I gave her a tight hug and real kiss. I told her she was in good hands and that I would be back at five.I had nine hours to set the stage for Victor b...y to have the very worst day of his life.Just west of highway 168, and straddling the VA–North Carolina border, was the former Northwest Naval Security Group Activity. A victim of our current CinC’s program to reduce our military to a level not seen since prior to WWII, the SecGru station was closed and padlocked over five years ago. Adjacent to. His breath smelled of garlic and worse."Now for some fun," that one says. He is Marlon, the older brother. Theother is Dwayne. Marlon yanks off my jacket and tosses it on the couch.His greasy fingers pull at the buttons on my flannel blouse. Buttons pop asit rips open. I started this journey as a male. I wear nothing beneath theblouse. Marlon laughs. His hands roughly knead my breasts like a womanmaking bread."Please do not do this," I say. They do not deserve this last chance. Ioffer it out of. She jumped, but didn't pull away...yes!We got hot and heavy on the floor and her friends eventually scattered back to their tables. When she turned to me I planted a tonguey kiss on her and she returned it. She then looked into my eyes and pulled me off the floor to her table. Her girlfriends and their boyfriends were leaving (was it me?) but there was another guy there, beefy and somewhat Italian looking, and she draped herself on his shoulder. Uh, what the fuck?She motioned for me to sit. I was in negotiations with the owner at the time. I still had to perform due diligence by having the ship surveyed by a professional and that would require having it dry-docked.I heard a car horn blare out in front. I wondered who the hell was making that racket at eight o'clock on a Saturday morning. It was uncle Eugene. He was grinning from ear to ear. This did not bode well. He motioned me to take the passenger seat. "You're smiling, Eugene. That usually means somebody's in deep shit."He.