Chapter 1
1975
The floor of the C-130 Hercules swayed and bucked as the pilot lined up the nose of the turbo-prop transport with his ground reference point. Nineteen-year-old Second Lieutenant Jacob Elliott Turner, Florida Army National Guard, wiggled around for the hundredth time trying to get more comfortable. "As if that was ever going to happen," he thought, laden down as he was by the bulky equipment container between his legs. Not to mention the T-10 parachute on his back, his reserve at his waist and the M-1951 weapons container strapped to his side. It was July and it was sticky hot as only Georgia can get.
It was the last official day of Airborne Training, his fifth and final jump before he received his wings. The fifth jump was a combat equipment jump, hence the additional paraphernalia strapped to him. At least he was in the troop seat nearest the door. With no one to his right, he had a little more room to stretch out. The shortness of the flight was also a blessing. The C-130 took off from Ft. Benning, Georgia, climbed to fifteen hundred feet, flew a twenty minute race track loop, and dropped them over Friar Field in Alabama.
The red lights came on above the troop doors and the jump master held up six fingers.
"SIX MINUTES!" he shouted.
The crew chief on either side of the airplane hooked up their safety straps, opened the troop doors, and kicked out the jump step. The jump master, an Airborne Course Instructor commonly referred to as a black hat, hung out the door to do a visual 360 around the aircraft. His counterpart in the other door did the same thing. The airspace around the plane was clear, the jumpmasters pulled themselves back in and gave each other a thumbs up.
Jake was the first man in his stick of jumpers, that meant he would stand in the door and exit the aircraft first. He was standing in the door because he had been selected as the honor graduate of his class. Jump school was his reward for finishing first in his Officer Candidate School class, the first Guardsman from Florida to accomplish the feat. Jake laughed ruefully, he was a shake and bake butter bar in the National Guard, the lowest form of officer life. Yep, he was on a tear during his second military career. He had damned well better be good, he thought, after all he had twenty-five years of practice.
Jake was in the National Guard for two reasons: one was that it allowed him to serve his country while continuing his normal life. The other was that he wanted a second chance at being an officer. In his first life, he had turned down OCS and a chance at a commission to go to Vietnam with his Special Forces buddies. Of course, it would not hurt politically later on either.
The jumpmaster broke Jake's reverie when he stomped on the floor. He pointed to Jake and the trooper across from him.
"GET READY!"
Sixty-four combat equipped troopers moved to get into a position they could rise from.
"OUTBOARD PERSONNEL, STAND UP!"
Jake clumsily rose to his feet; he grabbed the anchor line cable with his left hand for balance, keeping his right hand over the d-ring handle of his reserve. It would mucho- sucko to have his reserve accidentally deploy inside the aircraft.
"INBOARD PERSONNEL, STAND UP!"
The paratroopers in the inside rows of seats tottered to their feet. Floor space was at a premium; the soldiers behind him pushed Jake ahead a couple of feet.
"HOOK UP!"
Jake unclipped his static line hook from the carrying handle of his reserve and latched it over the outboard anchor line cable. He made sure the opening faced the skin of the aircraft then inserted the safety wire. Then he grabbed the static line below the hook after gathering up a loop of slack.
"CHECK STATIC LINES!"
Jake tugged on his static line and made sure the safety wire was threaded through its holes and bent over. The safety wire kept the sliding catch of the static line hook from opening accidentally. The jumper behind him made sure Jake's static line was routed correctly through the elastic bands on the exterior of his pack tray.
The jumpmaster continued his commands.
"CHECK EQUIPMENT!"
The troopers checked their equipment, making sure that their equipment and weapon's containers were secure.
"SOUND OFF FOR EQUIPMENT CHECK!"
The last man in each stick slapped the ass of the man in front of him and yelled, "OK!"
When the okay was passed up his stick, Jake gave the jumpmaster a thumbs up.
"All okay, jumpmaster!" Jake shouted.
The jumpmaster pointed to Jake, then to the door and bellowed, "STAND IN THE DOOR!"
Jake shuffled forward and pushed his static line to the jumpmaster. He turned to his right and assumed a good door position, hands on either side of the door, right foot on the jump step, and head up looking at the horizon. The jumpmaster was looking out of the aircraft and down, searching for the flanker panel of the drop zone identification letter. He spotted the panel at the same time the green light came on. The jumpmaster stood up quickly and slapped Jake on the helmet.
"GO!"
