The air was hot and thick with the smell of stale sweat, sex, and a faint undertone of urine. My skin felt hot and sticky. I could tell that I was in ...an open legged sitting position rather than lying down by how uncomfortable my arms and legs were. Also, by the raising of my shoulders, I could tell immediately that my 36 Ds weren't covered by a shirt or a bra, and my legs were bound to the legs of what ever I was sitting on. Suddenly, a huge big screen television clicks on and the room is. Pretty routine stuff. The next day we would clean our gear and pack our bags and get ready to get the hell out of Dodge.At least that was the way it started out.The first inkling I had that things weren’t working out was when I got called into Lieutenant Colonel Wilcox’ office Monday morning, November 9. The brigade commander had flown to Washington the day before, and Wilcox had taken command. He was working out of a Quonset hut, and one of the parachute company captains was already in with. I stretched and stood gazing at a sea that seemed to stretch out to infinity before my eyes.A smile came across my face as I thought back on yesterday and the sexual smorgasbord that Diana and I had sampled in each room of this house which would become our vacation retreat.I felt a pair of arms encircle my chest and a warm body plaster itself to my back. As I pivoted around in the encircling arms. I was met by a passionate kiss from the woman I had come to love. When she finally could reclaim. Indeed, a moment afterAbigail grabbed the knob there was a soft "click," and Abigail was ableto push the door open."Abigail?" called a voice. "Is that you?" M-Mom?!" Abigail called back. Her cheeks had grown pale, and her eyeswere wide as dinner plates. "Wh-what are you doing up this early?" Oh, I had a late night at the brothel, dear," the voice replied. "I wasplanning to make myself something to eat and head to bed, actually. Butwhat are you doing here? Don't you have work, today? You didn't.