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August 1979 • Chris-13 Detention is a bitch. For more than a month I put up with homophobic slurs, shoves, punches and more. At least when Jeff was here we were in it together. Thank God Jeff’s parents talked Pastor Jenkins into letting him stay, although he did split us up into separate cabins. The good pastor also made sure to assign us different schedules, but organized activities never were the problem. Sure, I got shoved a lot, but so long as I was in a crowd, I was relatively safe.
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November 2004 — Chris 38 When I opened the door, I was stunned. More than a decade had passed since the last time we saw each other, but there was no mistaking the face of Paul Langley. Paul and I had had an ongoing affair throughout my graduate school years, right up until the point where Jen got pregnant. Although I’d overcompensated for the disastrous relationship I’d had with Frank Sanford by becoming a ladies’ man, Paul provided an essential release for the gay side of me that was pent
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October 1990 — Chris 24 As I got dressed, the overwhelming sense of guilt returned. “I just can’t keep doing this,” I said. “Why not?” Wang asked as he came up behind me, threw his arms around me, rubbed my nipples and kissed the base of my neck. “Your girlfriend cannot give you what I can,” he whispered seductively into my ear. “I understand that you have a child, and you want to do right by the mother of your child, but isn’t what you’re doing to her equally wrong? If you’re not willi
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September 1983 • Chris-17 “Like I told you the first time, Mom, I’m GAY! ” I shouted. “G… A… Y. What about that don’t you understand? You ripped Frank out of my life once already. You’re not gonna do it again!” “It’s not up to you!” Mom shouted back at me. “You’re both still minors and subject to our rules.” “When you were thirteen,” Dad explained, “we assumed it was just a phase. A lot of boys experiment…” “That’s not what you said back then,” I countered. “We didn’t want y
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September 1983 — Chris 17 I awoke to see the smiling face of my boyfriend in front of me. When he saw that my eyes were open, his smile turned into a grin, and then we briefly kissed each other on the lips. “Been up long?” I asked. “Just a few minutes, Mr. Morning Breath,” he answered, “but I was sooo enjoying watching you sleep, and thinking about last night.” A smile overtook my face as I thought of our lovemaking the previous evening, which lasted well into the night. Our cam
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July 1979 • Chris-13 Frank and I were going at it, hot and heavy. We were in Danforth Center at the University, making out like crazy with our tongues down each other’s throat, literally writhing on top of each other. I could feel our erections rubbing against each other as our passion flowed over us. The fact that we were out in the open, naked as the day we were born, never even entered my mind. Students were milling about and walking right by us as if it were a perfectly normal phenomeno
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July 1983 • Chris-17 “So this is what you have to go through,” Frank said as he watched Professor Dawson and me at work. Frank was dressed only in a pair of tighty-whities, and he was wearing his glasses, ’cause we’d just gotten done making love less than an hour before. Watching Frank lounging around in next to nothing was arousing me all over again. He was every bit as sexy in glasses as he was wearing contacts. Noticing the obvious tent in my briefs, he walked up to me and gave it a
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June 1979 • Chris-13 When Dad dropped me off downtown at the University, I felt strangely like I belonged there, but man, I was a good foot shorter than everyone else on campus. I was only thirteen years old and surrounded by college kids. Of course there would have been a lot more students around if it were a weekday and not Saturday, and if classes were still in session. Yeah, my junior high was still in session, even though the university had already let out for the summer. Five weeks ag
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July 1983 — Chris 17 “One thing I’m still not clear about Frank, is how you and Chris met,” my dad asked my boyfriend as he turned the steaks on the grill, but then he interrupted himself to ask, “Medium rare — right?” “Actually, I like my steak rare, sir… the redder, the better,” Frank answered. Dad tried to hide his disgust, but not very effectively and so Frank added, “You should really try it that way. The less you cook it, the juicier the steak.” “I’d rather not be able to tast
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June 2011 • Chris-45 “Come on in, Chris,” Craegan said as I knocked on the frame of his office door, “and close the door behind you,” he added. “What the fuck’s going on, Jack?” I asked as I sat down at the small conference table in his office. “The whole place is in lockdown, and you look like shit.” Chuckling as he joined me at the table, he agreed by saying, “I feel like shit, but with good reason. I’ve been up practically all night… I almost called you in, but decided at least o
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BOOK TWO — FRAGMENTS June 1979 • Chris-13 “Hey Michaels!” Grant Whitaker shouted to me from his spot in the lunch line. He was up near the front of the line, with at least forty or fifty kids in line behind him. There was an unwritten rule that you did not cut in line, especially if you were a lowly seventh grader, but there was an even moreimportant rule — you did not under any circumstances snitch on a fellow student. It didn’t matter if the student was a total asshole — you just didn
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May 2011 • Chris-45 As I drifted in and out of sleep, I thought about last night and the incredible sex I’d had with Frank. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps we weren’t supposed to know each other in this reality — in this timeline, but what did that matter to me. I was growing increasingly fond of him. He was a great lover, he was a kind person and he had a sweet soul. Finally after all these years I had found a kindred spirit, and to think we had grown up in the same community and I had to co
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March 2011 • Chris-44 With each move, my heart rate quickened. Each kiss, each touch, each each moan was pure ecstasy. A shower of sparks exploded in my head, sending wave after wave of shivers up and down my spine. I’d been with many women before, and I’d spent many happy years with Jen. I’d even been with Paul that one time, but nothing came close to this. I wasn’t even touching myself, nor was he, but I knew I was getting close. A few more seconds and I’d be gone. Again, we kissed
