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Post by Tim on Jun 17, 2020 23:26:08 GMT -5
So if they decide to return to 2010, they will no doubt want to bring their wives and kids with them.
Talk about culture shock.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 18, 2020 8:09:38 GMT -5
Chapter 66
"I look like a dork", muttered Dave, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"Dave, this is how people dressed back then. And you can't wear that Venom shirt. They're gonna think you're a Satanist", said Axel.
"Whatever. I think we looked weird, but hell, everybody probably looks as bad as we do", shrugged Kurt.
They all wore traditional Norwegian clothes: black breeches, white shirts, red embroidered vests and black boots with white socks. They were getting ready for the party. Almost everyone in the valley had been invited, and the house was buzzing with excitement.
"Oh, don't worry, Maxwell. The girls are wearing weird dresses with aprons and a lot of flowers and these big hats. It looks dumb, but hey, what do we know?", asked James rhetorically.
"Yeah, and Lachlan invited his partners from his business to come. He wants them to introduce their sons to Bridget, and he wants to introduce their daughters to Sean. What do they got that I don't?", retorted Dave.
"They're probably rich and gentlemen, unlike you, Maxwell. If Lachlan caught you two together, you're gonna be in big trouble", said Kurt.
"Holmes, then how come you got to marry your wife?", he shot back.
"Kurt rescued Mary from her kidnappers. And Mary wasn't the heiress that Bridget is. What do you got, Maxwell ?”, asked Axel sarcastically.
"I formed a band, I write, play guitar, and sing. That should count for something", he muttered.
"No, Maxwell . Now let's get ready for the party", said Axel.
Bridget scanned the crowd, holding a glass of punch. She had a bland look on her face, surveying the room.
The boys here are so dull, papa's partner's sons. I know I must marry one of them, but I want to have fun first, she mused.
"Miss Bridget, why are you not with the other young people?", asked Jeanie.
"Mistress Hamilton, I am bored. These fops are only interested in me because of Papa's money", she said bitterly.
"Miss Bridget, you are a lovely young woman. Surely there must be a man who loves you", she said innocently.
"Hah! Mistress Hamilton, I am an heiress. They only want Papa's fortune. Sean, he can marry whomever he wishes, as long as she is not a peasant", she said bitterly.
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Post by Tim on Jun 18, 2020 11:20:55 GMT -5
Not here, Dave. Not here.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 18, 2020 22:24:00 GMT -5
Chapter 67
Dave nursed a glass of punch, his eyes following Bridget's every move. The others were with their wives, mingling with the guests, while the children played in a corner, supervised by Amy.
He frowned when he saw Bridget dancing with a young man. He was dressed elegantly, if rather foppishly, in tight black breeches, a white silk shirt, and an embroidered green silk jacket. His wavy golden blond hair framed an almost pretty, effeminate face.
He's probably gay anyway. But I bet he's loaded. Maybe she's dancing with him out of courtesy, he thought, draining his punch.
"Maxwell, you all right? Don't do anything stupid", admonished Axel.
"Shut up, Karlsson. That guy she's dancing with looks gay, or is that me?", he chuckled.
"Yeah, he does look gay. Put makeup and spandex on him, and he could be in Poison", he joked.
"I bet her dad foisted him on her, 'cause his dad is loaded", he said bitterly.
"Dave, you can't just fuck her and leave. Her dad's really gonna kick your ass. You gotta court these types of girls", he said.
"You court your wife, Axel? What did you do, bring her flowers and shit?", he taunted.
"No, asswipe. We went dancing, and we talked a lot. I told her about California and Sweden and the future. She was thrilled, she's got both beauty and brains", he boasted.
Dave's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, I never thought you had a romantic side, Karlsson", he said grudgingly.
"Hey, it was for a higher purpose. There's other chicks here, Maxwell . Hell, some of them are pretty hot. Don't do anything stupid", said Axel.
"Are you enjoying the dance, Bridget?"
Bridget smiled wanly at the young man dancing with her. Simon Bergstrom was the son of her father's main partner, Thor Bergstrom. He was quite good-looking and charming, but she did not particularly care for him, finding him arrogant and vain.
