 
most intense orgasm that I had ever experience roared 
through my body, causing me to shake and shudder 
as it ripped through me. I could faintly hear myself 
moan. 

He gave me a couple of seconds to enjoy that 
wonderful feeling and then he shifted his body as he 
rubbed his hard cock against my breasts and nipples. 
Then with his hands, he pushed my breasts together, 
forming a tunnel of my breast flesh that he used to 
stroked his cock with. I started shaking again and he 
dragged his cock down my stomach, where he paused 
as he pressed it into my belly button. Then he changed 
position so that his big cock was swinging only inches 
above my pussy.

I spread my legs allowing him to put his muscular legs 
between mine; then I slightly shifted position so that 
my legs were raised and bent. He positioned his cock 
between my legs, before he pushed that rock hard 
shaft inside me. At the first touch of it against my 
vagina, I jerked as I felt that now familiar wetness flow 
through me. He slowly pushed it, causing just a 
moment of friction that was quickly replaced with the 
most wonderful sensation. 

I just laid there, as he began to slowly and deliberately 
fuck me. I could feel his big and I do mean big, cock 
push deep into me and then try to withdraw as my 
grasping pussy tried to hold onto his cock. It didn't 
take too many of those push/pull motions, until we 
both increased the pace of our humping. As he stroked 
it in me, my hips moved up to meet him. As he 
withdrew, I would pull back somewhat before I would 
quickly rise to meet him again. He would lift himself 
up slightly so that only the cockhead was in me, and I 
would rotate my hips as he re-entered me, making his 
cock bend and squirm as it forced itself back deep 
inside me. And then I wanted to scream as another 
intense orgasm exploded inside me.

He shifted into a pushup position so I could see his 
large, purple cock slide in and out of my wet pussy. 
His cock was wet with my juices. My pubic hair was 
glistening wet from my secretions that had dripped 
from his dick.

He dropped down from his pushup position so that he 
was resting on his elbows and his hairy chest was 
rubbing against my tender nipples. He put his hands 
in my hair and started giving me hard and long 
strokes as his tongue forced it's way into my mouth. I 
started matching his rhythm but he dropped more of 
his weight on my body so that I was not able to move 
much as he increased his stroke power. With each 
deep stroke, I could feel his ball sac slap against my 
ass.

Then I felt him tense. As the first hot, burning load of 
semen pumped into my body, I felt another orgasm 
coming on. I started to scream but his hand muffled 
me as the spasm after spasm of cum gushed deep into 
me.
Chapter 5 - Or is it Harlan?

After we dressed, we cleaned up our mess. It was easy 
to put everything back on the desk, but there were 
pussy juice stains on Teddy's leather desk blotter that 
would not come out. Finally we got it as clean as it was 
going to get and left it. Earl escorted me to my 
boarding house room, where I fell into the most 
relaxed sleep that I have had since I time jumped back 
to this time.

I had the most wonderful dream. I dreamed that Earl 
had two big cocks and somehow he was able to fuck 
me as I sucked the other one. I don't remember how it 
was done, only that I woke up remembering how 
realistic the dream seemed.

My vagina still smelled musky and I had to wash twice 
until I was comfortable with the smell. I needed a 
douche, but didn't know where to buy one or how to 
make one. My inner legs were tender and had just one 
little spot that came close to being called a bruise. And 
my vagina was very tender, as were my breasts from 
his rough face.

I put on my other suit, knowing that I would have to 
come home tonight to repair the one that Earl ripped 
as he undressed me. I quickly dressed and walked to 
work, wanting to get there before Teddy came in.

When I walked into his office, he was already sitting at 
his desk, reading something. "Good morning. That 
young man may just learn how to type after all. That 
was a good decision to hire him. After he gets trained, I 
will find some other duties for you. I like the way that 
you write and some of your ideals. Only we can't let 
anyone know that you are assisting me with my 
writings. Too many people think that this is a man's 
world."

******

Earl and I didn't say much to each other all day. I 
would look up and find him staring at me. As soon as 
he would catch my eye, he would smile at me. About 
10 am, Teddy said "Bertha, I need you to take this 
paper up to my cousin's country house. Let him look 
at it. While he is looking at it, you can go over to my 
nearby weekend house and relax for a couple of hours. 
I will have Harlan drive you in my carriage up there."

