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 Sarah leaned over the metal table with her hands of the side.  She closed
her eyes for a moment, but stood up, rubbing the sleep out of her light
blue eyes.  She looked back down at the table and grabbed a sheet of paper,
glancing at the clock as she held the papers up to view.  11:29PM?  She
looked at the clock wondering if she was seeing it incorrectly from so far
away.  She should be home!  And sleeping!

   She read the paper for the hundreth time in an hour.  It was her college
thesis paper for her 5th year physics class.

   The paper was about the quantum affects of atomic fission.  Many
scientists think that time may actually be places, not a constantly flowing
thing.  These 'places' would exist for each and every moment that's ever
happened.  This idea (or the general concept of it) was called the
mutltiverse, since the idea would mean that mutliple 'universes' would have
to co-exist, each at a different place in time.  Some scientists extend, or
atleast think it possible, that along with these 'places' of time, there
are universes for each and every event that's ever happened.  In some
universe it's 1950 and Hitler is still gaining it power, never having been
defeated; in another, it's 510 and the Roman empire had just won its war.
This idea also includes little things as well.  Maybe earlier that morning
Sarah had drank a glass of orange juice instead of opting against it. 
Maybe she had gotten in a terrible traffic accident and died because a
person in that other universe [i]had[/i] drank a glass of orange juice, and
Sarah's car just happened to be there when they ran the red light 30
seconds later than they would have in the Sarah of this tale's universe.

   This [i]idea[/i] seems unlikely, almost crazy, at first thought, but
Sarah's paper went on to explain it.

   She thought for a moment.  Maybe if she split an iron atom, the released
energy would have to find somewhere to go, and thus it would go into
another one of the universe's.  This would only work, of course, if the
iron was in a vaccum, since air can obsorb energy.

   Sarah awoke a little bit when an idea hit her.  She had been letting the
atoms set on the bottom of the vaccum.  Was it possible that the energy had
been obsorbed by the vaccum's walls?  "The energy shouldn't be released
that way, though," she rationalized in her head.  She had been splitting
atoms by slamming denser atoms into them.  The iron atom would sit still
while 2 atoms on each side of it were rapidly accelerated.  Once the atoms
reached extremely high speed due to the magnetic fields they were stuck
between, the magnet on the side closest to the subject atom would be
quickly removed, and the atom would be released.  It would propel forward,
sans friction, because of the vaccum, before slamming into the the subject
atom.  The atoms had to hit the subject atom directly in the center of the
side (the greatest protrusion of the circular surface into the surrounding
area) so that the atom wouldn't get wedged between the two other atoms and
get launched away.

   Sarah set up the expensive vaccum making sure not to break the Company's
hundred thousand dollar machine.  The iron atom was non suspended between
magnets in the vaccum -- nothing in contact of it.  She let the computer
recallabrate the magnetic accelerators, watching as the tubes moved around.
They oddly resembled the tubes banks use to transfer items between the
customer outside and the teller inside.  The machine blinked its acceptance
of Sarah's commands as the bank-teller tubes started making large sliding
noises.  Sarah thought about the concept she was trying to exploit.  Atoms
were held together in groups because of the attraction of protons and
electrons....  The thing she just couldn't get was, why do atoms stay
together?  They were supposedly the basic building blocks - the smallest
Legos in a way - of everything.  [i]They couldn't be broken down because
there was nothing for them to go to.[/i] By the atomic theory of that time,
atoms simply couldn't go any smaller.  That would be like trying to break
apart a brick wall in the worldly sense.  The wall was held together by
mortor, and the bricks could be seperated out, but the bricks couldn't be
broken down (in this similie).

   That just didn't work for Sarah.  Something seemed missing.  These
'protons' were held together by some mysterious force.  Did they have a
natural attraction?  She laughed; in science, nothing was 'natural'. 
[i]Alchemists[/i] had tried for years to change the number of protons an
atom held, thus changing the substance.  Substances could be changed to
gold, was their idea.  A few substances could be 'combined' to match gold's
atomic number, 253.  Scientists knew in years that no alchemists would live
to see, that some materials went through radio-active decay, in which their
amount of protons did change, but this was a 'natural' occurance, and none
of the changes were useful.  Infact, all forms of radiation, on some scale,
are harmful to human beings.

   The sliding noise of the canisters grew into a shrieking howl.  She
looked on imagining the atoms being released, barreling towards the
unknowing subject atom.  The atoms she had tried her approach on earlier
either hadn't split or the energy had been obsorbed by the vaccum.  Since
atoms are unseeable by the human eye, even with the most powerful
telescopes man has, she didn't know what happened.  Moments after she
imagined the atom's colision, it happened.