"I am fine, Simon. Please get me a glass of punch", she replied.
Simon winked at her, walking over to the punchbowl. He frowned when he saw Dave filling his own cup. He'd seen the looks Dave had given Bridget, and he didn't like it one bit.
He is but a peasant, and Bridget is a princess. He have better not go near her, he scowled.
Dave frowned at Simon. He's probably gay anyway. And his dad just wants the family's money. He'd better not hurt her, he thought.
He breathed a sigh of relief when Simon left. Just then, he noticed another young man fill his cup with punch. His eyes widened when he noticed the incredible resemblance between him and David Ellison. That guy looks just like Junior, he mused.
"Is your name Ellison, by any chance?", he asked.
"No, but my sister is married to a man name Ellison. I am Leif Holmgren", he said, speaking with a heavy Norwegian accent.
"You must be one of Junior's ancestors", he whispered. "Cool, I'm Dave Maxwell. Glad to meet you, kid", he said.
"Ja. Are you English? You do not sound Norwegian", said Leif.
"Nope. I'm from American, my family is originally from Ireland, though. See ya around, Junior", he said.
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Post by Tim on Jun 19, 2020 12:00:18 GMT -5
Dave, you ain't in 2010 anymore. Get with the program.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 19, 2020 22:25:40 GMT -5
Chapter 68
The party continued for several more hours. Dave's initial anger gave away to a slight depression. Bridget danced with several more young men, each of them good-looking and rich.
However, he could see the sad look in her eyes, even though she tried to hide it. She doesn't like this either. But maybe Axel is right. If we go back, I can't bring her back. And she's a lady. I can't just fuck her and leave, he thought.
Fuck that, Maxwell. You sound like a quitter. You've never quit anything in your life. You gotta come up with a plan, he mused.
"Yeah, I can't quit. Why doesn't Sean have this crap foisted on him? Is it because he's a boy? This sucks", he muttered.
Just then, Greta walked over to him, a saucy grin on her face. She wore a tight blue dress, her long blond hair falling past her shoulders.
"De onsker til danse, Dave?", she giggled.
"I guess you wanna dance. Eh, why not, got nothing better to do", he muttered, leading her onto the dance floor.
Greta pressed her body to his, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Frisky girl, isn't she? Any other time, he would've just dragged her upstairs and fucked her, but he didn't want to. Greta's hot and has nice tits, but I'm not interested. Maybe there's another guy who wants her, he mused.
Greta danced close to Dave, grinding her body against his. She could feel the proof of his arousal, and grinned in triumph. She looked up and frowned when she saw his gaze fall on her mistress.
She felt a bolt of jealousy go through her. He gazed sadly at Bridget, as she danced with yet another suitor.
Fool, does he not realize she is not for him? I am going to make him want me, I want him, she vowed.
"That was a good dance, Greta. I'm going outside for a bit", he said abruptly, leaving her behind, seething with jealousy.
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Post by Tim on Jun 20, 2020 11:26:52 GMT -5
I don't much care for this Dave guy. Looks like he just sees women as sex objects.
That might get him by in 2010, but not in the 1700's.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 20, 2020 11:49:33 GMT -5
I don't much care for this Dave guy. Looks like he just sees women as sex objects.
That might get him by in 2010, but not in the 1700's. Wait until you read the rest, Dave isn’t quite as bad as he seems😊
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Post by Tim on Jun 20, 2020 17:51:18 GMT -5
I'll take your word for it, since Dave is your creation.
So far, though, not liking the guy.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 20, 2020 20:35:25 GMT -5
Chapter 69
"Hey Maxwell, why didn't you take Greta upstairs and fuck her senseless? You losing your touch?", joked Axel.
Dave flipped him off. "Of course not, Karlsson. She's too forward, and Bridget looked miserable. I hope her Dad isn't gonna force her to get married", he mused aloud.
"Dude, Bridget's way out of your league. If Lachlan sees you together, he's gonna kick your ass", said James.
"Hey, that didn't stop Kurt", he retorted.