Jake started to leap up and out when an updraft hit the aircraft. Instead of a vigorous exit, Jake was pitched forward out the door, the heavy equipment container unbalancing him. He bounced off the side of the aircraft with a thud, and then was jerked violently as his static line deployed his parachute. Jake had not been able to get in a good tight body position because of his ugly exit. As a result, he was spinning in the air, twisting his static line up to the canopy of the parachute. Jake could smell the rip-stop nylon melting as the canopy fused itself together from the friction. The canopy fluttered uselessly in a cigarette roll as Jake reached for the handle of his reserve. There was better than a fifty-fifty chance his reserve would wrap around his main. He could better those odds if he manually deployed his reserve instead of relying on the spring loaded pilot chute.
Your life did indeed flash before your eyes, he marveled -- as he began to wonder what would come next...
1972
February 1972 was a watershed month for Jake. After the death of Randal Thornton, he could move on with his life. The arrival of Nina Mallory was also a wake up call. Jake knew that he could effect some radical changes in the direction this time line headed. He planned to do just that. If he could get Nina on board and out of her lethargy, he would have a powerful ally. If his theory that recycled minds were responsible for individuals who changed the course of history was even partly correct, imagine what two working in concert could accomplish.
The ultimate icing on the cake was that he was only sixteen. He could not do anything for a few years except lay the ground work for his future actions as an adult. Since he could not do a whole lot more than he was doing, he might as well enjoy his down time in the ways young men always had. He was going to play sports and chase women. Oh yeah, and when he was old enough he was going to join the military. He strongly believed that service to his country was a duty every citizen should shoulder.
It was mid-March when he received the call from Sven that put him on the national radar again. Sven had been contacted by an independent film company that wanted to expand his Reader's Digest story into a made for television movie. Sven thought it was a good idea. Yes, it would probably be corny -- but so what? Oh, and, by the way, they are offering fifty thousand dollars for the movie rights for each of us, he added. Jake told Sven to do what he thought best, after all Sven was the advertising swami, not Jake. Sven took the movie deal and ran with it. Jake received periodic updates but for the most part kept his nose out of it. Truth be told, the whole 'Zero to Hero' thing embarrassed him.
Jake's love life settled down some also despite his stated hankering to chase the ladies. He still had a phalanx of willing women but, as everyone was caught up in living life, demands on him moderated. He had a day a week with Liz, pretty much on a set schedule of Wednesday afternoons. Tigger had completely recovered from her near-death ordeal; she was also a once a week lover. Tigger was so intense in her love-making she was wiped out for a few days afterwards. Jake was trying to get her to pace herself because a session with her was like being in a barroom brawl without breakaway bottles and furniture.
Erika still joined Melissa and him every once in a while but she was primarily focused on helping poor little Nina. Jake and Helga got together every once in a while for refined Nordic nookie. Jake suspected that Sven pushed her towards him when she got too demanding. Helen had become mysteriously unavailable. Debbie and Jody Marks were still an item and Jake enjoyed an occasional threesome with them. Angie and he got together occasionally to take the edge off Angie's cravings. Angie was still crazy about Tyler Thornton but she had needs, so Jake Turner gave her the periodic therapeutic pounding.
Big goings on were happening at the Doane house down on Riverside Drive. La Monte Dupree was now a resident there. He had worked a deal with his boss to edit only for Rebecca. Then he convinced Rebecca to make him her literary agent. The big surprise was that the affair between Rebecca and Dupree that Jake was expecting never blossomed. Instead, La Monte and pregnant sister Katie fell in love. The two of them were intellectual soul mates. Jake certainly had not anticipated that turn of events but he liked it just fine. According to Rebecca, they were also major horndogs, one minute debating Sartre, the next trying to push the headboard through the wall. Katie being pregnant did not bother La Monte; Katie did not mind that he was older. La Monte joked that he could walk the child to the school bus on his way to pick up his social security check. Rebecca told Jake he was stuck with his old maid librarian for a while longer and his continued inspiration would help her writing.
Most Saturdays he and Melissa spent with Hope and Faith. Carl and Diane were happy to get a break from them. It was a challenge having two energetic little geniuses under foot. Jake and Muffy would find something to do with the twins in the morning then they would go to the bungalow and let the girls work off a little erotic steam. Faith and Hope were accepted into the Stetson University Young Musicians program. Diane was worried about them living on the Stetson campus; she thought that all the young men there would be a distraction for the precocious nymphs. When Melissa offered to put them up during the week at her new place, Diane quickly agreed. Practically speaking, Jake's horizontal dance card was pretty much permanently filled with a broad variety of smart, attractive, and loving women and any new candidates would have to go on the waiting list in the margin.
The new house was amazing. Jake was blown away when Muffy took him there for a tour. Jake whole-heartedly agreed when Melissa said the place felt like the comfortable center where they would spend the rest of their lives. Melissa hired Turner Furniture to decorate the place; Helen personally took charge of the project.
