TimeEnough For Anything

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This is only a STORY. It is completely ficticious and I do not do some of the things mentioned within. Nor do I recommend these activities to anyone. (Of course, since this is a fantasy, I seriously doubt that many have the ability to do such things). Enough of this blab...lets go to it, shall we?

As Jason wheeled his ailing Pinto out of the parking garage, his mind was running a million miles an hour. What was he going to do now? He knew he could probably find a job within a few weeks but that wouldn't pay the bills laying on his kitchen table. His thoughts again turned to suicide. "If only I had the guts to pull a trigger, or swallow some pills" Jason thought. The tears were beginning to flow pretty freely down his cheeks now and he couldn't even think anymore. He just drove and cried. Jason almost wished he believed in a God of some kind at this moment. He needed something to turn to, something to help relieve his troubles other than booze that only numbed them for a short time. Looking up into the sky through his dingy windshield, Jason said "If there is a God or something up there just waiting for the right moment to help someone..CHOOSE ME!!!"

Jason had never ridden in an ambulance before. Hell, he had never even been to a hospital except to once visit his ailing uncle when he was in High School. He could see the medic looking at him with his mouth moving rapidly in a form that looked like speech, but did not hear a sound. It was like an out-of-body experience. He could see the blood soaked towels, bandages, and such. "Is this me? What happened? Why am I in here? Jason never saw the light turn red. He never even notice a stoplight, and so it follows that he never saw the round barrel of the concrete truck immediately in front of him as he sped into the intersection. As he was looking around trying to figure out what the hell was going on for sure, the lights went out.

Jason woke up for the third time this morning. He had no reason to get out of bed so he rolled over and went back to sleep twice before finally deciding he was just to restless to sleep anymore today. It had been a month since he had been released from the hospital but his doctor had only released him to return to a normal life yesterday. Now he faced the drudgery of finding a new job and of trying to appease his creditors until he could get some cash coming in. Fortunately his landlord was understanding and allowed him some time to recover and get back to work before hounding him for back rent. Standing at his small living room window he was gazing out to the street while thinking of where to begin to apply for a job. Jason noticed a child bouncing a basketball as he walked along the sidewalk. "Man, to be that young again and have so little worries and responsibilities," he sighed.

He chuckled to himself as the child bounced the ball against his foot that it rolled out into the street. As youngsters are apt to do, the boy bounded after his favorite ball in hopes that he could catch it before it got too far away. Jason panicked inside as he saw a yellow VW beetle zooming up the street at a speed totally unnecessary for a small neighborhood. There was absolutely no way he would be able to even reach his front door and open it in time to call out a warning to the hapless child. "Oh my god..STOP!" he cried out.

Standing speechless and in total awe, Jason stood at the window for probably more than 5 minutes just trying to figure out what the hell just happened. The first thing he had noticed was the car standing perfectly still, no more than 10 feet away from the boy. The ball that the kid was chasing was sitting in mid bounce, seemingly floating in air. Then next thing he noticed was the absence of sound. Not that his apartment was noisy or anything, just that all the everyday sounds that he never really noticed were simply not there. No hum from the refrigerator, no tick of the cheap imitation cookoo clock on the wall just to his right, no screeching tires from the car that was about to hit the boy. Jason took all of this in, considered it, weighed it out in his mind, but had no idea what to do. It hit him that the first thing he needed to do was to remove the boy from harms way.

Walking out of his door, down the sidewalk, and out to the street Jason touched the kid and asked him if he was alright. The boy stood perfectly still. Jason picked him up carefully, and carried him to the sidewalk. He then retrieved the ball and put it down beside the child. Looking into the car, he noticed a very cute young lady of perhaps 19 or 20 with the most comical look of surprise on her face. He moved closer to the car, being careful not to walk in front of it, trying to determine if all of this was real. The metal of the cars door was warm to the touch as the summer temperatures were quite warm this time of year in Oklahoma. "Well, the damn thing feels real so I don't think this is a dream. I am pretty sure I did get out of bed and was drinking my coffee when I watched all of this occur. But what the hell actually happened, and why is it still happening? Nothing is moving or making a sound. I see birds in flight just hanging motionless in space, the leaves across the street look almost sculptured into a teepee from the gust of wind that must have been blowing just before everything stopped. But damned if I know how everything stopped!"

Jason had a flash of thought at that moment. Has time itself stopped? Lets remember that Jason is not the sharpest saw at the mill. It takes him a while to catch on, but when he finally does grasp something new, he does fairly well with it. He dashed back into his apartment and came to an abrupt halt not 2 feet away from the cookoo on the wall. That stupid looking little timepiece had been the most accurate time piece he had ever had. It never lost more than one minute per month until now. Now it was completely stopped. Jason stared at the second hand for a while, just to give it a chance to move. He slowly reached for the electrical cord hanging down below the clock and followed it to the plug in the wall, pushing it firmly to make sure it was still plugged in.

"Holy shit" he mumbled to himself. Falling back into his favorite (and only) chair, he sat trying to determine how this all came to be. How did time just come to a screeching halt. How will it start again. Will it start again. A million and one questions raced through his bewildered mind with absolutely no answers to be found. Then came the big question. It hit him so hard that he said it out loud. "Damn...how am I the only thing moving?" The panic was starting to seep into him. So totally clueless he was as to what was happening, how it was happening, and will it ever change back to normal. "Get a grip, boy. There has got to be a way to figure all this out. Retrace your steps and maybe you can find something that makes sense" Jason said to himself. "Everything was going as normal this morning until I saw the car..Holy bejeezus, that's it! I yelled at the car to stop. That's when time froze. Noooo, it can't be. But what else could it be? Do I have the power to stop time somehow? And if I have the ability to make this happen, do I also have the ability to make it go again?"

