NOTES: Included in Part 1.

THE SAGA OF JIMMY (JAMES) BENSON 2: Air Force and College Years

BOOK TWO: MATURING:

A NEW ADVENTURE:

The next morning, Jimmy and his family went to the recruitment center as he had been ordered to do. There were about twenty other guys there and the sergeant. Parked in the lot was a bus. The sergeant grouped them together and pictures were taken by him and by the parents and friends who had gathered to see the young men off. Jimmy noticed that none of ‘his’ girls were present. The sergeant led them in ‘the pledge of allegiance’ and told them to enter the bus. As he took his place on the bus, he waved at his folks and settled down for the adventure ahead, he noticed that some of the guys looked familiar. A couple of classmates were here, but no one that he knew well. He was actually happy about that. He would be able to experience this adventure solo, just as he desired it to be. Fewer explanations would be necessary that way.

A few hours later they were on an airplane heading to Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas with their first orders in hand. A simple listing of all the names of those who joined with him that morning in his home town ordering them to basic training on military letterhead. As they flew south to Phoenix first, he felt a peacefulness in his heart that he had not felt for some time. And a confidence that resulted from it. He was curious about what was ahead of him, but not fearful. He would just take it as it comes.

After a brief stop in Phoenix, which was 85 degrees even late at night, the plane landed in San Antonio and they were bused to the base. It was very early in the morning and they had had very little sleep. They were very tired, but perhaps that worked well for them, because it lessened their reactions to the stress they were feeling under the circumstances.

They experienced a very jarring entry into military life. More paperwork, haircuts, uniforms and assorted equipment issued (accompanied by confiscation of everything they brought with them except for jewelry they wore and their wallet,) their first military meal (not bad at all,) assignment to their barracks (in groups of 60,) meeting their D.I. (drill instructor who would take a personal lead in their entry into military life and the training that would accompany it,) immediately starting training accompanied by lectures and visuals and enforcement of discipline all done with no patience at all.

Right on the first day they were assigned a bed, showed how to make it properly (a dime had to bounce on it when dropped) and showed how to fold their clothes and stow them in the foot locker at the foot of their bed. Lectures on sanitation, personal hygiene and a very vigorous lecture on honesty. Any theft would be dealt with sternly. They even had to sign each of the bills in their wallets. And deep trouble if you were found with someone else’s bills. It was very necessary since there was no privacy at all and they needed to be able to trust each other.

All of this was designed to mold them into soldiers who would be disciplined to follow orders and work as a unit. It was accompanied by loud shouting of the D.I. and close inspection of everything they did. Immediate reactions to any variations to standards were experienced. They had heard about Army and Marine Corps discipline. This was certainly not up to their standards. But, to some of the guys it was very jarring. No excuses at all were accepted for any violation of expected conduct. This was very different than what many of them had previously experienced, but especially hard to those from families that had been rather lax with them. Jimmy had little trouble with any of this and was surprised at how fast almost all of the guys adapted.

Jimmy had been primed by his dad to a number of things since he had been in the service also, the Navy. Don’t react to the psychological nonsense. Don’t ever volunteer for anything. Don’t stand out except in excellence. Keep your mouth shut. Keep your private matters private. Don’t complain about the food or anything else. Ignore the normal bumps and bruises of guys living together. Never go to the sergeant about anything, unless your life depended on it, and maybe not even then. Stand up for yourself. But, keep your hands to yourself. I tried to remain invisible and succeeded until the next to the last day, but that is another story.

They were informed by their D.I. that he had been Army before coming here to ‘break in the troops,’ so to speak. He didn’t seem unusually difficult to deal with to Jimmy, but he had little to compare him to. He was not friendly and was very stern, part of the job, Jimmy guessed. There was one guy in the flight (60 man unit that trained together) that came in for special attention by the sergeant. The kid was 19, tall and slim of build. He was very quiet, but evidently didn’t react to orders quickly enough to satisfy the sergeant. Perhaps, the D.I. saw something peculiar in him. And, he was riding the kid pretty hard. All of the guys noticed it. Felt bad for him, but what could they do? He had to just endure it and move on.

One day, the D.I. was riding him pretty hard, more than usual and the kid sort of snapped and called the D.I. out. The confident D.I. agreed, perhaps thought that he would teach the kid a lesson and advance the kid towards actually (in his eyes) becoming a satisfactory airman. Didn’t work out that way. The kid was a lot tougher than he looked and he put the D.I. into the hospital, with notable bumps and bruises. No charges were brought up against the kid, but he was cut loose from the Air Force family. Probably had the army calling at his door when he got home. Don’t think that the Marines would tolerate that kind of breach of discipline. We did get a new D.I, though.

The days rolled on one after another. The guys were mostly OK. They knew that most of them would never see each other again as they were assigned to different technical training centers, so few friendships were formed here. Jimmy met a couple of guys he really liked and as it turned out, both of them went to the same training base with him.

The only hitch on his tour in basic training was that it was terribly hot in San Antonio in June, July and part of August while he was there. He spent about six weeks there and as far as he could tell, the temperature never fell below 80 degrees while he was there, even at night. At times during the day it got up to 114 degrees. And it was bone dry in San Antonio. The combinations of those two factors awoke an old familiar problem, nose bleeds. He got one on the third day there and it lasted the rest of his stay at Lackland. Jimmy went all the way thru basic training with it and it got so bad about three weeks in, that they put him in a thermal bed, packed him with ice to lower his body temperature to help it stop it. It didn’t completely stop, but it did slow down to a mere trickle, which Jimmy was able to cope with. At its worst Jimmy had to meet with the unit commander and they offered to give him an honorable discharge, but Jimmy wouldn’t have anything to do with that. He wanted to finish what he had started.

As he left Lackland for Keesler Air Force base in Biloxi, Mississippi, he took with him these impressions: how few women there were there (the guys told me that they were all looking for officers anyway) which under the circumstances worked out as far as he was concerned, the burrs that infested all of the training grounds and how small and drab the Alamo was that he saw on his only outing to San Antonio. How could a building that was so important in history look so insignificant? Because of what happened there, not the building where it happened, he mused.

ON TO MISSISSIPPI:

They rode a bus (military) across East Texas, part of Arkansas, a corner of Louisiana and then into Mississippi. As soon as they arrived at Keesler, they could feel the difference. They still faced at least six more weeks of P.T. (physical training), but were now in a tech school not a hyped up training base. Only complaint at first was the bottled Coke which was more than twice the price per bottle than it had been a Lackland. It was still very much cheaper than what the people paid for it off base. They also quickly became aware of the high humidity and eighty degree temperatures of the Gulf Coast.

The guys had two days here to get settled-in in our barracks which were of a much higher order that those at Lackland. In fact the Air Force has a much higher standard in housing for its airmen (comparable to privates and corporals in the Army) than most of the rest of the military has for its NCO’s. Probably because except for pilots, the Air Force is military-light. Mostly a technical force with longer enlistment periods (six years to start, four of them active) because of the considerable time and expense to train, and better living conditions to encourage a high reenlistment rate.

The food was quite good. Military discipline was firm, but not oppressive. Everyone (even the officers within the limits of military protocol) was very friendly and the main atmosphere on the base was scholarly. The instruction level was very good. The equipment was not real advanced, but in very good repair. The curriculum was updated regularly, it seemed like it was daily sometimes. We were to spend months here, Jimmy stayed eight months.

They tended to form more friendships there, because they would be together for a longer time. There were still few women here and some of them were married. The single ones put out the feeling that they were not available to any trainee’s interest. No wonder, these guys tended to be very young, were to be here for only a few months and these females also tended to want to “associate’ with the officers, too. They appeared to have a ‘dense bark’ to isolate themselves from possible outreaches from the students. And no wonder, there were over 20 men on the base to every one of them. Must have been heaven for the lesser favored girls, to have all of this possible male attention available.

Jimmy had received one letter from his folks at Lackland, and sent them one and one to Sheila. They were just generic, “I am fine” kinds of missives. He was just so busy he didn’t have time to think of any more, much less to write more. Soon after he got to Keesler, though, he got his first letter from Sheila. It had three pictures in it: one very nice full height of Sheila in a nice dress, one of her without anything on and one of her and Jeannie in the same condition enjoying each other. Only the first one would ever be seen by anyone but him. In his next letter he sent a snapshot of himself in uniform, and a much more inclusive letter, along with genuine glee over the pics that she had sent.

While Jimmy was very acclimated to the school and the atmosphere on the base, he never totally bought into the military experience and so spent most of his free time off base and divided it between the local skating rink in Biloxi which was within easy walking distance and New Orleans, which was a cheap bus ride or free hitchhike away. There always seemed to be some airmen going there and coming back and they liked to fill their car with fellows who would share the gas expense. None of them had much money, so it caused them to find ways to share expenses, not a bad idea, actually.

When Jimmy first got to Biloxi, he only could skate straight ahead and with very limited variations. After a few weeks of skating there, he decided to improve his abilities. This would be necessary to advance his cause with the local girls and his ability to master more advanced skating skills.

To not be embarrassed before the people he saw each week, he went to a neighboring rink at Gulf Port to practice. He went there early in the morning and skated all day. After a tortuous day with many falls and bruises, he was able to skate backward and turn from forward to backward and back with some ability. This would advance his ability to coordinate his actions with the more advanced girl skaters.

This became the obvious thrust for his attentions when it became apparent that he was not going to make it as a speed skater, since though he was very fast in the straightaways, he could not compete with the smaller skaters in the corners. He also was not going to make it as a roller hockey member. He watched them in practice and decided that he was unprepared for the extent of the mayhem that they practiced. Besides, the local team was so good that they had actually scored a goal against the Grey Ghosts, so would have no room on the roster for a tyro like him.

So, Jimmy settled on skate dancing. He bought a pair of very fine skates for $140, which had roller bearings (for a smoother ride) and horsehide boots that fit like a glove. He would use these same skates as long as he skated.

The girls helped him to master the first three certificate level skills and started him on the ‘bar’ dances. He took to this like a duck to water. And it was so cool to actually be in demand by the girls. Even though they were not romantically interested also, in guys who would be here for a few months and then leave for ‘God knows where’ afterward, they needed partners to skate dance with. Since there were four girls who could skate dance to every guy who could, it was practically a guarantee of attention to the guys who could. Socially, this was one of the best decisions Jimmy ever made. Maybe the best!

CHARLOTTE

New Orleans was another matter. It was tuneful, raw and picturesque. He would go down on Friday evening and pay to ride the paddle wheeled stern-wheeler, The President, for the dance that occurred there for two hours while it was out in the river. The girls and women tended to be hauntingly beautiful and slim. They were also very friendly, but proper too. Jimmy was a terrible dancer, but none of them ever complained. Just worked at dancing within his limited abilities. It was all great fun.

The second time he went on the boat he met Charlotte, a southern belle, if there ever was one. Blonde, slim, nineteen and simply the most elegant female he had ever met. Jimmy immediately felt a very warm feeling about her and it slowly developed into deep friendship. She was not the kind of girl you would ever actually make advances to. But, even so she was very attentive to Jimmy and a dear soul to be with.

On the sixth time he was to meet her, he had rented a room near the wharf to stay overnight. When he got there, she was standing with a Marine Sergeant. This didn’t look good at all! Wasn’t sure he shouldn’t just turn and run for it. But, something in her eyes said that things would be OK. And he had never done any-thing remotely improper with her. So Jimmy approached and Charlotte introduced her companion as Sergeant Frank Muster. He could tell that he was ‘no nonsense’ even for a marine. The marine took his hand firmly, but not in an unfriendly manner. Didn’t try to impress Jimmy with his strength, either.

Then Charlotte left them together to face each other while she excused herself to go to the powder room. A very strategic maneuver. With her temporarily gone, the sergeant spoke up:

Sergeant—It is good to meet you, airman. Charlotte has told me a lot about you. (At this Jimmy gets nervous.) You have dated her several times while I was gone and taken very good care of her. She and “I” appreciate that. And she told me that she is quite fond of you. (Jimmy didn’t know what to make of this, so he merely stood in a respectful manner, with his mouth firmly closed.) I have bad news for you though, Jimmy. We have been dating for some time. And she and I have just become engaged to marry. It will be soon, we haven’t set a firm date yet. (Jimmy’s heart sank with this announcement and he must have shown at least some glimpse of it.) She and I have decided to invite you to join us tonight for the last time you will see her as we will be leaving the area. (Said firmly, but not unkindly.) You and I will dance her feet off tonight and leave her with a very pleasant memory of you as she and I start our lives together.

Jimmy didn’t even consider demurring. It occurred to him that Charlotte was more than a little in love with him, too. But, the sergeant was older, mature and it was easily seen that he was wildly in love with her. Jimmy could hardly blame him for that. No doubt about it, he grudgingly admitted that Frank was a better choice at the time. He just wasn’t ready to take the responsibility of such a fine young woman’s life. Evidently the sergeant was ready!

He shared a truly memorable evening with them, dancing in turns with her. She was so happy that night, dancing with her two favorite men.

When the boat docked, they walked down to the wharf and stopped. The sergeant walked off a few paces into the night mist and kindly turned his head away. Charlotte took him into her arms and gave him the only kiss that he ever received from her. She then hugged him tightly and whispered into his ear, “I am so very sorry, Jimmy! So sorry.” He whispered into her ear, “It’s OK, Charlotte. It’s OK.” She turned and took the sergeants hand as they walked away. He never saw either of them again. He slept alone that night in the hotel room that he had had such high hopes for.

THE RACE:

P.T. training continued from basic training for several weeks into the tech school regime. To graduate from P.T, the airman had to perform a series of tasks to a standard. Things like pushups, pull ups and running a measured mile were included. Jimmy was in the best shape of his life, but was built very slim and spare in the shoulders and arms. Most of his strength was in his thighs. He had been a cross country runner in high school and a roller-skater, since.

At the end of the P.T. test, he had not met the standard of any of the strength events, though he could do sit ups all day. When the sergeant asked them to line up for the mile run, he told the sergeant that it was no use since he had failed the other events. The sergeant consulted his clip board and told him that he had done respectfully in them, with an honest effort in each. The necessary time for the mile was 6 minutes. He was told that if he could beat that with a significantly better time, he would be passed anyway. That was all of the incentive that he needed. Not another 6 weeks of P.T.

During his stay at Keesler, Jimmy was pretty much a loner. He got along with the other guys pretty well, but was an unknown among them, since he spent so much time at the roller rinks and in New Orleans. The other guys just mostly ignored him. One guy though was very annoying, because of some jealously that Jimmy never understood.

He was from Michigan and had been a modestly successful runner there. Jimmy had only run cross-country and with very modest success. He had bounced back and forth between the varsity and the J.V’s. He placed high among the J.V. runners and in the middle of the varsity runners. James just made the varsity for state and placed a distant number forty on a relatively flat course.

He had trouble with going out too fast and then fading because he could maintain a pace, and increase it, but when he started to slow, it was soon over since he couldn’t pick up his speed again. If he could avoid that until he ‘hit the wall,’ he could run all day long.

Once in high school he was running a very flat course and was far ahead, when three runners passed him. He didn’t know that they were college runners out to give him a thrill. He thought that he was in forth when he crossed the finish line. Trouble was that it wasn’t the finish line. Everyone was trying to get him restarted and were pointing to the real finish line. Jimmy managed to get himself moving again and did actually finish fourth. This was what moved him up to the varsity for state.

The course for the P.T. final test was laid out on the airport taxiway. It involved a lap and a half around the chosen course. The group that he ran with was made up of sixty runners and included the Michigan airman. He had lightly taunted Jimmy about this run and had strongly affirmed that he would win. Jimmy just wanted to do well enough to pass out of P.T.

