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Jon was a southern boy raised on his father’s belt and cold dinners. His parents treated him no different than the negros they had working in the fields. Jon mind as well have been a slave himself. The only difference was that he got to sleep in a bed in a room that he shared with his younger sister Margaret. He spent nearly all of his time awake working in the field, picking corn, raking hay and tending to the few dozen sheep his father owned. His life was simple, routine, and tiresome, but he didn’t now anything different.The year was no 3017 and Jon was now 32. Hydrogen full cell cars are finally in mass production, and teleportation was on the brink of possibility. “Do you have those spreadsheets for the skin cell replication ointment?” “Yes, I put them on you desk this morning” “I told you to deliver them to me personally. I don’t want that dick, Martin to get his hangs on them. I know he will give those to Mr. Kraft saying, he came up with those numbers.” “Margaret, I don’t know why you get so work up over that asshole, he will be in that cubicle forever.” She shakes her head in disgust. “Thanks for you reassurance Todd.” Todd is Margaret’s secretary. She finally made it out of West Middlesex and is one raise away from that 37th story window office at the company she works for, Armstrong Pharmaceuticals. After seeing what her brother had to go through, she made the decision to go to school as opposed to working like her brother. After having perfect grades in high school, she got herself a scholarship to the hailed Pharmacy school at Gannon University. Than after graduating 3rd in class she was offered the position at Armstrong Pharmaceuticals. It’s been 3 years now and few of Mr. Kraft’s employees have made as much progress as her, probably due to Mr. Kraft’s sexual infatuation with her, but at 28 she remains celibate as well as single.Back in West Middlesex, Jon was on the verge of making the biggest decision of his life; he was to leave his now 7-year-old boy and his mother, as well as the land that he spent his life working on. He decided it was time to move to the city and truly begin his life. After packing what little clothes he did have, a few goodbyes, and a 7 hours hover taxi ride, he found himself in 84, the third largest city in Northeast United States. He left his suitcase in the hotel and went for his first adventure in this new land. “Wow”, he said to himself as he took a deep breathe of the city air. He walked through the busy streets and big buildings that made up the city until he saw it, the most magnificent creation of man he had ever seen. He found the nearest person and asked, “ Excuse me sir, what is hat building called?” “Are you an idiot boy my boy? That is the Armstrong Building.” “What is inside of that building?” Jon paid no attention to the mans disrespect, he was to caught up in the beauty of the landmark ahead. “That is where nearly every health product on the market is created at.” “What do you mean health product?” He was almost outraged at this strangers ignorance when he looked down at the mans clothes and realized this man was clearly not from around here. “Where are you from son?” “West Middlesex sir.” “Oh, no wonder you are asking me so many god damned questions. How long have you been in the city for?” “Only but a few hours now.” “Well kid seeing as it’s nearly 9 o’clock and I can’t get a hold of anyone else, you are coming to the bar with me.” “The bar?” “It’s a place where men like ourselves can forget about any problems we may have and maybe even leave with a little something special if you know what I mean.” “I’m sorry sir but I’m afraid I don’t know, a little something special?” “A woman, you fool.” “Sir I have only been with one woman in my life and that was far from being a choice of my own.” “First off, quit calling me sir. Second off, you mean to tell me you are some kind of faggot?” “No sir but my father rather forcefully insisted that I impregnate one of our slaves on the farm so he would not have to hire more workers.” “Well all the more reason to find yourself a little slut tonight,” the man chortled. “By the way kid, what’s your name? I’m Frank.” “I am Jon sir--, I mean I am Jon, Frank.” Frank laughed, “Let’s get over to the bar in time for the women.” From that the 2 men made there way to the bar on the first floor of the Armstrong Building.At the same time Margaret was doing her best to home but it seemed as if she would never get done with all of her work. “Margaret you typed up the Bennington Report right?” “Just about to print it out actually, and than I am finally going to leave, I have been here almost all day.” As she finished the paper and sends it to the nearest Instaprint, she collects her things and gets herself ready to leave. “Alright the report looks good, I’ll put it on Mr. Kraft’s desk, you get out of here and go to sleep.” “I actually think I am going to stop at the bar on the first floor before I get out of here. “Since when did you start drinking?” “I didn’t but I’ve decided to trying something new, I’ve had way to much work going on enough of my own life, what’s wrong with that?” “Nothing, as a matter of fact I’ll see you down there in thirty minutes, Jacob and I broke up last night and tonight I am looking for some fun.” Laughing Margaret responds, “Todd, lower your voice, people are going to hear you.” “Oh please, I don’t give a shit, I need a man!” “Well I guess I’ll see you down there soon than, bye Todd.” Margaret headed downstairs after cleaning up her desk and left her office.