We were seated next to the window, and watched the sun go down as we ate.I tried ouzo for the first time, which is a Greek wine. It's really good, but...really strong. I went to sleep almost as soon as we got back to the hotel.I spent the next day on the beach again and met Alex at a restaurant right on the beach. My parents had decided to go out for a romantic dinner themselves, and Clay was who knows where.We were seated at a very private booth."So, Alex asked, where are you from?" California.". Contrary to the bar girls and street whores you ran across in the cities, there were no moaning and crying like you were splitting them in half with your ‘American’ dick. I learned, like a lot of GI’s this was all for show. Hell, you probably needed a 2x4 strapped to your ass to keep from falling in some of those pussies. However, this was way out in the bush and Sunny’s new status made her the envy of the village girls.Out on one of our patrols I had a chance to contemplate what my situation. It comes off as either teasing or just being bold. At first, I didn't think it was teasing as I never saw a maids working as a beautiful woman only working a harsh lifestyle. After a while of seeing her daily and interacting with her and talking to her, I began to develop feelings towards her. (She wasn't the first maid that I have developed feelings towards but thats for another story. I began to ask her about her life in Indonesia, and how she feels about Kuwait. She said "Kuwaiti family not. .. oh sorry... I mean are you coming Alison?" Yes 'Master... '... Mr. McKenna," said Alison Jones as she tried to remove her hand from her husband's strong grip.Kenneth looked at his wife as he continued to hold onto her hand. "Isn't there something you have to ask McKenna, Alison?"Alison Jones thought for just a second before she realised that her husband was talking about tomorrow night's invitation to the barbecue and pool party. "Philip," Alison took the risk, seeing as she was in her.