   The atoms hit the subject atom on each side, and a loud, thunderous
noise filled the air.  Sarah screamed and leaned over, covering her ears. A
bright light shined through the room like the sun from two feet away as the
protons bonds broke, releasing amounts of energy only dreamable by humans.
"God!" She wasn't sure why she thought it, or what the rest of the sentence
was going to be.  The light subsided, visibly retreating, like a wave in
high tide back into the ocean.  She didn't have time to glace at the light,
and it would have hurt her eyes if she had.  The light retracted back to
the proton pieces in the vaccum, but it didn't stop there.  It kept going,
and started expanding in another [i]universe[/i] in an hourglass shape.  It
had stretched out in a wide triangle around Sarah, and now it was
stretching into another universe.

   Sarah let her firmly clamped hands off of her ears and leaned up,
opening her eyes.  That wasn't possible!  She was in an ally between two
buildings.  One of them looked like the building she had just been about to
fall asleep in.  Ahh, about to fall asleep?  Was she dreaming?  She hit her
self.  Was it true you couldn't feel pain in dreams, because that sure as
hell hurt, she thought.  She shook her head violently.  There was no way
this was real!  She had been moved 30 feet by some weird light while trying
to split an atom?  Impossible!  Everything about it screamed impossible! 
She thought about her dreaming once again, and she realized, if it was a
dream, it was the most lucid dream she had ever been in....  Dreaming about
thinking about being in dreams....  Her physics internship really was
getting to her.  No 24 year old should stay up till 2 everynight in a lab
working for some weird company trying to split atoms.  She laughed to her
self a little.  When she put it in that wording, it all seemed trivial. 
Why did the company even want to split atoms anyway?  She remembered the
bright light and the noise.  That much energy could be used for countless
things.  It could power entire countries for virtually nothing.  It could
be used to make bombs which would release enough energy that they could
have erased Hiroshima like it had been a blemish on the Earth's skin.

   She sat down on the ground and thought.  If it was a dream, why wasn't
she just appearing some where?  Why wasn't she in the middle of Wal-Mart
naked in a split second?  Why wasn't she back in the third grade trying to
explain to her teacher how batteries worked in that dream she always had?
Why wasn't she cradled in her ex-boyfriend's warm embrase hovering over him
and moaning as she relived one of their most [i]tender[/i] moments?

   Dreams didn't work like that....  She couldn't get bored in a dream! 
That was crazy...  Unless!  It was a nightmare in which she was bored? 
That didn't make sense.  She stood up from the ground and walked past a
dumpster towards a street.  She looked at the building on her right.  It
was the building she had just been in, but where was the 'SigmaTech' sign
that gleamed over the doorway?  The warm night air felt creepy, and she
looked around for her car after walking to the small parking lot.  It was
empty....  Her car was gone.  Had her car been stolen?  Was that what the
dream was about?

   She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and turned it on.  Her
friends always pestered her about it, but she had to keep it off to keep
from interupting the equipment in the various labs of SigmaTech.  How was
that possible?  Her phone had no signal at all.  There was a tower about 2
miles away, and she was out in the open.  How was no signal even remotely
possible?  "Must be maintenence," she thought, putting the phone back in
her pocket.  She sat on one the edge of a sidewalk with a small Magnolia
tree behind her and her feet overflowing into a parking space split equally
over a white line.

   She pulled her legs close to her and wrapped her arms around them.  She
sprawled back out on the parking space and laid back not caring that she
was in a skirt as she spread her legs wide before laying down on her back.

   She heard sirens in the background.  A police car?  A firetruck?  She
couldn't tell.  The sound was too far away.  Once the sound passed, the
night was still and soundless, interupted only by Sarah's tiny breaths and
random insects announcing their presence to the indifferent world.

   She stood up and sighed.  Her apartment was only about 3 miles.  She
could walk that fine.  She would go home, go to sleep, and wake up to the
world she knew.  She thought that and hurried down the road, in a fast run.

   She walked about a mile before she saw a police car a few hundred feet
down the road at a stop light about to turn left.

   "Hey!  Wait!  Please," she yelled at the car as it started to turn.  She
ran with her flip flops clapping loudly on the assfault.  The car's break
lights slit the night as it stopped after turning, waiting for Sarah.

   She ran up to it, and a dark, tinted window rolled down.  A man who
appeared to be about 40 was sitting naked in the car.  She barely glanced
over his chubby body and face before backing away and screaming, "WHAT THE
HELL?!"