Kurt watched the exchange, his expression bland. However, he could empathize with Dave. I know, I felt the same way when I couldn't court Mary. Poor Dave, there's gotta be something he can do, he thought.
Dave tossed and turned on his cot, unable to sleep. The moon shone brightly through the tiny window, casting shadows on the walls.
I gotta get drapes for that window. And how come Karlsson can't keep his mouth shut? If Kurt can marry Mary, why can't I get with Bridget? I'm not gonna dump her, I'm not stupid, he chuckled.
There was the whisper of footsteps outside his door, as a piece of paper was shoved underneath. Dave frowned, walking over to the door and picking it up.
It was a single sheet of paper, written with dark, watery ink. The penmanship was delicate and light, obviously feminine.
He quickly scanned it, his eyes widening in delight. Hmm, she's a feisty girl, eh? Not that I'm complaining. I hope it's not cold outside and that no one sees us, he chuckled to himself.
Dave quickly put on his denim jacket, carefully opening the door. He peered around, making sure no one was around.
Satisfied, he quickly made his way outside. It was a warm summer's evening, the new moon giving off the faintest light, the stars above shimmering against the black velvet sky. The only sound was the crickets chirping, the wind rustling the leaves on the trees.
"Wait by the apple tree", he murmured, remembering the note. Dave walked to the orchard, until he reached the apple trees. Their white flowers hung from the dark branches, their heady fragrance filling the air.
"Now we wait", he whispered, a slight grin on his face.
Several minutes later, Dave heard muffled footsteps approach from behind. He slowly turned around, in case it was a trap.
His eyes widened in delight when he saw Bridget. She wore a thin blue nightgown, a dark green shawl draped around her shoulder. Her dark hair fell in two long braids to her waist, her feet bare. In this guise, she resembled a peasant girl, instead of an heiress.
"I thought it was gonna be a trap, but I'm glad it's not. So why'd you want to see me, baby?", he drawled.
Bridget smiled at him, her blue eyes twinkling. "Master Maxwell, I like you, I fancy you. I want to be loved, I do not want Simon, he is so arrogant", she muttered.
His eyes widened in surprise, a startled expression on his face. "What? So you want to have an affair, 'cause your dad want you to marry some asshole with money? And I thought Medieval chicks were frigid", he joked.
"I am not a woman of loose virtue, I am not a harlot. But I do not like Simon at all. I want a chance to be loved, before I am wed", she whispered.
"So you want me to be your friend until your dad hitches you to some jerk with money? Why don't you just say no?", he asked, puzzled.
"If my father breaks the contract, Master Bergstrom can sue and get Father's portion of the business", she replied.
"Shit. I'm not one to turn down a good fuck, but I can't get you pregnant, then we're both fucked. I gotta talk to Axel’s wife, maybe she knows something of birth control", he said to himself. "Oh, and call me Dave, baby. I'm not old enough to be Master Maxwell", he chuckled.
"All right, Dave. And you may call me Bridget?", she said shyly.
"Sure, Bridget. How old are you? If you're like fourteen, I can't fuck you, that's too young", he joked.
"I am sixteen, and so is Sean. And you do have a filthy mouth, Dave. You swear more than Father", she chided.
Dave had the grace to blush. "Sorry there, Bridget. Bad habit I got. So do you play music?", he asked suddenly.
She made a face. "They teach us to play the harpsichord at school. But I do not like it, the music is too pretty. I liked the music at the party better, you can dance to it", she giggled.
"Yeah, Baroque music isn't my thing either. I can't dance for shit. Eh, who cares? What else do you learn at school?", he asked.
"The curricula for girls is dull. All they teach us is needlepoint, playing the harpsichord, French, and manners. I only like the French, the rest of it is boring", she said, rolling her eyes.
"Good, you're not dumb. I hate dumb chicks, they're only good for fucking. What other languages can you speak?", he asked curiously.
"Norwegian, Gaelic, and some Danish. Sean can also speak Greek and Latin", she said proudly.
"Wow, all I can speak is English. You gotta teach me French, it's a sexy language", he joked, as she giggled.
