At first all he wanted was to kiss and to put his hands on my boobs. I didn't mind either of those things, although at first I did feel a little uncom...ortable. Only when he put his hand on my leg did I stop him."Come on Jenny," he said putting his hand under my short skirt again."No please stop it," I said pushing his hand off for the third time."You didn't stop those guys the other night," he said, "I've seen the pictures."Well it was like being hit hard in the stomach for my breath was. I do that sometimes.”“Should I stop?” She asked still looking into my eyes.I looked around. No one was looking at all. My back was to the stage. Lynn’s breasts were splitting my shoulder and no one behind her could see. My leg was under the bar so the bartenders could not see. My brain raced, no one had ever been this forward with me. What should I do?“Lynn, what are you trying to accomplish?”“I like you.” She spoke in a very matter-of-fact fashion. “And I want to show that to you. I want you. I just wanted to hang at the bar and drink. I found an empty bar stool and ordered my first drink of the night. I was positioned so I could see the dance floor and most of the club.By 10:00 pm the club was packed with people. There was a band playing, and the dance floor was very crowded. It was extremely noisy, and everyone seemed to be enjoying the end of the year celebration. The group that I met outside had a large table a few yards to the left of me. Each time one of them went to the. If you lived through it, it was a great teacher. The veterans learned lessons never forgot.Surprise, surprise, surprise Sgt. Carter ... although, in this case it was Sgt. Murphy ... Sharpe Field was extremely close to restored. Crews of laborers had swept through the barracks site with chainsaws, pruners, rakes and trash bags. The place was taking on the groomed look of a southern prewar military base ... except ... there seemed to be a lot of deep dark tans. The runways had been restored to.