The relationship tanked, but we had some fun while it lasted. Christina was a Puerto Rican girl with soft, permanently tanned skin, perky brown nipple..., and a rump you could sink your teeth into. We would spend time at her place Friday evenings usually (among other times/places) and watch WWE Smackdown in her living room while her mom was in her own bedroom doing her own thing. After a while of watching and teasing between us, Christina asked if I was thirsty. I said a little, and apparently so. There were so many loopholes that it was a joke that still brings a smile to my face.The next time I went into the G-2 shop, I actually met some people who knew who I was and they told me that the common belief was that I was either KIA or MIA up in Quang Tri Province. I found out later that erroneous report had led to the auction of my stored gear on Okinawa including a number of irreplaceable items. It also made it all the way back to Camp Pendleton where my nifty little Mustang was released. I can understand your feelings. I dont feel bad for it. U have ur own life & enjoyment. U also can do it. Sometimes for our pleasure we have to go against the society. & said lot of convincing words to her.I wiped her tears. Kissed her forehead. Eyes. Cheeks.I drink her eye drops & said mom you dont look good while crying. I want u to smile & happy always. & hugged her. She cryingly said, ” yes, i was. About 4 yrs. Then i not let her to come our home also. I m sorry” & hugged me tightly.Me:. So where is the lipstick kiss on the envelope and spray of perfume I wondered ….. optimistic sod aint I lol . A few days passed and it faded from my memory a little until I was radio’d to go to blah blah blah address for a 12 noon pick up. It must have taken a nano second for me to twig it was Gina’s address and for the first time in such a while I felt a little flick of excitement in my stomach and a chirp in my whatever ! I got there and waited a very short while in the car, saw a flick of.