I thought half the guys were going to shit the first time they got yelled at.Of course there was one moron who thought it was funny.That started my th...gh pinching.Sgt Springer had his nose right on this fool’s nose, “JUST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT, PRIVATE BOZO?”Yeah, the fool had red curly hair.The idiot really copped an arrogant attitude. “This whole yelling bit. You can’t intimidate me. My dad’s a lawyer.”“DROP AND GIVE ME 20, PRIVATE BOZO.”The dumb bastard just stood there with one. . and the ones I know are willin' to treat me nice to be able to get that all-over tan they want. 'Course, I gotta admit that I didn't know that a shantyboat worked as a poon trap when I got the idea to build one. Really, I was startin' to think that maybe this whole thing wasn't such a good idea cause of all the attention I was getting' when I had my mind changed for me.Wha' changed my mind? Well, to be honest 'bout it, 'twas a li'l ol' gal that came waltzin' up to me wearin' not much mor'n a. No. See that hot chick over there?” He asked, pointing to an admittedly very attractive woman hanging shirts high up using a pole outside the stall - high up where they couldn’t easily be stolen.“She’s my wife and she gives better head than anyone. I don’t need no housewife head when I got THAT,” he grinned. “Hey Gina! C’mere,” he hollered at his wife. “Wait till you see the lips on my bitch,” he loudly boasted. “For $50 she’ll rock YOUR world in the bathroom if you’re interested?” He said to. And even then, I wasn’t sure they’d sell them to me. I figured kids could buy them, but I never had, so I didn’t know for sure. A million things crossed my mind.I must have had a cloudy look on my face. Birgit stood in front of me, took my hands, and without a word gently kissed me on the lips. Just a short but exhilarating kiss and then she sat on the edge of the bed. I started to say something, but she put her finger to my lips and quietly and somewhat shyly spoke.“I’ve never done much.