“I really like Tom’s mother,” Terry said. Meeting her had been worth the whole trip. She had never had a mother figure who accepted her for what...she was. It was rather amazing to her that someone understood.“She’s a doll,” Amanda said wishing her mother was more like Tom’s mother.“Why don’t you move in with us?” Terry asked. She figured that Tom’s mother would accept Amanda living with them.“I couldn’t do that,” Amanda said shocked by the idea.“Why not?” Terry asked.Looking at her lover as if. ”“Yes. When you went away to the Army and I got married, I guess we kind of let things drift apart a little bit.”“Would you call yourself judgmental?” he asked.She laughed. “Anybody who is judgmental doesn’t think they are,” she said. “They just think they have better morals than everybody else. What’s going on, Bobby?”So he told her the story of getting the Any Soldier mail, and about Miss Miller, who he soon began calling Julia, and how she had come to try to find him at Walter Reed. He. She held my arm. If possible I would have liked to have strutted down Ginza Street with her holding my arm like we were a couple. Me and a lady in her 60's or 70's in a kimono, together. It was a proud moment At one intersection while we were waiting for the light to change I snuggled with her and pressed my cheek against hers. We kissed.We embraced as we kissed. I had never touched a woman in a kimono before and here I was with a woman in her 60's or 70's. I wrapped my hands around her bottom. “Hey John,” was the most I could muster in a crackly nervous voice.“When I gave you permission to camp out up here, I imagined you’d have some clothes on while you did,” he stated. “Why don’t you turn around and let’s have a chat.”Slowly, nervously, I spun around. still trying to cover my erection.“I forgot my swimming trunks, and after getting up here really wanted to cool off in the pond. I thought no one was around so …” I began.“You stripped down and jumped in,” he finished for me.“Please,.