"I don't mind driving her." quickly said Earl.

Teddy adjusted his glasses on his nose and frowned as 
he answered "You need to learn how to type."

******

The carriage ride out to the country was uneventful. I 
tried to talk to Harlan but only got "Un-hun" or "Un-
Un" from him. It was almost as if I was talking to a 
stone wall. We were in a small horse carriage and I 
was on the front seat with Harlan, which was very 
uncomfortable. Not only was there the frequent strong 
smell from very fresh horse droppings, but Harlan 
liked to chew a big wad of tobacco. I think that he 
didn't talk much because he couldn't move his tongue 
around the big wad of tobacco in his mouth. About 
every four or five hundred feet, he would spit a big 
thick stream of tobacco juice at something on the side 
of the road.

We got out to Teddy's cousin's place about 11:30. He 
looked at Teddy's paper; as he told me that he would 
bring an answer over by 4 PM to Teddy's house. He 
gave me the key as he gave directions to Harlan.

This was not Teddy's main country house, but was one 
that he used for a quick weekend in the country. No 
one was there, but we found some food in the kitchen 
and I made us some sandwiches. While I was fixing the 
food, Harlan pulled out a bottle of whisky that he had 
brought with him. We went out onto the front porch 
and sat in the swing, feeling the refreshing summer 
breeze as we ate our lunch. He offered me a drink of 
the whisky but I did not want any.

"How's my boy doing?" suddenly asked Harlan, saying 
something for the first time. Must be the whiskey 
talking.

"Good. He should be a good typist by the end of the 
week. He learns quickly."

"I want to thank you for giving us a job. My wife is very 
happy that you are helping us."

"I didn't know that you were married. I assumed it was 
just you and Earl."

"No. It was my wife's ideal that we move down here. 
She had enough of the farm life and wanted to see our 
boy where he could make something of himself. Ever 
since she talked to that preacher last week, she has 
been after me, to move down here. I love my wife, even 
with her curse."

I looked at him with a puzzled look and asked "Curse?"

A flash of embarrassment crossed his unshaven face 
as he said "Yes ma'am. I calls it a curse; she calls it a 
blessing. About two years ago, she got religion mighty 
bad, refusing to let me sleep in the same bed with her. 
Calls it a sin because it permits fornication. The 
preacher convienced her it was a bad thing to do, even 
with her own husband. She sits at night in her 
bedroom, praying as I sleep in the barn."

******

The summer breeze, the full belly, and the fact that I 
had a long previous night, was enough for me to go 
upstairs and find a cool bedroom. I opened the 
windows and let the refreshing breeze blow through as 
I stripped down to my panties. You cannot sleep with a 
corset on. Then I pulled a sheet over me and went to 
sleep.

It was another wild and realistic dream about Earl 
fucking me. He was rubbing his cock around my face 
and I was trying to catch it with my mouth but 
couldn't. Then he grabbed my wrist, pulled my arms 
up and....

I woke up. Not from the dream, but because my arms 
were being pulled up. I looked up to see Earl pulling a 
rope tight against the bed and I felt a pain as the rope 
tightened against my wrist. I struggled, but he pulled 
harder. I tried to kick him, but my feet had already 
been tied. I trashed on the bed but couldn't move 
because of the way that his ropes pulled me spread-
eagled on the bed.

"Harlan, let me go now and I will forget this. I 
promise."

He finished tying the knot that he wanted on the 
headboard before he picked up his whiskey bottle. He 
turned it up, taking a big drink, letting some of the 
whiskey dribble down his chin. Then he threw the 
empty bottle to the floor, wiping his chin as he looked 
at me, with a wild look in his eyes.

"Harlan, don't do this to me."

"It ain't right, even if it is God's word. A man needs a 
woman. The woman has to take care of her man's 
needs. I got a woman, but she don't take care of me. 
She refuses to let me touch her. It ain't right. I need a 
woman to take care of me."

"Harlan, cut me free. Now." I screamed as I pulled at 
my bonds.

