The Time Riders: Part 9

Planning Another Vacation Time Travel.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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Cast of Characters:

Mark
Simmons: 18 year old High School grad,
enamored with Miss Becky Fischer. He finds the time machine and builds a new
life. Uses various aliases in traveling.

Rebecca
'Becky' Fischer: Mark’s Physics teacher.
Very intelligent, in her later twenties, Shapely Tall Blonde, lusty bisexual, D
Cup tits. Martial arts expert, Uses various aliases in traveling.

Henri: Claims to be a French physician and Apothicary.

Chester
Edgerton: Time traveling mentor, living
in 17^th Century French village.

Cardinal
Richelieu: ‘The Red Duke’. Statesman and
Roman Catholic Cardinal. Dispises Queen Anne.

Alexandra
D'Assaut ('Alexa', or 'Lexi': Lady in
waiting (and trusted advisor) to Queen Anne of France, Lusty bisexual, Very
Tall, Busty DD tits, long golden blonde hair, Blue eyed.

Lisette: servant (and lover) of Lady Alexandra, young, bespeckled
brown eyes. Short, shapely, with wavy dark hair, bisexual.

Dhallyla: Mark's mother.

Roxy: Mark's sister.

Nanu: An Egyptian slave of Pompeneia Flavius, purchased by
Becky, dark complexion.

Pompeneia: Roman hostess of Orgies. Lusty wife of Flavius, Mother
of Domitia, bisexual, tall and shapely.

Flavius:
Roman aristocrat, husband of Pompeneia,
protective father of Dometia,

Domitia: Lusty young daughter of Pompeneia and Flavius. A
pledged Vestal Virgin, Escapes to Sumeria when sentenced to death by starvation
by Roman court.

The
Retiallis: A gladiator of the
Collosseum. Prefers the trident spear and netting, to subdue opponents. Escapes
to Sumeria.

Rullus:
A bulky gladiator of huge physical
dimensions. Has an affection for Achilleia. Escapes to Sumeria.

Achilleia:
A fierce female gladiator. Prefers the
whip and sword as weapons. Has a crush on Rullus. Escapes to Sumeria.

Roxy stomped out of his room, trying to not slam the door
behind her. Once he heard her heading down the stairs, Mark sank onto the
corner of his bed and exhaled loudly, another shiver running up his spine. He
suddenly had to pee.

Had he really told Roxy the truth? He hadn't planned
to, but he didn't exactly know what he planned to tell her, either. Now that he
thought of it, telling her the truth was even more ridiculous than any
appreciable lie he could have come up with, wasn't it? Of course she wouldn't
believe him about a time machine, and she was quite reasonable not to. Just
because it was true didn't mean she was committing an error in judgment.

But now what? He had no idea how long her coerced 'promise'
would hold her. She was really hot under the collar, and Roxy didn't take
losing well at the best of times. He'd just have to be careful, he supposed.
More so.

He sighed and looked down at her little weed pipe, still in
its baggie. In a moment of panic, when Roxy had been standing over him and
threatening to slug him across the jaw, he'd made an instant decision; taking a
lesson from his playbook with Becky; and resolved that he would get into
Danni's house and filch the pipe, because he knew Roxy kept it there. He'd
heard her talking over the phone about it with Danni at various points, and
never really thought anything of it. Until now.

He was familiar with Danni's house, since she'd been best
friends with Roxy since they were little. When the two families were having
dinner together, the girls had often dragged Mark upstairs and dressed him in
girl's clothes and put makeup on him, like he was a doll for their tea parties.
He also knew that Danni's parents didn't care if she smoked, because he'd heard
Roxy lament this fact over the phone, wishing her parents were that cool.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to do the math of all this
in his head. It would take Roxy thirty minutes to reach Danni's house in her
car, to ask what the Hell had happened. But Danni would protest, insisting
she'd never betray her friend and give Mark the pipe. Then she'd prove
it by showing Roxy it was exactly where it was supposed to be, which was taped
inside to the top of her underwear drawer.

Only it wouldn't be there.

Unless Mark went back to Danni's place and stashed it again,
before the girls got up to her room. And then got out again. That'd really fuck
with Roxy's head, and make Danni think Rox had gone insane.

It took eight minutes for Mark to fire up and prime the
Holmes Field Device, which was sitting in a corner in the basement that no one
ever used. It was dead space, and as safe as any place else could be that
wasn't Becky's basement. Eight minutes to prime it and program in the coordinates
and the time. Like, literally a minute after he'd apparently gotten the pipe
out of there to begin with.

What?

His mind was almost spinning at the logic flips. He had to return
the pipe before he actually stole it? When did he steal it if he hadn't done
it before returning it? And did that mean he had to steal it twice?

He could account, apparently, for Danni not being in her
room the first time, because he'd seemingly gotten away with it. If he landed a
minute or so after he had burgled her, he would have the time he needed, he
hoped, before she came back from wherever she was.

Return it; steal it later, when no one is looking, then
return it; I think.

He heard the distinct sound of Roxy's Mustang roaring away
down the road angrily. He somehow doubted that he had thirty minutes.

What if he miscalculated and got caught? The obvious issues
aside, how did he explain the Holmes Field Device?

Could he explain it? People in this era thought time travel
was fanciful sci-fi, after all. What happened then?

He dropped the baggie on the bed, clasped his face in his
hands and groaned, the number of calculations he needed to do making his head
hurt. He really needed to stop pulling his solutions out of his ass, he
was going to give himself a time-hemorrhoid.

Time was wasting.

"Wow, Mark," Becky mused as she sat in her
lounger, sipping at the Falernian wine. Her bottles were almost gone, and
they'd soon have to go back to their secret place in the woods and get more. It
had been a rather involved operation, getting the giant vats aged a certain
number of years back in the Roman era, then transporting them into the present
and burying them again, so that they had a large stock of perfectly aged wine.
"You sure like to play with fire, don't you?"

"Tell me about it," he said wearily, as he sat on
the couch, long pull drink from his own wine glass. "Can't believe it went
off without a hitch."

"You were near death that first night with me,"
Becky said rather somberly, concerned about the stress on her student's face.
"And that only required one trip on your part, and my belief in myself.
This little circus, however, I'll be amazed if your time cops don't show up to
lecture you again. You'd deserve it."

"I felt trapped, okay?" he said, trying to keep
the exasperation out of his voice. He knew Becky was right, and he didn't want
to snap at her. It had just really worn him out. He'd lost track of when he was
supposed to be there, and how often. He'd eventually concluded that dumb luck
had saved him from criminal charges, not to mention any other headaches.
"I just; when telling her the truth didn't make her go away, I jumped into
my playbook, which at this time, consists of what