In Jan of 1978, I got a great set of orders to BuPers in Washington, D. C. Just a few weeks after I received my orders, I went to a Change of Command ...eremony at the Naval Aviation Museum. Looking at the rows of chairs in perfect alignment in front of the podium, I got a real shock. In the third row was LT Fuckhead. The bastard was with a mousy little woman who looked about eight months pregnant. Well, I already knew he wasn’t shooting blanks since he had knocked MaryAnn up. Seeing him caused. Of course once he saw the pic, he was down.I sent her another msg.Me: "Hey sexy, I think I can help you with that fantasy. What's your availability like?"Her: "I'm horny now, do you have a big dick because I need to feel it"Me to buddy: "Yo she wants it now, can you host?"Buddy: to me: "Hell yeah just let me know what time. I'm going to call out of work"Me to her: "I have no problem running all nine inches in ya belly. Are you near xxx location? Can you travel or you need a ride?"Her: "I can be. Thank god for the internet. And beer. Ten pints and Im happy. I just forgot about Tom, and sorting Melissa out. The trouble is Tom thought I was serious. He knew I was out of town. He contacted the guys. Melissa left little Matilda with her mom, and went shopping with her friend Louise. They had dinner, they went to a movie, they had some drinks afterwards and Melissa got home around 10.30 pm.. She was surprised to find the front door was unlocked, Hello? she called, Henry? Are you home? She. Those fat cats could leave their Malay servants ... they were 'pure.' The slope heads wouldn't bother them."The problem we had defending against the yellow bastards was exacerbated by the bastards tactics. If we stopped them ... and never doubt it ... stop them we did. Every-time we did, they'd land troops behind us and we'd have to defend our rear. Lots of times we were playing leapfrog ... they'd make an end run on us and then we'd do the same to them. The British were too damn busy in.