Lost and Forgotten

"1920's? Maybe the '50's. This place is filthy." I muttered as I fought the urge to sneeze and cough.

I opened all the windows as I pulled my shirt's collar up over my nose. I found an ancient feather duster and went to work. A cloud of dust filled the air and thankfully the cross breeze created by the open windows carried it out of the building. Who lived here? It took thirty minutes to get rid of most of the dust. The apartment was a peek back fifty or more years back in time. I went to a small room that appeared to be an office. The desk was locked but a quick search found a key taped to the back of the belly drawer. It unlocked the desk as well as the filing cabinet shoved against the right wall. The contents of the belly drawer defined the nature of the previous occupant. There was a pistol, a box of ammunition, a diary, and an antique fountain pen.

The pistol was loaded and the safety off. The pen was gorgeous and had to have a story attached to it. It was crafted of silver with a single diamond set at the base where the nib attached to the handle. I picked up the diary and dusted it off so that the cloud drifted out the window. The cover was cracked leather with a single steel button on the cover. A thin leather strip was attached to the back cover and wrapped around the button keeping the diary closed. I began unwinding the leather strip and it cracked and fell apart in my hand. Time had taken its toll on it and dried it out over the long decades that had passed. I tossed the remnants of the strip into the metal waste basket next to the desk. I opened the cover of the diary and it creaked as the leather protested. I read the first page and felt a chill of excitement.

'This is the chronicle of Missouri Smith, gentleman and last of the polymaths.'

That caught my attention. I closed it and set it down for now. I was burning precious time and the diary could wait. I went through the other drawers and the more I found the more I liked this guy. The lock picking tools were a bit of a surprise. Instead of a zippered case they were carried in a well-worn leather arm band. It could be strapped to your forearm and hidden beneath a button up shirt. I even found his little black book. There was a surprising number of phone numbers and an intricate rating system. I wondered if any of these ladies were still alive.

I opened the file cabinet and found it in disarray as if someone had searched it and didn't care if Mr. Smith found out or not. The middle drawer held two unopened bottles of Irish whiskey. I was torn between opening one or selling both. I wonder what they went for on the open market. The bottom drawer was filled with useless junk. I was about to close it when I thought about the diary. He was a self-proclaimed polymath. The rest of the apartment was meticulously ordered so why was there a junk drawer? I shifted the debris around and found the hidden handle. I gave it a twist and the entire cabinet shifted. I stood and pulled on it. The hidden room was revealed. The faint hint of chemicals in the air revealed the fact that this room was partially devoted to film development. There were several cameras as well as a double sink where he worked with his chemicals. There was also a weapons cabinet. I felt my jaw drop open when I saw the Thompson submachine gun and its drum magazine. They were stored separately but looked as if they had aged well behind the glass door.

Prominently displayed were several maps that were heavily marked with notations. Were these sites of his various adventures? One map stood out over the others. It was a complete floor plan of St. Sebastian's. I pulled the pins holding it to the floor and discovered there were four sheets altogether. The other three sheets covered the sublevels beneath the school. Like the other maps there were notes scrawled on the blueprints. In many cases they were the same five digits. Was this a passcode for those doors? I memorized the maps as best as I could and was ready to make my run. The hidden room also held a small wardrobe. I opened it and smiled.

"You sneaky S.O.B."

Inside the wardrobe was what I could only describe as a stealth suit. I held up the items and it appeared Smith and I were close to the same build. I carried the clothes along with the lockpicks down with me. I turned off the light and closed the secret door. I changed into the dark clothing and slipped on the strange footwear. I had never seen boots with a separate big toe built into them. It would make any climbing or creeping easier. I strapped on the lockpicks just in case. I had never used them before but in a pinch, they might come in handy.