"Fucking woman needs to be taught her rightful place. 
I give her everything and get nothing back." he 
grumbled as he removed his boots.

"You can go to jail for this. Do you know that? Harlan, 
are you listening to me." I tried to say in a calm, cool, 
collected voice as he kicked his boots across the room. 
I watched as he pulled down his bib overalls, revealing 
a very dirty pair of long underwear. I could see 
numerous pee stains on the once white cotton 
underwear that he wears for weeks before washing.

He ignored me as he pulled off his underwear. Then he 
picked up a knife and cut my panties at the side so 
that they fell off of me. He threw the knife into the 
floor, causing it to vibrate as it stuck into the wooden 
floor.

He took the wad of tobacco out of his mouth and laid it 
on the bedside stand as he climbed on the bed and 
straddled my stretched body. He looked down at me, 
with a mad glaze to his eyes as he whispered "A man's 
gotta do what a man's gotta do. I need this. I need this 
bad. I wanted to do this to you when I first saw you 
sitting so pretty at that desk. You don't know what it 
felt like, to ride up here beside you. With the wind 
blowing your hair. Smelling that good perfume that 
you use. Looking at your calves as you lifted your skirt 
to climb in the buggy. You don't know what you did to 
me. I am a man. No matter what my wife says or 
doesn't do. I have to have a woman. I got these strong 
desires that I can't control. You don't know what it is 
like to be a man and to see a fine young filly like you. 
To look at your slender waist and to watch your bosom 
heave as you breath. To see you naked like this and to 
know that I can have you. No, I know what I am 
doing."

He put his hand on my naked breast. But it was a soft 
touch, a very gentle touch. Then he slowly bent over, 
forming an "O" with his mouth as he stared at one of 
my nipples. He slowly approached it, letting his breath 
blow against the nipple long before his lip gently 
touched the nipple. Then he slowly wrapped his lips 
around the nipple, not sucking, just holding my nipple 
in his wet mouth as his warm breath flowed around 
my breast from his nose. For almost thirty seconds, he 
sat like that, with just my nipple in his mouth.

Then he fell on me as his body collapsed. The dead 
weight wasn't that much but the sudden shock almost 
knocked the breath out of me. As I gasped for breath, I 
could hear him sobbing. He was lying on my breast 
and crying. I said "Shh. It's all right. Untie me and talk 
to me."

He laid on me for over a minute, crying. Then he rolled 
off the bed, picking up his empty whisky bottle. He 
dropped it to the floor with a clank as he said "I am 
out of courage. I can't get it up and the bottle is 
empty."

He picked up the knife, slicing through a rope, which 
released me. He dropped the knife to the floor, then 
stumbled over to a chair. After I untied myself, I looked 
at him. He was sitting naked in the chair, sobbing to 
himself.

I walked over to the chair, sitting on the big armrest. I 
pulled his head up and buried his dirty head between 
my bare breasts as he sobbed "I didn't mean it. I 
wouldn't hurt you for nothing. It was the whisky. And 
my wife's curse. Please forgive me."

"I know that you wouldn't rape anyone. You and your 
wife need help." as I looked at his very soft and small 
cock. Earl might want to look into his parentage 
because he surely did not inherit his very large cock 
from Harlan's side of the family.

As I slid down the chair so that I was looking into his 
eyes, I said "I know what you need. I know the strong 
feelings that you have but can't find release. I 
understand your male needs so well that I don't have 
to ask you what you want. I understand why you tried 
to rape me and I forgive you. I also have desires. I will 
help you, but you must let me take control of you. I 
will do to you what you want, but I will do it when I 
want to. For the next hour, you must yield totally to 
my sexual simulation. I'll keep you hot, hard, and 
throbbing for a long, long time; as I delay your orgasm 
so that your ecstasy builds beyond anything you've 
ever had before. It will be the best orgasm you've ever 
experienced."

He didn't say a word as I slowly moved around to the 
front of the chair so that my breasts were touching his 
bare knees as I kneeled down. I wasn't sure exactly 
what I was going to do. Then I remembered that night 
years ago when I hired the prostitute for an all-nighter. 
I couldn't get it up at first. She found a way to get my 
cock hard.