   "Is this a dream?!" She thought frantically, wondering why the hell she
would dream that.

   "Ma'am," he said with a slight hint of condesention in his voice, "why
are you out at," he looked at his car's clock, "12 in the morning?"

   "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"

   He looked at her oddly.  "Uhmmm, why [i]are[/i] you wearing clothes? 
It's freaking 80 degrees almost."

   "Ma'am!  Ma'am!" Sarah started to walk away, shaking her head wildly. 
Her dreams normally had people she knew in them, but who was this guy?  She
heard a door behind her open, and she started to run.  She looked behind
her and saw the man's penis and balls flailing as he jogged.  He had an odd
white cloth on a string wrapped around him on his hind side, and he had
shoes.  He also had a tall leather belt on with the usual cop apparatus:
handcuffs, a gun, pepper spray, and something Sarah couldn't distinguish.

   Sarah ran a few feet, before tripping on a sidewalk.  She fell onto the
gound hard, but ultimately uninjured.  She tried to get up, but the man
pushed her back down onto the ground roughly, hovering over her.  She
looked to her side and saw his penis close up.

   "Is this guy crazy?" She thought after jerking her head away.  She felt
embarrassed despite his awkward comfort with being naked.  She starting
struggling as she felt cold metal handcuffs clamp around her wrists.  Her
head flailed from side to side as she screamed.  "What the fuck?!" She was
mad now.  "I'm being arrested for running from a [i]naked cop[/i]?!"

   The man yanked her up off of the ground, and she flailed her legs trying
to run when she was standing up, her wrists stuck behind her back.  He hit
her in the stomach and she stopped struggling before yelling.  "What the
hell!  I have rights!" She screamed at him loudly, but he just chuckled to
him self.  "And why the hell are you naked?!" He chuckled again.

   "Whoose are you?" He was holding her right arm.

   "I'm Sarah Smith." She sputtered.

   "I said [i]whoose[/i], not who...  Like I care about that."

   "What do you mean whoose?" He looked at her oddly over her shoulder. 
She looked back at him, trying to avoid looking at his naked body.

   He looked at her cautiously for a moment before letting go and leaning
forward towards the ground.

   "Lift up your right foot, please," He said.  The please sounded
automatic like he said it all the time.

   She was confused, but didn't see any harm in that besides him seeing up
her skirt, which was already happening.  She stepped back to hide her
panties from his view as she tendered her foot forward.  He bent her right
flip flop down and looked at her right toe before muttering mainly to him
self, "Don't look homeless..."

   "Bah, now you gotta go down to the station...  I swear you homeless
people mutliply like crazy."

   "Homeless?" She thought, confused.

   She struggled as he led her to the police car, but he had her arm
firmly. "I don't get it," She was being pushed into the backseat like the
fugitives she had seen on Cops.  "You can't just arrest me!  I mean, I have
rights!"

   He looked at her confused for a second.

   "Unless you have a dick down there, and I sure as hell didn't see one,"
She shrank inside.  Did he just mention her private parts?  What kind of
cop was this?  "Then sure I can arrest you."

   He pushed her away from him before slamming the door.  Sarah looked for
a handle, but it was a police car.  Of course the backseat didn't have door
handles.

   Sarah watched him get into the car and straighten his partial loin cloth
under him before sitting down.  He switched the still running car out of
park and into drive before heading to the police station.

   Sarah was freaking out.  She had moved 20 feet from where she was,
wondered towards her home and then been apprehended by a naked 'cop'?  I
didn't make sense.  She was scared enough to where she would have woken up
if it was a dream, but she didn't wake up.  She repeated, "Wake up!  Wake
up!  Wake up!" over and over again in her head, saying the last "Wake up!"
with extra power as to make it happen all the way until the car pulled into
the back lot of a police station.

   The night turned silent again when the man turned off the car.

   She was led inside -- part of the way by her hair when she resisted.

   There was another cop behind a desk with a door on both sides.

   He looked younger than the cop who had 'found' Sarah.  He was naked too,
or so it appeared with his chest exposed in the fluorescent light.

   He looked up at the cop and Sarah dubiously.

   "Wha-"

   "Found her about a mile away on Center Pointe Road....  Doesn't have a
number."

   A number?  Was that what he had checked her toe for?

   The cop behind the desk looked her over before saying, "Damn...  Good
find...  Crazy homeless people are multiplying like crazy." He gave the cop
holding Sarah a weird look.  "Where'd she get clothes?"

