Have you all the breathing tubes ready?”The men nodded. They had practised staying submerged in the water and breathing through a bent copper tube. ...erhaps that was too much, seeing that the water was choppy and the sky cloudy, not permitting moon light or even the glimmer of stars to give them away. Yet, Thomas was determined to leave nothing to chance.They all tumbled down into the jolly boat that had been left tied to their starboard side. The oar shafts had been wrapped in rags to avoid. Some back ground stuff to get started, no worry there is a lot of pent up sexual energy getting released after the beginning. Her name was Betty Jo but was known as just BJ, she was married but a very good one, oh he treated her ok but their love life lacked any passion. We met at a Battalion training coordination meeting for a up coming training exercise, she was a switching systems supervisor for a small Detachment of A Company and I was Telephone Systems Installer and Lineman (we were. She wore this really short mini-dress that showed off her lovely long legs. Her hair was shining like watered silk. I can remember thinking that my luck had most definitely turned. I even sprang for a taxi to keep her dry.It couldn't last, of course. We had a pleasant enough time, at first. I took her to a Blues Club I used to frequent called The Vat. We danced a bit and chatted a bit and I dripped a lot. Things were going swimmingly until I attempted a seductive smooch to a slow number near. “If you come, please don’t bring any of that. When. When you come.”“OK,” she fidgeted with the cocktail napkin, tearing off small pieces. “More people are coming, yeah? It’s not just us? Who else is coming?”I went down the guest list, which was still pretty small. She seemed to relax a bit and made some suggestions for additions and omissions. She was good at this. After that she opened up. And resembled the Stephanie I thought I knew.For a change, we talked mostly about her. She had her guard.