SFC Smeltzer was a demo man who spent three years in Vietnam at some remote A-Camp. Undoubtedly that assignment was a mind altering event, because Sme...tzer was absolutely, certifiably crazy, which is how he earned his nickname. I liked the hell out of Squirrel, but at the same time, he scared the shit out of me. Squirrel did not even go to the latrine without a pistol and knife, and he played around with explosives as if they were Play-Doh. Squirrel was a bachelor and lived in a mobile home out. So many decisions.And now she was here. She took a breath, walked ten paces away from the hotel room door and then ten paces back. She went into her bag again, dug out her compact mirror and examined her makeup, while knowing there was nothing wrong with it. Procrastination. The thief of time?Her phone read 18:04. Fuck. Fuck. Four minutes over. She bit her lip hard. Then, summoning all her courage, she fisted her small hand and knocked on the door. Nobody answered. Her heart beat a little. Hey, I don't seem to mind the idea of making love with a girl with this body. Of course that may change when I encounter a real girl like your girlfriend. Is she good looking???" He felt pleasant twinges at the tips of his new breasts thinking about it. "God, I have to get out of this body before I go crazy." He walked over to the couch and sat down, taking off the high heels Jane had been wearing. "Good lord!" He exclaimed to Jane. "I just realized I walked around the stage and over to this. Putting my prescription sunglasses on I took a much clearer look and saw she was quite young, maybe 2-3 years younger than I initially thought. She had a few pimples on her cheeks and only a tiny bit of lipstick for makeup so it was possible she was in her very early teens. She was wearing a plaid pleated skirt and white blouse. It was something that almost looked like a school uniform but she had no patches or names on her shirt so I guess she just liked that style. I kind of did too. I've.