Time Never Waits Pt. 10

She started slathering the head with her tongue. My cock started swelling and lurching as my cum jetted from my balls.

I held her still as her mouth was filled to overflowing with my potent sperm. After my balls had emptied, I let her go.

She stared up at me, wiping cum from her chin and tits.

"OK then, that little problem is taken care of. Where do I start?"

"Go find Consuela and she'll show you what to do."

She got her robe back on and headed inside to change clothes.

I went back to my table. My ice had melted in my tea jar, so I tossed it and went after more. They had installed an ice machine behind the bar. I looked everything over. Then to the outdoor kitchen. The new built in pit was very nice. The main body was native stone. The lids were heavy guage pipe cut in half with counter balance weights to assist in lifting. The meat grates were 1/2 inch welded square bar stock. The fire box was also native stone lined with fire brick and heavy lid. The Argentina grill was set on a stone base. There was a commercial stove and oven. The wormanship was world class all around.

I fixed another jar of tea and sat back down. Thinking about the gold, I went inside and looked it over. I scratched it to make sure it hadn't been switched out with lead. Then I did a count. All present and accounted for.

I stopped by Sabrina's room. She was at her desk talking on the phone. I quietly closed the door, then went back to the office and sat at my desk. Carol was talking on the phone as well. She seemed happy, so I just leaned back and started thinking.

Isabella came in with Alicia in tow. She sat the child down at a little desk they got for her. She headed for the bathroom, smiling at me on the way by. Alicia was staring at me. When I looked at her, she picked up her coloring book and box of crayons and came running over to me. She sat her stuff on the desk and held her arms out for me to pick her up. So, I did. She reached for her book and crayons and looke up at me,

"Color with me."

She opened her book up to new pages. I was faced with what appeared to be a Unicorn surrounded by flowers. Hers was a little girl with a long gown and crown of some sort.

I reached for a crayon, choosing blue. She looked up at me frowning,

"He's not blue. He's pink."

"Ah, I see."

So, I chose the correct color and set in coloring. She looked back up at me,

"Make sure you stay in the lines."

"Yes m'am, you can count on me. What's their names? The Unicorn and the girl?"

"She's Mryian, he's Dartmoor. But she's not a little girl. She's a magical princess. Can't you see that?"

I made a show of squinting at the picture.

"Ahhh, yes, now I see."

Then it was back to coloring.

Isabella came out,

"Alicia, you shouldn't be distracting jefe, he's a very busy man."

I looked over at her,

"That's ok, this is important work. Otherwise this princess couldn't do her princess stuff and ride this horse."

Alicia looked back up at me admonishingly,

"Unicorn."

"Right. Unicorn, not horse."

Isabella smiled and went to her chair and started reading a magazine. I finished the picture and presented it for inspection and final approval.

She studied it carefully,

"You got outside the line here. You get a B grade. You have to practice more."

"Well, shucks, I must indeed strive to practice more. That is completely unacceptable."

"What does strive mean?"

"To try really hard."

She nodded, reached up and got me by the ear and pulled me down, then kissed me on the cheek and slid off my lap.

I headed back outside, thinking about my next moves. Consuela and Marylin were back. Sabrina was at her table with papers spread out talking to somebody on the phone.

I went and sat down, staring out the gates into the distance. I hit the intercom.

"Carol, courtyard, please."

When she got out here, I motioned for her to sit. Something was nagging at my brain that I couldn't put a finger on.

"Look around you. Tell me what you see, hear, anything."

She looked at me a long moment, unsure of my meaning, but she'd been around me long enough to know something was bothering me. So, she closed her eyes and listened.

There. I felt it then. It was like an electric tingle, ever so slight. Movement in the distance drew my attention. I shifted around and focused on it. It was a shimmering orb that seemed to be getting closer. I stared harder. No, not closer, but bigger. I realized it was actually right in front of me.

Suddenly, it was like someone had turned the antenna on the roof and the picture came in with stark clarity.

I saw... Me. I was sitting in the chair I had been in when I started the experiment that brought me here. The wiring harness and helmet, everything. Then I heard the voices. They were frantic, but I couldnt make out what they were saying.

Then the room was filled with a bright, blinding light. Then it went dark. The window disappeared as suddenly as it came.

