Allison spied the ancient eight-foot high clock in one corner, and began to examine it. She marveled over the fine mahogany and moonwook. The inscription read: Made by John Walker, Hurst Street, Liverpool, 1795.
"Mother, if you could go back in time, where would you anal sex women want to be?"
"Oh, I suppose Id like to go back about two thousand anal sex women years to the time of Jesus."
"Now, why could I have guessed that?"
"Allison, I do wish you would attend church with your father and I."
"No thanks."
"Your great grandfather once told your father and I that his own father knew the secret of time travel."
"Really?" Allison tittered. "And what did his father do? For a living and that sort of thing? Fly UFOs?"
"His father was a horilogical genius employed by the Harvard Clock Company, so the story goes."
"What does horilogical mean, Mother?"
"Horology is the science of measuring time or making timepieces. I got that one right in Readers Digest Word Power Then one day Nathaniel Walker just mysteriously anal sex women disappeared. No trace of him was ever found."
Allison began to inspect the mechanics inside the clocks cabinet. She discovered an unusual-looking lever etched with some words she couldn read due to wear. The lever wouldn seem to move at all.
"Its almost Thanksgiving. If I could spend a day back in time, Mother, I like to be there in Plymouth in 1621 and find out what
anal sex women that party
anal sex women was all about."
"Yes, you and your parties. And I hate those short little skirts and skimpy halter tops you wear. Some of our ancestors attended those festivities in Plymouth almost four hundred years ago, as I am sure you are aware. Well, I have to head back into the city now to meet with the attorney about the will. I dread it. All that traffic. Do you want to go with me?"
"No way! That will take you hours. Daddy should have specialized in wills and estates rather than criminal law. Ill just keep going through all this old stuff. Take a nap on that couch, maybe."
Anne left and Allison went back to the clock. She found some sort of alarm apparatus and attempted to set it.
Suddenly the lever moved as Allison pulled it again. It began to vibrate in her hand and it felt like she held a jack-hammer.
* * *
Allison found herself in a wooded area. She noticed a path and began to follow it. After
anal sex women about an hour of struggling through the foliage she came upon a wigwam, a round-roofed house made of poles covered with flat sheets of birch bark.
A man emerged as she approached. He wore only a breech clout of deerskin looped over a belt in back and in front. A blanket draped over one shoulder. Tall, dark reddish-bronze complexion, incredibly handsome, bulging muscles, his long black hair braided with a single feather worn in the back.
He startled and frightened her. She turned to flee.
"Bachiyuyu wunnaumwayeh!" he called after her in a friendly tone.
"Wha...what? I didn understand you," she replied, stopping in her tracks.
"Bachiyuyu wunnaumwayeh," he repeated. "It means Come
anal sex women here English woman. Do not be afraid of me. I will not hurt you."
"You...you...speak
anal sex women...English?"
"Yes, maam. Picked it up in England a few years back."
"You...you...are...an...Indian? Well, of course you are."
"I am of the Pokanokit Wampanoag nation, from the village of Patuxet, where the Pilgrims have now built Plymouth. The name Wampanoag means People
anal sex women of the Light
anal sex women. Are you with the Pilgrims? Ive never seen you before. I would have remembered."
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