The runners ran in plain tennis shoes, tee shirts and shorts. When the runners lined up for the start, Jimmy reminded himself to start at a modest pace and not worry where he was placed during the beginning of the run.

The runners were sent on their way and a number of them ran out strong, including airman ‘Michigan.’ Jimmy started out a very modest pace and lagged towards the back of the very elongated pack. He was running very strongly and smoothly, though.

At the end of one third of the mile, which was one half of one lap around the course, Jimmy was near dead-last. However, he was running with a lot of confidence and comfort. He picked up his pace and started to pass the other runners. Because of the conditioning that he had gained during P.T. he was feeling very strong.

When he completed one lap of the course, which was two-thirds of a mile in distance, he found himself with only eight guys ahead of him. So he stepped up the pace again to a rate as high as he had ever run distances at. He was still running strongly and smoothly. This race wasn’t long enough to encounter ‘the wall.” So he was only concerned with running smoothly and maintaining his pace.

As he got to the one-sixth of a mile left-to-run point, he found himself with only ‘Michigan guy’ ahead. He was also running very strongly. Jimmy decided to put everything he had left to the finish, so he shot forward running as rapidly as he could. He passed ‘Michigan guy,’ and shot on to the finish line.

As he crossed the finish line, the other airmen waiting for their turns to run were jumping up and down and shouting encouragement to Jimmy and the other runners. As he finished he started to collapse, but others grabbed him and held him up to catch his breath and get his legs back. There was absolutely nothing left in his tank, ‘Michigan guy’ came across the finish line in second place, still running strongly, but stunned by Jimmy’s final dash. If he had known what was to happen, he might have been able to fend Jimmy off. Or maybe, not.

When Jimmy finally got his breath back, and his legs firmed up enough to walk, he made his way over to the sergeant to see what his time was. He needed a 5:30 or less to pass. The sergeant in an excited voice said that his time was 4:34. Jimmy was just stunned. It was close to the base record. Jimmy was just glad that it qualified him to pass from further P.T.

The other guys were very excited though. For it was the first personally identifiable thing that Jimmy had done. With a bunch of young men each tended to be identified with some easily remembered quirky thing they had done. This guy was known as the guy who ‘peed his pants on a long march’ or who had ‘passed the transistor unit exam with a perfect score.’ Things like that. So now Jimmy wasn’t a mystery anymore, or at least not as much of one. He was the guy who had run so fast.

The P.T. instructors were somewhat dubious about the time being so good, so they measured again the distance and found it to be 100 yards too long. So the time stood, and they adjusted it to 4:24 by subtracting a great time of :10 flat for the excess 100 yards. This time of 4:24 would have placed very high at state in his senior year of high school.

The only negative fallout from this accomplishment was a brief episode of jealousy by ‘Michigan guy’ who grabbed Jimmy’s ankles while Jimmy was sitting on the top bed of a bunk later that day and evidently tried to send Jimmy headfirst into the table below by pulling his legs back. Before Jimmy could say anything, others told him to stop it. It could have just been a stupid instinctive reaction on his part and not jealousy at all, but either way nothing else negative happened between them.

But for Jimmy, things ran ever so much better from then on, with something positive attached to his name. It even seemed to carry forward with the guys who were stationed with him in Alaska. It also helped to change Jimmy’s attitude towards himself.

FIRST LEAVE/FRIEDA:

When Jimmy got his first leave around Easter of his first year of service, he rode a bus all the way from Biloxi to Seattle, near his home town. The intimidatingly long ride got off to a propitious start when a group of college girls got on board at Gulfport only a couple of miles from Biloxi. They were going back to school after a weekend of fun on the gulf coast to Jackson. The bus was full up, so a pretty brunette asked to sit next to him in one of the few remaining open seats. Perhaps because he was wearing his uniform, she felt safer. He asked if she wanted the window seat, but she said no she would like the aisle one. It was getting dark and late in the evening, she was very tired and so asked if she could put her head on his shoulder to rest, as the seats were very cramped. He said that it was fine. So she did and slept all the way to where she got off in Jackson. His arm and shoulder were dead from the pressure of her head, but his heart was happy. He never did learn her name.

At the halfway point, Jimmy stopped to spend a few days in Minneapolis with the family of a young girl that he had met over the backyard fence of his parent’s while he was shooting baskets at the basket mounted there. The young lady, whom he didn’t know at the time, would throw back his misses. He spent a pleasant week there and then resumed his trip home on the bus. He thought he would never escape Montana. All that barbwire, fence posts and cattle. The state is very wide and there is not much else to see there until you get to the western end, which is very pretty.

Then Jimmy arrived home to a very enthusiastic welcome. The family met him at the bus station and drove him home. He sank back into the warmth of his family. The family was much amused by his newly acquired southern accent. They were much interested in his experiences. Jimmy said nothing about the lost Charlotte, though.

On Tuesday of the week of his arrival, Jimmy went shopping at the mega-store with his dad for some groceries and saw a number of familiar faces including some of his former fellow workers. His boss greeted him, asked him how he was and inquired as to when he would be coming back to work (with a warm smile.) He also informed Jimmy that he had first dibs on him when he got out to make up for his sudden departure (said with a mild chiding.)

As he and his dad turned a corner on an aisle, suddenly Frieda came into view. She smiled and purposely moved up to great him. Dad withdrew to the next aisle to give them some privacy.

Frieda—–Nice to see you, Benson!

Jimmy—–Good to see you too, Frieda.

Frieda—–How are things going for you in the Air Force?

Jimmy—–Actually quite well. I am in tech school learning to be an electronics technician. How about you?

Frieda—–Sounds good, Jimmy. Bet you are at the top of your class, too. I am near the end of my freshman year at Stanford and doing well.

Jimmy—–Not the top. We have some amazingly bright guys. But, I am well up on the list. And I would be very surprised Frieda if you don’t do excellently.

Frieda—–Me too! (She said with a smile, but not one iota of false modesty.) How long are you going to be in town?

Jimmy—–A little over a week more. Say Frieda, we have never done anything together. Would you like to catch a burger and a movie on Friday evening? You can choose the movie, too.

Frieda—–Sounds like fun. Pick me up at my home, so my dad can run his date/rabies exam on you. I’ll write down my address here……See ya about six?

Jimmy—–Wouldn’t miss it for the world. See you then Frieda!

Frieda—–Check.

In the meantime he heard nothing from Jeannie or Sheila. This was curious to him since they both would have known he was in town. And Sheila had written several letters to him including the one with the ‘photos.’ He could have called, but he just couldn’t get himself to do it. Couldn’t imagine why either. And nobody in the family mentioned either of them, either. Sort of curious, he thought.

On Friday he arrived at Frieda’s to pick her up. Unfortunately, he had gotten a cold in the meantime and with it, the worst case of laryngitis of his life. Jimmy couldn’t speak A WORD! NOT ONE! This caused a considerable amount of mirth on the part of Frieda and her parents. They mercifully invited him to spend the evening with them instead of going out. They also gave him a note pad to write brief comments on and ordered pizza and root beer. Her family was modestly affluent and let Frieda and Jimmy have some time together in the basement TV room. The TV was very big and had a wonderful sound system. They found an appropriate movie with ‘few commercial interruptions’ at least it was advertised as such. It had significantly fewer ones, and they tended to be grouped together at actual reasonable places in the movie. The pizza was great and the root beer was a continuation of a lifetime love affair. In his whole life, Jimmy only found one root beer, a store brand, to be undrinkable. He especially liked IBC, Thomas Kemper and Mug root beers, but Henry Weinharts was considered by him to be the best.

They settled in to watch the movie, with little to say, but comfortably cuddled. Jimmy was surprised at how chastely affectionate she was with him. She seemed to genuinely enjoy his company. And as previously mentioned, she was striking in appearance. Those that knew her at all, seemed to forget that, since it was lost in the impressions of her transcendent intelligence. There are smart people. There are highly intelligent people. Then there is Frieda! And here Fabulous Frieda was curled up with him on the couch. What a wonder!

Nothing progressed beyond a series of cuddles and a few warm hearted pecks. He was very glad of that. It was more than enough for now. And made for a very pleasant evening. He wondered if his silence enhanced the experience for her or detracted from it. Probably improved it, for as intelligent as Jimmy was, he wasn’t near the level of Frieda. But, she didn’t seem to be looking for that anyway. She seemed to be more than pleased to simply have a nice quiet affectionate evening with him. And he very much enjoyed it, too.

When the evening came to a close, her parents were very warm in their thanking him for coming over. Frieda gave him a hearty kiss of goodbye, right in front of them, and he left with a smile that gave them pause to smile again broadly on their own part. What a wonderful evening!

A couple of days later, it was time to return to duty. There was a National Guard flight center at the county airport, so he hitched a ride on a flying boxcar going to Fort Campbell, Kentucky. This two-engine freighter was noisy and drafty. And as they found out over Idaho, flew very poorly on one engine. The pilot managed to nurse it to Boise, and Jimmy spent a day and a half there until he could get another ride. He called ahead to Keesler that he might be a little late, but under the circumstances they were quite understanding. Turned out he made it back on time anyway since he caught a bus from Fort Campbell to Biloxi that worked out very well.

HORROR AND AGONY:

When he got back, it was Sunday night and dark. He had to get things in order since he was due in class the next morning. As he was putting his things away, he noticed a letter laying on his bed. He picked it up and noticed that it was from Jeannie. He thought how he didn’t even know that she had his address. Must have gotten it from Sheila. So they must still be on good terms with each other. Good, he thought as he flushed a little remembering his time with them both.

He opened the envelope to find a newspaper clipping with a brief note attached to the outside of the folded clipping. On it, it simply said, “I am so sorry, Jimmy!” Signed by Jeannie. With a heavy heart he opened the clipping and read:

INVESTIGATION CONTINUES ON LOCAL DEATHS:

This reporter has found out from inside sources at the police department that many questions remain concerning the drug bust deaths that occurred here in town three weeks ago. It seems obvious that the gunfire was initiated by a drug buy that went bad, which apparently involved Bob Barker and another man so far unidentified. There appeared to be a struggle between them which advanced to the use of guns. As the police arrived with drawn pistols, due to the gravity of the scene, gunfire erupted and Bob was killed. The other man was seriously injured, but not fatally. He is currently in a lockdown room at the hospital recovering from his wounds. What has the police baffled is why Sheila Sheridan apparently a random observer of the events was shot and killed. Why and how she was even there is a mystery, since her personal car was at her home? This reporter will provide additional information as it becomes available.

Jimmy, after the initial shock, simply collapsed on to his bed and became consumed with racking sobs and heartache beyond enduring.

One of the guys who had previously mildly tormented him (Michigan guy) heard Jimmy and moved down the hallway to confront him about it. But another guy, A BIG guy, moved into position in front of Jimmy’s door and took a blocking position with a severe warning stare. The tormenter got the message and moved on to other interests. The other guys who shared his room, found other berths for the night as Jimmy bore the full force of his heartache through the night. He couldn’t quit sobbing. It was all so terrible.

Jimmy just stared at the clipping through his tears. His mind couldn’t come to grips with what it said. An eighteen year old girl dead in a drug raid! What the hell was going on? Why didn’t anyone tell him while he was home? (Rumbling anger began to lift its ugly head.) My God! How can this be? (Abject disbelief) Why didn’t she take care of herself for me? What the hell……… Why didn’t Bob protect her? I’ll kill the bastard wherever, whenever I find him!!! Death can’t protect you, Bob!!! I’ll find you somewhere and kill you again.

Then his heart simply exploded with agony. Sheila!! Sheila!!!! My Sheila!!!! How can you have left me???? My first woman! My first love….. You taught me everything, Sheila. How can I go on without you??

Then he simply collapsed into racking sobs, muffled shrieks of agony and heart pain beyond endurance.

Later that night, two Amish airmen from Pennsylvania, who had probably saved his life from the threat of suffocation possible from a wild night of drinking on his nineteenth birthday, came to his aid again. They were very kindly. The BIG GUY permitted them to pass and they took up positions on each side of Jimmy and gently held him in their arms and his anger and sorrow began to lessen.

In the morning while all of the other airmen prepared for classes, the BIG GUY finally abandoned his position in front of the door. The two Amish airman went off to prepare for class leaving a much calmer Jimmy behind and then the commander of their training wing came by to tell Jimmy that he needed him to stay in the barracks for the day and provide a security presence due to an unnamed threat.

All of his fellow students in his block knew what was happening. They had heard his sobs. The camaraderie that develops between people who work and live so closely together and the synergy that develops between them caused an outpouring of silent sympathy to his agony. When one hurts, they all hurt. And they all get well together. But, no one ever actually mentioned the horrid night to Jimmy. Not even his occasional tormentor.

Jimmy got through his next few days by focusing on his studies. It helped a lot. But, his heart felt stone-cold dead. He knew that probably nothing permanent would have developed between him and Sheila. But, he already knew that when you have sex with someone, especially if there is a warm feeling between them, a lifelong bond is created. At least for Jimmy it was. No matter how causal the relationship, he would always feel special towards anyone he shared such an intimate time with. This was beginning to impress upon him how selective he needed to become about it. At least the idea was growing within him.

JAMES GOES TO ALASKA:

For a number of reasons, Jimmy was now not comfortable with the name Jimmy. His real name was James, and he now wanted to use it from now on. Part of the transformation derived from some really tough happenings in his life, including his near miss with death over his drinking. And also, from his sense of self from his success on the running track. Also, he was now promoted to Airman 2nd Class. He wasn’t going to be snippy about it, but if asked that would be his name from now on. He would always be a bit irritated when people would see his name as James, but would call him Jim anyway.

James left the South to go to Alaska for his first post-tech school assignment. It was a remote long-distance radio transmission site a few miles outside of Anchorage, Alaska. Interestingly it was an Air Force site on an Army base. That gave them much more privacy than would be normal.

He had left Biloxi, Miss. with strong impressions of the South. He was impressed with the music, blues and Cajun, especially. The willowy, sensible and dignified women made a lasting impression. But, the racial divisions there, with the whites in control, and the lack of respect from and towards both sides was unsettling. He had had little contact with this kind of behavior as a youth and the school studies that touched on it glossed over the reality of its hurt. He didn’t think that he would ever feel comfortable living there.

He stopped at home for a brief couple of days and then flew on to his assignment, with only the little girl in Minneapolis showing active interest in him. She had requested that he write her regularly. And in her first letter to him she sent some very interesting photos of her in some of his uniform parts, evidently taken by her mother when he had been out with her dad shopping. However, he only wrote her sporadically, because of his ‘heart’ condition. It was certainly not her fault.

When James first got to the site, it was made known to him that the site was constructed so that the working areas were on the first floor and the sleeping quarters were on the second. There were not enough rooms for every guy to be in a separate room. There was a communal bunk room for the guys when they first got there. Then they would be assigned a two man room for the duration. However, James got a room alone, because he had the habit of leaving the window cracked open no matter what the weather was like outside. No one else could cope with temperatures in the room at night that resulted in frozen water in the sink. He slept like he had never done so before, with freezing air outside his bunched up comforters and him snuggled below with only his mouth exposed to the freezing air through a tunnel he made in the blankets.

He enjoyed his time in Alaska. The assignment was interesting and he enjoyed the basic companionship amongst the young guys. James had very little interaction with girls up there. It was just as well. It would take time for his ‘heart’ to mend and be ready for another ‘love assault’ on it. It was better for him to be very busy doing other things.

A couple of things did happen there, though. He bought an older but very serviceable ‘52’ Ford from another airman. It had a head-bolt heater, which allowed it to be easily started no matter how cold it was outside. This was necessary because it regularly got to 20 below at night in the winter. This caused the drive-in movie theater which only operated in the winter (because it wasn’t dark long enough in the summer to show movies) to have to issue heaters to the individual cars, along with their speakers. It kept it nice and cozy during the movie. And since it was so cold that there was no moisture in the air, the pictures on the screen were very sharp and clear.

