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Chronivac Version 4.0

Max was a redneck

added 11 years ago BM

When Thelma met Max they were in high school. He was just the kind of man her parents hated. She was from a
well to do family. Not really rich but he was definitely not the kind of man they wanted their little girl to
get involved with. They wanted her be with someone that had a goal in mind and would take care of their little
girl.

Thelma had just recently realized what her parents had wanted for her and her nagging was no help in getting
this lout to change his behavior. It just angered him and he would take it out on her.

First few times were a few smacks on the ass.

Then progressing to a black eye or two.

The last time she was knocked down the steps and had a couple broken ribs, a smashed nose and a sprained
ankle. She was finally scared that he might kill her.

She still loved his looks. That jet black curly hair. That chiseled jaw line with the permanent 5 o'clock
shadow. The pecs from his years a high school football. But that belly was beginning to show the years of beer
drinking. He had intended to go on to college and become a football hero and maybe play pro but getting Thelma
pregnant put an end to those goals. He blamed her which wasn't fair but the nagging didn't help.

And that was why he kept going back to him. He was hansom but this was the last straw.

She found Christian on Craig's List and he sent her a place to meet. She showed up and sat at the corner table
of the Starbucks and waited for him to show up.

A guy came up and asked, Thelma?

Yes, Chris?

The shook hands and he sat down cross from her. So tell me about this guy you are married to.

So for hours she told him every bit of their life together.

And when she finished she said what can you do for me I need to hide from him and my baby doll, talking about
her little girl.

Well I could change you and your little girl into a different stronger willed person.

That would be good. What did you have in mind?

Something more like Zena Warrior Princess. Without all the armor, swords, etc.

Ok.

Or I could do something else.

She started to ask what and then got up and said never mind I will just go to the women's center. They will
protect me. This was a mistake.

Thelma. I have an idea Chris said to her grasping her hand lightly and looking into her eyes. Do you trust me?

I don't even know you.

But do you think after you exposed yourself to me in these hours that I know you pretty well and will do what
is best for you?

I don't know.

I have an idea and I will make sure that if you don't like it I will change things back.

Would you trust me?

Yea. She said dejectedly thinking she made a mistake by calling him. Sure. Whatever. She pulled away from him
and went out the door.

Chris started to work his magic. It took weeks to figure out the plan he had in his head but when he had it
ready he gave Thelma a call and asked her to meet him back at the Starbucks and when she finally came to meet
him she came through the door and with her was her husband Max.

He held her arm in a vice grip.

As he saw her coming through the door and head to him he pulled out the chronivac and put it on the table in
front of him.

He saw the message you sent me and he demanded to come too.

Chris saw the welts forming on her arm.

What is all this about? Max asked.

You been cheatin on me?

No. I just needed someone to talk to.

Thelma you need to sit down. Max come sit next to her.

As they sat at the table Chris told Max, Thelma was scared last time you hit her. She still finds you
attractive but she is scared of you. Would you do something to hurt her?

I might. It just depends on how much I believe you.

And do you believe me?

I don't know.

Well Thelma then what do you think? We had a talk and I told you I had a solution. Are you still interested?

I don't know.

Well I have been working on this for the last few weeks and if you are interested just tap that button right
there and you will have your dream come true.

But I don't know what my dream is.

I do.

How could you.

You were very open when we talked. You let your inner self pour out and I think I got it right.

If you want this just tap the button.

Don't you dare babe. As Max lifted his hand to backhand her again she quickly tapped the button and the
changes happened.


What do you do now?


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