To make matters worse he sent her a valentine'scard and letter telling her all about me, her husband.He called me a sissy desperate for gay sex and th...at she needed a realman. The accompanying pair of black silk panties were never mentioned tome as she vented her anger and recriminations on me forcing me topromise anything, whatever she felt she needed, or otherwise it would beall over.It was him that asked if she had told me about and shown me the pantiesthat he had given her and he described. ”“The teacher is truly miraculous, I was taught what it would be to serve Master’s pleasure. I needed to know in order to guide you and then the learning was removed, as if I had never known. I remember knowing but do not actually know any longer. I’m looking forward to learning the slow way. ‘Real’ memories cannot be removed like that.”I shook, terrified. To alter memory at that level, could I be sure of anything around me? Was I really Linda Piance? Graduate of the Yale School of Management?. His left hand was trying to enter my jeans. I tried to wriggle out but couldn't.With one swift motion, Dhanwarlal turned me and planted a kiss on my lips. As I tried to push away his face, he unhooked my bra. I gasped and tried to hold it in place and Dhanwarlal got the opportunity to pull me inside and held me against the wall. "Dhanwarlal stop what are you doing" I whispered. But he held my hands on the wall and started kissing on my neck again.Suddenly he caught hold of my top and removed it. “That is impossible.”That’s what I said. But here I am. When am I? What date is it?“Good Friday, the fourteenth day of April in the year of our Lord 1865.”Oh god! No!“Do not take the name of our Lord in vain, Demon Ramie.”No. It can’t be. I’m dreaming. You aren’t real.“I’m real. It is you...”Miranda, it’s the day they shot President Lincoln!“What? No! They can’t. Who?”An actor. John Wilkes Booth.“But we’ve just won the war. Lee surrendered. That’s why we are traveling.”I was afraid to say.