I started tickling the insides of his legs, with my 
fingernails, knowing that simple motion would cause 
him to spread his legs as wide as I needed. I blew with 
my breath on his inside leg hair as my fingers slowly 
snaked up his legs before I slowly eased them back 
down again.

As my fingers came back up, I allowed one finger to 
barely touched the bottom of one of his balls. He 
jerked as if an electric shock shot through him. I 
noticed that his cock twitched and slightly changed 
position. I slid my fingers back down as I lightly blew 
my warm breath on his groin area.

"Do you like for me to do this?" I whispered "Feel my 
warm breath flow across your naked body. Feel my 
warmth sink into your groin. Feel your cock get hard 
as it absorbs the warmth from my breath. Do you want 
me to get you hot? I warn you that I will have to get 
your cock wet if I get you any hotter. Wet from my 
salvia. Do you mind if I let some of my salvia drool on 
you, Harlan?"

"God, no. Do it. Do it. Just do it."

As he watched me, I stuck one of my fingers deep into 
my mouth, then twirled it as I made sure it was coated 
with my salvia. Then I ran my hand up the fronts of 
his thighs all the way up to his groin, saving my wet 
finger for one of his balls. As I caressed the hairy sac 
with my wet finger, he jerked, then reached his hands 
for me. I used my other hand to stop him from 
moving."

Between his spread legs, I could see his cock 
beginning to stand straight up. I wet another finger 
which I used to attack his belly button. I straightened 
my legs so that instead of sitting on my legs, I was now 
on my knees.

I moved my hand up his belly button, up his chest, to 
his open mouth. I let my finger slide into his open 
mouth, feeling him suck on it, as I gently probed his 
tongue. Then I formed my finger into a hook and 
pulled his head forward until it was almost at my 
breast. I pulled my finger out and put my hands in his 
hair, pulling his face to my nipple. Harlan tilted his 
head forward and kissed the side of my breast. Then 
he slowly opened his mouth to take the entire nipple 
into his mouth; as he put his free hand on my other 
breast. He gently squeezed one breast as he slowly 
drew my nipple into his mouth. With one slow 
movement, he sucked the entire nipple into his mouth. 
He began to suck and suck on the nipple as if he was 
nursing from my breast. I stroked the side of his face 
as he lovingly sucking my nipple but I had more in 
store for him.

As he sucked on my turgid nipple, I wet another finger 
and stuck it in his ear. I felt a deep growl from his 
throat, which was his signal that he was almost ready 
for me.

But was I ready? I dropped one hand down between 
my legs and felt a damp area, which had slipped up on 
me as I concentrated on Harlan. I moaned from my 
own intense desire as I began to rub my pussy with my 
hand.

I moved his mouth to my other nipple as I whispered 
in his ear "Are you getting hard? I am. I want you. I 
want to feel you cock. To taste your cock. To feel your 
cock slide down my waiting throat. I want to suck on 
your hard cock. I want to feel your cum as it shoots 
into my mouth. Then if you do a good job, I will let you 
eat me. I am so wet. So wet and so warm. Do you like 
to eat pussy, Harlan? Would you like to eat my pussy, 
Harlan?"

I looked down at his cock as I continued fingering 
myself. Then I pulled his mouth from my breast and 
pushed him back into his chair as I dropped back 
down on my legs as I spread his legs. His cock was 
standing straight up. I skinned it down so that the 
exposed cockhead was straining. I leaned over his lap 
and let a little salvia drool from my mouth on the 
cockhead.

He jerked as my salvia landed on his cockhead. I 
slowly stroked his foreskin up and down the shaft as I 
whispered "Look at your pretty cock. It is so huge. It 
wants me and I want it. You know what I want to do to 
it? I want to suck that big, hard thing of yours deep 
into my wet, hot mouth. Will you let me suck you dry, 
Harlan?"

He groaned something that sounded like 
"YYYYEEESSSSS."

I began to rub his cockhead against my lips as I slowly 
stroked his cock. He jerked and had an involuntary 
thrust of his hips as my wet tongue licked his 
cockhead. I kept sliding his throbbing cockhead 
around my lips, with my tongue flicking out to lick 
him.

