I was lots younger in those days, on a Train bound for the Royal Marines Commando Training Centre, to begin the All Arms course, known as the "Plastic Commando" course; the train seemed to be very slow, when all of a sudden, a very beautiful foreign girl came into my carriage, asking if I had anything to drink? I think she noticed my short haircut, because as she sat down next to me, she stroked the back of my hair and neck, which made my nipples stand on end, and began stirrings downstairs in my jeans; she muttered something in what I now know to be Danish, and slid her hand into my shirt, wh… 続きを読む