No chickens or ducks, nothing seemed to be moving about, not even a dog. Doors hung open and there were some signs that a group of men had been there ...n the trampled dirt. I hitched my mare and walked around the place. I hallooed a couple of times and just got echoes.Then I heard a creak and spun about with my knife in my hand. A cellar door I had not even seen under weeds and a morning glory vines slowly opened and a blonde head appeared."Who are you?" the girl asked."You Judy or Jean?" I. “I don’t think so,” she answered and leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.I was just a bit startled, but quickly recovered and pulled her into my arms for a much more passionate kiss. She didn’t resist.When the elevator opened we stepped on and hit the button for the ground floor. As the elevator began to move we fell silent. I don’t know what my mom was thinking, but I was wondering how far we were going to go sexually. Up to this point we had only done petting kind of things ... at least. I could have just fingered the bitch for the next ten minutes and been happy, but she was regaining her senses and starting to struggle. Clearly she was going to fight me the whole time. I decided that now would be a good time to penetrate her, while she was still dazed. Grabbing her by the ankles, I pulled her to the edge of the couch so that her hips were on the armrest and her legs hung off the end. Although I had removed her panties, she was still wearing her skirt, which had ridden up to. The so-called “turning point” of the Vietnam conflict was really a product of anti-war media efforts to undermine both the South Vietnamese government and the SEATO coalition forces that included other countries such as: South Korea, Australia, New Zealand, and several other token units.The media propaganda was highly successful with concerted efforts in the American press and most of the Western world. The hostile press made mincemeat of the field reports and “body counts” were considered.