A couple of the fun things that he shared with his fellow airmen had to do with the site’s remoteness and the ‘danger’ of leaving a group of energetic and creative young men with too much idle time and a lot of freedom.

During the first winter there, the guys found a use for the water that came from the building. It came out of a 4 inch pipe and was warm from cooling the building and cleansing the air in conjunction with some very large air filters. This was necessary to protect the very sensitive equipment in use. They diverted the water flow to a low spot in the antenna field and made a small ice rink there for beer can hockey. Few of the guys could skate well, but since the direction the beer can puck would fly was rather unpredictable, it didn’t matter much. The sight of a bunch of slightly inebriated airmen unsteady on their skates playing their hearts out just for the fun of it, was a sight to behold. James didn’t think that he ever had as much recreational fun again in his life.

The next spring, the guys found another use for the heated water. It emptied into a long and deep ditch which led down to the river nearby. The guys found some old logs and stacked them up to form a dam and then a pond. It was deep enough that birds wouldn’t bother the fish in it. Oh yes, about the fish. One evening several of them were wandering around the outskirts of the site and low and behold, the guys found some orphan fish at the neighboring fish hatchery. Since they had accidently brought a 5 gallon bucket with them, they naturally had to free some of the orphan fish and give them a good home in the pond.

The fish thrived in the pond, which had a number of improvements added to it, like a bridge over the middle. The guys fed the fish very regularly from the scraps from the dining hall. The fish grew impressively. So impressively that the next spring when the game warden happened to wander by, he told the guys that if they let the fish go down to the river, he would bring some more to take their place. So, they pulled out the logs and let the water and fish to the river. Funny thing was, that the officers that came to inspect the site after that, never said a word about the fish. Perhaps they were of the mind that anything harmless that kept the guys busy was alright with them. The pond refilled with water very quickly after the logs were put back into place and then the game warden kept his word and brought us another bucket of ‘orphan fish’ to raise. He smiled with every step he took as he left. Probably thinking of the fishermen who would hook one of those monsters someday and think that they had died and gone to fisherman’s heaven.

About the food there, it was terrific. They had a great cook in a staff sergeant and his young airman helper. Not only was the food great, but the cooks used an absolute minimum number of pans to prepare it. Great to the washers. After several months the sergeant told the airman, that he could not teach him anymore about cooking. The young airman was so good, that the guys encouraged him to go to chef’s school after he got out. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to, though. And the corker was that he was just a tall skinny guy from the hills of Tennessee and had never seen anything cooked in anything but a black iron pot before he had entered the Air Force. The food was so good that officers would find excuses to come out and eat with us, since the food was even better than what they got at the officer’s club.

FLIES:

In Anchorage in the summer the days are very long. Maybe only three hours of semi-dark and morning comes very early. Also, you have over a dozen young men with little to do, since the equipment was kept in tip-top condition. Young men and boredom. A ‘lethal’ combination.

At about 3:30 in the morning three airmen are sitting in the lunch room, bored and more than a little tired from non-sleep. One of them notices a fly buzzing around the room, carefree in its ignorance at what was to come.

One of the young airmen grabbed a magazine that was laying on the table and attempted to swat the fly with it. Several times! They could almost hear the fly laughing at them in his presumed invulnerability due to its superior reflexes.

At that moment, another airman came in and observed what was going on and its futility. He offered to show them a means that would kill the fly for sure. He asked for a supply of rubber bands. One of the airmen retrieved a box of them from the sergeant’s office. He wove them together to produce a chain of them about 18 inches long. Then he demonstrated how to utilize this weapon.

He showed how to grip the lose end of the chain in the left hand with the tight end held with the right thumb pointed straight up/out and towards the fly. Then the left hand gripped the other end of the rubber band chain and pulled it back as far as possible. The point was to aim the chain straight at the fly. The assumption was that the rubber band would rebound faster than the fly could react. It worked perfectly.

Inspired by this, the other airmen present made their own chains and fanned out to search out and destroy all of the brothers of the now dead fly. The demonstrator relaxed in the dining room satisfied with his inspiration of the others.

James moved up to the barracks above the work space with a gleam in his eye and a fatigue generated maniacal grin and laugh to match.

After ridding the few flies in a couple of rooms, he found himself straddling a waking airman, who looked up at the insane airman with his rubber band chain and asked, “What the hell is going on?”

James answered, “It’s OK. I’m just killing flies, so don’t leave your mouth open!”

TWO YOUNG GIRLS:

In high school James had roller skated to keep in shape during the offseason from running. Most of his high school friends snow skied. But, it was too expensive for him then, another reason to skate instead. But, in Alaska, it was very inexpensive for the military to ski, so he decided to give it a try. He was amazed to find out that the body balance and motions of roller skating were very similar to skiing, and it led to him adapting to it very rapidly. The mountain ski resort gave the military a very cheap rate. The base a few miles away had its own ski slope, which was free to military personnel. And he availed himself of it regularly when he could.

One day he was skiing when he noticed a couple of young ladies about 12 and 14, who were off to the side of the main run and it appeared that they were struggling with their skis. So, he skied over and asked if he could help them out. They smiled and said quietly that yes they would welcome some assistance. So he though being no pro, still was able to show them how to ski across the face of the slope, turn and do a snow-plow stop. They caught on very quickly. When he was satisfied that they would be alright, he excused himself and skied away.

He then skied down to the chalet and ordered a hot chocolate and took a seat with a view of the slope to keep an eye on the girls. They were doing fine. After a few minutes, a well-dressed gentleman, a civilian evidently by his dress, approached him while he was seated and asked if he could sit with James. James looked around and saw plenty of other chairs available, but accepted the man’s seating himself at his table anyway. After the man had made himself comfortable, sitting quietly and enjoying his coffee he initiated a conversation with James.

Man——-I noticed you up on the slope with the two young girls. And saw how you helped them out.

James—–Oh, they didn’t need that much help. Just a couple of pointers to assist them to be comfortable on the slope. They were very bright and eager.

Man——-Well, I would like to thank you for helping them. They are my daughters. (The base commander had invited them to enjoy the skiing on base.)

James—–(Feeling calm and confident) No problem. They caught on very quickly.

Man——-(At that the man pulled a card out of his pocket and said,) This is my business card. I am the manager of the new Penny’s store here in Anchorage. We are having our grand opening this week. I would look favorably on your application to work for us, if you are ever free and interested in applying.

James—–Thank you, sir. I will consider it.

At that the gentleman excused himself and left to meet his two daughters at the door as they entered the chalet. None of them looked his way and James soon left to return to his duties.

Another time while still up there, he decided to try out the local skating rink in Anchorage. He drove his trusty Ford in to town alone. He seldom did things with the other guys. When he did it often turned out memorable, like the night that several of them invited him out to dinner with the object of getting him drunk. But this time he was alone. He entered the skating rink, put on his skates, got his ‘sea legs’ and moved out on the floor to check out the girls. He met three that knew how to skate dance to varying abilities. They were each attractive and appropriately friendly. After skating with them in rotation for a couple of hours, it was time to return to the base.

As he left and entered the parking lot, several sailors surrounded him and proceeded to threaten and harass him. Evidently they took great umbrage at him for dominating the time of several of the pretty girls at the rink and had decided to give him a painful lesson to emphasize their displeasure. At the most threatening moment, as he saw no way of escape, three marines sauntered up and inquired as to what was up? The sailors made their case to the marines, who took it under advisement and rendered their verdict. They personally escorted James to his car and not unkindly advised him to not return to the rink. James heeded their advice and never returned to it.

ON TO CALIFORNIA:

When James left Alaska, he left behind some really nice friendships that he never forgot. When he went to his next assignment in California, only one of the guys he knew went there also.

In California he was assigned to a very different kind of work. Instead of technical work on equipment, he became a data analyst with a military/industrial joint venture with the space program. It was very interesting, but not really challenging.

While settling in, James soon decided to try out the local skating scene. He started with the closest rink. After a couple of weeks, the manager asked him to help out on the nights he came in as a ‘skate guard’ (a kind of genteel floor policeman) and come for brief breaks for the other employees. For this James got free entry, snacks and drinks and a lot of attention from the girls. One in particular, a dark haired, shorter, HWP and smiling beauty seemed to take a special interest in him. By now James was 20 and she seemed to be a couple of years older. But, it didn’t make any difference to either of them. They got along so well, that he was encouraged to ask her out on a non-skating date. She readily agreed and they settled on the next Saturday going to a drive-in movie. Since he usually skated on Fridays, this wouldn’t interfere with his ‘skate guard’ duties at the rink. During the next week he had plenty of time to keenly anticipate meeting her at the skating rink parking lot and what might happen in the car at the movie. She was very pretty and very friendly, indeed.

When James came to work at the rink on Friday night after getting off duty, the manager glanced at James and waved him off discreetly. He was in intense discussion with a young man several years older than James. One of the other employees met James in a dark corner and advised him to quickly leave. She told him to talk to the manager another day.

Several days later, James went in on his day off during the day, when they had special events and skating parties. Since he knew he would be able to talk to the manager without the usual crowd around, he had decided to handle it this way. The manager informed him that the young man that he had been talking to was the husband of the young lady that he was going to date the next evening. And that he had come to the rink to kill James with a very sharp and big knife that he showed to the manager. The young man had had a brief deion of James and was looking for him since he knew that James was working there as a skate guard. When James had come in, the young man had asked if he (James) was the guy he was looking for. The manager told him that no it wasn’t James, since James had called in sick. The young man was somewhat disappointed, since he wanted to use his big knife but not on the wrong person. James shivered a little at how close a call that he had had. He wondered about the girl, but decided that she must have supplied most of the information that had described and incriminated him, so he left off thinking about her.

And didn’t returned to that rink for a long time. He took up at another rink in the next city, a few miles away.

RAMONA:

At the new rink, he quickly fit in with the crowd and met several suitable skating partners. The local skate dance crowd was very well represented here and strong in ability. James had to upgrade his skill level several notches to get the attention that he desired. He soon identified among the young ladies, one named Ramona that he not only skated very well with, but was impressed with her as a person. And surprise of surprises, her mother who accompanied her seemed to be very impressed with James, too. Ramona was somewhat reticent in speaking, but friendly in her manner. Her mother was the more positive and aggressive in their combined attention to him, while positively encouraging his attentions to her daughter. He was quite enthralled by this combined attention. After the first couple of meetings, Ramona came to the rink either alone or with James.

James being medium tall and slim with Ramona being relatively short, petite and slim made a natural pair on skates. He skated upright, a little stiffly and with very smooth footwork providing a good foundation for her to work her magic. They were social skaters, but might have gone somewhere if they had pushed it further. Even so, they looked very good together on the floor. They got some positive feedback from other skaters and this fed their egos and furnished a strong basis for them to draw together as a couple. James was probably the first older guy (she was 16 and he was 20) that her mother had let get very near to her daughter. Must have been something about him that ‘floated her boat’ and which she probably lived vicariously with through her daughter. Actually, James was seriously drawn to her too, despite his fixation on Ramona. He came close to doing something about it a couple of times. And she made the best banana crème/vanilla cracker dessert he ever tasted. Despite the fact that she was at least 20 years older than him, and just a regular looking mom, she certainly had ‘something.’

Meanwhile, James was pursuing Ramona. Just a couple of months after they met at the rink, her mother OK’d them going to a movie together. He was surprised at the time.

When he picked her up she was wearing a summer jump suit. It was quite warm even at night. James at the time had only a motorcycle, so she drove her parent’s car, a 1960’s Chevy Impala convertible. She was a very skilled driver, and James never would be embarrassed to have a lady drive him.

When they got to the drive-in (chosen by a mutually accepted decision) they settled down in the back seat at her suggestion, with the top up. They had already bought popcorn and pop. She never said much when they were together and he was unusually quiet in her company. He never did get a real good read on her or what she actually thought of him. And he probably worried needlessly about it. But, when she made up her mind about something, she was not bashful about moving things along.

Evidently at 16 she had had very limited sexual experience since James could recognize her areas of ignorance. She was very responsive though to his leadings. He was didn’t intend to push things too far at this point with her, so he tried to contain his enthusiasm. It had been some time since he had been with a female, Sheila, and he was a bit hesitant at first. After a few minutes of clumsy sitting together, she suggested, “Jimmy, I won’t break if you hug me.” So, they nestled together in the back seat and hugged and kissed like it was the most natural thing in the world and like they were long-time lovers. It just came so natural to them.

After a while he moved down to loosen her jump-suit and to kiss her belly, one of his favorite targets for sexual attention. She made no move to resist and in fact was obviously greatly enjoying his attentions. He then pulled her panties down and proceeded to kiss, lick and suck on her clitoris and pussy. She said nothing, but quietly moaned under his attentions. He gently but continuously licked her pussy crack. It became very wet with a sweet and slickery fluid. It appeared that she came. Wasn’t sure, but it seemed like she did. She said nothing. Then she loosened his belt, lowered his pants and proceeded to give him a spirited but unpracticed blow job. It did feel real good.

For very little understood reasons, he did not push it any farther with her that night. She had responded very well to his attentions, but said nothing about any of it. When she dropped him off to his bike at her mom’s place where she lived, she gave him a hearty kiss and asked him to come and see her at home that Sunday morning. James readily agreed.

When Sunday came, he showed up at her home. She was still in her young woman jammies when she answered the door. Nobody else was there.

James—–Hello, Ramona. I came as you asked.

Ramona–Yes you did. Please make yourself at home on the couch while I get ready to see you.

James—–(Moving to the couch) You look plenty good to me already. But, OK!

[While Ramona was doing whatever she was doing, she spoke from the other room, loud so he could hear her. She was in her bedroom.]

Ramona–My parents are at church and won’t be home for at least two hours. They don’t know that you are here. I told them that I was going to sleep in to get to feel better. And my brother Gary is off with his girlfriend.

James—–I see.

[Now Ramona came out, still with her jammies on and carrying a blanket which she laid on the couch and wrapped herself in. She motioned him to come back to the couch.]

Ramona—I enjoyed the movie with you, James. But, I want you to know that you will not put your penis in me. We can have fun, but I will not permit that. I don’t want to get pregnant and would like to be a virgin still, when I marry.

James—–(Surprised at her openness about this,) OK, I will respect that.

Ramona–Then come over here.

James moved over to her and found that when he moved the blanket from her, that she had already taken her bottoms off leaving her glorious lower body open to his view and ministrations.

So he kissed her briefly on the lips, teased her small breasts and proceeded down to her pussy. He gently opened her legs, ran his lips very softly over the skin of her belly, inner thighs, her opening pussy lips and finally her clitoris. She came quite suddenly after just a few minutes of his attentions. She then had him take off his pants and she began to give his cock her attention with her hands and lips. He got stone-hard and proceeded to produce copious amounts of pre-cum, which she wiped off with a Kleenex. Then she had him lay down with her and put his cock between her legs, within her pussy lips, but not in her vagina and had him rub his penis up and down her pussy crack. Her whole body was swollen, her face was reddish, her eyes were big and she gently moaned. James was really into it, but suddenly came before she could cum again. She chided him about it, but not unkindly. They tried again, but it was not to be. They cleaned up and he left before her parents arrived.

This set the pattern for their relationship. She was very cooperative in their adventures, but would never let him enter her vagina with his cock. He never thought of her ass. She might have allowed it if he had thought of it.