   He gave the cop behind the desk a "how am I supposed to know?" look. 
"Anyway, cell 4 should be empty, James." He pointed to door to his right
casually, sipping a cup of coffee.

   They stepped through the door into what could have been a different
building.  It was dimly lit with iron bars making up cells on each side. 
The cells to her right could be seen through to another similar hallway
where the other door no doubt led.  The floors were bare concrete.

   She was led through the door and walked to the second cell on her left.
"Ahh" The cop walked back through the close door, watching Sarah out of the
corner of his eye as he grabbed the keys from the other cop and returned to
her quickly.

   He looked at the key ring for a second before grabbing a key with a
white label on it.

   He opened the cell and pushed Sarah inside before walking away.

   "Hey!  What am I being charged with?" The cop laughed and continued
walking.

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   Sarah stood alone looking through the bars wondering what was going on.
How had she fallen asleep?  One minute she had been trying to split an atom
and the next she was asleep in the weirdest dream she had ever had.

   She thought about it being a dream.  She had nothing to worry about. 
Why had she been freaking out?  She would wake up later in her warm bed,
and everything would be fine!

   She reached that rationalization and laid down on a bed.  The bed was in
the corner of the room with a bare toilet next to it.  It had one sheet on
it, and the matress looked uncomfortably thin.  She laid on her back on the
bed staring at the ceiling thinking for a while.  Boredom crept in again.
She thought it was so weird that she was bored in a dream, but she didn't
let it intrude on her false sense of security.

   Sarah crowled under the thin sheet so she was on the bare matress, and
curled up wishing she had a pillow.  It was early in the morning, and Sarah
hadn't slept much the few days before letting her quickly fall into sleep.

   Sarah woke up and rubbed her head wondering what had woken her.  She
looked around expecting to find her quaint bedroom, but found the concrete
and iron jail cell instead.  She realized what had woken her when she
looked towards the door.  The man from behind the desk the night before was
standing in the open doorway.  He was naked with only shoes and a cop belt
like the other policeman had.  He looked fairly attractive with short blond
hair and light green eyes.  His torso was tan and lean.

   "Come on!  You've got a long day."

   Sarah was disappointed.  She had expected to wake up in reality, but had
woken up in her strange dream.  She decided she might as well go with the
dream since it was bound to happen anyway.  She got up and followed the
exposed man out of the jail and into the back of a police car, wondering
where they were going.  She sat calmly in the back of the car sincerly
interested in where she was going.

   After a few miles and probably 10 minutes, the car parked in the parking
lot of a small building.  The building looked like a city building with a
large dark sign standing in a flower bed by the front.  Sarah was dragged
out of the back of the car and lead into the building.  The hallways seemed
official: clean and silent with cheap speckled linoleum, plain white walls,
and large, metal firedoors.
The duo walked into a room, and a middle aged man looked up as they

entered.

   "Hello." He said it like a secretary, and neither man thought being
naked was even a bit out of the ordinary.

   The cop leading Sarah spoke.  "She needs to get a number."

   "Ohhh she's quite old?"

   "Yeah, we found her on the street last night."

   What was this mysterious number?  Was it how people were identified? 
Her mind thought about the identification numbers used in the Holocaust to
keep track of the Jews, gypsies, and homosexuals, and she shrank inside.

   The man behind the desk stood up and led them through a door.  There was
a large wooden table in the middle of the plain room with a strange table
beside it with weird equipment on it.  There was a computer and tattooing
equipment.  She was led to the table, and she figured surely she would wake
up now.  When she didn't wake up, she started struggling, but she was
forced face down onto the table.

   The two men said something and backed away from Sarah after strapping
her down to the table.  She looked around and screamed wondering why she
wasn't waking up until a needle poked through the back of her arm.  She
fell silent soon trying to fight the tiredness.  The men watched her
struggling body until she fell still, all of her muscles relaxing.  The
buzz of the tattooing needle soon filled the air as the man tattooed
"48932134" onto her toe after checking the computer for a number.  He
whiped a tiny bit of blood off of her toe, and the police man undid the
straps as the other man left the room.  He through Sarah's limp body over
his shoulder as he headed down the hallway from earlier, waving at the man
behind the desk as he passed.

   They didn't usually sedate their visitors, but Sarah seemed
semi-resistant, and they thought she might try something.

   The man walked through a door at the end of the hallway into a dark room
behind a stage.  The man laid Sarah down on the ground and pulled all of
her clothes off before throwing them away.  He looked over her body and
fought to refrain from getting an erection.  He felt Sarah's breasts hit
his back when he threw her back over his shoulder, but he managed to stay
calm.  He found a man wearing a dark blue shirt and told him he was leaving
Sarah.  The man said fine, and the cop left.

