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'I Was Made To Love You' - Part IV

Colin was right when he told me that time travel is just like being squeezed through the eye of a needle. My body was already terrible sore when we left from the strenuous exercise I am not used to, but when I wake up in the past, my whole body is a throbbing mess. On top of that, I am nauseous, ready to barf right in front of Rykar's feet. Not that I would actually mind the latter – it might wipe that smug lofty smile of her face.

"Not feeling well, Mr. Bond," she mocks. "You're such a wuss."

I frown at her. "You've done this about a hundred times before. Cut me some slack here."

Her smile turns patronising. "We're on a tight schedule, Mr. Bond. Put on your big boy pants and let's go."

I slowly stand up, but when I take a step forward, dizziness overcomes me and I have to hold on to her arm for balance. She stares at me with impatience as I shake my head to get rid of the fuzziness.

"You really are a total wimp." She tears her arm free and storms off.

I follow right behind her but can't get myself to divert my eyes from her ass. By God, she is hot, even though she is a total bitch. I wonder if the good outweighs the bad in bed.

When I step outside the warehouse where we arrived, I fill my lungs for the first time in my life with fresh oxygen. It is epic. We landed somewhere in the summer and the sun is high up in the sky but doesn't burn my skin at all as it does in our time. A light breeze brushes over my face and I tilt my head back with my eyes closed, my face pointed towards the sky. The more I fill my lungs with oxygen, the more I feel free – it is the best experience yet.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" she says.

"Yes." I glance at her. "How do you ever go back?"

She sighs. "It's just something you'll get used to. You can't stay or they'll come after you because you could seriously alter history. The risk it too high. Colin is a top marksman and if you miss your return jump, you'll get a return bullet straight into the head."

I arch a brow. "I thought Colin is your friend. He surely wouldn't kill you."

Her smile is mild. "You don't have friends in our line of business, Mr. Bond. Everyone you know could turn into your enemy one day, and those who don't, die. That's just a fact of life I'll suggest you accept." She sure has a rosy outlook.

I can't think about it much longer when she takes off up the street. New impressions pelt down on me as my eyes dart from left to right and back, soaking up unimaginable things. There are cars and people on bikes the way it was described in the history books, green grass and dogs walking on leashes. It is absolutely astonishing.

"Close your mouth, Mr. Bond," Rykar scolds. "You look like a retard."

I don't pay attention to her, halting in my tracks when an amazing whiff teases my nostrils. My mouth waters automatically to a point where I am drooling.

"Is that what I think it is?" I ask her.

She crooks her head. "Dunno. What do you think that is, Mr. Bond?"

"Hot dogs." I truly arrived in heaven. "Can I have one?"

Her lips actually curl into a smile when she gazes into my eager eyes. "Sure. I guess a couple of minutes break won't harm the mission."

The hot dog stand has any topic imaginable I had once read about and when I take my first bite, I am blown away. This is better than sex. Well, maybe not completely but it sure could compete. I definitely was born in the wrong century.