I felt different somehow. More focused. I saw things more clearly now. Suddenly, I knew what had happened. I'd just completed the transfer of my entire being. That timeline no longer existed.

I had thought that the three day blackout I'd experienced before was the final leg, but I'd been mistaken. Something on the other side had been disrupting the transfer. In that timeline it was moving out of sequence with the one I was currently occupying. There, it appeared as is only a few minutes had passed instead of real time.

Somebody there had done something to sever the link. Now, I was fully occupying this moment. I focused and tried to access various memories. They appeared suddenly as if I were accessing web pages. The blueprints and schematics of the various technology I had studied fastidiously and committed to memory. Everything.

A sudden thought occured to me.

I held up my hands and looked at them. The same.

"Carol, look at me."

She already had been.

"Do I look different?"

She shook her head.

"No. You look the same as you did when I sat down."

I nodded. Good.

"Locate Dave and Margie. I need them here."

"OK. They're in Houston, working on moving that cash."

"Ok, thanks. Don't bother them."

"Is that all you needed me for?"

"Uh, yes, that's it. Thank you."

Damn, I hope this transition is finally complete. Something told me it was. I'd go with my instinct... For now.

I thought about the technology I had developed, the algorithm and processor modifications required to implement it. I was able to clearly access those... files? Is that a proper term to describe a memory? I'd often said in the past... I chuckled at that particular terminology... that the human brain was nothing more than a complex server and database. It received input, then automatically categorized that input, and filed it away based on its core algorithm.

Anyhow, I couldn't do anything about anything concerning that right now. I did have the knowledge to re-engineer the technology that got me here. I just needed to build the hardware and copy the software, from memory. Fuck me. Just one error in a line of code, and you might find your happy ass wandering around Texas alright. In the Jurassic Period. That wouldnt be wise. Or was it even possible? Could one only travel around within the realm of their own existence?

Fuck me, but this shit is getting wierd today.

Maybe I just needed a blowjob.

Shit. I'd just fucked Marilyn a little bit ago. Hell if I know. A dick has a head of its own.

Fuck it. I need to cum.

I got up and went inside. I paused in the doorway, thinking,

What the fuck is wrong with me? I got shit to do besides run around getting my dick sucked.

So, I headed out to the hangar. My plane was sitting in it. I'd never took the time to look it over. So, I did. I walked around it then went up the stairs to the inside.

The interior was spotless. The pleasant smell of some sort of cleaner. Leather and wood. Polished metals. I sat in the seats. Looked through the compartments. There was a fully stocked bar. A refrigerator and cabinets stocked with various foods. Further back was a bathroom with toilet, sink and shower. Next was the bedroom. It had a queen sized bed with built in drawers and closets on the walls.

Final stop, the cockpit. I looked around at all the guages and whatnot. I'd taken flying lessons and had a pilots license in 2022. But I'd never operated anything like this.

A voice interrupted my thoughts.

"You there! What are you doing in there!?"

I turned and walked out, approaching the source of the voice. A man, in his 40's, tall, fit. He was dressed in neatly pressed khaki dress slacks and a white polo shirt.

I held out my hand, he ignored it.

"What are you doing in there? This is off limits!"

"Ok, my name is Travis Miller. I own this plane. The hangar it sits in, and the ground it sits on. I imagine that qualifies as permission for my being here."

That brought him up short.

"Well, my apologies, sir, I..."

"No harm done. I'm glad to see you on the ball out here."

I offered my hand again. He took it this time.

"I'm Terrance Carter. Head pilot. Those other two specimens peering in are the co-pilot, Jack Henderson, and the mechanic, Roy Fuller."

I headed out the door and greeted them.

"Y'all have everything you need? Can I offer anything? Provide anything?"

They all seemed to be satisfied.

"Well, if there's anything you need, just let me or someone at the house know."

"Hey, we appreciate that."

I headed to the lake. The crews were welding in the ceiling. A few were off loading barrels of sealer from a truck. Electricians and plumbers were running wire and pipe in the access tunnels. Other crews were raising the metal buildings that housed the drive in access portals. Everything was moving right along.

I was headed back up to the house when I saw trucks and equipment in the distance. I couldn't make out ehat they were about, so I went and got in my truck and drove over.