   Sarah was still out cold as she was carried onto a stage and set on a
table.  A man was standing behind a podium and speaking.

   "The next girl -- well, woman -- was found on the streets last night. 
She's never had an owner before, and we're going to start the bidding
at..." He glanced at someone to his right behind the stage.  "One thousand
dollars."

   The crowd was 5 feet lower sitting in metal chairs on the ground.  The
man behind the podium grabbed a small metal tube and flicked a button on
it. A TV screen to his left lit up with the content of where the tube was
pointing.  The man slid Sarah's legs apart and held the tube infront of her
pussy.  Sounds of approval went through the crowd as the man left the
camera for a moment.  The TV screen's image moved around crazily as the
camera moved to Sarah's tits.  The crowd let their approval out again, and
soon fell quiet as the man returned to the podium.

   The crowd was small on this saturday morning.  James sat in the crowd
happy that they had finally gotten into the grown women.  Female children
were useless, and their prices often reflected that.

   "One thousand," He said loudly raising his hand and the auction card in
it.

   Two of the other thirty people spoke up.

   "Fifteen-Hundred!"

   "Two thousand!"

   James raised his hand again.  "Twenty five hundred."

   "Three Grand!"

   "Four."

   The auctioneer saw the doubt on James's face.  It was his job to get the
most for each woman.  He turned Sarah over onto her stomach mumbling
something like, "Oh come on!  Look at this beauty!" as he show cased her
ass with the camera.

   James realized this might be his last chance to find a decent girl for a
while.

   "Five!"

   James looked to one of the other men, and he just looked down, but the
other man spoke up.  "Five and a half!"

   "Six." James was determined now.

   The other man was quiet.  James was wondering if he could afford much
more when the auctioneer interupted his thoughts announcing that he had
won. Sarah had been sold towards the end of the auction, but there were
still a few girls remaining.  After Sarah was carried behind the sceenes, a
scared looking girl was led out on the stage.  The crowd looked over the
teenager's body as she stood quivering.  She sold for three thousand
dollars to the man who had bid five thousand on Sarah.  A very young girl
was led onto the stage.  The auctioneer wasn't surprised when no one even
bid the starting 500 dollars.  After a moment she was led back stage again.
She would go back to either the labor house or her owner's house, depending
on where she came from.  Labor houses used unwanted females to assemble
things.  Some of the houses made clothes, while others assembled random
parts.  It was mainly work that factories could automate, but free labor
was better than cheap labor.

   After the auction, James joined a few other men in one of the various
rooms waiting in line.  It was similar to a bank teller situation with
three clerks all standing spaced out at a giant counter top.  James finally
reached one of the tellers.

   "Hello, sir.  How can I help you?"

   "I won the auction on the third from last girl."

   The man typed something in on a nearby computer, and James handed him
his auction paddle.

   "Ok, do you want to pay upfront, over six months, or over a year?" The
man started to explain each option, but James cut him off deciding on the 6
month plan, doing the math in his head.  [i]10% down...  600...  5400/6..
$800 a month?[/i] He could afford 800 dollars a month easily.  He wrote a
check for the 800 dollars and signed some paper work transfering Sarah to
him before heading to a different room to retrieve the girl.  He showed
another employee the paper work he had recieved in the first room, and a
man disappeared to get Sarah.  He came back carrying Sarah over his
shoulder, and the man handed the girl to him roughly transfering her from
his shoulder to James's.

   James held Sarah's legs tightly holding her draped over his shoulder as
he exited the building into the hot one hundred degree air.  He looked
around for a moment before spotting his black Mercedes.  He put his thumb
to the car door right under the handle and he heard it shift open.  He
clicked the unlock button on the inside unlocking the back doors before
putting Sarah into the backseat sprawled out.

   He straightened his cloth out under him before starting the car, once
again with his thumb, and heading to his home.  Sarah woke up rubbing her
head still groggy from the shot as the car pulled into a rich looking
neighborhood.

   "Ahhh...  Where am I?" She rubbed her head, and James looked back
surprised.

   "Oh.  You're awake!  Good!  You were getting hard to carry."

   [i]To carry[/i]?  She wondered where she had been...  Who was this
strange man, and why was she in his car?  The car wound around a circular
road up to a red brick two story house, and the car pulled into a garage. A
black lab greeted the man as he stepped out of the car, and he petted it.
The dog stuck close to the man as he opened the back door.  Sarah laid in
the back seat still confused, and he looked at her quiet for a moment.  The
dog ran off after a squirrel out of the still open garage.  The man shouted
for the dog to come back and looked back at Sarah.

