The job is worth three but an old coot like you needs to eat. You get five for the job and you take some fine sandpaper and make sure there is nothing... to cut the young man's hands if he slips. You further have to get the young man to show you where it is needed." Old coot, eh?" From my perspective, everybody over twenty is an old coot. You are just a bit further along."He smiled now and said, "You got a deal you young whippersnapper."I gave the man a five dollar bill. "I am sorry but I need a. She was wearing baggy jeans which were quite tight over her beautiful firm butt, her long dark brown hair swinging above it, and a chequered short-sleeved shirt. We walked and talked for fifteen minutes or so as she lead us further and further into the trees and plants. Eventually we came to a heavily vegetated area, without any visible path through it. Julia crawled under a bush on her belly and I followed. About 7m along we came to a huge wall of vegetation. She forced some branches apart. Eventually I landed at Hartsfield in Atlanta. From the time I got off the plane, I had fourteen days before I had to report back to Hartsfield and turn myself over to the Army. Otherwise, my time was my own. I could go home, get drunk, go cross-country, or spend two weeks in a whore house. Nobody cared as long as I showed up back at the airport two weeks later.I didn’t have much luggage, just a carry-on bag with my toilet kit and a spare change of clothing. I hadn’t brought any souvenirs back. Some guy spraying himself with cheap deodorant and suddenly becoming attractive to sexy young women.It got me thinking.I’m Mike. A gifted, if slightly perverted mind. Only, my perverted mind is limited to finding different things to wank about. You see, unfortunately, I’m not too good with women. Comes with the territory of being a geek. So, I needed help. And a can of Axe would open some doors… and legs.I bought a can, and safe to say it didn’t have the desired effect. No women started.