"Let's go baby. We're still in sight of the house", he chuckled, leading her farther from the house.
Bridget could feel her heart pound in anticipation, as he took her hand. Oh dear, I am being so forward, but he did not mind it, she thought, trying to calm herself.
"Relax baby, I won't hurt you. I like you too much. Most of the time, I don't give a fuck, but I like you, Bridget. You're not some skanky groupie, you're a lady", he chuckled.
"Thank you, Dave. What is a groupie?", she asked, puzzled.
He blushed, a flush creeping up his neck. "Those are girls hang around bands, who wanna fuck someone in the band. Some are okay, and some are just gross", he chuckled.
"I hope you have not been with a lot of these groupies", she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh, a few of them. I don't have anything, though, I'm not that dumb", he retorted.
Dave led her far from the house, until they reached a meadow on the side of the mountain. It was sheltered by walls on three sides and an overhanging roof, the grasses waving in the soft breeze. Beyond the meadow was a view of the fjord, the dark green of the grass meeting the darker blue of the water, the moonlight shining on the still waters.
"I came across this when I was hiking the other day. I haven't been hiking since I was in Scouts", he mused aloud.
"I do not walk much around here. Papa says it is dangerous, that I can fall and break something", she replied.
"Damn. Well, at least you got some exercise, it's good for you", he chuckled, putting an arm around her shoulder.
Bridget flushed, as he smiled down at her. "You've never been kissed before, Bridget? Because your daddy won't let you? I'm about to change that", he whispered, leaning over and kissing her lips.
The kiss was gentle at first, the lightest touch of his lips on hers. Dave slowly applied pressure, his lips gently forcing hers apart.
Bridget moaned softly, his tongue entering her mouth. She closed her eyes, rubbing his tongue with hers.
Dave broke the kiss, winking at her. "You've never been kissed before, right baby? How's that for a first kiss?", he asked, a gleam in his eyes.
Bridget flushed prettily, her blue eyes dancing with delight. "I liked it, Dave. Can we do that again?", she asked innocently.
Dave took her into his arms, looking into her eyes. He captured her lips with his, his tongue forcing her lips apart. She kissed him back, her hands tangled in his hair.
They continued to kiss, their moans filling the air. Dave reluctantly broke the kiss, breathless. "Wow, you're a great kisser, baby. I can't wait for the next lesson. If the kissing's this good, imagine the rest", he chuckled suggestively.
"Like what?", she asked innocently.
"That was nothing, Bridget. Be patient", he said, helping her up. "We gotta go back before anyone notices we're gone", he said reluctantly.
"I know", she sighed, as they headed back to the house.
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Post by Tim on Jun 20, 2020 23:36:23 GMT -5
Bridget doesn't know the meaning of the term "groupie", of course.
Truth be told, in reality, if someone from the 21st Century met someone from the 18th, they would have a hard time communicating, as the language has changed over the last 300 years.
However, it's not just you, any time travel premise has this issue, so it's best just to ignore it.
And could you please cut back on the f-bombs. This is a term that someone in the 18th Century would not understand.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 21, 2020 7:13:34 GMT -5
Sorry about the language, but both my brothers swear worse than that😳
Chapter 70
James and Cliff were in the woods, tracking game. They were getting ever deeper into the forest, following the tracks of a rabbit.
"James, what if we get lost? I don't wanna get stuck here", said Cliff, trying to sound calm.
"Relax, dude. We'll find our way outta here. That little fucker went that way", muttered James, as they followed the tracks.
The forest parted, revealing a clearing, the trees overhead forming a canopy. In the middle of the clearing, was a tiny cottage, smoke billowing from the chimney.
It was made of painted white wood, with a roof made of tightly packed straw. A small vegetable garden was set aside the house, wildflowers bordering the garden.
"Who lives here? And whywould anyone want to live in the woods?", asked James, puzzled.
"Maybe it's some hermit, or a witch. Either way, I don't wanna bother 'em", said Cliff.
Just then, the door opened and a woman stepped out. From the distance, they couldn't tell if she was young or old. She wore a loose white robe, her long dark hair unbound to her knees.
