!ADULTS ONLY! DIRTY PARTS!

      The image cut to Grinda's face. It was obvious she held the camera. "Hello my love." She said. "I miss you terribly. And I thought you would like some lurid entertainment. OK?" As if he had a choice in the matter.

      The camera then cut and panned Gundle's body. In a close-up shot he saw Gundle's large penis come to life as Grinda manipulated it with her free hand. It was truly an amazing sight to behold. It was a normal penis that, at the four or five inch spot from the groin, split into three separate shafts, each with its own fully formed cockhead. The three heads formed a perfect triangle, with an inch or so space between each pair. It looked awesome.

      Then Grinda must have rested the camera on something stationary, for there she was, on her knees, sans camera, performing oral on Gundle. She went from head to head as if she was playing some type of strange musical instrument. The Colonel was surprised he couldn't hear a melody. She did this
for a time and then the two of them kissed a few
times before getting onto the bed.

      He had seen this before and wanted to get to where Grinda goes to heaven. The Colonel punched in the fast forward number, frame 323. Click. Whirr. 323 had arrived. He watched his gona scream, writhe and go crazy as Gundle worked his heavenly magic
with his three-headed Hydra. When the action died down, he hit the off button.

      What followed, he knew, were six more solid performances by Gundle along the same lines.

      Gundle sure had stamina. He was also very adept, but he lacked variety and imagination. He hoped this made a difference to Grinda.

      The Colonel now remembered what he had said to Grinda in his once every six months home communications allowance. Knowing it would be read by the spies that be, he worded it cryptically.

      Aside from the I love you and miss you part, he added: "Remember, my Grinda, three heads are not always better than one--at least I hope! Hee hee!"

      And to Gundle he wrote: "Thank you from my wellspring for keeping my Grinda happy."

      He forced his mind to shift this sentimental gear into neutral. He reached out and pressed the intercom button. When he heard his Captain-Soon- To-Be-Major say, "Yes, Colonel, Sir?" he felt once more like an important part of the invincible Groinkian invasionary forces . . .

The End. "From my mind, to your mind!"