You aren't supposed to be here, are you?"Damn! Busted and I hadn't even finished my vodka."What makes you say that?" Well, I haven't seen you actually...talk to anyone since you got here." Maybe I'm not the talkative type?" You look like you might be a football player but you haven't gone to hang with them, so that's out. And you haven't jumped in and started matching wits with these quasi-intellectuals here, so I'm guessing you aren't a frat-boy." Okay sheriff, you've got me. Take me away. I. I knew my height; Father marked my bedroom door post at random intervals. I knew my shoe size was large for my age, that I would grow as tall, possibly taller, than my father. I knew my hands were small, too small to span an octave on Mother's piano. My uncircumcised penis was one hundred and eighteen millimeters in length when erect. I also knew the circumference of my head at birth, thirty four centimeters.I didn't understand the significance of this, except Father once called me, I believe. I then tossed her clothes in the trunk and handed her some sandals. I then told her to start walking down a path I pointed out to her. I also informed her she would know what to do once she reached her destination. What Paula didn’t know was that Fort Knox was a military basic training base and she was about to meet a group of men that had not seen a woman in over six weeks. This was to be their first break in their training. They were promised free beer and a woman that would take care of all. I saw the new shop from across the avenue, just down the street corner.It was a gay-focused S&M shop, I thought.My pulse started pounding. I felt like I was staring down a landslidethat was going to overtake me regardless of if I ran or stood still. Ireared my shoulders back and head up and breathed deeply, stopping mywalk to pretend to check my phone, hunched over now steadying myself. Isaid out loud in a my male voice, but higher: "Fuck it I'm going in."I pushed the glass door in, you know.