We played the same dance as we had in the restaurant with the makeup, andeventually I again backed down. She put me in front of the full-lengthmirror... hung on my front door, and I suddenly remembered that I was stillwearing that makeup. Between it and the dress, I almost looked, well,pretty. That thought gave me a weird feeling. But I had to admit, I'dseen some girls going around with knee-length dresses over blue jeans,and what I was wearing fit that sort of modern-chic look.Marine put an. My mom had hell convincing me to let her trim it. Oh both parents HATED my long hair. To them, all female hair should be a little past the shoulders at longest, and EVERYONE should have bangs. Pixie cuts were too short and boyish, but long hair looked ?hippieish? and un-kept. My mother had had the same hair cut and style for as long as I could remember. My father loved the look on her, so I guess she just never felt a need to change. I was in a short black skirt, all covered in chains. A Company was sent to For Huachua to set up a string of switchboards to support a bigger exercise with several Brigade and larger units that would be a "world wide" event. Germany, Korea and Japan along with several other exercises in the US from California to Arizona and Wyoming and South and North Dakota. My Detachment was broken into two smaller units, Our Detachment Commander and Platoon Sergeant took hale the Cable Section with them to Japan and I was sent with the other half to Fort. There was little reason for me to be here, at Theresa's, but no one had broached the subject. I didn't want to. Theresa hadn't. Jessica sure as hell wasn't going to say anything.Friday afternoon, just as Theresa walked in the door, Jeanie called. It was a two second call."What was that?" Jessica asked."Jeanie's coming over. She wanted to make sure I was home." She must have been looking out the window," I said, knowing from their apartment, she couldn't have seen Theresa drive up, walk up, or.