It was a frosty evening when I walked into the officers’ club.

Since it was Friday, the drinks were half-price and the place was jumping. It seemed as if half the women in Washington D.C. were there. If you wanted to get laid, this was the place to be.

I elbowed my way up to the bar, and surprisingly enough found a vacant stool. On the next stool was a gorgeous redhead with blue-green eyes, full lips, and a beautiful body. “Do you mind if I sit down?” I asked.

She said, “Please do.” She told me her name was Cindy, and I offered to buy her a drink. When our drinks came, we clicked them together and she asked, “Your place or mine?”

I said that I was staying at the B.O.Q., bachelor officers’ quarters, which weren’t very comfortable. She said... Leer Más