He was a little guy, maybe 5 foot 2, about 100 pounds. He got drunk on liberty and had a bumble bee tattooed on his little head. He wanted to sting al... the ladies. I lost my taste for war that day. The end of March and early April found us off the coast again. There were no missions this time. On the 5th of April the ship’s chaplain dropped by the shop, asked if he could come in then shut and locked the door. He asked how I was and after I said I was OK, he said ‘It’s your father, he has had a. You aren't the only one who drank a lot of punch last night." He rolled out of bed and stood up. He cocked his head at me and grinned, "Ya'all don't go 'way now, ya hear?" He walked off towards the bathroom.It was the first time I'd seen him even without a shirt except when he'd shown us his scar. Lord, he was gorgeous! He wasn't bulgy-muscled -- his back rippled with muscle, his legs flexed as he moved and his tight ass twitched with every step he took. Let me get my hands on it!Jaysus, my. She said it would be lovely especially as her husband was away on business. When I arrived I was just come in via the back door which would be open since the weather was so nice at the time. This was our usual arrangement whenever we went to visit.After I concluded my business I drove to her house and since it was somewhat awkward to park in their drive I left the car in the road as close as I could. The nearest space was a few houses away since there were lots of cars with Mums doing the. We got inside and she told her daughter to make bed ready for me and asked if I need any food or milk for which I denied. She told me that her daughter can adjust with her and will leave her room for me. It was a nice bed and soon I got a sound sleep.I woke up when it was still dark on hearing some sounds. When I got adjusted to new place, slowly I came out of my bed towards the gallery where I heard the milkman telling this lady to clear his account or he will stop giving milk. Here again I.