Binky, as everybody called her, had the group over to the house every now and then for language lessons and Vietnamese food, so they'd be exposed to i..., but drew the line at going back to Vietnam herself.Even though Nguyen Binh Ky had only been seventeen when she stepped aboard that leaking fishing boat in 1978, she was thoroughly prepared to leave Vietnam behind her forever. In only a brief time, she had become thoroughly Americanized; she spoke English with only a trace of an accent -- not. Do you have... You know... Condoms?” she said while regaining her breath from her climax.“Yeah... I finally managed to get them my size (XL), why?” I said, with my finger playing around her labia.“Well... Do you want to... You know...?”I loved it when she put on a shy face. And when she said something like that with it, it was enough to blow my mind.I gave her a deep kiss before offering a grin and a wink.“Say no more... Let's get the rest of our clothes off, shall we?”. And by the rest of the. I’m running on a long straightaway when I see a mirage in the distance. My eyes have sweat in them and I use my hand to brush the sweat away. The mirage is still there. My eyes seem to believe what they see, but my brain does not compute. I go from a steady run, to a brisk jog, to a slow walk. “What the fuck,” I say aloud to myself. On the ground is a freshly fallen tree from a storm. I see them, a couple, a man and woman. The woman is bent over the tree, the male behind her steadily thrusting. It was still over 100 degrees in this barracks at 0100 in the morning. I put on my flip flop sandals, grabbed a towel, and headed to the shower trailer to cool off. When I arrived at the shower trailer, it was just like I figured it would be at this time of the morning...empty. I put my towel down on the bench, took off my shorts an t-shirt, and stepped into a shower stall.I turned the water on, as cold as it would go, but it was still quite warm. I leaned my head under the spray, closing my.