   "Well, come on!"

   She looked at him blankly, no idea where she was or why she was there.

   "Do you know English?" He spoke slowly like he suspected she really
might not know English.

   "Y-yes." It was barely audible.

   "Then why aren't you moving?" He sounded like a mean person reprimanding
someone for doing wrong.

   Her arms were folded under her breasts, and her legs were folded under
her.  She had backed into the car door opposite the man, as far away as
possible.  He climbed into the back seat and grabbed her arm, pulling her
out roughly.

   She covered her self with one hand sparingly as he pulled her towards
the door.

   "Where - " She stuttered.  "Where are my clothes?"

   "Clothes?  It's 100 degrees!"

   He put his thumb to the door, and she heard the dead bolt slide
sideways.

   He pulled her into the air conditioning, and he sighed like he was home
from a long day at work.  He called the dog before closing the garage. 
There was a door to outside that the dog promptly went through leading into
a backyard surrounded by a wrought iron fence painted black.  The man
closed the open door and pushed a button on it, causing the deadbolt to
slide back.

   "Bah, are you going to make me carry you again?" Sarah was frozen by the
doorway freaking out.  There was no way this was a dream.  It felt too
strange, like time had actually elapsed when she passed out.  Also,
everything felt too real, and if it was a nightmare, why hadn't she woken
up?  Her toe ached a little, and she stopped covering her self a moment to
lean against the wall with one hand and grab her foot with the other.

   "4-8-9-3-2-1-3-4?" Why was that on her right big toe?  She looked at the
pale blaack ink confused a moment before dropping her foot and resuming
covering her breasts.

   To her right was a small office, and the small, dark hallway opened up
into a kitchen with attractive granite counter tops, expensive looking cold
tile on her bare feet and dark wooden cabinets.  She walked into the
kitchen timidly noting the mans disappearance.  Sarah leaned over with her
hands on the cool granite thinking.

   If she wasn't dreaming what had happened?  She realized what must have
happened and couldn't help but feeling happy.  It had worked?!  The atom
had split?!  She realized the implications, though, and sank a little
inside.  She was now in one of the many universes in the multiverse, or so
she expected.  She thought for a moment.  What change in history could have
caused people to roam naked and women to be sold?  She realized it could
have been anything.  Sarah thought back to a story she had read in junior
high English class.  She tried to remember the name of the story, but
couldn't.  Something like 'Time Safari'?  It had involved a man who was
going on an expedition back in time to kill a dinosaur.  The dinosaurs had
been carefully choosen because the company who ran the expeditions knew it
was to die anyway.  It seemed quite far fetched because the people
[i]hardly[/i] intruded at all with their hovering paths and shooting the
dinosaurs, but the message of the story was clear.  The moral of the story
was most likely something about little things making huge differences, but
the blunt lesson was that one small thing in the past being changed could
alter the future greatly, like killing a mouse in the story did when it
changed the spelling of words in the future.

   James walked towards Sarah down a hallway from his bedroom having just
pissed.  Sarah heard him walk up behind her, and she stood up straight
again trying to cover her body with her hands.  The man barely looked at
her much to her relief when he walked to the stair case.  Sarah walked back
to the door looking at it trying to get it open.  There was a small pad for
a finger to go, most likely to open it.  She put her finger on it but
wasn't surprised when it blinked red defying to open.  She walked into the
small office and saw another door, but it wouldn't open either.  Sarah
walked back into the kitchen looking for another door.  She saw a door past
a large table leading to a porch.  "Obviously the main entrance," she
thought.  This door was an old style deadbolt, but the key wasn't in it,
and she didn't see it anywhere near.  She saw another door leading to a
back porch across the large living room, but she could tell from where she
stood that it too required a finger print.

   The man wondered up the stairs not surprised to find his son watching TV
in the upstairs living room.  The tall, athletic, 6'3'' teen was sitting up
on a red leather couch with his feet propped up on a foot rest.  His balls
and penis were twisted awkwardly in his legs because of the way his legs
were crossed.

   "Hey Dad," He greeted his father, "Did you find a girl?"

   "Yeah." The son sat up setting his legs on either side of the wide leg
rest looking interested now.

   "How old is she?"

   "Hmmm not sure...  20?  Maybe 22?" He was close.  Sarah was 23.

   "Bah, couldn't find a girl closer to my age?" He said "bah" like his
father -- like it wasn't a word, but more of expressing disappointment.

