***************Silence was usually golden for Fred. Tonight it was iron pyrite. Thelack of chatter from his wife was yelling this fact to him. Alice s...houldhave been like a playlist on replay about tonight. She loved her kidsand tonight was a huge night for them. He should have heard a heartfeltrhapsody about how beautiful their young lady looked tonight, followedby an anthem of their daughter's journey from being the Brat Princess towho she was today. Then, after covering her youngest, Alice. But times were a little different- no way was she getting on the pill and we did not uses condoms so it was the old with draw and shoot form of birth control. The fact of the matter was I was still finishing that last few moments by masturbating.All that being said, I will tell you a story. I entered the US Army in the early 70’s. I was assigned to a base in Alabama. I was 20 years old and had been no and had seen nothing, that was all about to change. I met my friend, BJ, in electronics class.. She's thirteen and cute like Monica but is really kind of a brat.Anyway, Monica is sixteen, like me, and a cute redhead. She has real pretty breasts and, naked, she is a mass of freckles. Her bright red pubic hair is trimmed into a little heart right above her slit and she says that her heart is mine. Mmm, it sure is.She's also on the pill, she tells me her mom put her on it when she first started having periods, so she would be regular. Monica says that's bullshit, she really didn't want her. I simplywanted to be like all of the other girls I knew, and be the kind of girlmy parents expected me to be. So, the night before the party I sat in ascented bubblebath, washed my hair, and made sure that there were zerostray hairs anywhere on my body. The next morning when I got up I beganto get dressed, starting with the string to create vaginal cleavagebefore I pulled on the very high cut and very sheer panties, the whitecolor hiding virtually zilch as far as my butt was concerned. The bra.