AZ Mystery - chapter 5 - Sex Stories

AZ Mystery - chapter 5

... will take me some time.”

Pedro said, “Let’s look around, but be careful.”

I opened the elevator and quite oddly, the back was clear glass and I could see the inside of the elevator shaft. I was very surprised at the labels on the buttons inside. Instead of floor numbers, there were: “Lobby, Pedro, Anna, Robin, Sam, Keisha, NY Grand Central Terminal.”

I called out, “Everybody! Come here! I think I found a way home!”

When everyone was inside, I pressed the button for “NY Grand Central”. We only felt a slight movement, and we could see the interior of Grand Central Station through the glass! A man sitting on the floor played guitar and people tossed him a few coins, until a policeman led him away. Before the cop was even out of sight, a girl with a violin took the guitarist’s spot and started to play. Hundreds of people walked from corridor to corridor, and in and out the exits to the street. I’d never cried from happiness before, but I started to.

I heard a click and Pedro said, “It won’t open.” I turned around and saw him press the “Door open” button a few more times. At the top of the glass at the back of the elevator, large red letters declared, “OUT OF ORDER. PLEASE PLACE A SERVICE CALL.”

Anna seemed the most upset of all of us. She said, “NO! I live thirty blocks from here! It has to work! We took the subway to Grand Central with our kids on the weekend, when we went to Central Park! I’ve been here hundreds of times! It has to work!”

We tried all the ...

... buttons that didn’t have our names on them several times, we tried pulling the doors open, and Pedro even closed his eyes and charged the glass, but it wouldn’t break. We shouted, but nobody on the other side seemed to hear us.

After several minutes, I decided to try the “Anna” button. We felt another small jolt and saw the inside of an old-fashioned apartment. The glass slid open and Anna said, “This is my first apartment! I lived here with my husband six years until we could afford a bigger place! Oh my God! It even has the same couch, the same table and chairs, even the same little black and white TV!”

I tried “Pedro” and we were at the door of another small apartment, but it was much more modern. Pedro said, “Dios Mio! I’m home!” He walked in and looked around. “It’s the same as I left it!” He looked on the table. “There’s even the newspaper from two weeks ago!” He held up the “Rio Grande Sun”. The rest of us walked in. I moved a curtain to look outside, but saw smooth granite instead of a window.

We tried the buttons with the rest of our names. Sam’s was his house near the University of Chicago and Robin’s was her bedroom at her parents’ place, which was normally a few miles from Sam. I wasn’t surprised when I pressed the button for “Keisha” and found a large empty barracks, with sheets and a blanket on only one of the 60 bunks.

When we returned, the breakfast in the lobby had been replaced with chili, chicken soup, sandwiches, and soft drinks. Sam went back ...