[wayne]

I got out of the Marine Crops in 1973, moved the wife and I from North Carolina to Phoenix, and enrolled in Mesa Community College. I rented an apartment from a guy I knew from high school. There were only 6 apartments in this little complex. The neighbor was a guy and his wife from Prescott. He was going to Arizona State.

We were about the same age and we became pretty good friends. The gal had grown up in Geneva so she spoke both French and English fluently. Her husband was from Prescott; he and I did some deer hunting together over the years. Nice guy. Sue (the neighbor gal) was all a tither over everything French; gave me lectures on why the U.S. should adopt the metric system and all that crap. My standard reply was that I didn't speak Canadian. She was so adamant about it that at times, it became a real pain in the butt.

One day I got out of the shower, towel over my head drying my hair, walked into the living room naked and dripping wet and there sits my wife and Sue. Too late to do anything about it I just said "oops" and walked into the bedroom. Later she told her husband all about it, in front of me; he was not impressed. So she got away with seeing me naked.

Several years later I was back in the military. I joined the Navy the 2nd time and they stationed me in San Diego aboard a wooden hulled minesweeper that never went anywhere. 1st wife invited Sue and her husband to come for a visit, and they did.

We had a two bedroom apartment. The bed in the "master" bedroom was a water bed, and I slept pretty well on it. The other bedroom had a bed I had stolen from somewhere, it was a real P.O.S. So when we had company, 1st wife and I would always sleep on the bad bed, and let the guest sleep on the water bed. I had the duty the next day, and couldn't get out of it, so I moved all my uniform parts into the closet in the spare bed room. But I forget my regulation socks. Not sure why I forgot them. Could have been Freudian ...

Next morning, very early, I got up, got dressed, had no socks, and had to quietly slip into the other bedroom to get my socks out of the dresser. (You can see where this is going). Sue was naked, above the covers and not exactly sound asleep. This woman had the most erotic pussy I had ever seen. She opened her legs a little for me, so I could get a good look. It ran way up on her torso, it was deep, wide and naturally almost hairless. One little growth of public hair, toward the top. Her left boob was about a 36C but her right one was little more than a nipple on her chest. The total effect of her pussy and her missing boob was amazingly erotic to me. While I was getting a good look she opened her eyes and said, "Oh. There's Wayne" and then went back to sleep.

Dave, as I said, was from Prescott and he was a downwinder. He died from brain cancer a couple of year later. Too bad. A great guy and good hunting buddy.