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her release crashed down on her so did an indisputable thought. Only a man with
intimate knowledge of her needs, wants and desires could bring her to such
unquestionable ecstasy. All doubts fell away as they climaxed together, sealing a bond
with each other. She knew without a doubt she belonged to this man. She was Stanley s
lost wife.
* * * * *
Juliana snuggled against Stanley s side and twirled a short strand of his chest hair
between her fingers. They lay in bed, watching the haze of dawn creep through the
windows. She basked in the afterglow of yet another lovemaking session. Stanley was a
generous if somewhat insatiable lover. She slid her palm down his chest, reveling in the
taut muscles of his abdomen.  Six pack had never more aptly described a set of abs.
She walked her fingers lower to tangle in his crinkly pubic hairs and encourage his
cock to return to its previous delightful size. He rested his palm on the back of her
hand, holding it in place.  Keep doing that, he said, shifting his legs to give her greater
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access. She fondled his balls, contrasting the feel of his soft sac with the firm globes
within.
 So when you left me yesterday morning you went back to 1902 to change your
clothes? Seems like a long way to go for some clean underwear.
 You needn t be so indelicate, sweetheart. He scowled but she caught the glint of
humor in his eyes. He slid his thumb along her jawline in a tender caress then leaned
over and kissed her forehead.  I need to take a trip back this morning too. I don t
believe my suit is serviceable.
 Oh? You mean because we stepped all over it and I used your shirt to, um, freshen
up last night? She giggled, recalling how the need to feel flesh against flesh had had
them stripping each other after their initial bout of lovemaking. Their lust hadn t been
satisfied and they d had each other again, this time on top of the trunk. Their clothes
had been casualties of their raw need.
He gave her a sidelong glance.  Your sensibilities have become quite lax since
you ve been here.
She giggled.  No more than any other twenty-first century woman s. We ve come a
long way, baby.
 I m inclined to think you ve gone too far. He winced when she tugged at his
pubic hair. He clasped her hand and brought it to his lips. Turning it over, he placed a
soft kiss in the center of her palm.
 I should have realized that  progressive and  woman in the same sentence rarely
occur to the male mind in 1902. But she could get used to being treated like this by the
1902 male body.
 I had hoped that progressive would not be in your vocabulary at all. He pulled
the sheet up, covering his torso and tucking it over her breasts.
Juliana sucked in a long breath. When she didn t move Stanley placed his finger on
her cheek and turned her face to his.
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 I suppose you find my last comment laughable. He brushed his knuckles across
her cheek.
She smiled, glad he understood.  You seem to enjoy the benefits of having a
progressive woman in your bed.
He heaved a deep sigh then pulled her across his chest.  Indeed I do. Life with you
has never been boring, my love, and I believe it will become more interesting once your
memory returns.
 My memory. A flicker of sadness marred her early morning happiness.  Oh
Stanley, what if I never get it back? Will it matter? I mean, I realize now that we re
married. Will it make a difference if it doesn t return? I ve gotten along just fine these
last four years without any memories.
 My dear, it is one thing to realize you are my wife. It is quite another for you to
remember it. I want you to have those memories, not only because there are many
wonderful things you should know but your life our lives will be much richer if you
do.
Her thoughts were less conflicted since she d decided to buy into the whole time-
travel lost-wife scenario. She liked the idea of being married to Stanley after last night,
she liked it a whole lot.
 Is there always that flash of light and that booming thunder when you, ah, travel?
He gave a quick nod.
 Really? It all seems a bit theatrical, a little too Spielberg.
 Spielberg? What s a spielberg?
 Sorry. It s&  She searched her brain for an old cliché.  It s a bit over the top,
bigger than life.
 Oh. He shrugged.  Well, we are trespassing on several laws of nature. I imagine a
few theatrics are in order.
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