Jake and Melissa planned to move in the first week in June; both had been accepted for enrollment by Stetson and were going to attend classes during the summer. Stetson had a program they called tri-mester that would allow them to attend school year round. Jake could graduate in two years because of the CLEP; it would take Melissa two and a half. Erika had also been accepted but was not that excited about the prospect of more school. Erika saw her future running their household, kicking anyone's ass that messed with Melissa and taking care of Nina. The martial arts training and weapons instruction were turning her into the Viking princess she so closely resembled.
Graduation from high school was almost anticlimactic. Melissa was Valedictorian; her speech was about looking to the future while not forgetting the past. It was the same topic used by thousands of hopeful graduates over the years. Yet Melissa managed to put a fresh enough spin on it to convince the audience that the future was boundless. Jake proudly walked across the stage to take his diploma; Diane McClelland had a tear in her eye as she gave it to him. He waved the paper in the air as he exited the stage.
"Yes!!" he whooped. Many were proud that the former glue-sniffing jerk had become the real Jake.
It was the day after graduation, the first Friday of June. Jake and Melissa were loading up the last items left to move to their new home. Erik Johansson had brought his pickup truck to help out. Erik and Melissa had already made one trip. Jake was banned from going to the new house until Melissa took him there; she said she had a few surprises for him. Everyone had pitched in helping them bring down their clothes and personal items. Jake moaned and groaned about the number of pairs of shoes he had had to carry down for Melissa. He did not care how smart he became; he would never understand why a woman needed more than four pair of shoes.
Nina and her possessions were already at the new place; she and Erika had moved her belongings earlier. Nina was spending the weekend at Erika's; the Johanssons loved little Nina to death. Erika was not moving all her stuff until she finished summer school six weeks from now. Hope and Faith were moving in during the second week of July when their music program started.
Everything was finally loaded; Jake shook hands with Charles and hugged Helen. Even though they were only moving eleven miles, Helen hugged him as if he were shipping out for overseas. Jake told them he would see them Sunday after church. Melissa had invited them over as the first dinner guests as queen of her own castle.
Melissa rode with Jake as they followed Eric. When they turned off state road 45 Jake noticed that the arch that connected the white, three-rail fence on either side of the driveway had a sign identifying the place as the TnT Ranch. The drive undulated toward the main entrance, creating a series of vistas that spoke of quiet wealth and family living.
Inside, Jake expressed his admiration of the décor. Helen and her designer had brought Melissa's vision to life. The house was decorated in a casual country style, meant for living in, not looking at. The furniture fit the house perfectly, Jake felt at home immediately. He chuckled wryly; he was now Jake Turner, country squire. This being a kept man gig definitely had its perquisites.
The big house was shaped like the letter 'E' with the arms pointing away from the entrance and driveway. The long base held the common rooms and a huge professionally equipped kitchen. The left and right wings each had a two room suite with bath on one side of the central hall. The other side of the hall had two large bedrooms that shared a bathroom. The center projection of the 'E' was the master suite. The master bedroom was large and bright with French doors leading to the pool. It had a palatial bathroom and a walk-in closet the size of an apartment. A sitting room and study that Melissa had converted into his and her offices completed the suite.
The furniture was nice and understated except for the bedroom. Dominating the room was the biggest bed Jake had ever seen. Melissa told him that Sam Parker, her construction superintendent, built it himself. The bed was eight feet by eight feet with huge corner posts. The bed had been built in two sections and assembled on site. The foundation, mattress, and bedding had all been custom made. Jake grinned at the thought of the number of people the bed would comfortably hold and the fun they all would have when someone in the middle needed to make a temporary exit.
Jake made a call to Maurice the maitre d and reserved a table for Melissa and him for that evening. He told his old friend Maurice to put on the dog for him; it was a special night. Maurice said it would be taken care of. Jake told Muffy to get dressed up, they were going out to celebrate. Melissa thought he was referring to them moving in to their own place. Well there was that, but today was also the first anniversary of his new life. It was June 2, exactly one year since he awoke from the coma.
At seven, Maurice showed them to their table on the patio overlooking the ocean. Maurice made some heartfelt admiring comments about Melissa's beauty. Jake had to agree that he had never seen her look more lovely. The maroon knee-length cocktail dress she wore hugged the supple curves of her magnificent body perfectly. Her almond shaped brown eyes and classic features made her look more like Sophia Loren as she matured. The thick mass of raven hair that tumbled down her back shined as if it had been dusted with diamonds.
Melissa and Jake enjoyed the romantic meal; Jake's trust in Maurice to insure everything was perfect was, once again, not misplaced. This evening there was no walk on the beach, Melissa made it clear to Jake that she wanted to motor directly home and make love in their new bed. Jake called Maurice over and slipped him a c-note; Muffy's idea sounded like a plan to him.