Jason felt a little stupid walking outside, knowing that he was going to stand in the yard of the apartment complex and simply say GO. But he had to try it, had to see if the had this power. Reaching the end of the sidewalk he stopped short of the street, stopped, cleared his throat, and said in a rather meek voice "GO." Jason waited several seconds as he looked at the car and the kid for any signs of movement. Nothing. The silence remained and the objects that should be in motion were still frozen in time. "GO" he said again, just a little louder this time. Nothing. He could feel himself begin to shake. What if time stood still forever? Would he be in the world alone, having nobody to talk to other than himself? Fear was taking hold in Jason's mind and making him week in the knees. Not knowing whether to yell or shit, he screamed out "GOOOOO!"

The screeching of the VW's tires was possibly the loudest noise he had ever heard. Sounds overwhelmed him instantly, having gone from complete dead silence other than his own breathing and movement, to the hustle and bustle of everyday sounds. With the addition of the tire noise from the rapidly halting car, all the noises filled his ears at once causing him to cover them instantly. The boy with the ball was walking merrily on his way as if nothing had happened. The girl in the car however was not as unscathed by what had happened. Had she run over that kid? Was he under the car? She burst instantly into tears covering her face with her hands, afraid to open the door to look. As Jason watched her hysterical sobbing against the steering wheel he was deciding what to do. Half of him felt like walking over to her to see if she was ok, and to tell her the kid got out of the way or something. The other half of him was dying of curiosity about this new `gift' he had been given. If that is what it was. He decided to assist the young lady first and not be so selfish as to think of himself. Moving around the back of the car he walked up to the window. "Are you alright miss?"

Jason told her that she narrowly missed hitting the lad. He was slightly concerned about her, but on the other hand, he was rather pissed at drivers that don't pay attention to safety when driving through neighborhoods where children play. The girl was pretty shaken up and could not even begin to drive again for several minutes. The longer she sat there, the more pissed Jason became. If he had not had `the power' that poor kid could have been laying there bleeding, or worse. She needed to be taught a lesson or something he thought. His cold stare at the girl would have scared the crap out of the girl if she had been looking. However, she just continued to sit there and weep. Jason watched for a few more minutes and began to figure that she is being punished enough. He was sure this would be a good lesson for her, and one she would likely never forget.

Something caught Jason's eye at that moment. Something he had not noticed before about the girl. It was normally something he would have noticed almost instantly under less stressful circumstances. It was her tits. Just sitting there in their full glory. The girls position leaning forward with her head on her hands and her hands on the steering wheel had allowed her blouse to sag forward, leaving a most delicious gap. It was a gap that fully exposed the girls breasts to anyone who happened to be standing above her and looking down, which was fortunate for Jason, as that was his position. A braless lass in the heat of the summer was not unheard of, but never had Jason been allowed such a view up close and in person. His mouth was as wide open as his eyes as he looked upon the perfectly shaped globes, with the dark brown aerola and equally dark nipples protruding in front of them. All else forgotten, the Jason we now know and love had just locked onto his object. There was no thinking, no deciding, and no thought of consequences. There was only the desire to have his hand holding one of those lovely breasts so prominently displayed before him. There was also no hesitation, as Jason reached out his left hand and with flawless aim shoved his hand perfectly into the girls blouse. The plumpness of her breast along with the perfect skin made his hand feel like a penis in the throes of orgasm. That feeling began flowing from his hand, traveling up his arm and shooting straight down to his crotch.

"Hey!" the girl shouted, "what the hell!" As the girl grabbed Jason's wrist and shoved upward to get his hand off of her breast, she used the other hand to put the car into gear. Quickly she began rolling up the window while at the same time pressing the accellerator to get the heck outta dodge. Unfortunately for Jason, his hand was getting caught up in the window and he was forced to begin walking, then running in order to keep his hand as one part of his prized possessions. "Hey, Hey, wait a sec. Let me get my han..AAARRRGGGHHHH." Jason could no longer keep up the pace and was now being dragged along the street, his wrist very close to breaking off in the window. "STOP!" he bellowed out of desperation.

WHHAAAPP...CLUNK...followed by the sound of breaking glass was all that could be heard. The car had frozen, along with everything else. Everything except Jason. Inertia is a funny thing sometimes. You would think if everything stopped that inertia would also cease. Well, actually, inertia did cease for everyone and everything else but Jason. When everything froze, Jason was still moving at approximately 8 mph. The sounds of his body slapping against the left front fender were overshadowed by the breaking glass. It was the best luck Jason had experienced today, as the breaking of the glass allowed him to keep the appendage rather than snapping it off.

"Gdammit!" he exclaimed as he laid half on and half off the street and curb. It took a few seconds for Jason to shake the cobwebs. As he laid there rubbing his wrist and inspecting it for damage, Jason began to realize that everything was frozen again. "Holy shit. It's happened again. I do have the power. Oh my god! Ok. Wait. Ok. Ok, I yelled stop and everything stopped. It has happened twice, so I don't think it is a fluke. I hollered Go a few minutes ago and everything returned to normal. But when I just spoke the word go, nothing happened. Ok. Ok. Maybe I have to yell stop or go to make it happen. If I just speak the words, nothing. Holy shit. Holy ever loving perverted shit. I can really do it!"