It was the pipeline crew finishing up the last leg of water line off the main line running through the area. This would be pumping water into the lake out of a 60inch mainline soon. As soon as my desalination plant was online.

I went on to the house and found Sabrina still sitting outside. Marilyn brought me tea then sat down. I looked her over.

"Well, you satisfied now?"

"I guess. At least I have a purpose. I just need to let my poor pussy recover from the beating you gave it this morning."

She looked at the pool a bit, then continued,

"I guess i need to work on getting your dick in my throat so when you cum in my mouth it doesn't wind up all over my tits. You can cum straight down my throat."

"Well, if that's what you want to do."

"I talked to Consuela about it. She said you can fix that easily."

I nodded.

"Well, will you?"

"If you want. I just don't do shit like that without consent anymore."

"Then you have my consent."

I nodded.

"Later. Right now, I just have too much going on."

"Anything I can help with?"

I shook my head.

"No, just shit I have to work out."

"Well, ok then. I guess we'll talk later then."

She headed back to the bar and I sat back, rubbing my eyes, trying to collect my thoughts into some semblence of coherent order.

I look around. Sabrina was gone. I press the intercom.

"Sabrina, courtyard please."

She came out and plopped down,

"What's up?"

"Desalienation plants?"

"They are being packed for shipping. Couple of days he said, before they're hooked up. All the rest of the shit is in place already. Pipeline is pretty much ready to go. The last report I got this morning is the pipe is being prepositioned at your larger holdings up north and out west. Although, there's a few areas that the lines you own don't cover. I'm working with the legal team negotiating some agreements to branch off existing lines to your regional holdings in exchange for water."

Nodding, I liked the sound of that.

"Ok, Amarillo?"

She shifted gears.

"The buildings are in place. The wonders of pre_fab concrete. The only thing taking so long is sourcing the air scrubbers required for the 'Clean Rooms'. Nobody's ever seen anything that comprehensive before. Everything else is just a matter of puttung it together. Those micro thingies, they sure are touchy, huh? I do have a question, if you need the processor things to make more processor things, where do you get the original processor things to start with?"

"Well, they already exist. In several forms. Compared to what I left behind, these are rudimentary at best. But, I can produce them easy enough. They will allow me to speed up the generational progression without all the required research and development across the first several generations. The equipment I ordered built is actually almost antiquated in the 21st century. But, it will get me there."

She was looking at me like I had sprouted dicks out of my eye sockets. I had to keep in mind that the latest technology revolved around that mobile phone in my truck and fucking beepers. Not to mention those god awful satellite dishes for television. Imagine coming from a world of instantaneous streaming.

I haven't even broached the subject about the nightmare that was coming soon...Dial up internet. That thought makes my butt quiver.

But, one problem at a time. I need to train people to manufacture the more advanced technology. Then program them to keep it secret. We're not talking about the KFC recipe or the Coke formula here. We're talking about technology that can be extremely dangerous in the wrong hands, mainly a bunch of government bureaucrats that are educated beyond their intelligence.

"What about my mineral claims for silica sand? Have the mineral rights been verified?"

"Yes. You own 100% on the properties in question. The pre-fab is already in place. The equipment you ordered is warehoused locally. Just waiting on Mark to dispatch crews up there. I've been looking at local crews, but I'm not liking what I'm getting in feedback from references."

"Ok, not a problem. So, they'll be pumping water when?"

"Two days on the outside. The desalination equipment is all modular so it's simply set it in place and hook up the wires and plumbing."

Excellent.

"Ok, thanks."

I got up and started to leave.

"Travis, have you eaten today?"

"Yeah, some tacos this morning."

She eyed me sideways, but accepted my answer.

I headed out to my truck. Fuck, I need some golf carts around here. I picked up my mobile phone and called Sabrina. No answer. So I dialed Carol.

"Carol, find us some golf carts."

"How many?"

"Hell I don't know. Four, five, maybe six. Yeah six. We need some for security, too."

"Ok, I'm on it."

I drove over to the corporate retreat. They were coming right along. The concrete was poured. Lumber was ready. Good.

Now, off to the apartments. They were finished. I knocked on Lorene's. She was hanging pictures.