   "Oh, you're too old for that now.  And besides, you're the one who
wanted to sell Emily."

   The son was refering to a usual custom of the world.  Males were usually
given a girl around when they hit puberty, especially in wealthy families.
That way, the girl was fresh to sex, thus unused and virginal, when the
male recieved her.  The teens usually kept the same girl, letting them grow
at the same time as they did, continuing to use them for sex until they
reached around 17 or 18 and got bored of them at which point they were
traded.  Adults usually stuck with the same woman for a few years,
sometimes longer, but in cases like James' and his son, often times the
father and son used the same girl, especially once the son was older, and
the girl was equally as old, no longer child like.

   "Sean, wait until you see her.  She's ten times better than Emily or
Stephanie." Stephanie had been James' girl, and Emily had been Sean's.

   "Fine." Sean stood up and followed his father down the stairs.

   They got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around before spotting
her by the door to the garage trying to get it to unlock.

   "Ahh...  Trying to escape?" James said it, and Sean laughed a little.

   ---------------

   She scraped at the door frantically like a mad dog trying fruitlessly to
get outside.

   "She looks amazing!" Sean said it casually.  "You found her at a public
auction?"

   Sean dad just nodded his head.

   "Have you tried her out yet?"

   "Nah, I figured I would get her home while she was asleep."

   "Asleep?" The son looked confused.

   "They drugged her for some reason...  not sure why.  Also, she didn't
have a number...  odd."

   James kicked his shoes off to the side, stepping down to Sean's height,
and both Sean and James removed their cloths leaving them selves entirely
naked.

   "Come here!" This time sean said it less patiently.

   Sarah stopped trying to get the door open, turned around and froze. 
They looked straight at her evily for a moment.  Sean had been right when
he judged her as attractive.  She had a pretty face with long brown hair
draping just past her shoulders tickling her back.  Light blue eyes peered
out at the sceene as she stood covering her breasts with her hands.  She
had 34D tits with small nipples.  She was obviously Caucasian, but a
tanning bed tan covered her entire bed from head to toe.  Her legs were
long and slender, holding up her 5'8'' 135 pound frame.  When she had been
facing the door, James and Sean had seen her amazing ass.  It curved out
perfectly, in good shape like the rest of her body, and it sat relaxed like
it was waiting to be grabbed and mauled by hungry hands.

   Sarah looked at James and Sean as she stood paralyzed in fear.  She
subconsciously took in their appearance as her mind felt high on fear. 
They stood at about the same height with the same piercing dark green eyes.
Their jaws looked the same and their facial expressions were identical. 
They looked to have about the same amount of muslcle in their bodies. 
James looked like a slightly older Sean.  James was 32, and Sean was 18,
having been born when his father was 14 impregnating his first girl.

   They stood the same as well with their arms slightly crossed waiting for
Sarah, calling to her.  One predominant difference was that their hair was
different.  Sean's looked slightly oilier and hung down to his eyes while
his fathers hair of the same black tint stopped at his the middle of his
forehead and looked slightly coarser.

   "Fine."

   Sean walked towards Sarah already starting to get hard, his cock
twinging with power as he walked towards her ready to grab her.  She ran
into the office four feet down the hall way and saw that the door was the
same as the one to the garage.  She looked around frantically before
crawling under the desk in the foot space, delaying the inevitable.

   She saw Sean's almost hard cock when she looked up into the shadow
covering her.  His entire groin was shaven, and his balls looked smooth.

   Sarah's face contorted painfully as her head stung, her hair being
yanked as she was pulled from under the desk.  James stood in the doorway
watching his son stroking his cock patiently.  His pubic hair stuck out in
a cloud around his balls and stuck out crudely from his groin.  When
unattended, his cock stuck out crudely his left swinging wildly in the air
as he walked.

   Sarah continued to let out painful squawks as she was led to the living
room.  She tried to keep her head as close to Sean's hand as possible to
alleviate the pain.

   Sarah thought it odd that the father and son were working together to
rape her.  In her world, kids would never have sex in front of their
parents, much less force them self on someone, but it seemed natural in
this place she was in.  They spoke like they were discussing the weather or
something they saw on TV, not like they were discussing sex - taboo.

   James looked around the living room wondering if they should move to
another room, but he decided it would work fine.  There was a large red
leather couch looking up at a silver lined flat panel television hanging on
a wall.  The TV was above a fireplace framed in black tile with a small
area of tile at the bottom.  On either side of the TV was a half pryamid of
cabinets used for both storage and decoration as they stacked up to
showcase the television.  A stair case was behind the couch a few feet
leading up stairs, and to the right of the large couch was a smaller clone
laid against the other wall under a window.

