Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Way it Should Have Been
Part: 1 of 1
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Keywords: (MF rom)
Language: English

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                         !!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!

    The following story is a work of sexual fiction.  So it follows that 
youngsters should not be reading it.  If you happen to fall into that category 
and still reading, there's not much I can do to prevent you from continuing.  
That's part of the problem...The just tremendous explosion of information 
today compared to say...Just ten years ago.  Shit !  How about thirty years 
ago ?  Today's youngsters and young adults have so many more issues than we 
had...Things we never thought about.  The war was the defining issue of our 
time.  Today there is no unifying idea to guide youth and yet maybe, they 
don't need that much ?  Guidance, that is.

    Having said that.  I really believe censoring the material a young mind 
absorbs is the responsibility of the adult who has custodial responsibility 
for the young mind...It's not the government's responsibility or mine because 
I happen to contribute to this news group...You can't shut down the 
information...A tremendous example would be the demise of the soviet union.  
In retrospect, it's easy to see how western information just bombarded their 
government into submission.  A great time to be a member of the armed forces 
but then why are so many getting out ?  Another part of the problem ?  And who 
says it's a problem ?

    I'm going to diverge a bit from the usual and say that although the plot 
and subplots of the following tale stem from the author's fertile imagination, 
the characters...Well, the characters are made up of bits and pieces of the 
tumble dried assortment of friends and acquaintances I've made over a rich and 
long life.  I find it hard to believe that anyone my age, who writes, doesn't 
do the same.

    So many of you have asked for some stories about Willy when he was 
younger.  Well, unfortunately Willy was a pretty typical Southern California 
surfer of the era circa, 1955...1956...1957...1958...Through about the mid- 
60's.  But since this is fiction...Nah !  It's fucking fantasy...Not even 
fiction, just total fantasy !  So here goes...The following story is the way 
Willy...Well, it's the way it should have been !  Now we can quibble over a 
lot of the details and some of the stories may appear to be a little larger 
today than they actually were but that's story telling !

    I'd like to dedicate the following story to those who have meant the most 
to me...From the early years to the present.  The tales we could tell about 
this and that...The secrets we shared and still share.  The times we've been 
not quite in control of any part of our lives but found you standing right 
there and that was cool.  The intimacies we shared go beyond the sex.  It's 
hard to describe but then maybe, it is the sex ?  I'm not positive but it sure 
was fun !  Remember...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to 
the usual.

                         The Way it Should Have Been
                                   (MF rom)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                           Christmas Vacation 1964

    There were several brand new surfboards in the window.  My boy friend was 
looking them over.  I was bored and only agreed to tag along with him because 
we were also going to shop for his tux.  Yea !  I know...It was only December 
but this would kind of make it formal; that we were going together...To the 
senior prom, that is.  We were both graduating in June.  I had been accepted 
at University of California - Santa Barbara.  Wow !  College !  I could hardly 
wait for school to end...And while I was spending most of the Summer here, my 
boy friend was attending some baseball camp for six weeks...He was going to 
try out for baseball in college...At UCLA...But I'm getting a head of 
myself...Summer was a long way off.

    I'd never been in a surfboard shop before.  It smelled funny and was very 
noisy.  Some motor was running in the back of the shop...Back behind a wall.  
There was a doorway but no door...A whole bunch of colored beads were hanging 
down in the doorway.  I thought that looked kind of cool.

    There were a lot more boards inside.  Dozens lined the walls, all standing 
on their tails...All different colors, some with stripes, some with bands of 
color around them.  The salesman was busy with some kid and his father.  He 
glanced over at us and then yelled over toward the beaded doorway.

    "Hey !  Buffalo !  Give me a hand up front...Will you ?"

    It was the first time I met him yet we really didn't meet.  He was about 
my boyfriend's height but not as heavy.  He was at least two, maybe three 
years older than we were.  His hair was real long and tied with a colorful 
scarf forming what looked like a girl's pony tail down his back.  It was a 
dark brown but even in the dead of winter had some sun in it.

    He was wearing what appeared to be overalls with an apron of some type and 
was covered in white dust...All over except for his face.  He'd been wearing 
some big mask, kind of like a diver...Oh !  No, not one of those bell things 
but just a mask.  He had a scarf tied around his mouth.  Oh !  His hair was 
white, too...In front.  I got the color from the pony tail.

