I was really enjoying the salty afternoon air and watching theweird assortment of almost naked women and men begin their lustfulpromenade. You have to...be on a South Florida beach at sunset to feel theimperceptible low unconscious beat of the music. The swaying coconutpalm trees extended a hypnotic vision of a tropical paradise. I had picked a comfortable pair of beach sandals to do my trek.I had very little luck in most of the tattoo parlors so far. They allwanted to put their mark on my. "YOU WANT ME, SOLDIER GIRL?" the Cholon prostitute answered.She looked the American servicewoman over, approvingly - Sonya's regulation 'Summer' uniform accentuated her 'Fashion Model' figure."YES!" confessed Sonya. She knew that many of Saigon's prostitutes were serving Viet Cong. The prostitute hesitated. Ngoc Dinh Le had pleasured many a 'Women's Army Corps' servicewoman since her arrival in Cholon's notorious 'Red Light' District. She was a Captain in the Viet Cong and always took a. Follow me...' He stood and started to walk off and I called out '...I don't mean nothing...' He turned and looked at me saying '...if you ain't gonna suck my dick why did you say that. Come on we're going to the empty house over there and get busy...' I followed behind him as fast as I could, we slipped through the fence and into the empty house. As soon as we were inside he turned and fished out his penis. As he stroked it I could see that he was about eight inches long and thick. Maybe three. So much so, that I proposed to her in November. Yeah. Love. Marriage. Not the sorts of words you expect to read in this sort of story are they? But, there they are anyway. For ten years I’d never imagined that I’d ever be married again, never thought that anyone could fill the gaping chasm carved in my heart when Katie – my beautiful wife and mother to Kiera – was taken from me. But, somehow, Jadie has filled that chasm. She’s more than filled it, to be honest. She’s… healed it. But still….