They had sex everywhere. In her home, shower, bedroom, kitchen while standing up often with her parents in the next room. The parents never said a word. Only once did he enter her vagina with his cock and it was an accident while they were taking a shower after being at the beach. She was very displeased, but not angry about it. Once while they were driving in the Impala (he was trusted to drive by the parents now) she gave him an On-The-Go-Blow job. It was the first one for him and very exciting and felt very good. He didn’t cum, but gave a passing truck driver a real eyeful as the top was down.

THE CAMPING TRIP:

One time her family decided to go camping for the weekend. James as Ramona’s boyfriend was invited to go with them. He cleared it with his unit commander and rode his motorcycle out to her parent’s home to meet up with them and leave for a fun weekend. When he got there, no one was home. The truck was gone. There was no message for him. James was stunned by this. How could she have done this to him? He returned to his apartment, stricken to the bones in grief, looking forward to a lone weekend not knowing what had happened. On Sunday early evening he decided to return to her house to see if he could find out what had gone wrong. As he was sitting on his cycle in her drive-way, their truck drove up. He could see around to the back where Ramona’s brother was cuddled up with his girlfriend and Ramona was cuddled up with some guy that he had never seen or even heard of. When she saw James, she just looked away and said nothing to him. Her mother had a concerned look on her face. Her father and brother just glanced at him and ignored him. James felt completely out of place in the scene and so started up his cycle and left with the intention of never seeing Ramona again.

A couple of months later, James got a phone call from Ramona’s mother informing him that she was in the hospital after having double foot surgery on each of her feet. She had an extra space between her big toe and the next one and her little toes were very bent to compensate during her walking and skating. It caused a lot of pain in her feet and lower legs. They had broken both toes in each of her feet at the same time and put pins in them. After the initial pain from surgery, it didn’t hurt as much as it sounds, but she couldn’t walk for a while and was very limited as to what she could do.

Since this happened in early summer, it was expected that she would be on her feet by the start of school and would be skating again in another three months after that. Actually, she was back on skates by late summer and despite the considerable pain that it caused, produced no further damage and in fact may have contributed to the finished state of her feet when all healed including the removing of the pins. You’ve got to love that kind of girl. True grit, indeed.

Ramona’s mom invited James to see her in the hospital because Ramona had asked for him. He wondered at that and asked her mom why she would want to see him because she had so obviously rejected him by what had happened on the camping weekend. Mom said that she was sorry about what had happened and was afraid that James would be very angry with her over it. Imagine that! She also told him that it wasn’t Ramona’s idea to leave James behind, but her dad’s. The guy she was snuggled up to was a visiting cousin. Her dad felt obligated to invite him along for the weekend, and felt that James would be an extra person along, one too many. Ramona reportedly felt trapped into this, her mother said. I accepted the story per se, for the moment. But, a lot of pieces didn’t fit together. Like she wasn’t curled up next to him like any cousin I have ever seen. And why didn’t she call me before they left? They had plenty of time to do so.

Anyway, he liked her mom very much, so decided to play along and ‘play dumb’ to please her. How can you refuse a lady who makes scrumptious banana crème layered desserts for him? Simple. You can’t!

And besides she seemed to be real keen on having him see Ramona.

When he got to the hospital, he was quickly ushered up to her room and the RN with a smile firmly closed the door behind them and they could hear her footsteps moving briskly down the hallway.

He sat in the chair next to the bed and looked at her questioningly. All of a sudden again wondering why he was here. He didn’t for a moment believe the story that her mom had told. Not all of it anyway. He patiently and quietly waited for her to say something while she did the same about him. He felt he owed her no apology and waited for it from her, or at least for her so say something.

Ramona—Hello James. (Said in low and contrite tones.) I am very glad you came to see me.

James—–Well, your mother called me and let me know that you were here. How are you doing?

Ramona–Not bad, all considered.

James—–They really broke both of your toes on both feet? I remember you saying that they were planning on doing it. But, I thought that they were going to do one foot at a time!

Ramona–It was my decision. I didn’t want to be limping around my whole senior year. And really, it doesn’t hurt that much more to have both done at once. The doctor OK’d it after they did an in depth health review. You know that I can take a lot of pain.

James—–For sure! You have been skating on those feet in pain I can only imagine, for years doing jumps and spins, too. I didn’t even know how much it hurt you, since you never did mention it.

Ramona–I really enjoyed skating. Especially with you. I didn’t want to spoil our fun. And my feet didn’t hurt much, except when we skated. It was easy to focus on our skating, because we were so very good at it.

James—–So your mother always said. Was it only skating that caused her to approve and nudge us together?

Ramona—Yes and No. Mom always told me that she saw something in you that she wanted for me. Something that she didn’t get with dad. No, don’t misunderstand. She loves dad very much. But, she sees a fire in you when you are with me. If I didn’t know better, I would think that she wanted you, too. Not to ruin things between us or between her and dad. Just a taste to satisfy her curiosity and to comfort her when dad was preoccupied. She would rather die than hurt dad or embarrass her children, though.

James—–I see. That explains a lot. She and your dad must have known at least some of what was going on between us.

Ramona—She knew it all. Dad knew some, at least what mom allowed him to know. She covered for us many times. She allowed it because she knew how much we loved each other. And she respected the fact that you never entered me and came in me. You honored my firm request. Of course, I never told her about our accident in the shower and how we were terrified for weeks as to whether I was pregnant. Actually, I secretly hoped that I was.

James—–You did???

Ramona–Yes, I did. Perhaps things would have worked out a lot better for these last couple of months if I had been. Dad would have insisted that we marry immediately. Mom would have loved to care for the baby while I finished school and you could have lived at home with me till you got out of the service next summer, or were promoted so that we could live together.

James—–Ramona, I had no idea you felt any of this about me and us. You never said a thing. In fact you never said that you loved me, or anything like that in all of the time I’ve known you. I did know that you cared, though. That can be shown without words.

Ramona–James, I didn’t know all of it myself until lately. I’ve had a lot of time to think things over. Dated a couple of other guys, too. But, it just wasn’t the same. Even with good sex. And remember, I was very young when we started (still very young, I was thinking), inexperienced and everything we did was new to me and like a great adventure. You opened up things to me that I had only heard of and dreamed of. I didn’t know I could feel that good. And as it has turned out, it makes a lot of difference as to who you share it with. I have learned some other things I want to share with you, too. (I grimaced at that.) Don’t be silly, James. I’ve never enjoyed it with anyone like I did with you. I now see why you were so obsessed by it. And I didn’t have to get angry and fight with you to keep your cock out of my pussy, like I did with them.

James—–That is a lot of information, Ramona. I guess I get it.

Ramona–James, you aren’t going to tell me now that you have done without the last couple of months, are you?

James—–Well, No. (He said it softly. He just couldn’t lie to her, no matter how upset he was.)

Ramona– OK, out with it! (Said with a bemused smile on her face.)

MISS:

James—–Well, ummmm, OK, ummmmm, OK. I was on my way on my motorcycle to my part-time civilian cleaning job at the naval base. I am saving money to get a car, you know. (She nodded.) And there was a girl standing at the gate like she was waiting for someone. She was young, a little older than you and very pretty. But, no one was in view. So I asked:

James—–Miss, can I help you?

Miss——-No, I am just waiting for someone. I don’t know when he will be here.

James—–If you give me his name, I can go to the guard house and have him paged. I’m sure that the S.P’s would be happy to help. What is your name? And his name?

Miss——-I, …… I, …… I ….. don’t use my name much. Miss is good enough. And I don’t know his name. I just met him once and he said that he would meet me here, today.

James—–OK, but if he doesn’t show up, I will be back in a couple of hours and help you if I can.

Miss——-OK.

[After a rushed two hours of cleaning, I walked back to the gate to retrieve my cycle. She was still there and still looking.]

James—–I see he didn’t come.

Miss——-Oh yes, he did. I was just waiting for another friend to show up.

James—–Well, I don’t see anyone in sight. I am going to get something to eat and go to a movie. Would you like to go along? My landlady is gone for the weekend, and so I have to find something to eat on my own. And watching TV is no fun without her, so I thought I would go to a movie.

Miss——-I don’t know, maybe he will show up.

James—–Oh, come on……jump behind me on my cycle. It will be fun.

Miss——- OK.

[While eating at the local burger joint)

James—–Are you going to tell me your name?

Miss——- Oh, I don’t know. Well, OK. It is Judy.

James—–(He knew that her name was probably anything but Judy.) OK, That will do for now. Let’s go to the movie. You get to choose.

Miss——-Thank you for this, James. That is your REAL name, isn’t it?

James—–Yes, it is.

Miss——- I don’t get many real names on my dates.

James—–(He wondered at that.) Really, how strange.

They settled in to watch the movie. The theater was not crowded, about 1/5th full. There were no private spots available. But she cuddled up to him, allowed him to kiss and fondle her. Even allowed him to lift up her skirt, hidden under his jacket, and play with her pussy. He caressed her legs, inner thighs and pussy. She sort of purred. She slightly lifted herself for him to get a better feel of her. Her pussy got very wet and since she wore no panties, he got to feel all of it. And taste it too, when he lifted his fingers to his mouth. She now kissed him hungrily and asked him if they could leave now and see his apartment. He said yes, of course. She hugged him very tightly on the back of the cycle on the way to the apartment. [This is one of the greatest feelings a guy can get. Almost as good as sex.]

When they got to his apartment, they made themselves comfortable on the couch with her legs open and one of them over his leg. They made out wildly as he fingered her clit and pussy opening. After a bit, she led him to his bed and laid him on his back. Opened his trousers and immediately took his cock into her mouth. It felt so wonderful. Better than he had ever received before. He would have cum very quickly, but she seemed to know how close he was and so took a condom she had ready near, ripped open the package, arranged it at the tip of his cock and worked it down to his balls with her mouth. WOW!!! Then she nudged him over on the bed, put a pillow under her hips and motioned for him to take his proper position between her hips facing her beaming face. He rubbed his penis up and down her pussy cleft and over her clit. She definitely enjoyed that. Then she took his cock and inserted the tip into her pussy hole, gently worked it into the totally lubricated tunnel and pulled on his buttocks to get the maximum depth. She noticeably sighed then and proceeded to nudge his belly indicating for him to pump in and out of her. He was on fire and readily complied. She lifted her bottom up towards him as his cock came down, forcing him deep within her. After just a few minutes she shuddered and he exploded. They held each other so tightly that they became as one. He lowered himself on to her and they hugged so hard it should have hurt, but didn’t. They laid there in each other’s arms for some time. Then briefly looked each other in the eyes. There seemed to be infinite gratitude in each of their eyes. For a few minutes they had beat back the loneliness in each other’s lives and shared a brief happiness together.

After their tryst, she asked to be taken back to the gate where he had found her. So, on his motorcycle, he took her back and kissed her there right in front of the SP shack.

A few days later, he was in Sergeant Mallory’s office upon another matter, when James brought up the experience because it puzzled him. Sergeant Mallory was a cool guy about forty and you could trust him to be discreet, so James laid the story out to him about Miss. Not all of it, of course and Mallory said:

Mallory—She was a prostitute, James.

James—–You’re kidding. I thought they were old. She was so young and pretty and loving.

Mallory—James, they are people just like any other. Just with a very unconventional way of making a living. And many of them are in the 19 to 22 year old age group. Most girls in that age group are very pretty, indeed.

James—–I thought that they did it for money. She didn’t ask for any.

Mallory—Yes, they normally do, because they have expenses, too. But, once in a while, I am told, they can become so immersed in the experience or smitten with the guy that they either forget to ask for the donation or decide to not ask for it. This could happen, especially, if they have already made their daily quota of income.

James—–They must need the money an awful lot to do that for it. Should I find her and give her some? I did give her $20 for bus fare if no guy showed up.

Mallory—Probably not. She got what she wanted, a nice time with a sweet guy. They meet and deal with some guys who are not attractive and /or nice to them. Her experience with you was insulation for some of those times. She can call it into her mind and block out what she is experiencing at that moment. It helps to protect her heart. It will be a pleasant memory for her to draw upon for some time. Anything else between you would probably defeat the purpose of it.

James—–OK. But, what if I see her again?

Mallory—Just nod and smile and walk on. She probably won’t acknowledge you, though, to protect herself.

James—–Thank you, sergeant.

Mallory—Anytime, James.

HOSPITAL BED:

Ramona–That was some experience, James. Would you like to hear one of mine?

James—–(In a rushed voice) No, that is all right. Maybe later.

Ramona—OK (In a knowing voice,) maybe, later. Jimmy, would you please lock the door and come up and sit beside me on the bed?

James—–Won’t that get us into trouble? The locking of the door? And won’t they be suspicious?

Ramona—No, I don’t think so. They know you are here with me. They want to give us some privacy. They are glad to have at least one patient so occupied that they aren’t bothering them. And they don’t expect to hear from me till dinner time about an hour from now. Oh, and they know I am in no danger from you because of my feet. They figure that the remaining pain in my feet will contain things here. Don’t know me very well, do they?

James I am so amazed, Ramona! You have talked more on this visit than the total of all of our conversations since I met you. And about some things too, that you would never even comment on before.

Ramona—Well, my mom talked to me a lot over the last couple of months. She didn’t really approve of the other guys I saw. She’s very sweet on you James. I think you know that. It is innocent though, because she really loves my dad. Well, maybe not totally innocent. Maybe you could give her a little kiss sometime, to show you like her too. Or something. I think she would like that if you were very kind about it and not pushy. But anyway, she emphasized to me that I better get my act together if I really wanted you, because you were undoubtedly very hurt over the camping trip fiasco. At least a fiasco from your point of view.

James—–Well Ramona, it is very refreshing to talk openly and directly about things. Are you really serious about your mom and me? She would really welcome that?

Ramona—Yes, I am. Just remember whose boyfriend you are. And be very discreet about it. Now come up here and be a little closer to me. (She motioned with her arms and face for him to join her on the bed.)

As he joined her on the bed, she lifted her head to accept his kisses and returned them like never before. She alternately opened and closed her eyes, evidently to get all of the feelings out of it and to verify that it was really James that was with her. As they continued in sensual and vigorous kissing, she slid back and lifted the sheet covering her (It was just too warm in the room for blankets.) and guided one of his hands to her breasts. She had never encouraged this before, but she seemed to hunger for his attentions to them. By her actions she was presenting them to be caressed, stroked, gently pinched, kissed and suckled on. She was very responsive to his attentions to them. She motioned for him to remove his trousers only and to join her under the sheet. As the kissing still continued, she guided his hands now down to her belly and the treasure at its bottom between her legs. He caressed her tummy so gently she could barely feel it, which made it all the more effective. Her pussy was swelling, getting very wet and the smells there were enticing him down first with his hands and then with his face. He had to reverse his body to put his face there, putting his cock up to her face which she immediately began to give attention to with first HER hands and then HER mouth.

Now they were both ministering to each other’s needs and desires with their mouths on each other’s organs. She was much better at this now. They were side by side on their sides facing each other with their top legs lifted to give each other full access to each other’s love and play area. Each were swollen with desire and very wet with sex juices which each were tasting and enjoying. Soon, she urged him to turn his body back around so that they would be head to head and then she carefully turned her back to him, lifted her leg a little and placed his hard and swollen cock between her legs against her swollen and very wet pussy lips. After they settled in to how it felt the best, she reached back and encouraged him to begin pumping his body against her, thereby causing his cock to rub against her inflamed pussy.

He was hesitant at first, afraid that he would hurt her. But she murmured that it was alright and didn’t hurt. Actually it did, a little. But she was so inflamed with desire and need that she overlooked it and had him pump harder and grind harder against her. There was no invitation to enter her and he understood and honored that. But, even so, their bodies were responding in unison and the sex fever was upon them and the mindless passion overwhelmed them and they climaxed together and then slumped together in relief and total gratitude for what had just happened. She rolled over and smiled, she grabbed towels that were handy and cleaned them both off. They then cuddled together and briefly napped in total comfort and relaxation.