   "Think she'll struggle?"

   James motioned not knowing.  Sarah noticed both of their cocks were
large at what appeared to be just over eight inches although Sean's curved
up slightly after dipping down as she was forced down to the ground still
being grasped by her hair.

   Sean held Sarah's hair taught as he questioned what they should do.

   James answered like he was describing something normal.  "Hmmm." He sat
down on the couch.  "She can suck me first while you fuck her and then we
can switch off?"

   "Sure."

   Their exchanged still sounded odd to Sarah, but the father son duo had
probably fucked girls together thousands of times.

   Sarah screamed in pain as Sean yanked her off the floor disrooting a few
hairs.  She stood up straight, but Sean turned her towards his father and
leaned her down.  She started fighting the sadistic men as she was pushed
down once Sean let go of her hair, but James soon grabbed it bring back the
pain of unwarranted movements.

   Sarah crumpled to the floor trying to hide her self feeling deeply
exposed when Sean's hand skirted her ass cheeks, but she was forced to
stand again by the extreme pain of her hair.

   Sarah cringed as she felt a rough finger slide into her pussy, pushing
around her sides testing her tightness.

   "She feels like crazy tight," Sean said, his father saying, "Good," as
he grabbed Sarah's hair with both hands roughly and forced her closer to
his cock.  She felt the finger, now joined by 2 more, moving around her
pussy like they were looking for something as James let go of her hair with
his right hand, keeping his left grip firm, and held his cock straight
motioning for Sarah to go down on it.  She kept her mouth clamped, but
opened after a sharp twist of her hair which left it stinging for a long
time.

   Sarah thought back to an article she had read discussing breasts trying
to block out the cock head she felt resting inside of her lips sitting
poised for entry at her pussy.  The article had discussed the purpose of
breasts.  Of course they were used for nursing like in all mammals, but why
did human breasts always stay quite large?  In monkies, mankind's closest
relative, breasts disappeared quickly after nursing did, leaving monkeys
indistinguishable in gender without checking genitalia.

   She felt Sean's eager head slid inside of her tight hole roughly.  Had
he been a boyfriend she would have asked him to slow down as she was dry,
but he wasn't a boyfriend, and he didn't give a fuck about Sarah as long as
she felt good for him.  Sarah coughed as James forced him self deep in her
mouth.  She continued coughing and gagged as he forced her down farther,
her nose brushing his course pubic hair.

   She continued trying to block out reality with thought.  Was it possible
that men's cocks had grown in average size?  She thought back to everyone
she had encountered.  They all were flaccid, but they still seemed quite
large, and James and Sean's cocks were at the least 8 inches as she felt.
The article she had read discussed one scientist's theory that breasts had
developed in humans over the years because men, who supplied food in the
hunting days, had taken a liking to the physical abnormality some girls
exhibited with always enlarged breasts thus ensuring their preferred
survival.  Sarah wondered if penis size had played a role in another
archaic sense.  Had it meant how 'manly' a man was?  Maybe men were shunned
if they weren't well endowed leading them to die while others with large
penises thrived.

   She thought she was crazy as she realized what she was thinking, but in
another sense it fit perfectly though her sample size was small.

   Sean grunted and Sarah had to lean forward to keep her balance, pivoting
precariously on her toes, when he slammed forward to burry him self in her.
James continued to bob her head up and down testing her limits, seeing how
much he could gag her short of making her throw up.

   Her pussy felt sore already as Sean slid in and out of the smooth hole,
causing her much pain due to her internal dryness.  He held her loosely
with his palms on her hips pulling her closer after pushing her away.  Her
entire body was in motion as her head bobbed causing James to grunt
delightfully.

   James loosened his grip.  Sarah flicked her eyes up at him and took his
sign to keep sucking as he reached her hair again.  She rested her hands on
the couch trying to support her self, but found it difficult.  She was
standing with her legs two feet apart, her knees barely bent.  It was hard
to balance like that while leaned down to suck James' cock, and it was made
even more difficult by Sean's thrusts as he continued to slide patiently
forward and back enjoying her tightness wrapping and sucking around his
large cock.

   She felt his cock pressing against her cervix painfully when he pushed
deep inside.  Other times she could feel its curve pressing into the top of
her pussy painfully.

   Finally James' cock began to spasm, and she soon felt hot, slimey liquid
being pumped into her briefly.  After James came, he thrusts a few more
times before stepping back and sitting beside Sean.  He glanced casually at
Sean's cock, and