Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 62: Jail (1)

As Jack reviewed the memories he had just received from his parallel self, he found he was satisfied. Even though it wasn’t this physical body that had enjoyed sex with Miranda, he didn’t feel jealous or horny. He, too, felt the satisfaction that came from the experience, and remembered it as if he had personally experienced it, because, in a sense, he had. As for the fact that his parallel self was presently balls deep inside Miranda, this wasn’t as much of a distraction as he thought it would be. It felt good, like someone rubbing your shoulders while you read. Not necessarily distracting, not not entirely ignorable either.

He finished eating his pizza, then checked the time. It was only 5 am and he and Madison were scheduled to meet with Abigail at 9 am, so he had time before he needed to meet her. He suspected Madison would not be released in time to join them.

The clothes he was wearing were not appropriate for his meeting with Abigail, being rumpled and dirty. He was supposed to meet her at Henry’s office, so at worst he could take a ride-share, but he didn’t think there would be any stores open early enough to buy clothes, so he needed to got back home to retrieve some fresh clothes, assuming they weren’t destroyed along with everything else.

His phone beeped. When he picked it up, he saw it was a text from Wendel. Unlocking his phone, he read the message. The forensics team had sent a preliminary report saying the whole house was trashed, and even his clothes were shredded. The only thing not destroyed were his new cars, the Land cruiser, and GR Supra. Wendel speculated that his new cars were spared because they both had 360 degree security camera coverage in addition to dash cams, and this might have deterred the vandals. It’s one thing for an agent to claim they were just doing their job, and another thing entirely to have video proof that they were actually just being destructive.

The arctic rage he’d felt when he discovered the destruction in his living room stirred when he read Wendel’s text. That they left alone his new cars, with their 360 degree security cameras, just reinforced his belief that the destruction was malicious.

He texted back that he had a meeting at 9 am and needed clean clothes, then asked if Wendel knew of a solution. Wendel texted back that his son was the same size as Jack, and he would be happy to lend Jack some clothes. Jack weighed the mild discomfort of wearing someone else’s clothes with the potential reputation loss of being late to meet with Abigail and decided he was being a wuss and accepted Wendel’s offer.

Then, to pass the time while waiting for Wendel to arrive, he pulled out his laptop and went back to reading papers on CRISPR and other DNA editing techniques. He needed something to distract him from the rage he felt and wanted to be calm when he met Abigail.

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With a shudder, Jack exploded inside Miranda for the third time in less than two hours. As he lay on top of her, she caressed his back and kissed his neck, and he thought about Madison. Would it be like this with her? How was she going to react when she discovered he had bonded Miranda?

Madison was going through a rough time, but she had also been the one to suggest deep throating Miranda, so he didn’t feel guilty about it. He decided he would not try to hide Miranda from Madison and would not delay telling her. He also wanted to find out what was happening to physical Madison. Would the feds release her?

He kissed Miranda, then sat up, saying, "I need to go check on Madison-"

"Wait, Madison?" exclaimed Miranda. "Is she the other person you soul bonded? I thought she was gay."

"Yes, Madison, and no, turns out she likes dudes, or at least this dude," he said, pointing to himself.

"Huh. So, were you two together all this time?"

"No. As far as I knew, we were just friends. I too thought she might be gay, or asexual, but turns out she was obsessed with me. And once I soul bound her, the truth came out. Turns out she was cock blocking me the whole time."

"No! Seriously? Didn’t that make you angry?"

"Yes. Yes, it did. But, because of the soul bond, she finally understood just how much she’d hurt me and felt genuine remorse. So, I gave her a chance to atone."

"Really, that’s...very magnanimous of you," from her tone, he could tell that she would not have been as forgiving. Then she asked, "So, what did she have to do to atone?"

"I told her I would not forgive her until she had confessed to every girl she lied to about me."

"Oh, damn! I bet she did not like that."

"She did not. But she did as I asked. She confessed to all seven girls."

"Seven?!" she exclaimed. Then she lightly slapped his chest and said, "You dog! Am I going to have to get along with eight harem sisters?"

He could tell that she was both teasing and half serious. That she even thought it was possible for him to attract and keep seven girl friends was a serious ego boost.

"No, I think I only have a chance with three of them. In fact, when Madison confessed to Analise, we ended up arranging a date this next Saturday."

"Three, really? That’s...I know I was teasing, but seriously, I think I’m going to have to step up my game. Keeping that many girls happy isn’t easy. Though, I get this strange feeling it will be easier for you than anyone else. Are you going to try and soul bond all of them?"

"I don’t know, maybe? I want to get to know them better before asking them about it. Madison was an obvious choice, at least to me, and it turns out she wanted it way more than I did. And you were a complete surprise. You are much different from what I expected."

"Thank you, baby! You say the sweetest things," she said, while rubbing his chest.

Then she wiggled her hips and said, "So, are you going to talk to Madison or are you..."

He was still semi hard and hadn’t slipped out of her yet. It was tempting, but he was feeling reasonably satisfied at the moment, or at least enough that his concern for Madison overrode his desire to continue.

As he slowly pulled out, she made an "awww" noise of complaint while pouting. Then, as he turned and sat on the edge of the bed, she jumped up and sat behind him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her soft flesh against his back.

She pressed her face into his back and said, "I just want to say thank you. I promise you won’t regret bonding with me."

Then she gently pushed her hands against his back and said, "Now go check on Madison."

As he got up and started dressing, she asked, "Why do you need to check on her, anyway? Did something happen?"

"Yes," he replied. "We got arrested by the FIS on bogus hacking charges."

"Oh, shit! Seriously? That must have been-"

"Yeah. Anyway, they released me, but are still holding Madison."

"Wait, then how are you going to check on her?"

Jack briefly explained parallel self and how to use it, then granted her access to his soul space.

Dressed, he headed towards Madison’s office but found her standing in the middle of the white room, looking lost.

He walked up and wrapped his arms around her, saying, "Hey, what happened?"

"They’re putting me in jail," she said woodenly.

"What?! Why?!"

"They’re formally charging me. And the arraignment hearing is scheduled for tomorrow, so I have to stay in the jail until then." Then, with a tone of unwillingness, "I don’t want to go!"

"Well, it’s only overnight. It shouldn’t be too bad." He tried to reassure her.

In truth, if he was in her shoes, he’d be freaking out. He’d read stories, and all of them sounded horrible. Maybe it would be less horrible for her because she would be in a jail for women, but he wasn’t going to say any of that. It wouldn’t help her at all.

"I know," she whined. "It’s just such bull shit! I didn’t do anything wrong and they treat me like I’m some kind of terrorist!"

"There, there, I understand. You’re right, it is bullshit," he said soothingly while rubbing her back. Fran had explained to him that sometimes women don’t want you to solve their problems, they just want you to acknowledge their emotions and reassure them. Even though what he was saying seemed a little patronizing, Madison still relaxed and hugged him tighter.

A moment later, Madison pulled back and said, "What’s that slut still doing here? Aren’t you done with her yet?"