A few minutes later they were awakened by a rap on the door. James hurried and put his pants back on. Ramona straightened out herself and the sheet and then he opened the door.

The nurse entered with a bemused expression on her face bringing in two dinners. One for each. Usually the nurses didn’t do this. They had lower ranked personnel to handle it. But, she seemed to have a personal interest in them. She noticed the languid manner of each and the contented expressions on their faces and allowed herself the slightest smile in response. “I have brought you both dinner.” After a brief pause, “Enjoy them!” And she left with a quiet little laugh.

After eating their dinners and talking briefly, he excused himself to go. She had told him to forget coming to see her again since she would be going home in three days if there were no further complications and if she could get around a little on crutches. She was home in three days flat. She made sure of that.

ENDING:

After this, James and Ramona continued sporadically seeing each other. She was on her feet in six weeks and back on skates before the summer was over. She was very determined and evidently continued a high tolerance for pain. When school started, they sort of drifted apart as she got real involved in Senior Year affairs and projects.

It didn’t help that once when they were at his apartment when they were playing and she showed him something new: riding on his cock as it laid against his belly and rubbing herself against him, when he asked the ill-fated, “Where did you learn that?” Silence ensued.

She began to ignore his calls and make excuses for not seeing him. Lame excuses. So he got his back up over it and began seeing other girls. Like a pregnant girl in his new apartment building who liked to play cards with him, but returned to her worthless unemployed boyfriend before he could make a move on her. And a pretty full-bodied red-head who went to the drive in, gave it all up, talked about marriage after three dates and then dropped the bomb, namely sex only twice a week. Actually after a ‘breaking-in-period,’ including a honeymoon that wasn’t an unreasonable request. But, he had no desire to let her have this kind of control over him. Who knew what she would try to control next. Her sister-in-law was furious with her, because she liked him and detested the other guys the red head had dated, including the one that had left her with a baby, who was only six months old when James dated her. And James had liked the baby, a redheaded girl, too.

James had gotten out of the service the last summer before Ramona’s senior year of high school. He had gotten a well-paying job with the local phone company, which led to his new apartment. But, it all seemed very hollow to him, so he decided to resign from his job and return to his home state and go to college there. It would be cheaper and he would have his family’s help.

Ramona’s mom got wind of this and brought Ramona to see him on the day he was to leave. Ramona came into the now vacant apartment, everything but his clothes and personal effects had been sold or given away, and looked at the now empty room. Because of events leading up to his leaving, she had spent very little time there, but was never-the-less dismayed by the scene.

She asked if he was through with her. He said that he was surprised that she cared since she was evidently sleeping with several guys and had no time for him. She said that it was just her senior year affect and that she still wanted to be with him eventually. He said to come to be with him after she graduated and they could go to college together.

With that she brightened up some and moved in to kiss him. He hugged her tightly and she returned the hugs with her own enthusiasm. He was overcome by his emotions and kneeled down and lifted her skirt. He pulled down her panties. She widened her stance to facilitate this and he planted his mouth up to her warm pussy. He spent ever so long sucking and licking her. And also pushing his tongue up into her vagina. She wobbled on her feet under his ‘pussy attack’ and finally came, showering his face with her precious cum. She then got down on her knees and ministered to him, bringing him also in her mouth and swallowing it. They used a remaining box of tissues to clean up and he escorted her to the waiting car with her mom in it. He waved at them both as they drove away.

A couple of months after he got home to go to college, he got a return letter from her informing him that she had gotten married. He received two phone calls from her over a period of years asking how things were. Both times he said that he was happily married. [Of course, he wasn’t.] She was gracious in her congratulations. He got one from her mom, too. But, it got the same response. I could tell that her mom was more than a little sad over it.

BOOK THREE: PREPARATION

J.C.

James now settled down to pursue his education at the local community college. The preparation that he had received in high school stood him in good stead. He excelled at his studies and got very high marks. Almost straight A’s. His counselor inquired of him during one of their counseling sessions and he told her about his H.S. English teacher. She said that they had had a number of her former students who almost without fail did very well in their college studies.

James thoroughly enjoyed his studies and the college atmosphere. He was even elected as a class representative. Being 21 and not bad looking probably helped. He got a lot of female attention, but no intimacy from his college contacts while in J.C. Go figure that.

To augment his G.I. Bill, he returned to work at the supermarket, where they were very welcoming to having him back. The same manager was there and he gave him the slightest smile on first sight. He also gave him the Frozen Foods Department, which he could work as many hours as he wanted and whatever hours would work with his schedule. He just had to notify the manager so others could fill in when he couldn’t be there. A perfect setup because he really enjoyed working in the store. He pursued none of the available girls at work, though. Would just cause too much trouble.

His income allowed him to buy a Camaro brand new, since his parents were so glad to have him home, they excused him from making any contributions to the family while he was pursuing his education.

Sadly Sheila was dead, a very tender part of his heart remembered. Jeannie had moved away and he heard nothing from her family about it. But, they didn’t seem upset with him about anything either. Sue was living in town somewhere and working, but he knew little else about her and she didn’t try to contact him. He left her alone and didn’t try to pursue anything there.

One bright spot though was roller skating. He still had his dance skills, and the local scene was like elsewhere, four girls to each boy who could skate dance. It didn’t hurt either, that he was a college guy, decent looking, had a cool car and had some money to play with. What a sweet situation. There were several rinks in the neighboring towns, and he became well known in all of them. The only real challenge was fending off the underage girls, who seemed more aggressive about giving it up than the legal ones were.

James would come into the rink, put on his custom skates and after getting his ‘skating legs’ would skate the free skate (singles, couples, etc.) sessions till he identified a likely subject for his attentions, or as often occurred a young lady would approach him and ask him to skate with her. During the ‘free skate’ sessions he would show off some of his skating skills to attract the better skaters. But, if a real pretty girl made herself available to skate with and if she was very friendly, that worked out too. His first concern was that she was legal, since he was 21 and didn’t need that kind of trouble.

AMY:

One of the first nights in town, he met a young lady who was short, small, cute and very talkative. They hit it off tight away. James didn’t expect anything on the first date, but it often happened anyway. So he usually shared his I.D. with her, so she would know who he was and he would know that she was legal when he saw hers. Protected them both and also caused a sense of responsibility on each of them. It didn’t stop the hanky-panky though. Probably, it spurred it. Since each knew who the other was, any repercussions could be dealt with without the other disappearing into the dark, at least usually. It also helped to differentiate James from a cousin of the same age and similar appearance, who had been in trouble with the law and would be a red flag to any parent of the girls that he would meet.

This girl, Amy, was quite aggressive in her attentions to him. She firmly deflected any other girl that night that tried to get his attentions. She skated very closely to him and let it be known to him that she welcomed James affectionate attentions. She was not a great skater, but did manage to keep her feet off of his and could skate backward and follow his lead. They actually looked cute together and anyone observing them would tend to think that they were a long time couple by the way they showed attention to each other. He plied her with Pepsi, hot dogs and whatever else she wanted to eat for the rest of the night at the rink. That truly impressed her.

When it became time to leave, she asked if he could take her home, since her ride had not arrived yet. James pretended to not know what was up about this, but he had noticed that she had spent a few minutes at the phone out of his earshot. And, he was glad to comply since she was a lot of fun to talk to and he didn’t have to get early in the morning.

When they got to his car, her eyes lit up at seeing the Camaro. It was very cool and unexpected by her. James had not mentioned it to her. So, he opened the door and seated her. Hooked up the seat belt, too. James was fanatical about this.

Amy——-James, could we get something stronger to drink and then go somewhere to park and talk?

James—–Amy, I don’t drink when I drive. And I don’t buy for minors (drinking age). But, if you want something else, we can stop at the BURGER BURP, and get you something.

Amy——-(Somewhat disappointed) Ok, that would be fine.

So they stopped and got some Pepsi and fries at the BURGER BURP. James wondered where she was storing all of this Pepsi she had consumed that night. She had gone to the ladies’ room only once.

Amy——-James, may I call you Jimmy?

James—–No, please. Just call me James. I think that I have earned it. And I will never call you anything but Amy, unless you ask me to.

Amy——-OK, James. But, if I come up with a ‘pet name’ for you, can I use it?

James—–Only if we ever become lovers! You can call me anything you want if and when that happens.

Amy——-Well, that gives me something to look forward to.

James—–I sure hope so.

They talked for some time about their respective goals in life. Evidently, she planned on being a mother and wife. No outside from the home work. Nothing wrong with that. She would probably be an excellent one too. For the right guy she would probably be affectionate and loving till one of them closed their eyes to life. Maybe afterward, too, if what many of us believe is true. She would probably plump up with having babies, but with that cute smile, ready wit and easily given affection, no guy in his right mind would ever complain. Probably have pretty babies that would grow into fine people, too.

Amy——-(With a sudden panicky expression,) James, I need to get out of the car for a minute. Too much Pepsi!

James—–OK, here I will unlock the door and solve the mystery of how to unhook the seat belt, too.

Amy——-Thanks.

When she got out of the car, she didn’t move out of his sight, but spread her legs, lifted her skater’s skirt, pulled off her panties and with her eyes firmly fixed on him squatted and peed. James was caught up in the wonder of the moment and watched appreciatively. He could see her soft belly, her sturdy legs (James had never seen a lady who roller skated regularly with bad looking legs, no matter what the rest of her body looked like,) and her erotic zone, which was fully furred, as it were. She showed no shame in carrying out her mission, which was accompanied by a low hissing sound, a little bit of a splatter sound and an obviously relieved expression on her face. Some events in life transcend their basic nature and become alive with added meaning and promise. James was definitely interested in what this would lead to.

Amy——-(As she reentered the car) James, could we move to the back seat, honey? And do you have a blanket with you?

James—–Yes, we can move to the back seat, but even with the seats moved forward, there is little more room there. Also, I don’t have a blanket with me tonight. But, I promise that that will be the last time that happens.

Amy——-That’s OK. At least we won’t have to fight the steering wheel to talk and cuddle.

James—–For sure!

As they moved to the back seat, he noticed that the panties were still off. He got a great view of her pussy and her whole erotic zone, too. He seemed to get the idea that the view was intentional.

When they settled-in, in the back seat, she moved herself to cuddle with him in a way that allowed him full access to all of her ‘goodies.’ There was little talking. Mostly her directing him to the next zone of interest…in turn, where she desired stimulation. Boy, she wasn’t going to need any alcohol after all.

After kissing and cuddling for a few minutes, she directed one of his hands (the ones caressing her appreciative breasts) to her leg. He took the cue and began to stroke and caress lightly her legs. Up the inside and down the top and outside.

He purposely avoided contact with her pussy at this time. They were still kissing too, with her head sharply turned to allow him tongue access. They were almost melted together in intense pleasure and both of their bodies were reacting appropriately. His cock was rising, which she could feel against her ‘back’ crack. And her pussy was creaming which he could feel as his fingers glided past on the inside of her legs.

He briefly gave attention to her pussy with his hands and fingers and then directed her to move to a position with her on her backside, slightly leaning back, with her legs wide open. Evidently she expected him to enter her right then, and was very surprised when he crouched down to put his face into her pussy zone. She was somewhat shocked by this. Probably something new to her. But, as the sensations from her pussy started being read by her brain (and her heart) she began to respond by lifting her pussy to his attentions and rocking back and forth against his face. Her pussy began to leak copious quantities of female cum and she soon thereafter started to exhibit the tell-tale signs of climax. When he looked up he could see the center of her face including her nose lite up fire engine red. Her eyes had a sort of glazed-over look. Her head was lifted on her neck as far as it could reach. Her hands were on the back of his head, forcing him up to her clit. Her belly was shaking in rhythmic pulses. Her legs were squeezing his head. And all of a sudden she moaned and then let out a shout, “Oh-My-God!!” And then she relaxed and laid back down on the seat.

With languid eyes, she reached down and pulled him up to receive fervent and hungry kisses. She hugged him till it hurt his ribs. Then she noticed his still gloriously engorged dick. She smiled and guided him into her, where he promptly began a rhythmic pumping action, which awoke her loins again. She began pushing back, with her hands on his buns, pulling him in on the down strokes. He soon exploded into her with all of the cum he had stored up and she gave a little shudder and relaxed again.

As they relaxed into each other’s arms, she hugged him and smiled. And then she said:

Amy——- James, I just had no idea! That it could be that good, James. No one had ever done that for me before. I had no idea of what I was missing out on. I had heard about it. But, wow! I just had no idea.

James—–That is a woman’s due. At least one of them. For all they do for us guys!

Amy——-I’ve never heard a guy talk like that before. They are usually so selfish, so very, very selfish. Just want to get themselves off and ignore the girl. And I am so sorry, James. I didn’t go down on you!!

James—–Amy, It is ok. Do I look disappointed?

Amy——-Ha, Ha, Ha! No you don’t.

James—–Well, I’m not. You were wonderful.

Amy——-Was I the best you have ever had?

James—–Unfair question! But, you were the best tonight! (He said with a special smile.) And I don’t ever remember enjoying a woman’s response more.

Amy——-Thank you, James. That was very chivalrous and kind of you.

James—–Guys who truly enjoy this are ALWAYS caring afterward. It comes with the experience.

Amy——-And what an experience it was!

James—–Glad you enjoyed it.

Amy——-Enjoyed it! You have no idea. Well, maybe you do since you did everything right and worked me up to it. Yes, I think that you do understand.

James—–I work seriously at it, if you can call it work, since I want my lover to enjoy this as much as I do.

Amy——-If you enjoyed it as much as I did, why are you still conscious?

James—–Just lucky, I guess. Lucky to have shared this with you. (He said very quietly.)

Amy——-I heard that, and thank you again, James, from the bottom of my heart.

Amy——-James (with a change of tone in her voice) you know we could enjoy this every night.

James—–(Fearing what she is leading up to.) Amy, I don’t think our schedules will allow us to see each other every night.

Amy——-Silly, I meant that we could get married. And we would have every night together.

James—–It is too soon to talk about this, Amy. Let’s get you home now, before your parents get scared or upset by you being up so late.

Amy——-(Somewhat down) OK, makes sense. But, call me tomorrow won’t you? Here I will write down my number for you.

James—–OK.

[After dropping her off, he rips up the piece of paper and never sees her again. He also skated at other rinks for a long time to avoid her.

He did hope that she found a good guy, though. She was very nice, but he just wasn’t ready for that kind of nice, yet.]

FIRMLY ON COURSE:

After this, James set his course firmly on his education. He had already been pursuing it fervently. But now, fueled in part by his lover’s guilt his mind became firmly focused on his studies. He still indulged in his feminine interests, but never again did they gain ascendancy in his life. Until the next time, that is.

At his Junior College he had a very fine group of professors. Since at the J.C. they were not required to publish or somehow in another way distinguish themselves outside of the classroom, they could ‘amazingly,’ concentrate on teaching and leading the students on their educational way. The ones he met were very proficient in this. His high school English teacher would be very happy to know that her preparations of us were not being wasted.

There seems to be among some the attitude that a J.C. education is somehow of a lessor quality than one given at a four-year school. Interestingly, a study done by an independent agency actually found out that those J.C. students who went on to a four year school actually did better in their studies than the students who attended the four year school all four years. They pointed out that the level of instruction at the J.C’s was very high. And that the level of dedication by the students who attended and excelled there was also high. To be fair, the four year schools tended to get the best of the J.C. students which quite possibly skewed the results somehow. But, whatever, it showed that doing your first two years at a J.C. was no handicap at all to the total educational experience.

Of course our school (J.C.) had a number of students who had been educated by a particular group of excellent high school teachers. That undoubtedly skewed the results, also.