He moaned, jerking his hips up to face fuck me but I 
pulled back as I whispered "No. I will stop. You must 
remain still and let me play. Your turn comes later, 
much later. Remember that you get to do to me, 
whatever you can do, with your tongue." 

He stopped moving as I knew he would. I could take a 
knife and cut off one ball right now; knowing that he 
would not move until he shot his load off.

The floor creaked as I positioned myself. I looked up 
into his very happy, glazed over eyes. I opened my 
mouth letting his cock drag across my face. I licked his 
cock; tasting his precum. I rolled my tongue along the 
side of the shaft, licking it as I slid my tongue along 
the underside. Then I took his cock into my mouth and 
sucked the head. I ran my tongue along the bottom of 
his cock. I felt his hands on my head guiding my 
movements. I faintly heard him ask me to take the 
whole thing down my throat. I widened my lips to take 
it all as he eased it deeper and deeper into my throat. I 
was no expert at sucking cock but I managed to ease 
all six inches of his cock down my throat without 
gagging. With my fingers, I was stroking his balls as 
they bounced. I continued to suck and lick his cock for 
several minutes. I could feel my own orgasm building 
which was driving me over the edge. As my orgasm 
exploded inside me, I plunged his cock deep into my 
mouth, sucking for everything that I could. Harlan let 
out a low moan as my sucking triggered his own 
explosion that rocked his body. His cock started 
jerking and pumping inside my mouth, filling me with 
his warm, salty cum.

Chapter 6 - Has to be Ethel

It was 7 p.m. Harlan was driving us back to the city. I 
had the paperwork that I was supposed to bring back 
to Teddy, finding it acceptable. I felt the most relaxed 
that I had felt in years. 

Every time I watched Harlan split out a big splatter of 
that tobacco juice, I thought about how strong his 
tongue muscle was. Moving that tobacco wad around 
his mouth all day long, had caused his tongue muscle 
to become extremely strong and to have a very long 
endurance. Feeling that strong, soft muscle, probe and 
tease my very tender vagina had been a treat that I will 
never forget. His wife doesn't know what she is 
missing.

I didn't know how I knew, but I was some how sure 
that neither Harlan or Earl was really Thomas Bailey. 
It had to be coincidence that they showed up in 
Teddy's office.

As for myself, I didn't know who I was anymore. When 
I jumped time, I managed to retain most of my self-
image, even thought I found myself in a teenage girl's 
body. I ignored the sexual differences, the clothes 
differences, the enjoyment of being in a young body 
again, as I concentrated on why I was here. But after 
the last two days of sex with the Baileys, I had been 
turned into a horny little female. All I wanted to do, 
was to fuck. I didn't feel like a stuffy old college 
professor anymore.

Part of it might be because I could not enjoy sex as a 
man. I always came too soon and didn't have too much 
luck at picking up women. I diverted my sexual drive 
into my studies as I turned myself into an almost 
monk. And now, this body enjoys sex. Oh lord, does it 
ever enjoy sex.

I thought about the changes in my personality as I 
adapted to my new gender. I was more outgoing, more 
friendly and not so damn arrogant. For the first time in 
my life, I was happy with myself. I had to attribute part 
of it to my fascination with this time period. After all, I 
had studied this era for years. And now I was here, 
living among surroundings that I found very 
comfortable.

******

Teddy was happy with the paperwork that I brought 
him. Sometime about mid-morning, Harlan stuck his 
head in the door, leaving a small bag on my desk. I 
looked inside and discovered two pairs of panties to 
replace the one he destroyed yesterday.

About lunchtime, there was a knock on the door. I 
opened it and a woman dressed completely in black 
that I had never seen before was standing there. She 
was tall, had broad shoulders and from her facial 
structure, could only be Ethel Bailey. Harlan's wife 
and Earl's mother. She was holding a pie and said 
"Hello. I am Mrs. Bailey. You must be Bertha. Both of 
my men have told me so much about you."

I looked at her black bonnet, her black shawl, her 
black, flowing, full-length dress and her overall huge 
size as I felt a little intimidated for the first time in my 
life.

"Yes. Please come in. I am so glad to meet you."

She walked into the room and looked at Teddy behind 
his desk as she said "You must be the famous 
Theodore Roosevelt. If you ever decide to run for 
President, you have my vote."

