I sttod there sniveling and Mr cook started to stroke my hairwhile at the same time saying things like "There there, its allright, thats it you'll fin..."I shuffeld even closer and I lent my head foreard and rested it onhis shoulder. This made it impossible for him to continue wiping myface so he did the only thing he could, and was to put his arm aroundme. There we were with Mr Cook Stroking my hair with his right handas his left arm around my body. I must admit I felt comforted. Suddenely I. I had a lock. There, another. Another. This was ridiculous. I had locked into Generation II GPS satellites! The time sync really threw me. Instead of 2198 it was 1999. Riiiight. I was -67 years old. I was still on the Chinese side of the Russo-Chinese border though--the contested lands. I was between Russia, Afghanistan, India and Mongolia. It was very, very dark out and quite cold. November 11 near the arctic circle will do that for you. I scooted out of the pit mine being as quiet as I could. She smiled and shied away. I told her that I was going to wish her in the way people from the city wish each other on their birthday. I bent down and kissed her on one cheek and then on another. She took it nicely and her eyes were closed and I could sense that she was aroused. I knew I had to capitalize on this. I had no time to be romantic and so I asked her.“So Sandhya I think you and I should celebrate your birthday in a special way. You are turning 30 and it’s a special age”What is special. “What can I do for you, Danny?”“Here’s the homework for this week,” Danny answered holding out a stack of papers.“How long did it take you?” Mr. McClellan asked while glancing over the pages.“Twenty minutes. I was finished with it before you were done with the explaining the answers for last week’s test.”“I apologize for making you do all this make work, but when it comes to you, I have to justify any grade I give.”He started writing 100’s on each page without looking at it. He had already.