STEPHEN.
Stephen Steel, the dimensional twin of Steve, was in Love, totally madly insanely and completely in love.
It was the first time he had ever been in love, and it was overwhelming him.
Her name was Glorious Gloria, and she was the most beautiful sexiest woman in two Dimensions.
His life had lit up after she had seduced him yesterday, perhaps seduced wasn't a strong enough word for what she had done to him.
She had nearly killed him with her love, his twin Steve, had to carry him back into the Manor house and put him to bed.
Stephen had slept all through the night and had just awoken to the songs of the birds, and strangely enough the howling of wolves that came from the nearby forest.
There was no danger from the wolves and other wild animals that had been reintroduced into the British countryside.
A sonic fence surrounded the Manor; that separated the civilised from the wild.
Stephen was certainly no virgin, as a Paratrooper he had been around the world, and had made love to many women in many countries.
His charming manner and sunny smile; had drawn women to him like bees to honey.
This sunny side, was balanced by a very dark side; that had been born due to the bloody operations that he had been involved with as a soldier.
He had made love to them, but had never fallen in love with any of them.
He lay naked on his back basking in the sun that shone brightly through the large windows of Gloria's bedroom, and thought about Gloria.
Perhaps he was captivated, because she had been the aggressive one last night.
She had seemed in total control of their lovemaking, and he had been happy to conform to her wishes.
Lately his life had been one long round of death and destruction, and his dreams had been of blood.
Now his mind was filled with Gloria, and he smiled as he relaxed on the bed.
Suddenly his nose detected the smell of Bacon and Coffee.
He sat up quickly as the door opened, and Angel walked in with a tray.
'Don't get used to this service buster, mother was called away to see the King,' said Angel totally ignoring his nakedness.
'I took pity on the dried out husk of a man that Steve carried in here last night,' she said handing him the tray of Bacon, Eggs and Coffee.
'What no toast?' he asked smiling up at Angel.
'Cheeky fucker, your lucky to get this,' she said 'Mother is good at fucking men but not that good at feeding them afterwards.'
Angel sat down on the bed and watched as Stephen tore into his food.
He was starving, and soon finished off every scrap of food and gulped down the mug of hot coffee.
'God Agent Black that was delicious, why am I so hungry, I could eat that all again.'
'Considering you are lying there stark naked, and remembering the fact that you fucked me yesterday, you may as well call me Angel.
The aphrodisiac drugs that mother uses, cause your body to burn up lots of energy. You need food to replace it. If you want seconds come down to the kitchen and help yourself.'
Stephen watched as she walked out of the bedroom, her bottom swaying unconsciously.
He remembered her naked bottom only too well, and had to pull up the bedclothes to hide his reaction to it.
He was still hungry so jumped out of bed, and dressed in shirt and Trousers.
He ran downstairs into the kitchen and stood confused, as he couldn't recognise anything he could use to make a second breakfast.
He realised that he was like a Victorian, looking at a microwave oven.
The kitchen had lots of shiny things in it, but he had no idea what they did.
He was so hungry he decided to jump back to his own kitchen for a good feed.
No sooner thought than done, and back in the 20th Century he made himself an enormous breakfast, using up all his Bacon Eggs and bread and filling a pint mug with coffee.
He wolfed this second breakfast down, and relished every bite and swallow.
At last he was replete, and sat relaxed at the table sipping his big mug of coffee.
He wondered what Gloria was doing, what did her daughter mean by aphrodisiac drugs?
There was so much he didn't know about 26th Century culture.
He wondered why Gloria had gone to see the King, as he went upstairs to change into clean clothes.
Gloria was bubbling with excitement, the King was going to elevate Steve to the Peerage.
He was going to become a Lord of the Realm.
This was no spur of the moment Knighting, this was a ponderous Royal ceremony that would involve the entire court.
The rumour was that Sir Steven Steele; was going to be made Lord Steele of India.
This was a tremendous honour and would make Steve a very rich and powerful man in the 26th Century.
Gloria had been called to help organise the event, as Steve's personal friend and lover she could be the liaison between him and the organisers of the pageant.
Gloria was thrilled to assist her Steve rise in the world, however although she thought she loved him, she was well aware that he wasn't just her Steve.
He also belonged if that was the term, to Angel and Alison.
However Stephen, this other darker version of him was hers alone; and she hoped to keep it that way.
Stephen was Steve, an exact copy down to the DNA, and she was his only lover.
She knew he had sex with Angel, but that was simply a mistake on her part and wouldn't be repeated.
Gloria was deciding whether or not to back off from Steve, and concentrate on Stephen.
She thought she loved them both, but like most women she really wanted the undivided love and attention of her man.
STEFAN
Back in Steve's garden in the 20th Century, at the same time as Stephen was changing his clothes in the bedroom, there appeared a subtle wrongness about a certain area of the space between two apple trees.
It seemed like a heat shimmer danced in the air.
An observer would have been amazed to see a clawed hand reaching through into our universe from elsewhere.
It flailed about until it felt the trunk of the apple tree, and instinctively grabbed hold tightly.
With a roar of pain and effort, a veritable nightmare was forced into our dimension.
Such was the strength of the things grip, that the trunk of the tree splintered and the top of the apple tree hit the ground.
