He slowed down and pulled the car over. He looked her in the eye.
“Lady, get out of my car.”
She looked at him intently. Never breaking his gaze. She settled her mind, expanding the field.
Her eyes were hypnotic. He felt held. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him. His body began to warm up but not in a sexual way. His fantasies dissolved and his sexual energies couldn’t distract his attention. He was stunned, confused and off. His usual inside stories couldn’t form. His reasonings left him naked. He felt open, vulnerable, and seen.
She saw the clearing in his mind. It was good he had pulled the car over. This gave them some more time, as it was relative to this place. She took a deep breath, and relaxed her heart.
“In the future one of your relatives becomes a world leader. The genetic memory of how you love is the root of disease in your relative. Where I come from this viral seed of consciousness spreads as an epidemic and changes the course of all history.”
His mouth hung open. He wanted to punch her in the face. For a moment he visualized it. His hand making contact on her pretty smooth cheek, knocking her pretty white teeth out. Why couldn’t he have just picked up a normal horny desperate bitch who would gladly take his ten dollars for a blow job. He didn’t know what to think. His thoughts swirled in multiple directions. He took a deep sigh.
“Please get out of my car you crazy psycho.” he looked at her with distain.
“Look. I know this is a lot to take in. But I don’t have a lot of time. We are going to go over that hill up there and collide with another time line. There is a good chance if you don’t change your heart about how you see me, that you’ll destroy all hope for the eradication of this disease. You are the root of hate.”
He wondered if his gun was still under his seat.
To be continued….