Black Arts 101-- Chapter 1
Date: 1/27/98
From: marcos1

Memo: From the desk of Lord Trask
From: Stardate 2533.10.23
Subject: The Doctor

This is an advisory for all, Trask time police. There is a dangerous criminal loose somewhere in the time continuum. He is dangerous man. Going by the name The Doctor. His description is as follows: purple eyes, long white hair, baggy blue jeans, 5'4", 130 lbs. He has a dangerous attitude towards sex. He frequently engages in masturbation, and other forbidden activities. He is engaging in freelance time travel, and frequently shifts from parallel universe, to parallel universe. He is spreading a dangerous philosophy of free sex, nudity, and erotic fantasy. These ideas are forbidden by order of the Trask Committee on reproduction, which requires that cloning be the reproduction choice. Sex is simply too dangerous.

End Of Memo

The Year 2005---Windcliff Nursing Home

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Selma Jones was the night nurse. She was a black lady, in her mid-forties. She was heavy-set, with a very warm smile. She loved her patients. And tried to make them, as happy as possible. She hated the fact that many of them, parents, grandparents, never had any visitors. Why do people allow their old people to die alone? Selma tried to make a difference. She read to her patients, sometimes from books by Dickens, HG Wells, etc., really anything that they desired. She even read books by authors like Henry Miller, with his erotic classics. She was surprised that many of her patients, both male, and female, still had feelings of a sexual nature. She had caught many a man, with a stiff penis, and many a woman, rubbing herself. She never scolded them, but merely smiled. Tonight, was a very slow night. The local Minister had just left. He had conducted a small service, with singing, and refreshments-like kool-aid, and donuts. She was just finishing her nightly report, when she saw a most unusual man walking towards her. He was a short man, with purple eyes, long white hair, baggy blue jeans, and old worn out tennis shoes. He was walking hand in hand, with a pretty lady, who had red hair, magnificent cheek-bones, and a white complexion--the color of the finest porcelain.

"Yes, my fine lady," the strange little man said. "We are here to visit a Mr. Timothy Eliot Stokes. We understand that he is currently a guest of your fine establishment. Please tell him that, The Doctor, and Julia Hoffman are here, and would be honored to visit with him."

Selma smiled. "Professor Stokes rarely has visitors. He is one of my favorite patients, still so damn smart."

"That sounds like Eliot," Julia commented. "We are very anxious to see him. It's been quite a while."

"Did I hear that your name was Julia Hoffman?" asked Selma, raising her eyebrows slightly. "The founder of this hospital was also named Julia Hoffman. But she disappeared many decades ago. Since then, its been run by Doctor Amy Jennings."

"She was my mother," lied Julia. "She left Collinsport to do research work in Africa. She did some ground breaking research on sex related diseases. Unfortunately, she died last year."

"Oh, mercy me, I'm sorry," Selma said softly. "I know that its terribly hard to lose one's mother." She walked from her desk, and motioned for them to follow. "The Professor will sure be happy to have visitors. This is his room."

The room was filled with books. There were two bookcases against the far wall, and books all over his bed. Julia was somewhat shocked at his appearance. He was so ancient looking, bald, with a small shrunken body. He was intently reading a book, but dropped it, when he saw her.

"Julia Hoffman!" Eliot exclaimed. "But you haven't changed. You are still the attractive lady that I met in the 1960's." Then he glanced over and saw the Doctor. "You...you...time traveling sex pervert." He laughed. "Now, I understand. Julia, you have joined forces with the Doctor, and traveled through time."

"The Doctor is my husband," Julia replied smiling. "I admit that he is no Barnabas Collins, so tall, and handsome. But I love him. He is very special."

"Its so wonderful to see you!" exclaimed Eliot. "But why are you here? Merely, to see an old friend?"

"I'm working on a book about the Collins family," explained Julia, with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh, Julia, don't try to feed me that old canard," laughed Eliot. "I've heard that story before. What is your real reason for being here?" His laughter filled the room, as he glanced at the Doctor and Julia.

"Mr. Timothy Eliot Stokes," The Doctor said. "She is speaking the truth. We are here researching a book, about a certain female. Her name is Cassandra. What can you tell us about her? When did you first meet her?"

Eliot sat up in bed. His eyes stared off into the distance. "Cassandra...oh yes, I remember her well. I first met her years ago. I was teaching a night class called Paranormal Studies 101." He paused and laughed softly. "But all of my students always called it...Black Arts 101."

To be continued---