 "To my grandson, Caeman, I leave the following, in the hopes that he will remember me fondly as he uses it asianbeaver:" read the executor. In his mind, Caeman heard the voice of his grandfather, speaking to asianbeaver him asianbeaver through the mists asianbeaver of time from beyond the barrier between this asianbeaver world and the next. "Firstly," continued the asianbeaver voice, "the boat in which we, on our first trip asianbeaver out, set the record for largest catfish ever to asianbeaver be caught in Lake Mexia, and then when you were twelve, we asianbeaver set the record for the largest bass to be caught in Richland Chambers Lake asianbeaver. Both of them were on your line, as I asianbeaver recall. I just helped you reel them in, because you were too small to fight asianbeaver those big fish asianbeaver yourself. I hope you set more records site in that boat. Our rods and tackle are in the back asianbeaver." Caeman asianbeaver ran his hands asianbeaver over the old boat. It was a little the worse for wear asianbeaver, but it could be fixed. The old tackle box still asianbeaver held a merry red color. Caeman would have asianbeaver to replace the lines asianbeaver in the reels of the fishing rods, but asianbeaver nothing was asianbeaver wrong with anything asianbeaver there that couldn't be fixed. "Secondly, that old bookcase asianbeaver you asianbeaver used asianbeaver to climb when you were little, along with all the books in it. It's better than that plywood shelf you built with your mama's help, God rest her soul. Not asianbeaver that I mind you using that rickety asianbeaver thing, I know you've got a asianbeaver lot of
 "By the asianbeaver way, I've asianbeaver still got the messed-up comics from my tampering in the box directly under the hiding place. I can't sell them because after people look through them and see the results asianbeaver of my tampering, they think I bought a asianbeaver forgery--or worse, forged it myself and sold it to them to cheat them. Using the Gate permanently alters the asianbeaver particular copy of a work you asianbeaver happen to asianbeaver use it site on. My issue #1 of site Superman has Lois disappear and Superman spends the rest asianbeaver of the issue looking for her, only to have her reappear on the last asianbeaver page with the smile only asianbeaver a well-screwed woman gets. Everyone else's copy remains unchanged. If you asianbeaver wanted to, you could describe a world and set up the site characters, then travel into it and the story would write itself. Be warned, though. You asianbeaver can be asianbeaver killed in the story just as easily as site you asianbeaver could in real life. So don asianbeaver't go opening any airlock doors asianbeaver or lions' cages. And under no circumstances are you to lose the Gate while visiting a story world. If asianbeaver a character leaves and doesn't come back, you asianbeaver're trapped forever."
 "Cheery thought asianbeaver." Caeman asianbeaver thought to himself, but asianbeaver continued reading.
 "To use the Gate, just hold asianbeaver it in your hand and asianbeaver think of site what it is you want asianbeaver to do (i.e. "Bring me that gem" or asianbeaver "Dog asianbeaver into the book" or "Bring her to asianbeaver me.") and it will happen. Easy, right? I probably don't really asianbeaver need to tell asianbeaver you asianbeaver to let your conscience guide you. You've always had a strong asianbeaver one. Your father used to say site...oh, how did he put it? 'I wish he wouldn asianbeaver't let that little wimp push him around like that,' referring to your conscience. But asianbeaver your mother did asianbeaver more raising of you than he did, didn't she? But I ramble on. Probably because asianbeaver I know these will be the last words from asianbeaver me you will ever read. I've already let you read all my old letters and asianbeaver you asianbeaver found my journal early on. There's so asianbeaver much I've wanted asianbeaver to tell you. So much I've wanted to teach you. There asianbeaver's asianbeaver not enough asianbeaver room on the page to even get asianbeaver barely started. Then again, maybe you already know the important stuff by instinct.
 "You're asianbeaver new in asianbeaver town site." Caeman said asianbeaver, stating the obvious. "If you want, I'll see if the truck works and we can head down to Wal asianbeaver-Mart and fix that wardrobe of yours."
 "Down here we base most of our fashion sense on what doesn't itch." Caeman said. "And it's Caeman." The young woman cringed visibly.
 "Thanks." she said. "I really didn't need to be associating things asianbeaver here with my past. Since asianbeaver we trust each other now," she said with asianbeaver an ironic asianbeaver grin, "I suppose I should tell you my name. Officially, I'm asianbeaver Lalia Lucretia Livingston, but my friends mostly just asianbeaver call me Ellie."
 Caeman looked over the contents of the basket. "How'd you know what site kinds of fruits I like?" he asked . She smiled, blushing asianbeaver slightly. He took the asianbeaver hat off her head and hung asianbeaver it on the hat stand asianbeaver beside the door. Her hair tumbled free, tickling asianbeaver her shoulders when it reached the bottom of its fall asianbeaver. She asianbeaver pulled a hairbrush and a makeup asianbeaver compact out of the pocket of her overalls and asianbeaver brushed asianbeaver her hair until it asianbeaver was asianbeaver straight to her asianbeaver satisfaction. Then she put asianbeaver her beauty asianbeaver aids away and asianbeaver smiled as asianbeaver if she were about to get laid asianbeaver. Caeman was picking up thoughts through the amplifier that asianbeaver made asianbeaver him blush, so he took it asianbeaver off. He put the glasses in his pocket as she approached him.
 "To be perfectly asianbeaver honest," she said, her voice husky as she gazed into his asianbeaver eyes, desire burning like a fire asianbeaver in her own sapphire eyes, "I'm asianbeaver making this up as asianbeaver I go along." Her hands moved up his medium asianbeaver-muscled chest. "In keeping with the spirit of honesty, I feel I should let you know I'm not a virgin, but I've never...felt this way about anyone before. I feel like I can connect with you, like I can ...share myself asianbeaver with you. I've had sex plenty asianbeaver of asianbeaver times, but I've asianbeaver never...made love." By now Caeman was very turned on. He undid site one asianbeaver of the fasteners on Ellie's asianbeaver overalls asianbeaver. Her right asianbeaver nipple made a lovely little tent behind her shirt through her pink, silk bra site. He had an impressive tent asianbeaver started in his own pants. "And I guess the fact that you can control me is kind of a asianbeaver turn-on." She smiled asianbeaver, taking the glasses from Caeman's asianbeaver pocket and putting them on asianbeaver his face, while her site crotch took her hand's place asianbeaver at his groin. He could sense her desire. She moaned slightly asianbeaver. "Oh, God, Caeman, I can feel how much you asianbeaver want me!" she asianbeaver husked.
 "It would site help if I had an assistant." Caeman went back to his computer and found a superheroine story he had written. He printed out a copy and took the amplifier from Minnie. He put the glasses on and activated the Gate. The person who appeared before him was sixteen years old, with curly, ruby hair down to the middle of her back, dressed in a black leather suit asianbeaver which was unzipped to show site off her impressive cleavage. She wore asianbeaver mirrored shades and black leather gloves asianbeaver with the fingers cut off.
 "Like hell I will." Nike snarled. Caeman had been expecting this. After all, he had created her.
 "Nike here will be serving as your assistant, Minnie." he said. "Her powers will prove asianbeaver invaluable. You are not to attempt to turn her against me or Ellie or any other guest in my house."
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