    My boy friend put on the real cool guy act.  "Nah...I'll wait."  The guy 
seemed cool with it, just nodded and then returned to the back of the shop.  
The motor started up again.....

                                 Winter 1965

    I saw him a couple of times on my way to school.  He was always in the 
process of putting his board into a beat up Ford station wagon...No !  Nothing 
close to a woody.  A real piece of crap.  He was always parked in the same 
place, facing down hill, right across from the trail to Palos Verdes Cove.  I 
waved once but I don't think he saw me.  My mother asked me who it was I waved 
to ?  I laughed.  I couldn't explain who it was or why I waved.  I think my 
mom thought it was a teenage thing...Totally unfathomable.  She didn't ask 
again.

    I met him for the first time on a dreary Sunday in February.  It was 
raining on and off, the hill, shrouded with clouds.  My boy friend and I were 
in church...Early mass.  We were both working on some senior project...I can't 
remember now...Anyway, we're in the parking lot when some friends of ours 
drive by.

    They're really friends of my boy friend.  They were on their way to 
Launada Bay.  Big surf !  They were all excited.  Now, none of them were 
dressed to go surfing so I figured it must be really huge.  Plus, my boy 
friend and his friends were pretty much Summer surfers.

    We followed them out to the Bay.  There were a number of cars parked along 
the road, lots of them with boards on roof racks or sticking out of the back 
of station wagons.  I can see knots of people standing along the cliff side.  
Shit !  It's only seven-thirty and there must be forty, fifty people here 
already.

    I some how knew he'd be here and lagged behind my boy friend and his 
friends, looking for his station wagon.  There it was.  The back end still 
open with a towel carelessly thrown over the tail gate...Like he was in a 
hurry.

    There are only two guys out; that I can see.  I notice several waxing up 
on the rock beach below us and there were a few walking down the cliff.  Most 
all of them were wearing wet suits.  There were some brave souls but not many.

    Now let me tell you...There may have been fifty on the cliff side but 
there were only about ten, maybe twelve guys who were...Well, going surfing.  
And it was huge.  The two out in the water were hardly specks in the gray mush 
of the Pacific.  A buzz began down the way and it kind of moved along the 
cliff side towards us.  The buzz got louder, guys were pointing out into the 
ocean.  Some guys, down the way, were jumping up and down.  Everyone was 
looking out at the sea.  A large number of huge swells were approaching the 
Dominator.  It ran aground...Shit !  I can't remember when ?  I was a kid.   
The ocean looked like an accordion.

    The two specks in the water started paddling out to sea.  One of them 
didn't make it over the first wave.  His board bounced around like a cork in 
the white water, rising high into the air and then being consumed by the white 
water again.  The second speck was turning around and paddling for the second 
wave.  Total silence on the cliff side.  You could almost hear the waves 
breaking.  When the guy caught the wave, people started hooting and hollering  
You could almost feel the excitement...The energy.

    The lone surfer was streaking across this huge wall of water, legs spread, 
arms out for balance.  When he out ran ahead of the wave a bit he carved this 
huge arcing turn back to his left and headed for the cascading water.  Back 
again to his right and then he was over the top of the wave and the crowd was 
actually clapping.

    I just noticed.  The surfer was real close to the loose surfboard and now, 
further out, I could make out the bobbing head of the one who lost it.  The 
guy who caught the wave, paddled over, placed a foot on the nose of the other 
board and then started paddling back out.  When he reached the other guy he 
dropped off the surfboard and continued out into the surf.

    We stayed for over two hours but I only remember the beginning and the 
end.  The rest was just listening to my boy friend and his friends bullshit a 
lot.  There were about eight of them out now and more walking down the cliff 
every once and a while.

    I saw the board first.  God !  It looked a block long...All gray with a 
big sticker advertising that company where I first saw him.  He was almost to 
the top, climbing the trail slowly, following his friend.  His friend appeared 
to be closer to my age.  I slipped away from the guys I was with.  The cliff 
side now had at least a hundred people or more looking out at the surf.  I'd 
heard several estimates.

    I was standing at the head of the trail when he appeared.  I felt like a 
fool, dressed in a skirt and blouse with my best pumps on.

    "Hi !"  He stopped and looked at me.  He was still dripping water and it 
pooled around his feet in the mud.  He looked so sleek in the wet suit, like a 
seal.

    "Buffalo...Right ?"  He smiled and I returned it.  "How big is it ?  
People up here figure twelve, maybe fifteen...They close ?"

