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Following Dr. Millers lead I walk up and stand directly facing the Urinal precisely as I did

               earlier. Dr. Miller then instructs me to stare into the optical sensor directly above the top portion


               of the silver urinal and hold the flush handle down for ten seconds. A beeping noise and red light

               begin to flash as the urinal flips over again revealing the plastic chair with the harness. I fastened


               myself in and thanked Dr. Miller for his instructions as I begin to rise upwards heading back to

               the abandoned grocery store ground level. Truthfully, my mind is still in shock from what I've


               witnessed and currently experiencing as my body gets launched like a rocked for another ten

               minutes slowing down until the floor is level with the Public bathroom. I detach the seat harness


               and step away from what is now the urinal again. Feeling great to be back on the ground I grab

               the chrome bathroom handle and quickly return down the fluorescent-lighted hallway and across


               the entire abandoned grocery store until I finally reach my car jump in and drive directly to the

               enchanted tennis club host of both Saturday and Sunday Balls Deep social tennis doubles drop

               weekend tennis.


                                                        Chapter 10

                                              "Thank God for weekend Tennis."


               I park my car in the resort tennis club parking, pay the front desk my court fees and head over to

               court five, six and seven curious to see how many of my close insanely fun group of both men


               and women Tennis nuts. Almost to court five, I realize that I had forgotten to grab the eighteen

               pack of cold beer out of the trunk mostly because I believe I was still in a state of serious


               disbelief over what I had just witnessed and learned from the underground Government run

               laboratory in North Scottsville abandoned grocery store plaza.


                       I drop and lean my Wilson tennis bag against the bug-smeared dark green painted tennis

               chain link fence.   Walking back to my car, I grab the cold eighteen pack of beers and catch a
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