They had filet mignon and lobster tails for dinner, so Aaron brushed and flossed his teeth after putting on his pajama bottoms. God, he kept looking sexier and sexier, even with thirty right around the corner. No wonder the boys and girls always said yes. He had nice curves in his torso, great pecs, tight abs, and a nice line of blond hair from his chest down to his belly button.
“Hey,” he said aloud, “time for some nookie. But who …”
It wouldn’t be difficult finding someone for the night, but he should probably decide whether tonight would be male or female. Ah, yes! And then he was off to the time machine.
But not before putting on some warmer clothes. The heating on that damned machine never worked right, especially when he warped through the centuries.
Fog, mist, jumping, coughing, wheezing – the machine made all those noises when he turned the dial all the way to the right. Future, future! He wanted to cross the galaxies, see the cosmos, have sex with a being no one ever had before –
And then he landed in the middle of a disco. All these green creatures with oval heads and big orange eyes danced to the beat of Donna Summer and “The Power of Love.” Then Sylvester came on with “You Make Me Feel Mighty Real.” And the cork popped, everyone took off their heads, and yelled “Happy Halloween!”
Men in their 30s, 40s, and everyone with a close crew cut and a bushy moustache. He’d landed in Cloneville. San Francisco 1978.
He got his wish. He landed in another world. But sex with a different gender, not this time.
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