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like a cool caress.
    "This was a capital idea, Sandra, very serene."
Jerrod was interrupted by an older couple quarreling on a nearby
bench. "Well, very nearly serene."
    Sirens wailed as an ambulance went speeding
down the street, followed by a fire rescue truck. "God's blood,
what is that racket?"
    Sandra smiled almost indulgently. "Someone in
distress, an ambulance and rescue truck have been dispatched. They
use the sirens to get traffic…ah...the other automobiles to get out
of the way and let them through."
    The more time she spent with Jerrod the more
she was convinced he really was from another time. His reactions to
the world around him were not rehearsed, or fake in any way. When
she bought him an ice cream cone from the Public Gardens canteen,
he gave a look of pure joy at the first taste, like a little
boy.
    They sat on a park bench, well hidden by the
linden and elm trees. It gave them some shelter from the light rain
and privacy from other people, not that there were that many in the
gardens today, due to the weather. She watched Jerrod’s face, a
whole range of feelings played out on his handsome countenance.
Obvious pleasure in the surroundings, but his brow was furrowed as
if deep in thought. Sandra had never been with a man who showed his
emotions so readily. There was nothing fake or counterfeit in his
dealings with her. How refreshing. Men usually had an agenda, or
that had been her experience so far.
    "Have you thought of a way to return me to my
time?" he asked softly, jarring her from her thoughts.
    Actually, she had. She explained to Jerrod,
mostly to placate him, that her good friend from university, Brian
Talbot, was a professor at St. Mary's University in Halifax and
that she would call him tomorrow. Brian oozed science, lived and
breathed it. Surely he would have an answer. It couldn't hurt to
ask. Maybe she needed to be told, in no uncertain terms, that this
whole time travel theory was garbage. Or not.
     
    ****
     
    Jerrod reclined and spread his arms out on the
back of the park bench as he listened intently to Sandra explain
that she would contact her professor friend. He thought surely, as
a man of science in this advanced world, this Brian would have
answers to his dilemma. But the more Jerrod thought about going
home, the heavier his heart became. It had only been a couple days,
but this wonderful girl had somehow managed to breach the walls of
his unused heart. It astounded him. He had been closed off for so
long.
    Jerrod could not help himself, he put his arm
around Sandra. He knew such public displays were frowned upon, but
from what he saw on that television contraption, not in this
age.
    His feelings for her were growing at a
surprising rate, but he could not form any attachments, he would be
leaving. He had to get back, whatever it took.
    Jerrod exhaled deeply. Her curves were a
perfect fit for his arms, a perfect fit for his body. He could feel
the blood rushing to his cock already. Through the years, he’d not
had many serious entanglements. He was no callow, untried youth.
When he visited Truro, he saw to his needs. But this was different,
and for that, all the more troubling. He pulled Sandra close to his
swiftly beating heart. Yes, far more troubling. He was falling for
her, but he did not want to stay here. He could not stay
here.
    But Sandra was not troubling at all. She was
warm, beautiful, vivacious, and caring. When he looked into her
blue gray eyes he did not see coldness or distance or a reason to
leave. He saw music and laughter. She was becoming more than a
temptation he could no longer ignore. He was startled at the
realization he was falling for her. Why else should he wax
poetic?
    Jerrod looked around, they were well hidden.
They were also quite alone. He leaned down, his lips touching hers
ever so softly. It was his undoing, just that slight, soft meshing
of their lips. He heard Sandra gasp softly from the contact, her
gasp turned to a deep throated, desirous moan. It