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The Chain: Link 7

Date: 11/2/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

remembered what seemed to have happened mere minutes before. Please cum on my face, Professor. Cum for me… You can cum in my mouth if you want to. The door opened. He recognized the woman’s Asian features. His eyes fell on the small figurine. He was gathering himself to give her a piece of his mind when a voice crackled from the speakerphone, “PC Whippy speaking. How can I help you?” Alarm caused the Professor to stab at the phone, cutting the call. The woman was smiling with her mouth, but not with her eyes. “Déjà vu,” she said. “What?” Professor Evans squeaked. “Technically, we haven’t met,” the woman said, “but I think you remember me.” “Of course I remember you,” Professor Evans said, trying hard to regain some kind of composure. “Yes, well, that was in the future.” “What?” “Time works in mysterious ways, Professor.” Nothing was making any sense. He needed to focus. He lifted the figurine and brandished it at the woman, who was closing in on his desk. “You… you… You’re responsible for this!” The woman remained calm. “As I explained before, I’m not actually responsible for it. Customer Services, remember?” “I’m not a customer!” Professor Evans exploded. I didn’t ask for any of this. “Oh but technically you did,” the woman said. “Or you will. I’m not quite sure. Even I get confused by all this.” It was useless discussing this with the woman, he decided. “Here! Take the blasted thing.” He thrust the figurine towards her. “First things first,” the woman said, audaciously ... positioning her buttocks on his desk. “I sense you’ve not really understood…” “Understood!” the professor exclaimed. “This is a complete nightmare!” “Maybe,” the woman said, “but it’s your nightmare. You created it. You could have just accepted the gift graciously.” “How could I have?” Professor Evans blustered. The woman shrugged. “Well,” she said. “I can at least put your mind at ease.” Could she? He wasn’t sure, but it sounded good. “Everything that has happened, has happened, to you. The others… Sometimes there’s residual overspill, but I wouldn’t worry about that.” “Residual what?” “Overspill. But it’s only a minor issue. It’s being worked on as we speak.” Professor Evans just shook his head. “The point is,” the woman said, “that there’s no comeback. There never is. You can carry on as normal with no worries.” “Why should I trust you?” “Do you not realise that you’re back where you started? Clean slate. Nothing to worry about.” The laws of physics were not the Professor’s subject, but he suspected they were being unambiguously disobeyed. “Just answer me this,” he said. “Did any of the things I think happened actually happen?” “Oh yes,” the woman said. “They happened, but the only remaining record of them is in your head.” That sounded good, but Professor Evans still couldn’t get his head around it. He almost asked if he could have that in writing, but desisted, slightly worried when he caught the flicker of a smile on the woman’s face. “Now,” she said. “One last thing. You ...