The Kiss

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Bill, I had two years in Saudi Arabia, in that two years I had only one "conversation" with a woman. Walking around a supermarket a woman from your side of the pond crunched my ankle with her trolley, she said "sorry" and I said "It's OK".
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I always found interesting how love (and lust) flourishes during wartime
Being shot at, blown up, and knifed, not to mention being cooped up with 10-15 smelly alpha males for weeks and weeks has a way to really get those biological juices/urges surging. We had "Hooch Maids" in camp to do household-type tasks like laundry and cleaning, we paid them, but they were like furniture and we treated them as such, I was young.
Our #1 maid (probably VC)

 
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Bill, as you know, when you are bored and alone there is nothing better than the company of a young woman, by the same token the young lady quite liked being wined and dined for a day with a complete stranger.
How true! I think the thrill of the moment played havoc with my brain. She was a classy young lady.
 
How true! I think the thrill of the moment played havoc with my brain. She was a classy young lady.
Moments make memories Bill, I well remember my first job in Japan, young women would just shout "hello" for no particular reason, in the street. One 17 year old bar maid said "I love you" it turned out that "love" means something different in Japanese and she had "always" wanted to say it to someone. "Always" being how many times she had given it any thought in her 17 years on this planet, in the place I was working I was the only foreigner, so I was in a "target rich environment". It was strange being the focus of almost a whole city's projections and prejudices.
 
I had a "house boy" whos job it was to clean and polish the apartment, he woke me up every two weeks polishing my bedside table with his fffing spray furniture polish right in my face after a 12 hr night shift, we moved accommodation before that stupidity was resolved.
 

Being a teenager not that long ago I can clearly remember that biological onslaught the average male human body is subjected to and having your life on the edge at all moments I can understand the desire to live each day at a time.
I take that everything was consensual and the maids were satisfied with their end of the deal.

Cheers
 
I don't recall ever having that feeling of "live each day at a time" but others did. I tried to stay positive regarding the future in my thought process. I think this was a cop out for some I knew to justify their actions and real for others.
 
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As Grandpappy always said, "There's nothing worse in this world than the memory of temptation successfully resisted."
I think you must have miss read my post on the topic Mike, within two hours of meeting I was sleeping with an Italian and an English woman, we just never took our clothes off. After posting I remembered that the two women had French and Italian as languages but all three of us only had French in common. There was no temptation resisted, she was 20 with an Italian boyfriend at the end of her journey.
 

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