Maybe, part of me hopes that she is out there somewhere and reads this story, which is why perhaps I do not want to change her name. Maybe, part of me...hopes that she contacts me, again. Yet, even if I did change her name, she would recognize herself in the story by the location and the other detail elements that I mention. Moreover, I know she is out there living in Rhode Island somewhere still, married or divorced. I do not know. Susan left such an impression on me for so long that if she was. ***We stumbled out of the lift and walked quickly to my room. I fumbled for my key card and slid it in, pushing the door and guiding Ali inside by putting my hands on her bum. She giggled as she staggered slightly into Room 324.It was a large room with ceiling to floor window looking over the city. The room lights were on low and the moon was full, throwing a cool light across the king-size bed close to the window.As Ali turned to face me, I put my fingers to my lips and gently led her by her. Marlene had been in Indochina for 10 years now, taking over the shop from her mother who had gone back to France. Louise had only arrived a little over a year ago. Marlene was 30 and Louise 25. Both were brunettes and rather plain looking, not ugly by any means, but just plain. On the other hand, they had nice figures and neither had trouble finding a female partner for the night. There were quite a few French women in Saigon. Most had come for the money, some for the girls who were plentiful. Still, guys liked her. She’d do anything and everything. And then there was the problem of the new girls. More and more of the new, young, cute nurses were visiting the closet at work and the back rooms at the parties. Carol was being approached less and less. At her last party, she reluctantly joined several women and men on the floor in one of the back rooms. The group was involved in a small orgy. Bodies were intertwined, there were blow jobs being given, men were eating pussy, someone would.