“See anything you like boy?” “I can’t say that I really know what I am looking for and this beer seems to be doing nothing more than giving me a headache.” “Well good, that means it’s working and about the women, just keep drinking, you’ll find that the cute ones will just start to show up.” At that moment Jon caught the tiny figure of a woman entering the bar, she was moving to slow to look confident and just looked around when shut the door behind her. Jon was having almost a sense of déjà vu with his feelings, as when he saw the very building he was in, except this time there was something else. He had never before felt something like this for a woman, especially this fast. “Frank, how about the woman that just walked in, what do you think of her?” “Wow, well all I can say to that one is good luck, but if you can manage to get her back to your place, you and I are going out more often than not.” “Well what should I do Frank? I’ve never been in this situation before.” You talk to her, tell her things you think she wants to hear. Assuming that works, you should suggest going back to your place and I hope you know enough to put the pieces together from there.” “Should I go now?” “Before some other chum try’s to get her.” Jon starts off towards this beautiful woman’s direction. He looks back at Frank for any final advice and he just makes out, “Get her a drink!”“Excuse me miss can I get you a drink?” “That was rather forward don’t you think?” “Why would you have come into the bar if you didn’t want a drink?” She was stumped, being asked suck a blunt and honest question so quickly it took her by surprise. It made her feel oddly comfortable. This mad had actually managed to break the ice of the awkward moment with one question and she already feels as if she has met him before or has known him for a while. “Margaret! Hi! – Excuse me, wow, well it seems like you found someone already, and he’s a cute one.” “He found me as a matter of fact, and I do believe he was about to buy me a drink?” Jon asks for 2 more beers and takes the hover stool next to this new woman. He was feeling the same oddly comfortable stage but decided not to mention it. They begin the chitchat and after a few rounds of drinks he remembers that Frank said he needed to get her to his place. Since they were all fairly drunk at this point Jon had no problem mustering up the courage to ask this stranger to come back to his place. “Would you like to come back to my place?” “Again with the forwardness,” she laughs “I—“ “She’d love to go!” Todd interrupted. Todd whispers in her ear, “You need this, trust me.” Smiling Margaret finally responds, “Sure I don’t see why not, let’s get out of here. My head does rather hurt.” Jon made his way back to Frank to make him aware of the good news. “Really? That easy? We’ll I guess you better get out of here than, I’ll see you tomorrow, same spot same time.” “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow Frank, thank you for tonight.” “Yea yea, just get out here and don’t blow it kid.” Jon grabs his jacket and the woman’s hand and they head out. “Where do you live anyway?” “The Holiday Inn on Stambaugh, I’ve just moved here.” “Do you mind if I drive? You can just direct me on the way.” Nearly twenty minutes later they were wrapped up in each other’s arm trying to make it in the door of his room. Sweaty, drunk, and horny they began to remove each other clothes. It was a whirlwind of love. Hair, sweat, and hot breathe all in a mess to the bed. Neither had ever experienced anything so intense. Margaret had never felt like this before. She wasn’t even sure what was going on, only that it felt amazing. She felt as if she were about to explode with any and everything. She felt the mans hands around her neck and her chest as she bit his lips and mouth. She could taste his blood. She also saw blood on the bed from the man being inside of her. Than as quickly as the moment came, it disappeared. She picked up her head to find him sleeping beside her. She looks for the nearest clock. “Shit, 10:35, I need to get out of here.” While she gathers her stuff she notices the tag on Jons suitcase.Name: Jon Wilkes Age: 32 From: West Middlesex, PA To: 84, PA Date: March 18, 3017She was speechless, it couldn’t be. How is this possibly? She didn’t pick up on this before? It doesn’t make sense, or maybe it does. She just not realized why she felt so strangely comfortable. “This just isn’t possible at all, I have to get out o here.” Margaret gathered her things and left the hotel as son as possible, not saying a word, tears overwhelming her face. She could never forgive herself; this meant that the rest of her life would be different forever. Things would never be the same again. Hours later Jon wakes to find that he is the only person in his bed, she had obviously left him. He closes his eyes and lies back down. “I wonder were she is.” He glances at the clock; it’s 1:26 p.m. “After a shower I should be able to meet Frank in time.”“Hey Frank!” “Hey there, how was she last night?” “It was amazing, but when I awoke she was no where to be found.” “Happens all the time, it’s the way of a slut, don’t worry about it kid, you’ll find another one soon, but let’s go get something to eat, there is a great burger place around the corner.” The friends made there way towards the city. It was a beautiful day in 84, but Armstrong Pharmaceuticals lost its best employee the following afternoon.
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