"Hey, I want to set up a medical shed. Some equipment in it. Trauma, first aid, like that."

"I can do that. Where do you want it?"

"Over by the guard house."

She nodded.

"Ok, I'll get on it. What's my budget?"

"Whatever it takes. I just want it set up as comprehensively as possible."

"You got it."

Next, Alice. She was putting clothes away.

"Got everything you need?"

"Well, what's company policy on plants?"

"What you have in mind?"

"Palm trees. Some flowers and stuff."

"Sure. Hell I like palm trees and flowers. Knock yourself out."

"Thanks." She smiled.

"No problem."

Leaving, I headed to the control bunker. They had the box sealed in, the I beam supports on, and were applying sealer. Then comes concrete encasement. I went along the access tunnel. It was being backfilled. The two escape tunnels were already completed.

I went to the entrance. They were testing the 1/4 inch plate ground access door hydraulics. I went down in it and walked into the bunker. The access tunnel was big enough to accommodate a five ton truck with a circular turn around at the bunker.

Going it, electricians and plumbers were wiring up receptacles and individual breaker boxes. Plumbers were plumbing the heat exchanger system I designed to cool server banks. Others had already installed tiles on the floor, and were working on the walls. The overhead lighting was in place. It lit the whole thing up like daylight.

I headed back out. I looked for Mark and located him by a table they had set up. He was studying the blueprints for the lodge.

"Hey," I said walking up.

"What's up, boss?"

"How much longer here?"

"Two, maybe three days tops. Got dozers ready to backfill as soon as the concrete sets up good. A day to move dirt. Then spray on bentonite, then it's ready for water."

He looked at the pipeline crew. They were forming up the cradle to hold the main fill line.

"That bunch is a top shelf crew. I know they're laying a mile a day easy. I didn't figure they'd be putting up that concrete form for another day or two. I went back and checked some work. It's good."

"Y'all ready for Amarillo? It's all in place, waiting. The foundation is poured. Pre-cast is on site."

"Yep, I'll send crews out there by day after tomorrow. We paying per-diem?"

"Naw. I figure the can sleep in tents on the jobsite."

"Well, you never mentioned it, and I know better than to assume anything where you're concerned."

"How many you sending?"

"Sixteen. Eight man crews, two shifts."

"Ok, so rent eight rooms, you'll have a compny card to pay the restaurant and have their lunch catered. You work out the details, I want them well fed, steaks, whatever, just don't send me a bill for a bunch of french snails and shit."

He chuckled,

"They know the rules."

We shook hands and I went back to the house.

I found the women in the courtyard. They had the grill fired up, steaks cut and seasoned, taters and cob corn roasting over the coals. My belly rumbled, reminding me breakfast had been too long ago.

I stripped off my shirt and waded in the pool. Mom, grams, Ruth, and Angela were already in. Marilyn brought me a Beam and Coke.

"How you liking it?"

"It's good. Consuela is a stickler for perfection, though."

I nodded.

"That she is. If you can please her, you'll make it."

"What do I have to do to get a small apartment on site here."

"Well, convince me you want to stay on."

"I can do that."

"Then you're well on your way to getting one."

"What else am I going to do? You know my background. You saved me from an abusive marriage. Like I said, I have no marketable skills and I'm too old to run off to college and figure something out. You're all I got. So, I'll just stay here and service you."

"Look, if you want to leave here, I'll get you set up. Pay a years rent or whatever. Vehicle. Money for a years utilities and food. Don't think you're stuck here, and damned sure fon't think a qualification of working for me includes servicing me. If you want to stay here and want the job, it's here for you. The only string attached is you do a good enough job to suit Consuela. I'll have you an apartment built."

"Well, this is all I got, so I'll take it. But, I hope you'll still keep me supplied with a steady diet of your dick as a benefit."

I had to laugh at that one.

"We'll see."

Mom came over with Angela tagging along.

"How's it going out there?"

"Coming along. Few more days and we'll be pumping water into the lake."

"Thank you, son, for everything."

I smiled at her,

"Thank you for being the greatest mother ever."

With that, she kissed me and waded off, leaving Angela.

"I'm with her on this one. Thank you for providing like you do, and thankyou for giving me another chance at life, and this baby. No other man would take a woman with my back ground and treat me as good as you do."