At least, that’s where the vein would have been, if the dummy had a blood supply to carry a paralyzing poison around its body.She blinked at John ow...ishly, then nodded as she replied, “Okay, I’ll aim for the chest next time.”Narrowing his eyes perceptively, John asked, “You just had another memory flashback, didn’t you?”Sakura nodded, but was hesitant as she replied, “The first one in the kitchen was about fighting with swords ... This one was about firing a tranquiliser pistol.”He looked at. “Good girl,” I whispered to myself as I quickly spotted her in the exact place that had been arranged. She leant almost casually against the railings that guarded the underpass to other platforms and her cheeks were visibly flushed.She was cute, to say the very least. At just over 5 foot 4 inches tall, she was slim and her boobs were a perfect 32B cup. Her almost black, short page boy hairstyle made her look a little tom boyish but it suited her so well. To be honest, she was stunning.Even. I struck off up the dirt road toward my family home. Three hours later I was just coming onto our ranch land and things started to really look wrong. I had been noticing little things that weren’t quite right all along, but put them down to things changing because I had been away from home so long, but what I was seeing now … this … was just … wrong. I had come to the crossing of Blanched Creek, but where was the bridge that my dad and uncles built when I was just 10? There was no sign it had. Her voice was colored with loneliness, and I wanted to be the one to save her day.I placed one hand gingerly in hers and talked to her for 15 minutes and told her everything was going to be ok. At first, she was startled that I touched her, but she slowly accepted my palm, and as time passed, her grip on my hand got warmer and tighter. I noticed that her eyes were scanning me.She was lonely but not weak and her eyes were screaming silently for love. It seemed to me her new husband didn’t give.