I… how do you know what… were you spying on me… us?’ ‘I would hardly call it spying, more like observing your style, your technique in love...making.’ ‘Dad, I was not making love to her, I was just fucking her. She and three of her girlfriends at camp have been teasing me, grabbing me and just tempting me all month. They are the ones who set this up, knowing that she was a virgin and she wanted me to pop her cherry.’ ‘You know your Mother is going to kill you if she finds out what you have. The worst part of all this was that I was starting to have these dreams about Rachel and Carla doing things together, and, in my dreams, they were doing things to me with both their mouths too. When they did that to me, in my dreams, I was licking them too. I was becoming a pervert just like them.I had a quiet week end, rearranging my baseball card collection because I had outgrown it, and wanted to sell it and use the money to add to my EC comic book collection. I had about 1,400 baseball. My connecting flight was on a regional jet. As I boarded, and the flight attendant greeted me, I immediately recognized her. As the title of this story indicates, she was - indeed - an Indian princess (BTW: that's Eastern Indian, as in India). Her smile was great to see, and I warmed up inside immediately. Why? I had flown on one of her flights a few months ago. The flight was only about 1/2 full, and I had 1st row seating. The flight attendant seat is quite close to the 1st row, so. Some crazy Army officers sent me up in one that had never been adequately maintained, and they knew the engine would explode, causing me to die in the crash. I ruined their plans by landing it. After I crushed their live-fire course records, I decided I didn’t want the aircraft someone bought for me, so I gave it to the Army to backfill the one that was beyond repair.”They continued to ask questions in various languages and obscure dialects, only to find I spoke those too.As the class was.