For the most part, they were all receptive to language training even in a rudimentary format. The scouts stayed pretty close to me the entire time bec...use they were just as wary around the young Marines as the supposed allied South Vietnamese forces assigned to the protection of the small villages. I could understand that because sometimes the potent smoking content would cause some distortion of reality and a good Marine might go off the deep end without warning. I did my best to avoid that. The thin spaghetti top emphasized her almond-like nipples. They were larger than her mother's; so were her breasts, at least by a little but—much perkier. She reached behind her back and off came the top of her suit. She had perky little breasts; her small areolae surrounded tiny nipples, which were already hard.When they had walked about three steps past me, I ran up behind them and grabbed the strings to their bikini tops, untying them in the back, then reaching up to untie them at the neck. As she turned, I finally was able to get a good look at her, and there they were, framed by a nice pair of reading glasses, the most beautiful hazel green eyes I have ever stared into. I was lost in those eyes for a moment, because it was like we were able to read each others thoughts in that moment. I introduced myself as Jamie, and as she shook my hand, I knew she would be the woman I would marry. There was a definite spark there, and we held hands a little longer than I felt like we. I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know dreams aren't real, but it comes from somewhere, but where?And its not just the dream. Sometimes, I look at myself in the mirror, andI look .... wrong, somehow. I look and I half-expect to see the girl frommy dream looking back at me.And the fact she doesn't is a grief I cant even begin to describe ....I've got to pull myself together, shake this off somehow.I wish I had someone to talk to about this, but who?My dad is a.