The Computer beamed her back to her time, her memory of us mostly gone, save for a few choice titbits that she would be unable to articulate but would...always be with her. We would see her again. We watched her from the ship, picking her way through Brussels in the aftermath of the Battle of Waterloo. We had everything sorted for her and as she disappeared inside a building where she would find warmth, fortune and love, we waved a fond farewell and we left her to it. I did double check that. Was traumatic for the Michigan David. He lived their deaths. The Scottish David was particularly difficult ... parts and pieces of the shattered soul/spirit/being filtered in as they sought coherence, they were, after all, seeking their way out of a multitude of other parts of victims destroyed at the same time.Then there were the others, The Finnish boy killed by a Russian sniper ... the Russian soldier blown to shreds by the stick grenade thrown by the Finnish boy milliseconds before his. One became a news reporter, another one is to this day a really good friend.My increasing desire for female companionship wasn’t helped by the fact that I was extremely shy, insecure about my weight/looks, and wasn’t a big party a****l. Compounding that problem was the fact that the college I was attending had only 1200 students-very wealthy, overwhelmingly white, and in the middle of nowhere, South Carolina. I began talking to my future ex online and we finally decided to meet up for a ‘date’.. So she directed one of my fingers to rub on her cunt. I obeyed and found her cunt to be moist and with a very slight pressure the finger entered her cunt. Each time the finger entered her she moaned. We fell in a rhythm and suddenly she broke the rhythm by embracing me hard and trying to force my hard cock into her crotch. I followed her non verbal instructions, the best I could and we managed to find an angle at which my dick entered her cunt.My feelings at that point were indescribable. Being.