This different self. You don’t grow up thinking that your personal identity can be taken from you, but it can. If you’re lucky, you have something... left that has been rearranged into something, someone else. Some of the changes are quite dramatic. I went from being a known Christian theologian to an avowed Heathen who honors the Old Ones of my ancestors.What? You posted stories here how are you a theologian? Simple, in my travels I’ve never met anyone saint or sinner who wasn’t a freak on some. You can suck me in the car. Lisa got in the drivers seat and I sat in the front passengers seat with the nurse cramped up on her knees at my feet sucking my cock as we drove. I had my fingers wrapped tightly in her hair and slammed her head up and down on my cock as we drove. How many girls in the school? I asked Lisa. 97, said Lisa. Take it deeper bitch, she added to the nurse. He likes to feel it in the back of your throat. The nurse gagged as Lisa reached over and helped me force her head. The lack of any signs of life on the street was unnerving. Something had happened. Something really bad. But -- what happened, exactly?I ran down into the main area of town -- it was only two blocks from Willard's house -- and into the nearest of the several casinos. The door was open.Inside I found several people -- all of them quite dead, lying on the floor or slumped over blackjack tables and roulette wheels.Something, apparently, had come through and killed everybody in the whole. I guess the Air Force people could not handle the stronger Marine version of coffee that we liked. Bob and Emily took a seat by the window watching all the aircraft activity.Before we left, General McJames had given me a number for the base public relations officer who he had contacted for the info on Bob Jr. As I was getting a second cup of what was passed as coffee Captain Kenny Horsey came to me. He recognized my name immediately."General McJames speaks very highly of you ma-am, let me make.