I slipped out the front door and circled the outside of the school. I found one of the backdoors wide open and a note taped to the glass. It read 'good luck'. I went directly to the door I had seen the trouble making trio emerge from. I was surprised at the metal staircase that led down to the basement. I laughed when I found a flashlight and a bottle of water sitting on a table at the foot of those stairs. Titania had thought of everything. I pulled up the mental map in my head and unerringly found the first security door. There were others of course but this one appeared unused. The layer of dirt on the keypad a clear indicator no one had used it for a few years at least. I entered the five-digit code 26354 and smiled when I heard the loud click as the lock disengaged. I opened the door and wiped the keypad clean so if anyone followed they wouldn't know the numbers I had pressed.

I entered the security room beyond and closed the door behind me. I could feel a vibration begin through my feet. The lab was coming alive. The humming sound became audible as the power plant came online. Lights flickered and illuminated the first lab. The girls hadn't gotten into here. I keyed in the combination and entered the lab proper. Whoever had left had done so calmly. The microscopes and other devices and machinery were covered with plastic sheets. Bank after bank of computer hard drives lit up and began to rumble. I expected them to crash after decades of slumber they didn't. They made things to last back then. The old monitors flashed, fluttered, and began displaying line after line of code.

'Enter Password.'

I walked over to the nearest station and stopped. I closed my eyes and remembered that there was a second note written on the map, horsefly. I typed in the word and the computers whirred and hummed as the system finished rebooting. I removed the plastic cover from the chair and sat in front of the work station. It was going to take a while, so I decided to look around some more. I keyed in the door code and the next lab lit up. I shivered as the lights came on and I could see my breath. A parka hung on a hook and I took it and slipped it on.

"Oh my god!" I gasped when I saw row after row of glass cylinders.

Inside of those cylinders were human bodies. I looked at the life monitors and most of them were red but one out of the twenty or so was in the green. They had frozen her decades ago and beyond the odds she had survived. I looked at her chart. Her name was Christine Connors. She had been diagnosed with late stage breast cancer. Even today that was a death sentence. There was a list of treatments, but it was the final combination that had halted and eventually destroyed the cancer cells. I looked at the chemical make up of her treatment. I had taken chemistry in high school, so I had a basic understanding of the compounds. I looked for a way to free her, but the obvious security measures made that impossible for now. A sense of urgency took hold and I returned to previous lab. The computer had rebooted and was ready to be queried. I typed in the names of the compounds used to treat Christine.

'Would you like a print out? Y/N?'

I hit the Y key and the dot matrix printer spat out a paper copy of those files. As the printer did its work I typed in a search for heterochromia. The computer displayed a cross-reference with something called Project Foreshadow. I tried to access the project when the work station began to vibrate and shake. A metal bar protruded from the surface of the desk. The top of the bar was topped with a glass cube. I leaned in close to look at it better. I was startled when a red beam shot out from the cube and struck my eyes. I withstood the blinding light. It went dark and I blinked away the spots in my vision. When I could see clearly again I saw a new prompt on the screen.

'Print Project Foreshadow? Y/N?'

Again, I hit the Y key. I had to load paper into the printer when it ran out. As it finished printing I desperately tried to find a way of freeing Christine. I failed. She was locked behind walls of security. I felt my heart sink, but I was powerless. If I forced the security measures I might find myself trapped down here. I prayed when they came the authorities would free her. The printer fell silent and it was time to go. I picked up my prize and left. I hoped that wearing gloves had been enough to make sure I didn't leave any DNA evidence behind. I closed the outer door to the lab and heard a gasp of surprise from the top of the metal steps. Titania sat there and stood as I walked up the stairs.

"How did you get in there?"

"I found the code." I told her.

"How? No one has been in there in fifty or so years." She fired back suspicious.

"I found the notes of a private detective." I told her and that only puzzled her even more.

"I don't understand. How about breakfast? We can look over what you've found together."

"Fine, but I keep the print outs."

