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4.3 of 10 – Amish Spy

Max drew a long sip of cool lemonade.  The feel of home spun Amish clothing felt funny, but welcome.  He rocked a bit and eyed his gray-haired host sitting in a matching wooden rocker on the shady porch.  She wore … Continue reading

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4.2 of 10 – Rooster Tail

Another rectangle on the back side of the midget Victorian house looked big enough to open.  Judging from the worn spot on the paint of the trim that ran through the middle of it, that was the handle. The cart … Continue reading

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4.1 of 10 – Dusty Road

Dr. Floyd’s predatory smile wasn’t ever pleasant to behold.  He beamed at Max.  “Four!” The slip.  The soap.  But no suds. Hot noon sun.  Dusty dirt track.  A ribbon of black in the distance with those funny boxes zooming by … Continue reading

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3 of 10

Max took a deep breath when he got back to the lab.  It was like walking into a cold freezer this time.  The heat of the forge was still dancing in his memory. Dr. Floyd smiled at him.  “Alright, time … Continue reading

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2 of 10

Ladder rungs under Max’s feet were barely deep enough for his bare feet to grip the simply straight iron bar set into the curve of the stone drain wall.  The dark tube itself was only slightly wider than Max’s shoulders.  … Continue reading

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1 of 10 – Platform Performance

“Six seconds.  And you still look fine, despite the remaining pink from yesterday’s session.  That was the first of ten.” Dr. Floyd flipped the switch.  Soapy slip invaded Max’s senses.  The thought that he was getting the hang of this … Continue reading

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Bread Basket

Max walked in the door ten minutes early.  He was still very tender, but the refreshing breakfast and walk over did wonders for him.  He did some research on historical customs and cultural roles until it was time.  When he … Continue reading

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Black and Pink All Over

In six seconds he returned.  His blackened hairless condition was almost in keeping with the similar state of distress Felix had returned.  Max’s eyes were white with the horror of near death in the mask of black he wore over … Continue reading

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Freckle’s Walk

She was smiling into the mirror, tying to convince herself the freckles didn’t matter and weren’t the reason she was fast becoming an old maid at age twenty.  An explosion sounded in the distance.  She moved to the window and … Continue reading

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Wet Max

The slip, the soap, the splash, and Max was in a moat.  He’d seen the stone canal walls and draw bridge on his way down.  He was rather glad it wasn’t one of those dry moats with just sharp spikes … Continue reading

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Felix Journeys

Dr. Floyd smiled.  Max couldn’t think of anytime that was good. “I need some reports dressed up and filed.  You seem to be getting a a work out on these little six second trips.” Max nodded and excused himself with … Continue reading

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Tower Jump

Max took his clothes with him and some time to refresh himself.  He returned to the chair.  Dr. Floyd looked up and immediately flipped the switch.  The soapy feel slipped him away, ankles up.  His feet landed on cold dressed … Continue reading

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Naked Chicken

Dr. Floyd threw the switch.  In the chair, the change was instant, but it started slowly.  At first a tingle, then a building of a tense humming that throbbed through his Max’s head.  When it seemed it couldn’t go any … Continue reading

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Cliff Grab

His feet clomped along the uneven tall grass of the bluff in the late morning.  Sea air from his left flipped his shaggy black hair around.  He took a deep breath of it, not to enjoy just the usual brine … Continue reading

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