At college, he was very impressed by Mrs. Mansfield, the finest Math teacher he had ever encountered. And James had had a number of fine ones throughout his schooling. Among the things that made her special, was that she made the students feel smart versus glorifying herself. In her class he continued his usual pattern of doing every math problem in the book as they progressed through, not just the assigned ones with answers provided in the study book. Interestingly, these unanswered ones tended to be the ones in the tests. So James was well prepared for each test. And he got very high scores. In talking with him during and out of class, she came to recognize that he wasn’t a Mozart of Math, but sort of a Beethoven. James was reasonably intelligent, but he gained his success mostly on very hard work, instead of some amount of genius. Mrs. M. in respect of that decided to reward his hard work with more hard work, using him to tutor the struggling students who were also in the same class. And of course, his already high scores soared. Nothing teaches you like teaching others.

He reserved his hardest efforts for his core classes in Math and Science. But, he found that other classes caught his imagination and enjoyment, also. He had taken a Music Appreciation course since it helped with his Arts requirement and seemed to require little effort on his part. However, the professor was very good and interested in his subject. So they learned the various Ages of the com-posers and the main ones of those years, the various forms of music that they produced, to identify some of their compositions and with real fun the ability to identify the various instruments of the orchestra from their sound alone. This turned out to be a lot more satisfying than he anticipated.

Also, he took a course on history covering mainly Middle Ages Europe from Charlemagne to about 1800. The professor was a rotund black Baptist, who was really into his subject. There were NO boring days in his class. He was very fair in his handling of the religious issues of that time period. His lectures were lively and mesmerizing. And he graded fairly, too. Very cool class and man.

MARY, ET AL:

During the semester break, James returned to the home rink in his city. No sign of Amy. Why should there be? Probably hurt her feelings very badly. Felt some pronounced twinges over that.

But, the first night he met a young woman Mary, who was interesting to talk to, but didn’t throw herself at him. He was intrigued by that. She was a little taller than average, dark haired, round faced and HWP in build with just a little extra. She had a ready smile and intelligent eyes. He liked her very much right off. After a couple of meetings at the rink, she asked him to take her home. They parked and by mutual consent things got out of hand. While she enjoyed the intimacies, he could tell that she was feeling no little guilt over it. Probably from a religious upbringing. They saw each other another time, with the same results. The next time he went to her house and her mom came to the door and told him that Mary didn’t want to see him anymore. That really took the wind out of his sails. He walked to the street end of the walkway, sat on the steps next to the street and just soaked up the sadness for a while. After a bit, he got into his car and drove away to never see Mary again. It’s too bad, and his fault too, she was a really sweet girl.

Since James started with the winter quarter, he went to class through summer to catch up. Summer classes are slightly shorter and condensed and a good time to get requirements out of the core group out of the way. It was when he took the Music Appreciation course. Since he felt stymied romantically after Mary, he worked more hours to take the pressure off in the fall. He skated regularly, met girls and got laid a couple of times, too. It was fun, but not memorable. Even though the girls enjoyed James, neither they nor James were interested in any repeats. Once was enough.

One young blond did take it seriously. They made love in the back seat of his car at the drive-in theater, with both climaxing, but no penetration. Just like with Ramona. She was particularly enthused about having her pussy sucked and licked. She was cute and fun, but a little too young for him. Her parents mercifully put a stop to it. They were gentle about it, much to his relief, earning his deep respect. In a couple of years she would become a real lively lover for some guy. James hoped that the guy would deserve her.

WORK AND SCHOOL:

At work, he was very popular among the workers. Several gals made it apparent that they were available, but James didn’t want to go there. No official company policy against it. But, just not a good move. However, one day when he was in the back room and it seemed empty, one of the cute girls he had dated (and bedded) visited him at work and inspired him to take a short break in the mop room. Very enthusiastic kissing and grouping ensued, nothing else. It was noticed by others and became fodder for a lot of good natured teasing as James’s expense. No serious repercussions, except a small dark cloud over the female assistant manager’s head. She was never all that friendly after this.

When fall quarter began, he had a near miss at losing his way in college. He was taking French and the professor had complimented him on his pronunciation, which led him to the expectation of getting an A in the class. James was becoming fanatical about his grades. They were great, but he was determined to get straight A’s in order to be able to attend the ‘university of his choice.’ He really didn’t have anything to worry about in this regard, since the University was obligated to accept him with his grades anyway. But, James was prone to choking up at imaginary problems where none existed.

When the mid quarter grades came in, he had a solid B in French. He was so stunned and upset that he went to the admissions office and started the process to quit school. Everyone in the school was upset by this. That night his mom took him into her arms, hugged him like she did when he was a little boy and told him that whatever he did would be OK. The next morning he terminated the withdrawal and humbly went back to his classes.

He only did light dating the rest of the year, because his work at the store and his studies. He got real familiar with Playboy and other men’s magazines and kept a good supply of lube. Wasn’t anywhere as satisfying as being with a girl, but it got him through it.

SUE, AGAIN:

During the winter break, he happened to wander by a community non-religious winter public contributed hot and cold dish dinner. Despite what anyone might think negatively, you probably get the best food of your life at these kinds of meals religious or not. The ladies take their offerings very seriously. No world championship chess match could equal the tensions in their kitchens as they prepare their specialties for the guys to eat and for the other gals to evaluate. Year-long reputations hang in the balance here.

It just so happened that Sue was there. She noticed him as he wandered by and invited him to sit and talk with her. James felt no concern about it and so said to himself, “Why not!”

Sue——–(In quiet and respectful tones,) It is good to see you, James. It has been a long time since we have talked.

James—–Yes, it has. How are you?

Sue——–Oh, I am fine. I have a job downtown in an insurance office. I am working as the receptionist with the understanding that I will be trained to eventually be an agent. It is moving slowly, but is moving forward. How about you?

James—–Well, I finished my years with the Air Force and am in J.C. here. Things are going well.

Sue——–Yes, I heard. Also heard that Sheila really popped the cork out of the bottle for you. You have quite a ladies’ man reputation around here. Interestingly, no one seems to hold it against you. Not even the girls you have left behind. I guess I missed out on something, huh?

James—– (Blushing) Oh, I’m not that much of a player. But, I have met some nice people along the way.

Sue——–Yeah, so I have heard, (said kindly.) And James, I am so sorry about Sheila. That was a horrid thing to happen to her………….and to you, too.

James—–(With a slightly choked voice,) Thank you, Sue. I still haven’t completely come to grips with it.

Sue——–James, if you have the heart I always thought you had, you never will. The first one is so very precious no matter what else happens between the two of them. It should have been me, James. My fault, My Loss!

James—–Sue, don’t be so hard on yourself. You were a great pal and date for all of those years. I am not bitter about it. I have such pleasant memories of those times. And I laugh at myself when I remember all of the times I wanted you so much, when you held out.

Sue——–Yes, I knew. A girl always does.

James—–Well Sue, even though you held out, you were very kind about it and always made up for it in some way, that I respected your stand on it.

Sue——–I really cared about you, James. Even when I became mesmerized by Bob, it was still you that I loved. I still saw me as being with you the rest of my life. It was all my fault that it didn’t happen. I was so cruel to you at the PROM.

James—–It wasn’t all your fault, Sue. (James said being generous.)

Sue——–Well, James. That is very kind of you to say. But, I know in my heart what really happened.

James—–How are you doing relationship wise now, then?

Sue——–I have dated some. I had abandoned Bob before his death. And really nothing had happened between us, at least nothing ‘permanent’ if you understand what I mean.

James—–Good, Sue, save it for a great guy when you marry. I hope I will be welcome to attend. You are a great gal, Sue.

Sue——–(After shaking off a couple of tears,) Are you sure you don’t want to work towards having a starring role at that wedding? (She said with a twinkle in her eye.)

James—–At one time I wanted nothing else, Sue. But, time and events have sort of passed us by. I have goals that I am pursuing that will take time and keep me busy for many years. I will probably wait for many years before I could honestly give myself to any gal in marriage. And marriage is the only thing that would work for you. I almost feel jealous of the guy who gets you and shares his life with you.

Sue——–Almost jealous?

James—–Yes Sue. There is no way that you would be able to wait that long. Just let me know when, and if I can I will be there to support you.

Sue——–Thank you for that James. Whether you can make it or not, I know your heart will be with me.

James—–Yes, it will. Well Sue, I will be moving on, now. Good to see you.

Sue——–Yes, and thank you for taking some time to talk with me. It really helps.

James—–Yes it does. (As he walks away)

TO THE ‘U’:

The rest of the school year was very busy with classes, skating and work at the store. There were some cool experiences with girls along the way. The young girls were just totally amazed that a guy would go down on them. And they were ‘converted,’ as it were, after they had enjoyed that experience even just once. It made them feel so much more appreciated and not just used, and it helped them to climax, too. Which they so much enjoyed. More than one girl thanked him for introducing them to this. And God help any future boyfriend of theirs who did not accommodate them in this way. Good for them. They deserve fun and completion, too!

In June, he graduated near the top of his class with an Associate’s degree in Math and Science and was immediately accepted into the Meteorology program at the university.

During his small amount of spare time that summer, he hung out at the ‘U’ in order to familiarize himself with the physical layout and to get to know some of the students he would be working with. They thought that this was cool and he was invited to several frat parties. Evidently, his student accomplishments had preceded him, because he was getting a lot of attention and respect before he was even officially enrolled at the ‘U.’ The girls seemed to be aware of his other reputation, also. Must have been from some of the girls that knew him at J.C. and preceded him to the ‘U.’ As to his scholarships, it was probably other sources that had paved the way. There seemed to be no discrimination aimed at him for doing his first two years at J.C. Some of his fellow students invited him to be part of their study groups and several girls indicated more carnal interest for when he officially got there.

He planned to and did work all of the hours he could at the store that summer, including all the holiday time and overtime he could get. He saved most all of the money he earned. With that money, scholarships, his G.I.Bill support and some support from his family, he would not have to work while at the ‘U.’ This was good, since he planned to continue with his ‘full-court press’ on his studies during these last two years. He would be starting immediately with very advanced Math, Meteorology and Physical Science classes. They would demand his utmost attention and effort. Also, he planned to enter Air Force R.O.T.C. at the ‘U’ so that he would qualify to be an officer when he graduated and perhaps qualify to learn to fly. There seemed to be no problem in the way, except for his nose bleeds. And they had pretty much disappeared when he left the very hot climates. Also, in the summers, he wanted to be available to take an intern position at the local weather department to get some first-hand experience with what he was studying. The only hang-ups that he could envision would be how to balance meteorology intern placing and his summer Air Force commitments.

However, the Air Force Commander for R.O.T.C. at the ‘U’ said that that could be accommodated, perhaps by his taking his intern position with the military at the nearby Air Force base. That would work out fine, he thought.

LISA:

One of the girls seemed to be like-minded. She noticed him across the room and moved over to engage him in conversation, that promised by its looks to be a lot more interesting than what they saw happening before them.

Lisa———Hello, my name is Lisa.

James—–I am James, good to meet you.

Lisa——–A young man with manners! Have I died and gone to heaven?

James—–Not by the scene that is playing out before us, I don’t think so.

Lisa——–And, a sense of humor, too. This could be interesting. What is your situation here at the ‘U?’ I don’t recognize you.

James—–I am a transfer from J.C. I will be starting my junior year this fall. I am a Meteorology major.

Lisa——–That’s interesting. We don’t get many of those around here. And don’t expect any back-lash about your coming from J.C. J.C. ‘learner’s permit’ and all. All but some butthead seniors know better. Can I make some recommendations for you?

James—–Sure, I would appreciate that.

Lisa——–Good! A good attitude, too. Do you have any outstanding weaknesses I should know about first?

James—–(He smiled and said,) Yes I like the ladies!

Lisa——–And honesty too. You are the one we heard about. Lady killer, but very popular with the ladies anyway. Well, that will have to cease here. You won’t have time for that and you won’t need to make any enemies here, if you want to excel here.

James—–(He continued to smile,) You mean that I will have to give up sex, here?

Lisa——–(She smirked,) No not that. Almost everyone, especially the gals take their sex very seriously here. You better bring your ‘A’ game. But, indiscriminate sex here is counter-productive. Most of the high achievers choose appropriate partners to live and fuck with. Oh, don’t worry, few of them end up in permanent relationships after graduation. It is just a way to take care of their sex needs, work together and support each other. Sort of like a temporary marriage. It is good to choose someone you might share classes with or at least are in the same general area that you are in. Since you are in one of the hard sciences, you should seek someone else in that department, too.

One thing that is an inside secret is that the departments tend to have their important exams on the same day. And one of the truly important preparations for them is a good morning fuck before testing. Another after having success isn’t bad either, she murmured. It won’t allow you to seek someone for those times. You just won’t have the time for that. So, having a partner handy is very practical.

Science says that it helps to reduce the stress level in anticipating the exams, so that your studying efforts can be drawn upon better. Of course, even though we are going to be scientists, too; it doesn’t make us swallow everything that they present as fact do we? (He smiles and nods.) But, in this case it certainly feeds our desire for and justification of this need being met. By the way, I am an astronomy major. So, I am a prime candidate to pair up with you. We will have a number of subjects in common. I adore sex and will also spend a lot of my time looking up at the sky. (Said suggestively!)

James—–WOW, thank you for all of that. Great advice. And I will certainly consider your recommendations. All of them!

Lisa——–No pre-trials, though. You don’t get this pussy, until you are enrolled and begin classes. I would be happy to show you around for the first couple of days, though, whether we pair up or not. And I can come up with some other candidates if I won’t do. I sure like your ‘bod’ though.

James nodded and then began to take notice of her looks. She realized this, of course, but allowed it anyway. He noticed that she was of medium height, about 5’5”, was height/weight proportionate, plus a little. She had a bounteous breast works, and looked very sturdy. She had medium long dark hair. She smiled a lot and at least talked very straight and intelligently. He doubted that he would find anyone better as his living, study and sex partner. He would reserve judgment, but she looked like an excellent candidate……

James—–I will think things over. But, I am very impressed by you.

Lisa——–Fair enough, James.

With that he got her phone number and she got his. They promised to stay in touch and let each other know if anything would change in their plans.

James left the party soon after. He didn’t plan to spend much time at parties. He was here to learn and advance his plans. He didn’t need to have a M.I.P. party in attendance on his records, either. His record was pristine clear and wanted to keep it that way.

James worked very hard that summer at the store, over 56 hours some weeks. Sometimes it seemed that he only ate and slept. Even his family barely knew he was there. No complaints, though. They each knew very well what his plans were and were totally dedicated to helping him achieve his goals. He got a letter that summer from the Air Force, telling him how much they were excited about him moving into the R.O.T.C. program, after a stellar career (their words, not his and never used by them during any of his promotion interviews, either) as an electronics technician. They stated that they were happy to welcome him back into the Air Force family. (Funny that they never used that term when he was enlisted.) And that they would give due consideration to his desire to be a Mete-orology officer and a pilot. All that meant was that they would look at his qualifications and try to wedge him into some place in the service that would work for them. Fair enough. And it was likely that things would work out anyway.

James still kept an arm’s length from the girls at the store. Several of them during the summer let him know that they were available to him. But, his plans were firm now and as nice as some of them were, they didn’t fit into his plans. There was some disappointment on their parts over this. A nice young man (their words, not his) with a future was pretty high up on their wish list. His reputation as a Lothario did not hurt him at all. They seemed to be of the opinion that he was well broken-in and at least would be fun in the sack. They seemed to want to give this a preliminary try. But, he remained focused with an iron determination. He knew that such fine girls would find their own private ‘dick,’ someday. And the guy better know what he was doing and store up some energy beforehand.

