The Clock of Miss Fortune ✔

Chapter - 8

Michael looked at Hannah. She was smiling as she stepped out of the bathroom. "Took you long enough." He said.

"Yeah." Hannah smiled and nodded. "I felt relaxed after a long time." And she looked around. "Where's Miley?"

"She fell asleep. I put her to bed." Michael answered.

It had started raining heavily while Hannah was asleep in the bathtub. It was hardly thirty minutes and she knew it. In those minutes it started pouring heavily.

Hannah looked at Michael. He felt different. He looked out the window. His face calm. His lips wet from licking it with his tongue. He really felt like a different person. Hannah couldn't understand it. Thunder roared and his appearance changed for that mere second. Mr. Fortune? Hannah wondered. Adrift in time she found herself outside Fortune family's mansion wearing a much prettier dress. She was looking into a small pond.

Young and beautiful Ms. Balentine smiled and placed her long black hair on her back. Slowly turning back Balentine was taken aback. Mr. Howard Fortune stood there smiling. He held her hand and kiss it. "Soon to me Mrs. Fortune. May I?" He gestured for a walk. She blushed and nodded. Howard was young and handsome and wore an elegant black and white walking dress with a slight fullness at the shoulder and a waistcoat with lapels. He wore tight pantaloons and a higher black top hat which he told Balentine that his father had gifted him. His skin was light brown with brown eyes, black short hair and neatly made hair, no mustache or beard.

Balentine wore a dress with a sheer top layer over a partial lining and a patterned shawl. A gold armlet on her left arm. The material is light and striped. She was very fair, blue eyes, and very slender body.

They walked down the big garden where many flowers grew, grass were cut clean, trees trimmed and a path carved to walk around. "It is beautiful." Balentine spoke. "I love the flowers." She held Howards hand firmly.

"My mother loved flowers as well." Howard said. "It is sad that she is not here to see us together."

"It would've been wonderful." Balentine sadly smiled.

"I am happy that you are here with me, my love." He brushed her cheek and they turned cherry red. "For I am forever yours till even after our final breath."

"I am as well." Balentine blushed more and nodded.

"Do you know what makes humans who they are?"

Balentine looked confused at a sudden question and shook her head after thinking for a while.

"Ideals and sins." He said and nodded.

"I do not understand." She said.

"That is fine. It is just a thought." He smiled and they walked for a while.

The memories went by in a flash like a film rolling without an end. The family dinner, wedding, and celebration of a new life. Balentine's lips met Howards, and heat increased inside their body. Heat for love, heat for something new. Their clothes were on the ground, and their bodies one. As they made love to each other a dissolving sensation covered them. They felt being underwater and constantly being swallowed by it. "Slow down babe." The voice, breathing heavily spoke through the darkness underwater. "Babe..." It called again.

The heat rose to a new state where her body danced and her moaned soothed her mind. Her breasts bounced rapidly. Sweat started dropping down on Michael's chest. He grabbed her buttocks and tried to slow down her movement. But it didn't stop her. She moved his hands away. "Howard." She spoke.

"Howard?" Michael wondered.

"Michael?" Hannah's consciousness seemed to come back to this world. Her voice whispered in a soft moan as she climaxed. "I'm sorry..." She buried her head in his chest. "How did this happen?"

"What do you mean how?" Michael shot a confused look. His eyebrows raised.

"I..."

"Are you okay? And who is this Howard?"

"Mrs. Balentine's husband." She answered without a second thought.

"What... the hell?!"

"The one who owned the clock. From 1812."

"Why would you call his name while we were having sex?"

"I... I was having a dream. I was Balentine. The younger and beautiful one."

"You are reading too much into them. You need to stop before this makes you crazy." Michael pushed her away on the bed.

"Michael... Please don't be mad."

"I am not." He immediately spoke almost as if he wanted to answer before she finished her sentence. "I told you to slow down, but you went crazy there. I'm just going to get some water."

Hannah rubbed her sweaty forehead and looked at Michael's concerned face. "You know I love you."

"I know." He said. "Balentine, huh?" He looked at her.

"What about her?"

"Nothing." He went down.

Michael came up after a few minutes and brought a jug filled with water and two glasses. He filled one and gave it to Hannah. She drank it and let a sigh escape her mouth. "Thanks love." She said.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know. I've been feeling..." Hannah thought for right words. She rubbed her temple, "Different." She bit her lip. "I feel like a second soul has entered my body. I am seeing many memories as if I was present there myself. Maybe I am reading too much about the owner of the clock, but-" she licked her lips and rubbed her eyes trying to remember every bit of memories she had witnessed. "But some memories are different. New even. Memories formed without any information that I have read about."

"Maybe your mind is making those memories up. Since you are digging deeper your mind is creating new images which are eventually leading to a fictional memory. That must be it."

"Could be." She asked for more water and gulped it down, but slowly this time. "I'm off. I don't feel like watching our regular night time movie."

"Sure."

"Are you watching still?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah. I'm not sleepy." Michael said. He turned on the television while Hannah slept beside him on the bed.