Read Online A Fall Through Time (Stacey and Shane Mcleod, #1) by Rikki M Dyson - Free Book Online

against the pillows, Stacey smiled at him.  With Frances in mind, he kissed Stacey softly with his lips closed.  When he pulled back and looked at her, her eyes and lips were smiling at him.
    Eric grinned, and asked, “Be my kisses a thing of ridicule?”
    Stacey ran her finger down his bearded jaw line and said as she pulled him to her, “I think we can do better than that.”
    Stacey kissed him with parted lips, touching the tip of her tongue to his lips to part them.  For a second or two he responded, then leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder where her gown had fallen off a bit.  Stacey’s breath caught in her throat.  Eric pulled back and looked at her with a furrowed brow.
    Stacey put the palm of her hand on the side of his beard and said, “I’ve wondered what you would look like under all this. You’re not still angry with me, are you?”
    Eric sat back, took Stacey’s hand and asked, “Lass, where did ye think the storm be going to take ye?  Ye were frantic that I not be pulled in with ye.  Ye know the stone be broken, do ye not?”
    “Yes,” Stacey said. “I remember that. I really thought the storm would take me back. Now I don’t know how I will ever get home.” 
    “Do ye now remember where ye home be among other things?  Mayhap ye would tell me how ye came here?”
    “That I swear I don’t know,” Stacey said. “I wish I did.”  Where be ye home, lass?” 
    “Far to the west across the ocean,” Stacey said.
    “How can that be?” he asked.
    “I don’t know, maybe because the world is round.” 
    “Haa,” Eric said. “I have long believed that myself.  How far be ye home, lass?”
    “Many, many thousands of miles away to the west,” Stacey said.
    Eric took Stacey’s hand and said, “I do not care if ye came from the moon, lass.  I am glad ye be here.  What be the name of ye country?” 
    Stacey looked at him for a few seconds and then she thought, to herself, in for a penny, in for a pound. “It’s called America,” she said.
    “America? I have never heard of it.  Who be ye king?” Eric asked with a frown.
    “We don’t have kings, we have presidents.” 
    Eric was puzzled, he had never heard of such a person. Mystified he asked, “Be they similar to kings?”
    “No,” Stacey explained. “They are elected by the people. The people vote every four years. Eight years is the total amount of years a person can serve. We are a democratic country. In our government people hold the supreme power.”   
    “Be ye like the Greeks and the Romans ere Caesar?” Eric asked.
    “Yes, kind of,” Stacey said. “We do have senators and congressman.” 
    Eric looked at Stacey with concern and said, “Ye country has no king?  And no nobility?  Do ye not understand lass; a country with no king be a weak and vulnerable country.” 
    “Who told you that?” Stacey asked. “A king perhaps?” 
    Eric ignored Stacey’s sarcasm and asked, “Do ye have armies and soldiers?  Does this society have wars?”
    Stacey nodded her head and said, “Yes, sometimes, I’m sorry to say.”
    “In this land of America, ye have horses?” Eric asked. It was a statement more than a question.
    Stacey laughed and said, “Yes, of course we do. Why do you ask?” 
    “I watched ye with the horses. I knew ye were familiar with them.” 
    “Yes, very much so,” Stacey said. “I grew up on a ranch.” Just thinking about her home brought tears to her eyes.
    Eric noticed and tenderly asked, “What be this ranch ye speak of lass?”
    “It’s like a big farm, except we raise horses and cattle. Ours is a big country and there are many people to feed.”
    With much curiosity, Eric asked, “Ye said ye learned to read at university. Do men and women go there together?” 
    “Yes, men and women are equal in my country; however, I learned to read long before I went to the university.”
    “Why did ye come to England to dig up old civilizations? Have ye naught of ye