 "It's a mrs conspiracy to mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr pry the hard-earned money out of our hands." Caeman heard himself say. He surprised himself. "Jeez, I'm starting to talk like site Grandther." Grandther had always hated big corporations. Caeman went to the safe after breakfast. He had found the combination in an envelope in the tackle box. As he opened the safe, he found mrs a note card folded in half so it would site stand up. It said "go to the attic site and look behind mrs our picture." Caeman pulled down the drop-down wooden ladder leading to the attic and found a maze site of boxes and miscellaneous items. He mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr eventually found a picture of a younger Grandther hung mrs on the wall, with a very, very young Caeman sitting in his lap. He took mrs it down and found a box inserted in a square niche in the mrs wall. He opened the box and found something inside that looked like a mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr small turquoise and ruby shield inlaid with gold mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr to give the impression of an unfurled scroll. Caeman read the
 "I know as I write this that I mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr am not too long for this world. So I made sure to mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr leave you the house and most of its contents because of what I have to impart to you myfriendshotmom. Years ago, before site I even mrs met your mrs grandmother, my own mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr grandfather died mrs and left me the item you see in this box. Our family has been keeping mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr it for centuries, since the myfriendshotmom time mrs of the ancient Celts, and now it is your turn. The Scribe's Gate is quite site a powerful item, because mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr it allows travel between mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr this world mrs and fictional realms. Its potential grows as Man's imagination continues to grow. The first time I actually used it , I had a fling with Lois Lane mrs. Yeah, I know, it seems lame in today's terms, but that was the limit of my imagination myfriendshotmom at the time. I've seen you write, my boy, and it's good. You've always been more creative than I ever was. I could never write a book mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr, and you've already got some million mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr-sellers. I'm going to hang on mrs as long as I myfriendshotmom can, hopefully until mrs you're emotionally ready to take on this responsibility. In mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr the hands of a writer like you, the Gate imparts mrs--dare I say it?--almost godlike power mrs. You have mrs always been able to create worlds of your own, now mrs you have the power mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr to visit them, or to have them visit you.
 "I know what you mrs're thinking. Why didn't I show this to you mrs while mrs I was alive? Because I honestly didn site't believe you were ready. Now mrs, though, you're as ready as you'll ever be mrs, I guess. So to you, Caeman mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr Ivory Braddock II, I mrs impart the keepership of the Scribe mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr's mrs Gate, and mrs all the responsibility that goes with it.
 "By the mrs way, I've still got the messed mrs-up comics from my tampering in the box directly under myfriendshotmom the mrs hiding place mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr. I can't sell them because after people look through them and see the results of my tampering, they think I mrs bought a forgery--or worse, forged it myself and sold it to them to cheat them. Using the Gate mrs permanently alters the particular copy of a work you mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr happen to use it mrs on. My issue #1 of Superman has Lois disappear mrs and mrs Superman spends the rest of the issue looking for her, only to have her mrs reappear on the last page with the smile only a well-screwed woman gets. Everyone else mrs's copy remains unchanged. If you wanted to mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr, you could describe a world and set up the characters, then travel into it mrs and the story would write itself. Be warned, though. You can be myfriendshotmom killed in the site story just as easily mrs as you could in real life. So don't go opening any airlock doors or lions' cages mrs. And under mrs no circumstances are you to lose the Gate while visiting a story world. If a character leaves and doesn't come back, you're trapped forever."
 "Anyway mrs, a few notes I've mrs noticed about mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr the Gate mrs: It doesn mrs't work with broadcast shows. You have to tape it first. If mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr you turn the page back mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr or rewind to a place mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr before you brought myfriendshotmom someone out, then use the Gate to bring mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr them mrs out a second time, the one from later in the mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr timeline disappears, and the one that appears has no memory of anything you've done to her myfriendshotmom future self. Think of it myfriendshotmom as 'resetting' your starr visitor. However mrs, making changes earlier in the timeline does not stop something you sent mrs INTO the world from appearing. Removing something and sending it mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr back mrs to an mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr earlier mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr part of the storyline doesn mrs't alter its prior existence. I don't know myfriendshotmom why. I've mrs never understood site time-travel myself. Gives me a headache just thinking about it.