SUE, AGAIN, AGAIN:

On one of his few days off, he happened to be on a non-vital errand for his mom down-town when he encountered Sue again. She invited him to have lunch with her ‘Dutch-treat.’ And he again saw no reason to deny her that. They seemed to be settling into a friendship that could last. Nothing more, of course. But, a friendship is a friendship and not to be sniffed at. As they settled down, she began the conversation:

Sue——–Thank you for joining me.

James—– You are welcome, Sue. Actually I enjoyed our last conversation and am curious where it will lead this time.

Sue——–Probably not to bed, I guess. Darn it!

James—–No, I am sorry. Oh, a sense of humor. That is so cool, Sue. Something new, huh?

Sue——–Oh, I think that it was always there. You just didn’t seem to notice. You were so tense most of the time we were together and shall I say, expectant?

James—–Yes, I think that that describes it exactly.

Sue——–You did miss one chance to get your dream, though.

James—–You mean the night I heard the raps on my window and didn’t answer.

Sue——–Exactly.

James—–Oh dear. You know, Sue, that that is truly good, though. It means you will still be a virgin when you marry, as you have always wanted. At least I have made no contribution to you losing it.

Sue——–No, it is still intact. But, I thought that with your previous desires for me,…. They are previous aren’t they? (James just smiles warmly.) And with your considerable experiences and reputation since, you would look down on that condition of mine.

James—–Not at all, Sue. It is you and your desires for yourself that are important. We each have our own path. Mine came as quite a surprise to me. But, I am accommodated to it now. Your path is yours. And I honor you for following it faithfully. I truly hope to be there to honor you when you get married. And to tell the guy what a lucky stiff he is with great enthusiasm. He will know when you share your wedding night that he is the first. And he will honor you for that. And feel very good about himself.

Sue——–But, aren’t I missing something in the meantime?

James—–(With a little white-lie) No you aren’t. It will still be damn good when you start. And you will have the rest of your life to enjoy it. Be true to yourself, Sue. And you will feel better about yourself and enjoy it even more. (Well, that wasn’t all a lie, after all.)

Sue——–James, thank you so much for the encouragement. It means a lot to me. None of what we have shared will ever leave my heart.

James—–Nor mine, Sue! (This he truly meant.)

Sue——–Well, let’s finish out lunch and I will let you go and finish your errands.

James—–Actually, mom’s errands. (He said with a crooked smile.)

Sue——–Yeah, OK. I always liked your mom.

James—–She is great, no doubt.

They parted feeling the best about each other that they ever had. A little sad, because it wouldn’t lead anywhere, but confident that they would always be friends. She knew if she ever had a son, she would name him James, at least as a middle name, if she couldn’t get away with it as a first.

FIRST YEAR AT THE ‘DUB’:

His mom talked him into going to a beach party with the young people from her church. She backed out at the last minute, his dad wasn’t interested either. So he took his siblings and went to it. They were a very well-mannered bunch of young people. A lot of fun, too. Since he was an eligible bachelor he attracted a lot of attention from the young ladies. He was remembered from his youth when he had been very dedicated to the faith. His beliefs were still strong, but he was walking a different path for now. Several of the girls were virtually stacked up like cordwood around his feet vying for his attentions. One very attractive young lady held back. She freely engaged him in conversation, but refused to make a show of herself. James could tell that she was not to be trifled with. So he held back from pursuing her, out of respect for her evident good heart and Christian demeanor of the best type. He never got her name, but could in another life have imagined a happy one with her.

The rest of the summer played out, with work and sleep and a lot more work and little else. The time was rapidly approaching for him to leave for the ‘U.’ He had saved up a considerable funds for the year, with a promise of work again the next summer if he wanted it. With all that he had planned that didn’t seem possible. But, the offer was there and it was firm. As a parting gift for him leaving for school, his dad paid off the Camaro. He apologized that he wouldn’t be able to do much more, but James assured him that it would help a lot with that payment removed from his budget.

He let Lisa know that he was on the way, and she said that she was already there and would meet up with him as soon as he arrived. He let her know that he had thought it out carefully, and if she was still interested he would be happy to pair up with her for the rest of the years in school. She indicated no small amount of enthusiasm with that prospect, and said that it would be great. By-The-Way, Lisa was a very highly rated student also. And one of the guys at the party told him that she was a tornado in bed. That promised to be a real challenge (for a meteorology major,) he imagined.

James got off to a very good start at the ‘U.’ Between his by now renowned work ethic (spurred by a very challenging High School English teacher) the first two years of excellent preparation at J.C, his prodigious curiosity and interest in virtually everything and his assistance in fitting in by Lisa, things started off and went well. James and Lisa got a dorm room together. No one else was allowed in it. They had no interest in the party scene at the ‘U.’ though they did attend some once in a while. They were both totally dedicated to reaching their goals. Mutually supporting and critical, they each spurred the other to achieve their best.

Contrary to what James expected, it didn’t turn out to be a sexual smorgasbord with Lisa. They did make love rather regularly. It just was mostly friendly sex that kept them calm and satisfied, sort of like if they were really married. It did get real hot though, when they were destressing on mornings before important exams, like.

Lisa——-Are you ready for today?

James—–Are You? I have three midterms today. I am feeling a bit stressed.

Lisa——–Yep, except for the last minute preparations, of which you are a key ingredient.

James—–Well, we did our other preps over the last two days. The study group really helped. I feel that I know the subjects very well. If I can only overcome the stress and focus, I feel very confident.

Lisa——–Let’s see what we can do for each other on that!

[With that she marched across the room, threw him over her shoulder and carried him to the bed. Ordered him to remove his clothes.]

James—–My God, Lisa. I didn’t know you were that strong! (He said as he hurried to remove his clothing.)

Lisa——–I am a farm girl, James. I lifted and carried hay bales that weigh more than you. (As she laughed) Was worth it to see the expression on your face, too. Now get ready for some serious fucking. You asked for destressing and you’re going to get it. (This all said as she was shucking herself.)

[She jumped onto the bed naked next to him. Turned over so that her body was supine, half on him, with one leg stretched out between his two while he was on his back. She proceeded to try to kiss his lips off on his face. He had a hard time trying to keep up. Moans, slobber, tongues, lips, noses all intermingled as he was kissed like never before. He guessed that this was the tornado he had heard about and not experienced yet in their lovemaking up to now.

The wild kissing lasted for several minutes until she turned over onto her back and with her strength alone wrestled him to on top of her. James was having all he could do to try to keep up with her energy. Lisa was on fire and determined to use James to the best effect. He admired her titties as he found them to be slightly pendulant, with large areolas and pronounced nips. They were also wildly sensitive and she loved them played with. She raised herself and invited James to admire and play with them. He first looked at them, and as she became impatient for his touch, he reached up to hold them in his hands and caress them. She hummed in appreciative response and then verbally demanded more. So James began to lick them, tongue them and suckle them with wet kisses, too. She encouraged him with salty words to continue. And showed her appreciation by sexy squirming on his body. He thought that he got a little taste of momma’s milk, but that couldn’t be because she had never been pregnant. Or had she? He sure didn’t care at this moment, because he had these glorious globes all to himself at this moment.

She noticed that his dick was huge and hard as steel. So to help things along for both of them, she lifted herself and lowered her body down his, so that her breast cleavage was over his cock. She didn’t need to lube her tit crack, since they were both so sweaty by this time. Using her free hand, she guided his cock to between her breasts and began to rock up and down his body to cause him to be fucking her tits. By this time, James was on fire too and very close to cumming. She wanted it inside of her at this time, so she again lifted herself up and spread her legs to accommodate his dick into her vagina. She laid on top of him body against body and proceeded to actively fuck him. All this while, they were kissing again, moaning, pledging their love for each other in the most lurid sexy terms and humping each other with every ounce of energy that they had.

She could feel him cumming from the depths of his loins. The pressure was building in him and HER. Her pussy was beginning to spasm, her back did a reverse arch to maximize his penetration. They pounded each other into virtual oblivion. And then as he lowered his head to suckle one boob while fondling the other, out of respect for what they had started here, he climaxed into her with all he had. She blew her load all over him, too. Then they simply collapsed into a hot, sweaty and relaxed heap on the bed, trying to get their breaths back.

Lisa——–Not bad for a city boy. We’ll get you to do better next time.

James—–Next time? I don’t know yet if I will survive this time. I don’t think I can do any better than that.

Lisa——–Oh yes you can. And will! Now let’s get up on our shaky legs, get showered, and go off and ace these exams today.

James—– Yes, ma’am!

And they did.

The school year passed by very quickly. Lisa and James both did very well in their studies. Their sex wasn’t bad either. They settled into a mutually rewarding arrangement of study, sex, sleep and very little recreation. Even the holidays were spent on reviewing lessons and preparing ahead for future classes. This preparatory work helped take the pressure off when several classes required significant class projects, all at the same time. The senior students helped the juniors to know what they could work on ahead of time and what couldn’t be. When it came time for exams, Lisa and James always seemed well prepared and also very mellow at test time. Everyone knew why, though. And thought that it was all very cool.

S.F.O. AND FRED:

When summer came along, Lisa returned to help her farmer family. It was the least that she could do in respect for all the help they were giving her towards her schooling. She also needed to keep up her strength so she could continue manhandling James during some of their more exotic love making sessions.

James went off to do his R.O.T.C. summer responsibilities. He was assigned to help at the weather station at the local airport which was shared between civilian aviation and military aviation. It was very interesting to see what he was studying being put to practical use. The Air Force had also promised him that he could attend a very important seminar in San Francisco on the emerging use of satellite technology in weather forecasting and in the study of worldwide forces at work. This would help him in his immediate studies and also in his planned doctorate thesis, which he was already planning and gathering data for, assuming he would get accepted into the program.

Before they left, both Lisa and James promised to continue their partnership when classes began in the fall. They had already reserved a joint room for themselves, together. And had a few classes together, too. They were few electives, since each of their specialties now required very specific studies to finish their core requirements. But they were similar enough that they still would be of a lot of help to each other. A bye product of this was that Lisa learned a lot about meteorology (which would help her in her studies) by helping James review his lessons and also, James learned a lot about astronomy for the same reason. This couldn’t hurt either of them.

When they reserved their room for their senior year, they asked for the same kind of room they had lived in as juniors. The same one if it was available, though as seniors they could have had an upgrade. But, they both felt that the simpler and sparer the room, the less distraction for their studies. Just give them sturdy beds is all they asked and plenty of hot water.

When it came time for James to leave for San Francisco, the Air Force arranged a hop in a military transport for him. He didn’t know what plane would be used, and he hoped it would not be another flying boxcar like the one that stranded him in Boise, Idaho when he was an airman. It turned out to be a Boeing jetliner, one of the 7__ series of very dependable planes, which produced no drama at all on the trip.

When he got to S.F.O. airport, a taxi met him and took him to a pre-booked hotel. He was so excited about it, he didn’t even note the name of the place. And since the seminar was in the same building, he didn’t have to leave it either. Even his meals were prearranged and delivered to his room, which he shared with a student from S.M.U. who was in the same field of study. It was fun trading school stories (with certain limitations) and meteorology lore.

The seminar lasted three days and had the full attention of the attendees. Experts from NASA and NOAA gave the lectures. And a brochure with all of their pertinent facts was provided to each attendee. The future looked very bright in their area of interest. Profound changes in the accuracy and breath of forecasting were expected. And they would be on the leading edge of these advances. Some of the attendees here would become famous over this. Perhaps even have some newly understood natural effect named after them, immortalizing them in the scientific community like: Henry, Newton and Einstein.

During the break on the second day he decided to avoid the prearranged meals and dine out. He didn’t want to take a cab and perhaps lose his bearings, so he set out to walk to a nearby café. Surprisingly there were few choices in the immediate neighborhood. As he walked a few blocks, low and behold there he saw Frieda. What the hell! She then saw him and recognized him, too. She approached and said:

Frieda—–Well, well officer Benson, what brings you here?

James—–Not an officer yet, just a candidate. But, I am here for the seminar about the future use of satellite technology for Meteorology. What about you?

Frieda—–Oh yes, I heard about this and am not surprised to see you here. I am here to gather some data to finish my doctorate requirements. Sorry, I can’t tell you the subject. It is all so hush-hush.

James—–That’s OK, Frieda. I am looking for a café near here that will serve at least edible food for lunch.

Frieda—–I have a while free, so let me show you one and we can share lunch.

James—–Sounds good.

[After lunch.]

Frieda—–Where are you staying?

James—–At the same hotel where the seminar is being held.

Frieda—–Ah, so convenient. You don’t even have to leave the building and take a chance of absorbing any of the local ambiance then.

James—–Ouch, that stung. No, I came to concentrate on the subjects discussed during the seminar. Maybe I should have planned a wider ranging visit.

Frieda—–It is OK. I am just jerking your chain a little. Being very narrow in our focus at some times can be a good thing. Carry on with your single-minded visit!

James—–I have some time available now, could you show me a few things.

Frieda—–From what I have heard, you could show me a few things, James!

James—–(Blushing) Frieda, you are very smart, what could I show you? Oh! That! I didn’t know that you would be interested in that, at least with me.

Frieda—–James, I am interested in everything! And yes I have been waiting for the proper time to investigate ‘that’ with you.

James—–For once, I don’t know what to say. Do you want to go up to my room?

Frieda—–No, done that. Would like to try something a lot more exotic with you. Something I have never done. Do you like BJ’s?

James—–(After retrieving his tongue, which he had nearly swallowed,) Well, Frieda, I think that I can answer that in the affirmative.

Frieda—–How about BJ’s on the go?

James—–You mean in a moving car, huh?

Frieda—–Yes, I do. Just so happens that I have a six seat sedan with tinted windows. And a lot of gas.

James—–How very opportunistic of you, Frieda! We will need a place to stop and finish up. I don’t know the area, so do you know of such a place? If we do it after dark, we can use the visitor’s parking area of any middle class apartment complex. They usually have a few empty spaces between empty vehicles to obscure the view and no cameras. Usually only the more upscale ones have security cameras. And do you have condoms? I seemed to have overlooked bringing any with me.

Frieda—–So you are saying we should wait till after dark, then? And call me Fred from now on.

James—–Yes after dark is better. That with the tinted windows should pretty much block any outsider’s view. I still prefer James, though, Fred.

Fred—–No problem, except when I am in ‘heat.’ I will call you anything I want then, including bastard if you don’t bring me.

James—–Fair enough.

Fred——-OK, then. I will bring the car around after dark after the afternoon session. I will bring all of the supplies, except for panties. I will not be wearing any of them.

James—–Thank you for that update. Please, wear a skirt or dress, so that the ‘sans panty’ situation produces the maximum effect. And by the way, I want to do you first in the car, then you can do me.

Fred——-OK on the dress. Do you always talk like that, or am I beginning to have a good influence on you? And I like the duo BJ idea. Never have done any of this before. Do you think I could get some extra credit for this?

James—–Talk like what?

Fred——-The ‘sans panty’ situation produces the maximum effect.

James—–Oh that. Could be that my education is progressing with Professoress Fred making substantive contributions. But, it could just be that I am trying to reach up to your level.

Fred——-The only thing I want you to reach up later, is my ass and particularly the main orifice of entry there. So take that Mr. Smarty Pants.

James—–Duly noted. OK, I will go back now and await your call to come out front later. Here is my phone number.

Fred——-‘Come out front’ (Said with a smirk.)

James—–OK, Fred. Save that for later!

Fred——-Yeah, see you then.

FUN IN THE CAR:

Later that evening, after a very interesting and inspiring lecture, James looked forward to an even more interesting and inspiring date with Fred. Fred, of course, didn’t know that except for one O-T-G-BJ with Ramona, he would be new at this too! But, he figured that he knew enough to get them through this.