She agreed, and we ate in the teacher's cafeteria. She had her own private chef that she kept employed during summer vacation. I looked over Project Foreshadow first. Titania sat next to me with the print out between us. I skimmed the pages quickly. She was having problems keeping up. I slowed my pace and found the nature of what they were trying to accomplish. In a nutshell they were trying to fast track human evolution. They had identified certain chains of what modern geneticists would call junk DNA and found a key to improving the subject's overall physiology. The drawback was that it was tied to a mutation, heterochromia. The treatment would cause an initial chain reaction that would trigger a massive cellular explosion. Without the mutation the subjects were torn apart by uncontrolled cancerous growths. Death was swift and the persons dying within hours after exposure. They had found one individual with the mutation and observed her reaction to the treatment. She was a drug addict and would die from an advanced venereal disease. She signed the waiver and was bathed in the chemicals. She was showered afterwards and that triggered the medication. She died. The strain had been too much, and the nameless woman was buried in a pauper's grave.

They had done a full autopsy and though her heart had failed she showed signs of certain improvements that were quite promising. Among those alterations was her brain which showed early signs of dividing into four distinct lobes instead of the normal two. They hinted at improved mental functions such as eidetic memory and improved cognitive abilities. Her eyes were also more developed with new structures besides the expected rods and cones. They suspected her vision and other senses perceived sights and sounds out of the range of normal humans. The project was terminated as the entire facility was being shut down. Hints of the work being done had escaped and there were rumors of human experimentation and violations of basic human rights.

"Chilling." Titania whispered.

"Yeah. Now let's see what this one can tell us."

"Want to share?" She asked as I skimmed the cancer treatment.

"Share what?" I replied without looking up from the document.

"What was it like? You were down there for quite a while. What did you see?"

"I didn't go very far. There are two sublevels with a total of fifteen labs. The first lab I entered was a general purpose set up. There were microscopes and other testing equipment. The second lab was much more advanced. It was cold. I think it was for cryogenic study."

"Why do you say that?"

"The clear glass cylinders with the human bodies in them." I said. "I'll be damned."

"Bodies. You mean corpses." Titania said leaning closer. "What did you find?"

"There is a woman alive down there. She is frozen but stable. I hope they keep her alive."

Titania sat upright as she processed the thought of some poor woman frozen below our feet. I stared at the print out and the cold callous words 'treatment to be kept top secret'. They had discovered a cure for cancer and they kept it secret. They couldn't make money on a cure. The process for making the cure was clearly defined in the document. It was clear what I had to do. I had to find out if it worked or not. She yawned and informed me that she had been up all night. We parted ways there. I returned to my apartment and hid the printouts in the hidden room on the third floor. I texted my mother and told her I still had a job and had been up all night. I stripped down and crawled beneath the cool sheets. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I wasn't tired, and my brain was racing. I calmed my thoughts tried to focus on my breathing. It took time for the noise in my head to quiet.

The footfall was barely audible. I caught her scent as well. It was a mix of cloying artificial perfume and musky arousal. Another footstep but this time a creaking board gave her away.

"Shit!" She cursed softly.

"Who are you?" I asked as I sat up and opened my eyes.

"Who am I, who are you?" Dee O'Rourke eyes narrowed as she looked at me.

"Morgenstern, Johan Morgenstern and who are you?" I said staring at her body.

"You must be his brother." She replied ignoring my question. "Where is he?"

"Gone." I said and paused. "Black hair, blue eyes, okay breasts, and kind of cute you must be Dee."

"Hold on a second! Did he call my tits just okay? Oh, hell no!" She growled as she lifted her shirt. "See, these are world class titties!"

"Yeah they are. I must admit it. He was wrong. You have amazing breasts. Can I see your ass? I'm kind of an ass fan."

"Sure." Her shirt was off, and she turned around. "Look at this!" She bent over as she peeled off her biker shorts and panties. "See, the back is just as nice as the front."

I crawled out of bed and pounced burying my face between her ass cheeks. Dee cried out in surprise as I began licking and tonguing her pussy and asshole. She tried to protest but my licking robbed her of the power of speech. Before long she was grinding her ass against my face. What had started out as a weak protest soon became an earnest appeal for more.

"Wow, you are really good at that! My boyfriend doesn't like to eat pussy. Just a little more... yeah! Just like that!"

