Kevin was my only hope as he'd been acustom to the ways of those specticles for a much longer time than me. His illness was how they came into my possession, it was fast becoming a real boondoggle!
The only way to do it was telling Kevin all that I knew of what happened from Cindy infecting Connie. Connie was the loose cannon who having infected her mother and father doomed them to be as she was becoming like a goat. Her sensual act upon my person started me down her pathway to being as an animal too. The unthickable infection of my dear wife the night before was something I would not have done, had I known or thought I was infected with this curse from time and space.
As I sat there on Kevin's sunporch he listened as I unfolded what had happened. Even to me what I said sounded like some wretchid confession more that a listing of facts as of what had occurred.
Kevin's first comment and question once I finished was as much direct as if felt also damning. He asked me if having had sensual pleasures from Connie and knowing my fantasy writings, did I like the thought of being a goat?
He told me of what he'd learned and that it was more than just difficult to realign history to stop such an infection in the passing of time. What Joan and I accomplished with Cindy was more luck than sound planning, it worked but only on his daughter. The infecting of present events and futures were still in play and would remain that way until those who became infected passed from their existence on to another final resolution. Once those infected found that resolution to be holding them fast in place and form the passing of time would heal the scare.
Kevin thought it as much fortunate for the final resolution of time that those infected were for the most part nonessentials. They, me were past making our contribution to the greater passing of history and having become so infected our mutation would heal over easily.
I sat there and then stood up and pacing the floor turned and looked at my older brother. Asking of him that he then planned not to offer any help and was atesting to let us all slip the bonds of humanity and become some herd of goats!
Damning me again me told of not knowing the specticles from my fool way. He had used them more often for seeing the rise and fall of stocks therefore making tons of easy money. The manner of problem was now so strained that he preferred to let things go as they were, unless he and his became somehow entangled and end up on some farm.
His only suggestion to me was knowing my love of Mike our Welsh pony we owned when growing up, and the fantasy I dwelled on often of pondering how he felt and to what he did. He suggested I find some pony stallion and blend with it, at least then I'd live out my life as a happy something. As to the wife he thought for her becoming a Nanny goat would be a fitting end. He was amking me mad as to his willingness to toss me and mine to the wolves of time.
As Kevin then asked for the specticles back my attitude toward him was changing. I denied him his ability to make more damn money and was keeping them to at least try to realign history and save the wife from being fucked and milked as some beastly goat.
Once I left Kevin's house I drove toward mine having to pass of all places the Hilder's Farm. Mister Hilder had a milking farm with over a hundred cows but also owned a large herd of goats as well.