He stood as he bowed, replying "My studies of the 
Presidency indicate that it is no place for a man that 
enjoys the outdoors. I have no plans to ever run for 
that office, but I appreciate your support."

"I want to thank you for helping my family. I baked 
this pie especially for you. We would be honored if you 
would join us for supper on Sunday." she said with a 
smile. Then she turned to me, dropping the smile as 
she said "You are also welcome."

I looked at her and the pie. She is a direct ancestor of 
Thomas. That pie could be poisoned. As Teddy and she 
talked, I knew that it had to be her. Just as I wound 
up in a female's body, so could Tom. She had been the 
reason for them to move out of the mountains to the 
city. It was almost as if she was stalking Teddy.

I stepped forward, picking up the pie from Teddy's 
desk as I said "Let me cut everyone a slice." 

As I walked over to my desk, I stumbled as if I caught 
my dress on my heel, falling so that the pie was 
smashed on the floor. I rolled over and looked up at 
her, to see her glaring at me. Then she hid her anger 
and smiled "That's all right, dear. Accidents happen. I 
can bake another pie."

******

The next day, Earl said "Maw wants you to come home 
with me tonight for supper. You can spend the night 
and come back in with me tomorrow. She wants to 
meet you and to talk to you. Be prepared that she will 
read some of the good book to you, trying to save your 
soul."

All day long, I worried about going out there. Facing 
her in her own home. Eating food that she prepared for 
me. Knowing that if she was really Thomas, that he 
would be aware that the FBI would send someone to 
find him. I went home at lunch and got my overnight 
bag. Inside was one needle, filled with the formula that 
would stop Thomas Bailey.

******

Their modest country house had a front porch. On the 
porch, a little old woman in a recliner was slowly 
rocking. Earl stopped me "Granny, this is Bertha. She 
is my friend."

The woman held out a shrunken, frail hand. Earl 
whispered in my ear "She is dying. Cancer. Doc says 
she won't last till Fall. We keep her doped up with a 
cocaine mixture that he gives us. She don't say much."

I shook her frail hand. She placed it back in her lap 
and stared across the street. Earl escorted me inside 
the house.

"Welcome to my home. Please call me Ethel." said Mrs. 
Bailey as I entered the house.

"Thank you. That is a very pretty quilt. Did you make 
it?"

"No, it was a gift from someone."

"Maw, you know that you made that quilt. Your 
memory is not working again."

"Earl, don't correct your mother. Especially not in front 
of strangers. I mean, not in front of friends. I am sorry. 
Your given name is Bertha? That is a pretty name. 
How are you related to Mr. Roosevelt?"

"We just have the same last name."

"Oh. I understand that you just started working for 
Mr. Roosevelt. On June 12th to be exact. What did you 
do before that?"

"I went to school. My whole life revolved around 
learning. So I was a student."

"You went from being a student to being the Personal 
Assistant to a man destined to be President someday. I 
find it hard to believe that he would hire a female, 
especially such a young, inexperienced one, to fill such 
a vital position. You are among friends and can tell me 
the truth."

"It is the truth, Ethel."

"Oh. I see. Well, dinner is ready. Earl, bring Granny in. 
Harlan, please say the prayer tonight."

******

After dinner, I helped Ethel wash the dishes. As the 
men did their evening chores in the barn, she invited 
me out on the porch. To talk, was her phrase.

I sat down in the swing with her after she adjusted her 
mother's rocker so that it was facing us. She filled her 
corncob pipe and offered her spare pipe to me, which I 
declined. We sat in the swing, enjoying the breeze for a 
few minutes as she questioned me about my life. After 
a few minutes, she said "There are a lot of things in 
life, that are not what they appear to be. You know 
that I am not from here and I know that you are not 
from here, either. Let's put the facts on the table to see 
if we can work together."

"What do you have in mind?"

She took a puff on her pipe "I am a poor woman. I 
don't have much except for my family. I want my boy 
to be somebody someday. It's too late for him to 
become a doctor, but his son can become one. I would 
not want anything to happen that could prevent that."

"Sounds like a nice dream. Go on."

