At age thirty-two, thirty-two years back, I travelled overland with a friend from Amsterdam to India.As a fresh Master of Philosophy I got on welfare,...soon I found out in practise I could do as I liked.A friend talked me into his travel plan to Anna University in Madras, now called Chennai, south India.At first he wanted to go by his old car, luckily custom rules by Iran and India prohibited this plan.We took a bus to Istanbul, the gate to Asia and while waiting for a third travel-mate we saw. Rangefinder is in the lower left, chevrons for bullet drop compensation are found in the middle, and stadia marks for windage to the left and right of the center reticule. The reticule is illuminated by a small battery-powered lamp."I was using this rifle in Afghanistan when I was transferred. Spetsnaz ... I was in Special Purpose unit when I was struck by lightning and sent to Finland." When?" Should be interesting... 1980 ... in this universe it's 1916 ... the rifle was first made in 1963 .... "I ran from the room and hid in the bathroom. Two hours later, I was on thebed sucking his cock again.One year later, I was knelt on the big four poster bed. Athim was kneltbehind me slamming his 10-inch penis in and out of my soaking wetvagina. Athim groped my 32E tits that shook crazily with ever thrust of hiships. I now looked "perfect" I was a gorgeous Hispanic lady with darkskin long curly brown hair huge 32E tits topped off with large darknipples. My waist was tiny and my ass and hips. By now, Christmas vacation was only a couple of weeks away. Her thoughts of me overtook her mind as much as my thoughts of her overtook mine. I literally had trouble doing simple things, the thoughts of her were becoming so all consuming. I knew she felt the same. In my next letter, I sent her this poem. I wanted her to know that no matter what happens, I will always be there for her. You Can Believe. When something deep inside you dies, When people around don’t hear your cries, When sadness.