Another fellow and I were walking along Route 52 in Sciotoville, Ohio headed toward New Boston (which lies wedged between Sciotoville and Portsmouth), when straight ahead of us we saw that a police officer had pulled over a car. Since I was carrying a mug of beer, and I didn't want the police officer to see it, I set down the mug behind some trash by the road. When we reached the officer, he stopped me and asked if I had been drinking or smoking anything. I lied and said I hadn't. He then walked over to the trash pile and picked up the mug of beer I had put there. I thought he was going to arrest me, but he let me go, and he even pointed to a house on the other side of the road where I could go.

I headed toward the house, a large white frame with several stories. Immediately upon entering the house, I encountered a woman coming out of a bathroom. She stood naked right in front of me. When I stepped toward her, she turned her back to me, and I began rubbing it. When I reached around and touched her pubic area, she pulled away, but when I tried again, she let me touch her. I had an erection and almost climaxed in my pants, but I restrained myself.

I asked the woman several times if she knew where I could buy some marijuana. Finally she told me a fellow who lived on the next floor sold pot. Since I hadn't smoked any grass in a long time, I was uncertain I wanted to smoke again, but I thought I would smoke some if I had the chance. I left the room, walked upstairs, and entered another apartment. There I found the fellow (probably in his late 20s) whom I was seeking. He had long blond hair. He was in the process of moving out of the house and his apartment was almost empty.

When I realized he was leaving, I followed him downstairs and out into the yard. Suddenly a plane flew over and something was dropped from the plane. I realized this was the pot being dropped off. The pot had been stuffed into white condoms, and about 100 of them fell to the ground. I thought there was probably about five pounds of marijuana all together. When I told the fellow I wanted to buy a dime, he threw me a large condom of pot which probably contained about two ounces of pot.

I thought I might want to buy more pot later and I asked the fellow where he lived. When he pointed at another building in front of us, I asked which floor. He said it was the floor which had furniture on it. Apparently all the other floors were vacant.

I thought now I might go back and see the woman, but at the same time I began thinking about war, and I had something of a premonition that a war was going to break out. I recalled having seen a story about how women were often raped during war, and I had a premonition that the woman in the house was going to be raped. I thought I should go back and tell her she was going to be raped by six men.

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