"Both of us have to do some talking. I don't know how 
to say this, but I know that you are not who you say 
you are."

"For all practical purposes, I am who I say I am."

She looked at me with an angry look. "You are about 
to make me angry enough to take the Lord's name in 
vain. I know that you used to work in a whorehouse. I 
heard Earl whisper it to Harlan after that first day they 
met you. I couldn't believe it so I went to that horrible 
place and asked. Agnes wants to know if you are 
coming back. She wants to move someone else into the 
room with her. I only did it because my boy is 
interested in you. I have to protect him."

I looked at her and laughed. Before she could respond, 
Granny said "Ethel. I need my medicine. Now, please."

Ethel walked into the house, leaving me still amused 
at her declaration. As soon as the screen door 
slammed shut behind her, Granny said "I am the one 
that you are looking for. Fate dealt me a cruel card 
and imprisoned me in this frail and dying body. I have 
dropped all plans to change the course of history, 
because I will not live until the optimum date. I also 
don't have the strength to carry out my original plans. 
Who are you?"

I looked at the old woman staring at me through eyes 
coated with cataracts. "James Thorton." I replied.

For a moment, the only sound was the crickets. Then 
she burst out laughing in a high pitched cackle. For 
several seconds, she laughed before she said 
"Professor Thorton. You arrogant ass. You were the 
last person that I would have thought of selecting for 
this, but at the same time, you were the only person 
qualified to survive here. That's the name of the game. 
Survival and I have lost. You have a beautiful body. I 
wish you luck in living her life. Well, my old friend, 
what are you going to do to me?"

"I have a needle with me."

"The Triamisu formula, I assume. Good. I can use it. 
Listen to me. This body is dying. It is in constant pain. 
If it wasn't for the frequent doses of codeine, I would 
commit suicide. Give me the needle and walk away 
from here. Tonight after the big cow puts me to bed, I 
will inject myself with it. I will either die returning 
control to the host or this body will die. Either way, by 
morning, there will be no threat to history."

"Why did you pick July 26? I think I know why you 
picked Teddy."

"Instead of letting me work on my project, they gave 
me a damn report to write. The due date was July 26. I 
became determined to not write the report, so I pushed 
my experiments greatly above the schedule. The date 
has no importance here."

I stood up and looked her directly in the eyes. I could 
see pain in those milky eyes. I dropped the needle into 
her hand. She put it in her pocket as Ethel came out 
with some medicine. As Ethel gave her the codeine, I 
said "I must go back to the city. Can Earl take me to 
the train?"

******

Teddy was already at his desk reading the paper. He 
said "Earl won't be in today. His grandmother died 
during the night. The funeral is today if you desire to 
attend."

I looked at the future President, knowing that he was 
safe now. Then I replied "Yes. I do want to attend the 
funeral. It's a small world, but I used to know his 
grandmother quite well. I do want to attend her 
funeral. Then I will go back to my room to pack. I have 
to quit working for you. Earl can type whatever you 
need. Please don't ask me to stay, because I can't."

He adjusted his glasses as he said "Somehow, I knew 
that you wouldn't be around long. If you ever need my 
assistance, please let me know. Good luck."

******

I placed one rose in her casket. As they lowered it into 
the ground, I walked away. 

I returned to my room, picked up my suitcase, paying 
my bill. I caught a trolley to Fourteenth Street and 
walked the six blocks to the brownstone whorehouse. 
Agnes was sitting on the front stoop smoking a 
cigarette as I walked up. I looked at her, smiled and 
said "I came back. There are some things that I can 
only accomplish here. Does Ralph Thorton still drop by 
here every couple of weeks? I need to find some way to 
meet him."

She snubbed her cigarette out on the step as she said 
"He was here last night. Margaret got him. Did you 
ever get your memory back?"

I picked up her cigarettes pack and lit one, 
remembering her last advice to me. I coughed as the 
warm smoke filled my lungs. I said "Last night, so I 
have two weeks until he shows up again. I have a lot to 
learn and a short time to learn it. I need your help with 
Ralph. He doesn't know it, but he is the key to my 
memory. And the key to who I become. By the way, do 
you know if Ralph chews tobacco?" 



The End.