Xinia Chokes

As soon as time began to flow again, Xinia made a strangled gasp, then ceased making any noise at all as her eyes went wide. She reached for her throat and clasped at it, unaware of the panties in her mouth (and apparently down her windpipe) just knowing that she couldn't breath.

"Oh fuck" James exclaimed as he strode toward his fading step mother, her eyes rolling back in her head, her knees starting to buckle. What had he done?

Then he shook himself and pulled the pin on the watch. Xinia froze in mid-collapse.

"Shit, shit, shit!" James muttered, then he slowly turned the pin, backing time up, getting Xinia back into her upright position, until she stood just as she had when he had put the panties in her mouth. The pin would turn no further.

"I gotta be more careful," James said as he fished the underpants out of his step mother's mouth. "Though, actually...I guess I don't.

He grinned, realizing he had the perfect remedy for any error in judgment he might make. Hell, he might be able to actually kill Xinia and then compeletely undo it. Not that he wanted to kill her. Still, he didn't have to be to terribly cautious about things he DID want to do. He grinned viciously as all sorts of ideas formed in his head and he stuffed her panties into his pocket.

He went back to where he had been and pushed the pin in.

"Where do choo tink choo are..." Xinia started, as James turned to make sure she was alright, then she gave a little cough and made a face and smacked her mouth unpleasantly as if she had an odd taste in her mouth. James snorted, realizing what she was tasting. Trying not to burst out in laughter, he hurried off to his bedroom to consider. Xinia didn't follow. After a few minutes, James pulled the pin once more and went to find what she was doing. She had returned to her movie and was once again drinking red wine.

This gave James an idea. He knew his dad had been taking a rather potent antidepressant to deal with his marriage to this woman. And there on the label in big bold letters was 'Do Not Use With ****'. Certainly good advice, as the wrong combination could be deadly. But not if you could rewind time or even stop it and take the victim to the emergency room, James reminded himself.

"What do you think, Mommy-Dearest?" he asked the motionless Xinia. "Is it time to take your medicine?"

She was silent, of course, but there was a certain poetic justice in it, given how she had entered into his life in the first place. He bounded up to his father's bathroom and returned with a handful of the pills, then turned the pin slowly to get Xinia to a point where she was drinking. He pressed 5 of the pills through the wine and down her throat. Then he stepped back into the shadows and started time.

Xinia coughed to James' horror as he worried she might **** again or worse, cough up the pills. But his horror turned to delight as she grabbed the wine bottle, having spilled her glass on her ample bosom, and took a swig to ease her coughing. Those pills were deep inside her now.

She swore in Spanish at her spoiled nightgown and got up to go change. James wondered if she had discovered her lack of panties. He wondered how long it would take for the **** to kick in. Then he wondered why he was wasting his time wondering when he could speed up time and find out. He turned the pin and watched Xinia stagger rapidly away. He followed at a more sedate pace, wondering where his meddling might lead.