A few days after arriving home from the service, I decided to go running at a nearby track.

Wearing my Air Force sweats, I took off and ran a couple of miles. Then, feeling I deserved a cold beer, I walked across the street and entered a local restaurant. A beautiful waitress strolled up and asked me what I wanted. Her smile was friendly and alluring. I ordered a beer and an appetizer, but the word “pussy” popped into my mind. One of the other waitresses called her Mia. She was beautiful and friendly, and had fantastic legs. I definitely wanted some of that. When she returned, we began to play.

“Are you a pilot?”

It was a worn-out question, but I was willing to play the game. “No,” I replied, “I’ll be working for engineers, surveying and working on... Leer Más