She shrieked as she came, and I held onto her so that she didn't face plant into the wall. I sat on the foot of my bed while she stood in front of me eyeing my erection. She looked as if she were deciding to leave or stay and go down on me. She smiled and picked up her purse. She took out a small bottle and let some of its contents drizzle on the tops of her tits. She rubbed it in until her skin was shiny. Dee knelt and wrapped her tits around my cock and went to work. I had never had a girl do that to me before. Truth was anything after this was a first. The accident had happened during my freshman year of high school. I was a freak from that moment on.

"How does it feel? Do you like it?"

"Feels amazing!" I told her. "You look like you are enjoying yourself."

"Oh, I am. I love it when a guy shoots all over my tits."

She pushed her tits tighter around me as her hips moved up and then loosened them on the way down. She was good at this. I did my best to keep it cool. Dee on the other hand was really enjoying the noises and faces I was making.

"You are getting close. I can tell. Your cock feels so hot between my tits. Come on big guy spray it all over me."

I shouted as I climaxed. She had me in her hand and aimed the tip between those gorgeous breasts of hers. I sat there panting as she licked her fingers and rubbed my load into her skin. I grabbed her by the wrist and with a tug and a twist had her sitting in my lap. My cock was poking just below her soaking wet slit.

"Wait... please... I've never, what I mean is... I'm a virgin." She stammered and panted. "So close."

"So am I." I whispered in her ear. "I've never done it either."

"I don't even know you. I'm not sure I even like you." She said and then jumped when I flexed my cock against her. "Don't do that."

"Do you really want to leave?" I asked her as I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up.

"No..." She whimpered as she spread her legs, reached down, and aimed the head of my cock.

"Have a seat." I groaned as I lowered her slowly. "I'm glad it is you."

"Finally!" She cried out as I impaled her. "Nice and thick... perfect fit." She moaned as she adjusted her position. "I am going to fuck 'you' now. Hold on tight."

With feet planted firmly Dee began lifting her hips up and then dropping down. I cupped her breasts in my hands and kneaded them, teased her nipples, and squeezed them. She moved until the pleasure got to be too much for her. I took over. I held her up and drove my cock into her from below.

"Holy shit! No... don't stop... so fucking close!"

She howled for the second time and I kept moving even as she tried to wiggle out of my grasp. My cock swelled inside of her and I stopped. Dee did the rest. She was her knees in front of me and stroking for all she was worth. I didn't have to warn her that I was close. She wrapped her lips around the tip and swallowed. I felt like I was going to faint.

"Damn, that was intense!" I told her.

She was in my lap and kissing me. Her bare breasts pressed close as she asked if I could go again. I could, and we did. Jennifer and Tera snuck in just as Dee had. They found their friend sprawled naked and sleeping on my bed. I was in the shower when they showed up. I heard their soft exclamations over the falling water. I shut off the shower and dried off. I wrapped a towel around my waist and crept in behind them.

"...been fucked silly." Tera giggled. "I guess Ted is out of the picture."

"I guess so. I thought she liked him." Jennifer purred. "Where is he?"

"Right behind you." I said, and they spun around. "Peek-a-boo. You three have a bad habit of sneaking into places uninvited."

"Dee left us a text message. She was going to see how John was doing. Your eyes," Jennifer said her voice fading to silence.

"Holy shit! You're John!" Tera exclaimed.

"I have it. You have a standing invitation. Don't take anything or interrupt me but otherwise come and go as you want."

"Huh?" Tera said glancing at Jennifer.

"He thinks that if he invites us we won't want to sneak in anymore." Jennifer growled. "He is trying to spoil our fun."

"Let's wake her up. We have plans." Tera said reminding Jennifer.

"Thanks," I said looking at the clock on the wall. "I have a haircut appointment."

I tossed the towel around my waist to the floor and raced into the bedroom. I dressed as the duo watched. I kissed each of them on the cheek before grabbing my wallet and keys on the way out to my haircut appointment. The salon was a five-minute drive from the school. Kara, the owner, was just unlocking the business when I pulled up. She was a cute middle-aged woman with dishwater blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She wore a red floral top and tight blue jeans. She seemed quite eager to see me and I wondered what her daughter had told her about me.

"Good morning."

"You must be John. I see why she wanted me to work on you. Your hair is out of control. Come on in."