250 Words: 14th August 2007

Once his time machine was finished, Vincent Vane had a quick think.  He decided
he was a little too nervous to try out the machine before knowing for sure if it would
work.  Though he told himself this way round made more sense, although he wasn’t
sure exactly how.

Having made his decision, Vincent left the garage, returned to the house and sat
down on his bed to wait, making a check of the time.  About sixty seconds later
he heard the front door open and a strangely recognisable gait climb the stairs.  A
smiling face then appeared in his room and Vincent could see he was about to have
fun.

And how!  Vincent Vane proceeded to have the best sex of his life that grey and
dismal afternoon.  Everything about it was just as perfect as he had imagined it
would be.  All the disappointments of the past faded away and he began to think
about all the future sessions ahead of him.  Still, it wasn’t over yet and chickens
shouldn’t be counted before hatching.

After his lover had kissed him and left, Vincent had a refreshing cup of tea and a
shower (the evidence of both being noted in his lover) before returning to the garage
to operate his new toy.

Before long Vincent was back in his bedroom for more of the same.  Even though
he knew basically what was ahead of him it was still fantastic, still highly worthwhile
inventing the machine that made it possible.