A few weeks later I met her. Actually, I wasn't sure it was her because she was somewhere between 50 and 60, not mid-20's, but the body and hair where... the same. I thought that maybe she was the mother of the woman who had moved in. As it turned out, she was a real estate agent, and they usually wear lots of make-up.Her name was Jackie. She worked hard. She had to. At heart, she was really too nice to be a Real Estate Agent. I could tell Jackie had lots of nervous sexual energy. She had two. So, why couldn’t scientist find it, especially when some of them had examined thousands of women?It took a very long time for me to develop my hypothesis. I tested it on myself. I knew that finding my G-Spot was easy during masturbation, and how wonderful it felt to massage it. What I didn’t know was if it was so pronounced all the time, or only during heightened sexual arousal.That’s the thing none of the studies controlled for, so that’s what I needed to find out.At first, I knew I’d be my. The clerk at battalion HQ stopped by to give me some of the stuff I'd left in my locker."I had to guess what you might want; the rest of it I shipped to your permanent mailing address."I thanked him, and asked, "Do you know what happened? I remember feeling something pulling against my boot ... then I was here." Yeah, the VC place grenades along likely paths across or along streams. They embed two stakes under water on both sides of the creek or stream with a grenade tied to one and the safety. Go change your money right off and get pesos. As the sailors walked across the street and headed up Magsaysay, they would wind their way up and around street vendors hawking hand made belt buckles, single cigarettes and k**s asking if you wanted to meet their sister, who would see you "long time, sexy time." Most of us were on a search for our PI Princess - the one we would take home for the night. These club girls were not looking for a quick helping of sex with the sailors. They were not.