Chapter 62: Jail (1)
As Jack reviewed the memories he had just received from his parallel self, he found he was satisfied. Even though it wasn’t this physical body that had enjoyed sex with Miranda, he didn’t feel jealous or horny. He, too, felt the satisfaction that came from the experience, and remembered it as if he had personally experienced it, because, in a sense, he had. As for the fact that his parallel self was presently balls deep inside Miranda, this wasn’t as much of a distraction as he thought it would be. It felt good, like someone rubbing your shoulders while you read. Not necessarily distracting, not not entirely ignorable either.
He finished eating his pizza, then checked the time. It was only 5 am and he and Madison were scheduled to meet with Abigail at 9 am, so he had time before he needed to meet her. He suspected Madison would not be released in time to join them.
The clothes he was wearing were not appropriate for his meeting with Abigail, being rumpled and dirty. He was supposed to meet her at Henry’s office, so at worst he could take a ride-share, but he didn’t think there would be any stores open early enough to buy clothes, so he needed to got back home to retrieve some fresh clothes, assuming they weren’t destroyed along with everything else.
His phone beeped. When he picked it up, he saw it was a text from Wendel. Unlocking his phone, he read the message. The forensics team had sent a preliminary report saying the whole house was trashed, and even his clothes were shredded. The only thing not destroyed were his new cars, the Land cruiser, and GR Supra. Wendel speculated that his new cars were spared because they both had 360 degree security camera coverage in addition to dash cams, and this might have deterred the vandals. It’s one thing for an agent to claim they were just doing their job, and another thing entirely to have video proof that they were actually just being destructive.
The arctic rage he’d felt when he discovered the destruction in his living room stirred when he read Wendel’s text. That they left alone his new cars, with their 360 degree security cameras, just reinforced his belief that the destruction was malicious.
He texted back that he had a meeting at 9 am and needed clean clothes, then asked if Wendel knew of a solution. Wendel texted back that his son was the same size as Jack, and he would be happy to lend Jack some clothes. Jack weighed the mild discomfort of wearing someone else’s clothes with the potential reputation loss of being late to meet with Abigail and decided he was being a wuss and accepted Wendel’s offer.
Then, to pass the time while waiting for Wendel to arrive, he pulled out his laptop and went back to reading papers on CRISPR and other DNA editing techniques. He needed something to distract him from the rage he felt and wanted to be calm when he met Abigail.
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With a shudder, Jack exploded inside Miranda for the third time in less than two hours. As he lay on top of her, she caressed his back and kissed his neck, and he thought about Madison. Would it be like this with her? How was she going to react when she discovered he had bonded Miranda?
Madison was going through a rough time, but she had also been the one to suggest deep throating Miranda, so he didn’t feel guilty about it. He decided he would not try to hide Miranda from Madison and would not delay telling her. He also wanted to find out what was happening to physical Madison. Would the feds release her?
He kissed Miranda, then sat up, saying, "I need to go check on Madison-"