She sensed their presence looking about. The woman saw them, her eyes widening. She approaced them without fear, her gray eyes curious.
James frowned. She looks just like Violet, but older with gray eyes. Are they related?, he mused.
"Hyvaa paivaa, herra. Kuinka voitte?", she asked.
"Huh? What hell crazy language is that?", asked James, confused.
"She's speaking Finnish, dumbass. Uh, we don't speak Finnish, ma'am. You speak English?", asked Cliff.
"Mina ole puhua Englanti", she replied.
"I don't think she speaks English. Do you understand English?", asked Cliff.
"Mina ymmartaa Englanti. Nimeni on Tarja", she replied.
"She can understand English, and her name is Tarja", he translated.
"Kylla mies. Kuka sina olette?", she asked.
"I'm James Hamilton, and this is Cliff Butler. We work for Lachlan Mackenzie", he said.
Tarja nodded, beckoning them to follow her. They followed her into her house, as she set a kettle on the stove.
Cliff looked about curiously. The cottage was sparsely furnished, with only a wooden table and three chairs, a shelf of books and jars. On the table was a crystal ball, like the one Kilwich had.
So she's a fortune teller, too?, he wondered.
Tarja set down a cup of tea in front of them each. "Tanne sina nenna. Juoda sinun tee", she said, sitting down at the table.
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Post by Tim on Jun 21, 2020 11:10:17 GMT -5
Google Translate came in handy for this bit.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on Jun 22, 2020 9:55:55 GMT -5
Chapter 71
"So you two went into the woods and found an old chick who looked like Violet?", asked Axel.
"Yeah, she looked like she could be Violet's Mom, but with gray eyes. She could understand English, but spoke to us in Finnish", said James, puzzled.
"Violet, what do you know about your Mom?", asked Axel.
"Papa said that Mama was from a foreign land, that she had trouble with English, and could not speak Gaelic", she replied.
"What was her name?", he asked.
"He said her name was Tarja", she replied.
"The old chick's name was Tarja", said James.
"Really? Anything else you know about her? What did you dad tell you?", he asked.
"He told me that after my birth, she left Mackenzie lands. She told Papa she was going back to her country, that she could not take me with her. She gave him the pendant, saying to give it to me when I left Mackenzie lands", she replied.
"So you think this Tarja chick is your mother? And is she a witch? Do you think she has something to do with us and Dave being here?", asked Axel.
"Maybe. But why exactly were we brought back here? Jeanie says it's part of God's will, but I doubt it", said James.
"Hey Dave, what did that hippie chick look like?", asked Cliff.
"She had dark hair, almost black, and she was dressed like Pocahantas. She had nice tits", he chuckled.
"Great description, dipshit. So she's not the hippie chick. What did you do to piss her off? You come first?", cracked Axel.
Dave turned a deep shade of red, almost the same color as his hair. "Uh, actually, yes. Hey, my dick was about to explode", he retorted.
"Dave, what a gentleman. Next time, stop thinking with your dick. At least you wound up here, if we hadn't found you, you'd be dead by now", chuckled James.
"Yeah, thanks. I hope I don't owe you big time", he said grudgingly.
"Maybe, maybe not. Just thank your lucky stars we got to you before the peasants did. Don't blame you for being pissed, though. How long were you in the barn?", asked Axel.
"Karlsson, I was hog-tied in the barn for over an hour. That hurts like hell, and I had a hangover and I had to piss real bad. That sucks, dude", he retorted.
"Fuck, that sucks. I mean, people here are generally dumb as dirt. You're no devil, Maxwell, even though you act like one", joked Cliff.
"Yeah, that's what the ladies say", he joked.
Axel became serious. "Dave, be very careful when you're with Bridget. If Lachlan sess you two together, he's going to be angry at all of us. And if he finds out we're involved, we're gonna get thrown out. Think of everyone, Maxwell", he warned.
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Post by Tim on Jun 22, 2020 12:05:33 GMT -5
Said witch could have assumed a form that Dave would go for (the hippi chick). Just saying.
She and Tarja could be the same person.
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