Perhaps I was a bad girl. Something deep inside me craved a bit of danger – I was too young to settle. I was heading towards a mortgage, a husband a...d kids couldn’t be too far away. Perhaps I needed to be bad one last time? That was close to the truth.Joe was a ‘bad’ lad - that was the truth. I kidded myself that I could be the one to save him. If I just showed him some kindness - if I gave him the incentive to behave, perhaps I could be the one to turn his life around; the one who showed him. M baad wo kisi goan me jane laga waha sirf khet or mango ke farm they road pe thode thode duri pe ghar fir jatin ek kachi sadak ki or jane laga or wahi ek juna sa goan me hota he na esa makan tha aaspass koi makan nhi tha jatin ne bike ghar ke pichey le gaya me bhi apni bike ek jagah rakh ke ghar ke pass dekhne lagaFir me dhime dhime ghar ke pass gaya muje dono ki aawaze sunai de rahi thi khidki me darare padi thi me khid ki me se dekhne laga raju or rima dono baate kr rahe they jatin ne. Little Joe and I both aced it with 40 of 40 hits. We were promoted to Private First Class.Then we shipped out for Vietnam.At first, Vietnam didn’t seem that different from Georgia except the people outside looked different. On base, it looked just the same. We went through another two weeks of RVN training when we got there which was mostly jumping out of trucks and firing our rifles from ridiculous positions.Then it all changed. Our platoon was a mess. We started out well-organized, or as. All the others I left sending email to an address that would not be opened.I managed to look at a few barges on line. I found the best bet was to go to a river tug boat base and ask them. There was one of course back on the mainland, so I made plans to spend Tuesday talking barges.I went to bed after getting quite aroused looking at Osborn sitting topless in the bed. She was naked, but the sheets covered her pubic area. But since she was sitting her breast were exposed and her nipples were hard.