1. Time: Chapter 2


    Date: 4/16/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Author: OzOlvera, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 2 I cradle her head in my hands and mutter a silent prayer before removing the hatchet. Jack the Ripper..who was he? I can't remember. Fucking history man. I lay the cold woman down on the ground and wince as a rain-drop hits me in my eye. It starts to pour and I look around. Grandfather seriously better explain this fucked up shit when I get back; IF I get back. I stand up and look around. I'm in a narrow-ish alley. The bricks of the two buildings I'm surrounded by have been painted an ominous black. The paint only adds to my growing discomfort. I pull out my phone and try to dial the police but I get no signal. Besides, I'm clearly not in the U.S...would I even be able to make a call here? Well, people make international calls every day. Gramps wouldn't have sent me here if the purpose weren't for me to learn a lesson. He must have sent me back in time...it has to be something related to History of course. I shrug and start walking through the now fog filled down-pour. My shoots make and odd thumping sound with each step I take. "It must be the letter" I tell myself. The rain starts to lighten as I round the end of the alley. It seemed to only be about 10ft long. My trench-coat is starting to soak and weigh more than it should. I work against slouching my shoulders and keep going. The buildings all so old and decrepit. Most of them are brick but there are a few amercian style houses. Probably folks who moved form America and got their houses built. In it's own way ...
    it was pretty cool. Though not as Londonesque as I'd hoped it would be. My thoughts are swiftly cut off and I see blackness as a blunt piece of metal collides with my skull. I feel myself falling as my world spins and the collision spot pulsing as my life-blood flows out. I'm in a room surrounded by bright lights and beautiful girls. There is smoke in the room. Thick enough to choke Hulk Hogan. It isn't from tobacco or cannabis; That much I could tell. A girl walks up to me. She is breath-taking. She is wearing Indian style garb. I Don't know excatly what her clothes are called , but I knows she's gorgeous enough to be compared to the Goddess Shiva. I see the red dot on her forehead and crinkle my brow. I think to myself, "Isn't that head marking a religious thing? If she works here she must not be a good girl." (Smirk ;) She beckons to me and I walk towards her slowly. As I walk she mouths her name in the way most erotic way I've ever seen lips take shape. Kuri. I almost expel the air left in my lungs but I catch myself just as I get within talking range of her. Alright, maybe a little more than talking range. I couldn't help it. I was just drawn to her. She smiles and begins to speak silver into my ears. "I've been waiting for you, sir. Judging by your dress I see you're not from around here." "No, I'm not. How can you tell the difference though? It looks to me like I'm wearing just what all these other blokes (blokes? :D) are wearing. What are YOU wearing? You defintely ...
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