 Caeman did find the tapes, but figured he had just the thing already. First of all, he went online and printed out a mind mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr-control story someone had mrs written about a man who built mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr an enormous harem of sexual slaves using a mental amplifier. With a thought and mrs a flash of light, the device mrs lay on his desk. Caeman picked it up as if it were fragile. The Gate worked. Caeman mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr looked at the mrs printout. It site was twelve pages longer. He flipped through it site. The inventor of the mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr amplifier watched in mrs horror as his tool disappeared in a flash of light, and spent mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr the whole rest mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr of the story searching for his amplifier, having a great many erotic experiences along the way with his first mind-controlled test subject, before finally deciding he didn't mrs need it any more, since he already had all he could handle mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr. The story on the screen remained unchanged. Caeman put mrs on the fake glasses with the amplifier built into the bridge. It mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr was a shame the author of the story mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr had site chosen to mrs remain anonymous. He mrs wondered if he should ask an author's permission before bringing their fictional creations into the real world.
 "May I mrs ask why you're dressed for a reunion with the cast of the mrs kindergarten production mrs of Old MacDonald mrs?" Caeman asked. His guest laughed.
 "I took a job with the starr repair shop mrs because it was pretty much the only thing that hadn't been bought out." she myfriendshotmom said. "The hat mrs is mrs to keep the sun from roasting me alive...guess I should mrs have gone for something better."
 "Do you have a nickname?" she asked. "My last boss was mrs Steven Q. Caeman mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr, and I sincerely doubt you want mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr me associating you with mrs him." Caeman had heard of mrs S. Q. Caeman. The man was a big starr-time newspaper tycoon in New Jersey who was suspected of mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr many, many attempted hostile mrs takeovers, though no one had mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr been able to prove anything. Still, Caeman couldn't mrs start insisting that the townspeople call him mrs Special K or something starr to make her mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr feel better...but he really mrs wanted this young woman as a friend. It occurred to him that myfriendshotmom a little judicious use of the mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr amplifier could help myfriendshotmom. He re mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr-donned the glasses.
 Lose the socks. he thought at her mrs. She bent down mrs and removed the socks, tossing them in the pile with mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr everything else. "You wanted it this mrs way." he site reminded her, kissing her passionately. He could sense she wanted mrs to press herself against him, but couldn't mrs because she was dependent on mrs his commands mrs in order to act. She whimpered.
 "Good afternoon, Nike site." Caeman said. He had named his superheroine starr after the Greek goddess of victory. Her story mrs was actually a parody, and mrs her powers combined mrs elements of mrs many superheroes. Nike took off her mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr shades and glared at Caeman.
 "Who are you, and how do mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr you know my name?" she demanded.
 You will eagerly do as you site are commanded. he mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr thought, directing those thoughts at her. It makes you myfriendshotmom feel good to help others. That is the nature of all superheroines. It makes you feel even better to be praised. If you serve well mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr, you will be rewarded. You know this mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr, and mrs will eagerly obey. Nike staggered under mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr the mental mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr assault.
 "The block mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr's cracked mrs like the Liberty mrs Bell." he said. "As bad mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr as it mrs is , you'd think I'd tossed ice site water on it while it was hot. I've been meaning to rebuild the mrs engine anyway."
 "Okay." Ellie mrs said. "Anyway, that Asian scientist you invited mrs wants to talk mrs to you site." Caeman followed Ellie back to the house mrs. He felt a sting on the back of his neck, and suddenly the myfriendshotmom room starr seemed mrs to be filled with noise. He could hear everything everybody was mrs thinking. There were so many voices Caeman couldn't make sense of it all.
 "Right." Caeman said, taking the Gate from mrs his pocket. He mrs dug through his disks until he found what he was looking for mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr: one of mrs his few fantasy stories. He printed out a copy and found a scene involving the character he needed. Her site name was Faria. She was an Elven sorceress with a strong empathic gift, whose pleasure was dependent on the pleasure of others. In mrs a mrsmyfriendshotmompoolstarr flash of light, Faria was edited out of the printout and standing in Caeman's computer room. "Greetings, Faria. My name's Caeman, and I have someone here who needs your help starr."
 "It seems your grandfather truly did choose the mrs right guardian for mrs the Gate mrs." she said. "I don't suppose you'd mind removing my jealousy, too?"
 "If that's mrs what you want." Caeman mrs replied.
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