The lovers had the house to themselves. Jake swept her up in his arms as soon as they were in the door. He carried her to the bedroom and deposited her gently on the huge bed. She kept her arms locked around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. Jake sought her lips with his; she craned her head up and met him half way. Jake poured all the love he felt for this marvelous woman into that first kiss; Melissa fell back on the bed, breathless.
Their first evening together in the new house made Melissa giddy about their future together. Her man lovingly undressed her and spent an eternity worshipping her body with his lips and tongue. He spent ten minutes kissing and caressing her as he whispered words of endearment that caused little shock waves to ripple through her vagina. He lavished attention on her breasts, alternately nipping them just the way she liked. She wanted to reciprocate but Jake shushed her and moved farther down. He rose up and shucked his shirt off; Melissa gasped as his muscular chest was exposed - the manly view never failed to make her loins liquefy. Then he was between her legs, her gasp turned to moans as he started gently licking around her mound.
Jake noticed that his little Muffy was much louder here in her own house. She had always been vocal; now, without the specter of his parents right down the hall she could really let go. Not only was she louder, she was also even more passionate. He nibbled her clit until she climaxed. Wailing and babbling, her hips bucked up and down almost dislodging him. Jake wrapped his hand around her and grabbed a cheek of her gorgeous ass in each hand. He continued to worry her clit with his lips and tongue, not letting her rest from her orgasm. She noisily came twice more before pulling his head forcefully from between his legs.
"In me! I want you in me now, Baby", Melissa growled. "Give it to me; give my hot little pussy that big hard dick."
Jake stood up on the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes. He settled between her splayed thighs, put the head of his dick at the opening of her vagina, and unceremoniously slammed it into her. She was as lubricated as an axle bearing. He slid all the way home in one long smooth stroke.
Melissa screamed in pleasure as he bottomed out; her legs shot up and wrapped python like around his waist.
"Oh, Baby," she wailed, "get it in deeper."
She loosened her death grip with her legs and Jake could put them over his shoulders. He rocked her onto her upper back and was able to penetrate her another inch. The head of his dick was drumming a tattoo against her womb as he savagely pounded her. It was exactly what she wanted; being in their own home and totally dominated by her man sent her sailing towards the most exquisite orgasm of her young life. When his forceful ejaculations splattered against her womb, her eyelids fluttered and she passed out. It was the first time Jake could remember her being quiet as she came.
1975
When the updraft hit the C-130, heavily laden paratroopers were tossed around like rag dolls. A few soldiers were injured, two seriously. The crew chief and load master alertly pulled the safety pins and closed the troop doors. The pilot declared an in-flight emergency and headed for Ft. Benning. The three other aircraft in the flight aborted their drop, climbed to five thousand feet, and orbited the drop zone.
On the ground below, family and invited guests were sitting in bleachers to watch the jump and presentation of airborne wings to the new paratroopers. They received a show they had not expected. As the lead aircraft was at the far end of the DZ, it seemed to shoot up in the air and dip to one side. A single body fell from the plane trailing what appeared to be a green streamer. The military brass watching jumped up and headed toward the Officer in Charge of the Drop Zone. The OIC was frantically talking on the radio as he waved the ambulance out towards the DZ.
Melissa felt an icy fist grip her heart. Jake had told her that he would be the first man out of the first airplane. She watched in rapt horror as her man plummeted toward the earth.
Jake put his left hand over the flap on the front of his reserve to prevent the pilot chute from deploying, pulled the ripcord grip, and dropped it. He played out some of the reserve, and then threw it out and to the side. It took an agonizing second for the reserve's canopy to catch enough air to billow out. The reserve slowed his descent markedly but he was still falling at a much faster than normal rate of decent. Jake yanked on the quick releases to drop the equipment container. He would be in a world of hurt if he landed with it still strapped off just below the family jewels. The container dropped to the end of its fifteen foot lowering line and Jake hit the ground like a bag of shit six feet from it. Even though he did the best parachute landing fall of his life, it felt as if he had been run over by a truck.
Jake groggily rose to his feet and waved to let everyone know he was okay. The ambulance pulled up to him then and the medics jumped out to assist him. He waved them off and started to recover his equipment. The medics told him to leave everything in place so that the parachute riggers could examine it. Jake nodded and began walking toward the assembly area. The DZ OIC spotted Jake through his binoculars and picked up his megaphone.
"The trooper you saw coming down is up and waving his arms," he said to the deathly silent crowd in the bleachers.
Melissa Thornton Turner jumped to her feet and raised her clasped hands in heavenward thanks. The crowd resumed breathing; none of them had been completely sure it was not their own loved one dropping like a rock.
"YES!" she shouted, as she scrambled out of the bleachers to
personally check on her husband.