It had been an interesting few days for Keith Bradford who had become the owner of a television remote control unit which had some unusual functions to say the least. These were used to great effect to allow him to investigate the hidden secrets of various females, both young and not so young mainly by activating the coloured buttons on the device.
The red button enabled him to freeze time for everyone and everything around him, which was adequate enough for a detailed underwear inspection. The yellow button gave him movement in the frozen person's limbs, which then enabled him to remove any articles of clothing which were surplus to requirements. The green one enabled him to interact and command the victim to do as he wished, while the blue one enabled him to take control of the person's mind and make them commit various acts without them actually realising it.
As if all of this wasn't enough, he had the ability to go backwards in time simply by keying in the required year using the numeral buttons and then pressing a button marked 'Return', and coming back to the present using the Fast Forward button without losing a second in real time.
Keith was in his late twenties and, like many men of his age, he liked to cast his expert eye over the female form, often wondering what intimate secrets they had on beneath their outer clothing. He wasn't just into looking at ladies of his own age group, but also some who were much older and a fewer who were slightly younger as well. So long as they were 18 or older, the sky was the limit and his new toy enabled him to check them out, layer by layer, and some more wore intricate and sensual layers than others!
He had found out the use of some of the unit's functions quite by accident, while he had been instructed in others by an attractive news reporter called Dawn Daley who had appeared to him on various television monitors. Dawn appeared regularly on a twenty-four hour news channel and had also told him of a novel way in which he could see those secrets only known to her and her husband!
Keith lived in a flat with his girlfriend, an attractive blond named Kim. They had been together for a few years and were in the early stages of planning to get married. He didn't hide many secrets from her but she was unaware that he had used his new device to inspect her bra and panties in a department store a few days earlier, and had half undressed a sales assistant while she looked silently on. She was also unaware that he was £15,000 richer following a bet on the outcome of the World Cup thanks to being able to go back in time and bet on the already known result.
It was now Tuesday 15th July 2014, five days since he had become the owner of the device. The previous day he had gone back to his old school and shagged his former English teacher, and had also entertained three senior sixth form girls. He would go back again in a day or so but in a different time era, maybe during the late nineteen fifties or early nineteen sixties; there may well be a few girls in gymslips, he surmised! But now he had to go to work; he was a driver for a large supermarket delivering items which people had ordered on line. His job took him in and around the city and also out to some of the rural villages in a radius of around twenty miles.
His shift was due to start at eight o'clock and on his previous outings, he had left Kim in bed asleep following her night shift as a carer in a care home, but she had finished her last shift at eight o'clock the previous morning. He had got up around half past six and had a shower and a shave and eaten his breakfast. He was planning to call in around lunch time for his break and grab a quick sandwich and see Kim before going back for the afternoon stint.
Around seven thirty, he was ready to leave and nipped into the bedroom to kiss Kim goodbye before he made the short ten minute walk to the supermarket. She was still in bed, enjoying a lie-in, and watching the breakfast news on the television set there.
"What are you doing today, love?" he asked.
"Lynda's popping in for a coffee later, then I thought I'd have a tidy up. There's some stuff in the spare room that I haven't used for years that could do with being thrown out," she said.
"Oh right," said Keith. "I guess it could do with a bit of a tidy up!"
Quick as a flash, he nipped into the room and hastily stashed the red drawstring bag containing the remote and one of Kim's old vibrators into his work bag. He didn't want her finding that and throwing it away. He would have to find somewhere safer to store it.
He kissed Kim goodbye and promised to call in at lunch time and walked down the road thinking that it was a good job he had asked her as he hadn't planned on taking the remote with him., There were very few people around on foot but quite a few in cars so he walked past the park and on to his workplace.
He had soon filled his van with the trays and grocery bags for his customers and was on his way. His route that morning was a mixture of drop offs in the town and in some of the villages a short distance away. It was around eleven thirty when he made his last drop of the morning in a small village around fifteen miles from the city. The customer lived in a converted railway station building, the station itself having been closed many years before. The single storey building was formerly the ticket office and waiting room and there was still a short section of the station platform remaining, fenced off from the adjacent double track railway line, along which trains were still running.
Once he had delivered the groceries, he walked back to his van which was parked a short distance away in the old station forecourt. A passenger train passed by at speed and it made Keith think for a few minutes about the times, long before he was born, of when the station was open to passengers. He decided to check it out and see if there was anyone worth investigating. It would be a change to see a village in days gone by, he mused.
He unlocked his van and took out the red drawstring bag containing the remote and vibrator and pulled the remote from the bag. He closed the van door and thought for a moment, trying to remember the date that the station had closed. He thought it was during the mid-nineteen sixties and decided that 1965 would be a good year. He keyed in the relevant buttons and pressed the Return button. There was the usual white flash and he was back in time once more.
Keith blinked and looked around him. It was a warm day, the sky was blue and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The large red and white van that he had been standing next to had disappeared and the only cars parked on the forecourt were a yellow Ford Anglia and a blue Hillman Minx, both of early nineteen sixties vintage. Keith walked over to them and had a quick look around them. They seemed so small and spartan compared to the modern cars of the twenty first century. He paid particular attention to the Ford as the only time he had previously seen one was on screen in the Harry Potter films.
His attention span was broken by the sound of someone walking across the tarmac forecourt. He turned round to see a woman enter through the main door towards the booking office and decided to follow her. She was standing at the only ticket window as he entered and she placed a few coins through the little space under the glass to pay for her fare. The man behind the glass pushed a couple of coins back along with her ticket which she picked up and put into her purse and then into a black handbag.
Keith looked at her for a moment. She looked to be around thirty five years old and she had brown hair styled into a tight perm, balanced on top of which was a small white pill box hat. The rest of her ensemble consisted of a matching two-piece suit which was peach coloured. The jacket had three deep orange buttons which were all fastened while the dress had a round neck and pleated skirt and was knee length. Her outfit was finished off with nude hosiery and white medium heeled shoes.