James—–(The phone rings.) OK, I’ll be right down.

Fred——-Hmmmmmmm. Interesting attire you are wearing. Are Gym pants proper attire for this time in the evening in San Francisco for an outing?

James—–Oh, yes. Especially if the guy wants his dick serviced while driving. Need to be able to pull them up quick, if stopped. And by-the-way, throw a lighter onto the floor under the steering wheel, so that we will have some kind of excuse for you being there if we are stopped.

Fred——-Damn, James. I thought that I had planned for everything. Good call on that. They won’t have to believe it, but they can if they want to. And they will, I can assure you when they run my name. No questions!!! I will explain sometime……….If I want to.

James—–(With narrowed eyes,) Ok, I think. Now you need to get us on the move, best in darkened, straight and low traffic areas. Once our travel route is established, I will need you to lift your dress, so that I can go to work on you. I will lower my pants so that you can play a little with me. I would like it also, if you could open your bodice so that I can play with your breasts, too. When you want to change places, just stop and we will switch. Then when you decide for us to finish, you can direct me to the appropriate spot you have chosen.

The car was quite spacious, with a flat front seat and no console in the middle. Just perfect. She lifted her dress and raised the steering wheel and moved the seat back as far as possible with her still able to guide the vehicle. She also opened the bodice of her dress and let her tits hang out. No one would see much except a shadow because of the tinted windows. James lowered his pants (sans shorts, Fred noticed) and lowered his head, after stretching out on the seat, to put his lips to her pussy. She jumped a little at first contact and then settled down to enjoy the pleasing sensations of his lips on her clit and pussy lips. She soon widened her legs to give him more access, which he readily accepted. Her arms were long and one reached out to his cock, and he was now on his knees to get better and deeper access to her. His tongue was now reaching clear down to her asshole. She thought, “Glad I cleaned that out.” He also reached up to caress her tits, as she steadied him with her arched up leg. She could feel the juices dribbling down her crack. His saliva from the top and her internal juices leaking from her vagina. They spread clear down onto her ass and from there down to her dress bunched up beneath her ass. Have to do something about that before I get out, she thought. His fingers were working over her nipples, fingering them, stroking them, and very gently pinching them. This caused her to jump a little, which also facilitated his entry into her vagina with his tongue. She then had what seemed to be a small climax, followed by a feeling of relief.

She now pulled over to the curb and said, “Your turn.” James reluctantly pulled away, as she patted his back. They both rearranged themselves to facilitate exchanging positions. He settled down with his pants lowered and she laid across the seat with her bodice still open and her dress again raised to expose her pussy to his touch and sight. Inspiring it was too. He settled both of his hands on the wheel and continued to drive at a modest, but appropriate speed straight down the road. She said that this would lead to their parking spot, and she described it. As he eased out onto the road, she lowered her mouth briefly to his exposed shaft. She then pulled back to get a better look. It was already standing, but she intended to improve on that. She first gently touched and caressed it, admired it and complimented him on its size. (He had been told before that it was big for a white boy.) She then lowered her lips to lightly tongue it. Licking all around the head and then down the shaft. Since this was the first time for this, she was surprised at how much fun it was. To have a cock completely at her mercy was wonderful. And the reactions she was causing James made her mind click on plans that she had for him in the future.

She then took him as deep as she could down her throat. She had some experience at this, but not under these conditions and not with a cock this long. It caused her to momentarily choke-up, but that was relieved when she pulled away. After that, she only let him in part way and increased the suction on he pull outs. She had tasted his precum already. It was sort of bland, but what was coming out now was spicier. Just a trickle at this point, but she could feel him tensing in his stomach and loins, so she knew he wasn’t far from shooting his load. Since she wanted it in her vagina instead of her mouth, this time, she asked him to step up the speed to get to the parking lot. Just moments later, they arrived. She had him pull into the side parking area, away from the lights and with the rear of the car facing out, since they would finish on the front seat.

She pulled her dress up her back, so that she was naked from above her tits down to her feet. Then she laid back on the seat crosswise and opened her legs so that James could put himself between her legs. The car was just wide enough in the front seat to accommodate her tallish body by her bending her neck and lifting her head. She reminded herself to insist on a bed from now on, but things were too far along now to change to that this time.

James cock stuck out from him in the night air, straight out from his body. She admired the view and then settled in to receive it in her pussy. She lifted her hips and James took the clue to move to enter her. All of a sudden it occurred to him that he didn’t have a condom on. He was a few years older than he had been with Sheila and Jeannie, and diseases and pregnancy were not obscure risks to him anymore. She noticed his hesitation, guessed its cause and motioned for him to proceed with his entry. He guessed what she meant and read it as there was no reason to worry. He wasn’t worried about disease with her, and she would be smart enough to avoid becoming pregnant. At least he hoped so.

As he hunkered down and placed his cock at the entrance of her vagina, there was just the slightest flinch from her, and then she raised herself to initiate the entry. That was all of the encouragement that he needed. He slowly entered her until he was fully mated to her. He rested for just a minute while her body became adjusted to his new place in her. Her vaginal walls relaxed a bit and then he began to pump himself in and out. She noticed that the part of his cock that was deep caused a sense of fullness to her. But, the part close to the opening caused a lot of sensations. And her clit was starving for attention. After he pumped her for a few minutes, he directed her to close her legs with him still in her. She had never heard of this before, but she noticed that it maneuvered her clit into position to be stimulated by his cock moving past it.

Now the sensations in her vagina and from her clit started compounding each other and complementing each other. She was straining to bring on her climax and his too, then she remembered to take it slower, relax a little and enjoy the ride. She certainly enjoyed the view of James above her, knowing that it was his cock in her. And it felt so good to her.

James himself was fully engaged in the moment. He had beneath him this gloriously beautiful woman who had his cock in her and was enjoying it. She was bucking gently with his movements and her breasts were swaying with the momentum of their combined energies. Both of their bodies were lit up with the grand electricity of sex and lust. Her nostrils were flaring. Her face was turning reddish. His eyes were unfocusing. They were both sweating. Wonderful smells were permeating their private love-nest. Her vagina was sopping wet with their combined juices. Their bodies were arching together. And then the dam broke. He started to cum, and her body arched up to accept his gift, which caused her body to soar into its own climax. They finished together and then he slumped down on her and just laid there to catch his breath.

She came out of it first and began to kiss his face, his nose, his ears, everything she could reach with her lips. Her arms encircled his relaxed body and held him tight. Her legs reached around his and her ankles locked together to hold him in. It was as if she wanted every last drop of his cum deep in her vagina, so that it would…………….

When he came to himself and realized what had just happened, he looked down at her earnest face and smiled at her. She was so relieved to see this reaction. It confirmed what she had always believed about him. It validated the waiting so long for this moment. And it opened the way for her view of their future. But, there would still be time necessary for things to progress to its fruition. She would have to be patient. He had much to accomplish first. It looked very likely that he would, too. He was focused and had his considerable energies aimed at the proper targets for the purposes for him. She would have to wait, but it would be worth it.

As they gathered their clothes and put them on and arranged them to some semblance of order, they looked sheepishly at each other…….. and smiled a lot. They both knew that they were heading their separate ways, but a very strong connection had just been generated. And when it combined with the deep respect that they had always had for each other, each knew that something was destined for them. Only she knew what, though.

She returned him to the hotel, gave him a firm and loving kiss and then disappeared into the night. He didn’t hear from her again for some time. But thought of her often. But, it was time to return to his work. He was spurred on even more now. To earn and keep her respect and perhaps have her love, too. He didn’t know that he already had both. But, the presumed uncertainty in her heart was a powerful force driving him onwards.

The seminar finished the next day and he left San Fran without seeing Fred again. He had a lot to think about on the flight back home. Excerpts from the seminar kept coming back to his mind and they were exciting, too. But, they were all mixed up with memories of the night with Fred and some very puzzling things she had said. Oh well, no use to worry about it, she would explain if she felt that he needed to know. (Little did he know!!!) And he couldn’t do anything about it, anyway. He had more than enough on his plate for now.

BACK TO SCHOOL:

He returned to the base and picked up his duties, to the relief of the two guys who had covered for him. Summer season was a very busy time at the airport for both of the military and civilian planes. The military pilots were building up a back log of flying hours against the bad flying weather that would come later in the year and the civilian pilots were taking care of the summer vacation rush. He had plenty to do and it was all very useful for his studies. Practical usage of lessons learned.

He was released back to school a week before classes began. And he needed all of the time to get ready. Lisa got back a day later than him and was very relieved to find out that they got the same room back. Spartan, easy to care for and no distraction towards their studying or other necessary activities. Different students in the other rooms, because last year’s crop had moved up to better quarters as their senior station entitled them to do.

Lisa shared the sad news that her brother was injured in a tractor accident. Fortunately, it wasn’t fatal, but it was serious. He would be out of commission for several months of recovery and then physical rehabilitation. It would be painful and trying, but he was expected to make a full recovery. Probably a great comfort to his wife and four kids. Her parents were going to carry him for the healing time, and they put mild pressure on Lisa to delay two quarters before returning to school. But, she put her foot down and threatened to leave for good, if they insisted on it. Her parents were shocked at her reaction, since she had always been the calm and reasonable one. And it was going to cost all of the current year’s Net Profit, to cover her brother’s injury claim and also to have to hire a replacement for him since Lisa insisted on returning to school.

It was good that her parents ran a very fine farm operation and had made significant money five of the previous seven years and especially had done well the last year. They would have to tighten their belts, but they would survive.

They guessed that it was more than her studies that were drawing her back. They had heard a lot about James. But, though she really liked James and they mutually leaned on each other through the learning process, she really did love the ‘boy next door.’ And appropriately he was the one that would be taking her brother’s place while she was at school. She promised to fly back and help on the holidays that were at least three days long. She knew that things would be alright, since she (and James) had studied ahead for this year. There would be no missteps allowed by either of them.

They quickly returned to their previous year’s routine, with studying, reviewing, rehearsing of the exams with likely questions and of course, serious fucking before each test. They were a model of composure at the examinations. A few knew why, but they kept it to themselves, because it was upper class privileged information and besides many of them were doing the same things.

The year went along without a hitch. When Thanksgiving and Christmas vacations came along, she flew back to help. Got to ‘know’ the boy better, too. Her parents really liked him. He was a hard worker, level-headed and obviously very taken with Lisa. She had to admit that she enjoyed the vacations. But, her parents let her know that her brother was doing very well and would be back working in time for her to skip coming back till the end of school. ‘The boy’ was chagrined over that, but was elated to know that Lisa’s family thought so highly of him, that they were going to keep him on. They could then take on more acreage with the additional excellent help.

During the vacations, James couldn’t get home, because he had R.O.T.C. commitments to keep. He did sneak down a couple of times when he finished classes unexpectantly.

VACATION:

The year moved on with the expected great results for James and Lisa. When spring break came, they shared a houseboat on Lake Roosevelt behind Grand Coulee Dam with four other couples. They shared the expenses and bought the food in common. A roster was made up for clean-up and cooking duties, the most experienced boatman among them was assigned as pilot, and the most serious student (James) was assigned as safety officer. They were going to have a great time and no dangerous foolishness was going to be allowed. He would also have the say when someone had drank ‘enough,’ which by agreement was to be enforced by all, if necessary.

This trip could be great fun, or a complete disaster. It depended on the synergy between the students, since there was virtually no privacy aboard. To facilitate intimate matters, a tent was set up on the beach. It had only symbolic privacy since everyone knew what was going on there. But it was enough to cover whatever modesty they still had. And everyone ignored the occasional evidence of errant feet and arms which was evident on the tent’s surface. Yeah, sure!

Lisa had brought her telescope and so was able to do some work for class. She also wowed us with crystal clear views of the moon, Saturn and Venus. One of the highlights of the trip. After a couple of nights, everyone got very friendly and the large group broke up into a couple of study groups. What they were studying was each other. In minute detail. This was all exciting fun for them. Since in only a couple of more months, all of them would be graduating and going on to careers, and for some long-delayed marriages. Wouldn’t be the same fun to be had then. Graduating students were noted for returning to close to the morals they had before they entered college. A serious snap back to conservatism, fueled by their new responsible stature, among other things. So for most of them this was their last chance to share in an orgy, if they wanted to. And they did!

Lisa and James paired up with another couple, Ken and Barbara (Barbie for short, and she was.) They were an attractive couple and seemed game to play with. This was on the night before they left to go back to the home dock.

The four of them claimed the upper deck on a clear and still warm evening. They brought blankets for the later and mattresses for the now. They arranged the mattresses side by side and brought up their pillow, too. By mutual agreement, they forgoed the usual foreplay with kissing and hugging and moved on to more succulent endeavors. There would be plenty of affection when things got going. The girls wanted to take the lead at first, so ordered the guys to lay on their backs side by side. Everyone was already nude, and the girls didn’t mind the guy’s determined visual inspection of all the gifts that nature had passed on to them.

The guys had wanted to go down on them first, but since the girls were taking the lead for now, they requested the gals to face-sit them. The gals liked the idea and moved their bodies in position, with their head faced to above the guy’s heads and their pussies gently riding the guy’s faces. As the guys added lips, tongue and gentle talk to their efforts, the gals began a shallow and gentle riding of their faces. From the sounds coming from their throats, the guys must have been doing well. While the guys were ministering to them, the gals were kissing and playing with each other’s tits. The guys, of course, completely ignored each other. Things were heating up and the gals were leaking copious amounts of sweet pussy juice. Suddenly, the gals rose up and changed places, each with the other guy and the sensuous efforts continued. Just as the girls were about to climax, the guys felt another girl mount each one of them and stuff their erect cocks into their pussies. This was a total surprise. But, these gals had evidently finished downstairs and come up to see what was going on. They were so impressed by the sight of the two couples that they decided to join in. Just after they mounted on the guys, the face-sitting gals made a 180 degree turn so that their faces were facing the guy’s feet and the cock riding gal’s faces. As each pair of girls worked over the two recumbent guy’s faces and cocks, with the pair of girls facing each other’s tits and kissing, the two partners left below decided to come up and also see what was going on.

They decided that they also wanted to get in on the fun, but didn’t want to disturb the two recumbent guys who had not gotten off yet. The two newcomers studied the situation to see how they would, AHEM, join in. They didn’t want blow jobs now so they settled in on having the fucking girls lean forward and entering them from behind up the ass. This was not as challenging as one might think, because they had shared anal downstairs with the gals, and they were still somewhat expanded in the rectal zone.

The guys in the back (literally) were fresh since they had gotten a little breather before coming upstairs, so they used their energies to produce most of the movement of all eight of them. Things immediately jumped up in intensity and one after another, very close together they all popped. Even the guys in the (ahem!!!) rear.

They were so pleased with themselves, that they all just cuddled together on the two mattresses, pulled the blankets over them and slept together all night. In the early morning, the single couple who had gone off by themselves came up on the deck to see where the others were after a cursory search below. When they saw the scene before them, they chortled quietly, briefly thought of giving the eight of them some kind of thrill, but decided mercifully to leave well enough alone.

In the morning all of them threw off their remaining clothes and jumped into the chilly water to have a combination cleansing and water party. Before the party could advance to another ‘play time,’ however common sense and cold privates caused them to return to the boat, warm-up and get dressed.

With the return to school, it was a return to the last dash of classes and exams to finish the year and their respective degrees. They didn’t even have time for a finals fuck for each exam, each time. Sometimes but not all. They finished the year in great style and proceeded to move along with their lives. Lisa was going to return to the farm for the summer and start work for her masters. Her ‘boy’ promised that he would be patient until she finished her degrees. Probably, up through her PHD in Astronomy. She let James know that she would be taking care of ‘the boy’ in the meantime. James shared with her that that would probably help his patience immeasurably.

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