"Yeah," I answered slowly, "I seem to have been messing with time, 'till it started changing or diverging." Essentially, that is correct," the compute...r replied, as if I had addressed it.Courtney and I discussed the situation, throwing questions at the computer occasionally."What would happen if I went into one of those divergent realities that my trips into time have caused?" I asked the computer curiously."Message follows... Message follows..." the computer droned.Then the computers screen. It was as if I were a blow-job natural."Yes," Principal Lewis whispered. "That's it. Suck it, you little slut.Take it all inside your dirty mouth."Another flood swamped my underwear. At this rate it would take them amonth to dry. However, I did exactly as he commanded, my head bobbing upand down, working like a machine.Reaching up with one hand, I lightly fondled the contents of the heavysack dangling between his legs. They were the size of golf balls,throbbing with a pulse of their own. The. He was always receptive to opportunities where he could meet new women, and didn't often go home alone from the parties to which he found himself frequently invited in the city.1994Unlike Stan, Caterina Fiorenzi was a country girl and only child from upstate New York. She developed an early interest in art, and by high school, was becoming quite talented with her drawings and paintings. Her family, while not poor, had to scrimp and work hard to make it possible for her, even with several. We walked with full packs so we stopped every hour. Just over ten kilometers out we saw the first signs of enemy. The point man reported boot prints on a trail. We did not use trails since it would give the enemy a chance to ambush us.The forest became a little more hilly and had more creeks and streams we had to wade across. We stopped beside a larger stream in a valley. To the northeast was another small port town and we were sure the enemy was using it. My company set up a perimeter to the.