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December 1989 • Chris-23 What the fuck was I doing back in St. Louis, and on Christmas Eve, no less. I should be in California with Jen and Andy, celebrating our first Christmas together as a family, but instead I was spending it in a miserable Days Inn out by the airport, listening to an endless stream of piped-in Christmas music that I couldn’t seem to get away from. On top of that, I was lugging around a twenty-pound prototype for a new portable Macintosh computer that Apple had just
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November 1989 • Chris-23 “These early AM diaper changes are a bitch!” I said as I got up one more time to attend to our crying infant. As promised, I was doing most of the childcare so that Jen could spend most of her time preparing to defend her PhD thesis. We’d even bought a breast pump so that I could feed little Andy, letting Jen sleep so she could finish work on her dissertation. Unfortunately, although he was now walking, that only meant he could get into a lot more mischief, and unles
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May 1996 • Chris-30 It was going to take a phone call, like something out of a spy novel — a bad spy novel. I couldn’t have written something so cheesy myself if I’d tried. The first time Chris-37 tried to tell me about it, I woke up laughing so hard, Jen thought I was having a nervous breakdown. It took two more tries for me to get through the conversation without waking up in the middle of it in hysterics — it was just too much. But it was going to be Chris-23 who had to make the phone ca
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June 1982 • Chris-16 First there was a clank. Oh, how I hated that clank. Sometimes if I was quick and I could actually wake myself up fast enough, I could shut the damn thing off before the hum, but I was too fucking tired this morning to do anything about it, and so the warm hum started, and then slowly — ever so slowly, the sound of music started to fade in, out of the background. This being 1982, you’d think I’d have a nice, modern solid-state clock radio with an LED display and no movi
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October 1988 • Chris-22 “Fatherhood’s a lot of responsibility for someone working on a post-doc.” Bob Rankin said to me as he stared down his glasses at me with his beady eyes. “My students generally eat, drink and breathe their work when they’re in my lab. How do you plan to balance being a new dad and being up all night with feedings and diapers plus handling the heavy responsibilities of working in the premier quantum physics lab in the world?” My first thought was, ‘What an ego,’ an
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April 1995 • Chris-29 “Where’s Jack?” I asked when I got to the lab. I had just had my meeting with him yesterday and as I’d expected, he’d been skeptical at best when I related how Chris-36 had come to me in my dreams. Still, he’d had a hard time brushing off the personal information I’d been given to tell him — information I couldn’t possibly have known about him — information no one else could have known about him. In the end, he’d agreed to track down and verify the data that I’d passed
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January 2002 • Chris-35 “I can’t believe you could have been so reckless,” my older self said. “Well, it’s not like I planned it, you know. I didn’t even think I was capable of getting aroused by a woman anymore. The last thing I expected was to get an erection when she came onto me like that, but once I did, there was no stopping it. Before I knew what was happening, I was inside of her, and then it was over. We both came, just like that. “I guess we’re more ‘bi’ that we thought,”
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December 2001 • Chris-35 1978? Nineteen seventy-eight? One thousand nine hundred seventy-eight in the year of Our Lord, or in the Common Era as the politically correct terminology is these days. That year kept echoing in my head since the moment my counterpart from the future had told it to me. Would we really need to establish a communication chain reaching back all the way to 1978. Would it even be possible? Chris-42 and I spent the next hour discussing the many potential complications
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September 2008 • Chris-42 The procedure had been draining — much more so than I’d expected it to be. In theory, we knew it would involve heavy concentration, but theory and reality are always two different things. The fact that I’d done this on my own, by myself after hours had made it doubly difficult. Carefully placing each electrode on my scalp had been unbelievably hard — I might seriously have to consider electrolysis, or I’d never get any sleep. Then running through my biofeedback and
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BOOK ONE - A BRIDGE TOO FAR September 1978 • Chris-12 “Watch where you’re going, dork!” I heard just before someone shoved into me from behind, sending me flying forward. The books I was carrying — I had five of them with me — everything I needed for my morning classes — went flying out of my right arm where I’d had them nestled. My three ring binder, complete with individual tabbed dividers and pockets for each class, went careering out of my hands as well. Of course as soon as it hit t
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PREFACE When I first conceived the story concept for Conversations With Myself, I couldn’t help but recognize the similarities to dkstories’s wonderful Do Over Series. Although I cannot deny the possibility that Dan’s stories had an influence on mine, right down to the idea of a mad scientist operating out of Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory in the San Francisco Bay Area, the genesis for my story came from a different spark. In Conversations With Myself, we are dealing with a case of c
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For ten years Christopher Michaels had been doing research on sending information back in time. On the eve of September 11, 2001, he was forced to come out to his wife and son, but that paled in comparison to the dream he had that night. At first he laughed it off, but what if the dream was real? Little did he know when he contacted his boss that history would change. Not only would the Russians, Chinese and terrorists stop at nothing to get their hands on Chris and his time tunnel technology, but the very fabric of time itself would start to unravel.