    "Bigger sets, maybe...But most, eight...Ten feet.  It was better earlier 
and will probably be better tomorrow morning.  You look nice...Just back from 
church ?"

    I remember blushing.  He continued on.  "I did...last night...five-thirty.  
I still kind of think it's cheating but the Jesuits say it's on the up and 
up."  He laughed and I laughed with him.  We were both silent for a moment.

    "And your name is ?"

    "Cathy."  I left it at that.

    "Nice to meet you, Cathy.  Your boy friend like his new board ?"

    "He hasn't tried it yet...He's a Summer surfer."  He smiled, said good-bye 
and wandered off toward his station wagon.

                                 Spring 1965

    I saw him a couple of times parked across from PV Cove that Spring on the 
way to school but that was it, until late April.  He was pumping gas into his 
station wagon at the gas station across from the grocery up near the high 
school.  I was with a bunch of kids in the store, buying cokes and shit that 
would turn our complexions into pizza.  I was really angling for a ride home.  
My parents were in the process of divorcing and my mom and I were stuck with 
just one car.  A senior in high school and taking the bus home... I don't 
think so.  I'd rather walk but usually tried to bum a ride.

    "Going toward the Cove ?"

    "Sure...Need a ride ?"  He was very talkative on the way, asking me about 
my school work and college aspirations.  Just before dropping me off, he asked 
if I wanted to go to a surfing movie with him at a high school up in Santa 
Monica on Saturday night.  As if Santa Monica was filled with high schools.  I 
was noncommittal as my boy friend and I usually went out both nights.

    He left me with a card from the surfboard shop.  "...call before Saturday 
at four...I'm usually there until four."  Yea !  Right, buddy.  I'm going to 
call you...Don't hold your breath.....

    Early Saturday afternoon, my gremie boy friend informed me that he "...was 
going out with the boys..."

    "Now...mom don't get crazy on me.  This guy is a little older than I am.  
I think he goes to college."  My dad would have gone through the roof but I 
think he screwed around a lot so he suspected everyone else did the same.  
Anyway, I'd just called.  Buffalo sounded very pleased to hear from me.  He 
was picking me up at five and we were going to dinner before heading up to 
Santa Monica.

    He was dressed very nicely and my mother told me later that she was very 
pleased to meet him.  I had no idea what they talked about while I waited the 
requisite time before coming into the front room.

    We ate at a small restaurant, a hole in the wall...In Hermosa Beach.  Kind 
of like a bar.  It was obvious the staff knew him, several called him by name.  
He talked a lot about college.  I was surprised he'd graduated already.  He 
didn't look that old.  He was waiting for orders.  He'd enlisted or whatever ?  
I thought he was stupid.  The vast majority of the guys I knew had no idea 
there was a war going on.  Most were going to college to avoid service...They 
really had no college ambitions...Just avoid the draft.  This fool was 
enlisting !

    He talked a lot about flying airplanes and surfing and life in general.  
He told me he was glad I took a piece as the cake passed by.  Sometimes people 
never took a chance and then the door closed and the opportunity never 
presented itself again.  It was kind of strange talk for a first date but he 
was a perfect gentleman and at the front door, after the movie, told me again 
he was glad we both took a chance.  I gave him my number but he never called.  
I figured he knew I was stepping out on my boy friend as when he kissed me on 
the forehead he whispered, "Our secret."

                                 Summer 1965

    One of my girl friends was taking her mom's car in to get it fixed down in 
the beach cities.  I went with her, mostly because I was bored to tears.  My 
boy friend was at that baseball camp.  I was anxious to leave home, be on my 
own, go to college.  At least my parents got their shit together on that.  My 
dad was picking up the college tab and I could hardly wait.

    We're in the car place...Right on PCH and right across the street from the 
surfboard shop.  Like a magnet it drew me across the street.  He was in the 
back, sanding a surfboard.  He acted surprised to see me and put his work 
down.  We talked for a while and then my friend burst in and said the car was 
ready.  She rushed back to the car place.  I told her I'd be out front waiting 
and Buffalo waited with me.

    "You busy, the next couple of days ?"  Of course I wasn't.  "Thought maybe 
we could go down South...Do a little surfing.  Maybe spend a couple of days in 
Baja ?"

    God !  I couldn't believe it.  He was asking me...What was he asking me ?  
I wasn't sure.  This wasn't exactly the kind of second date you expect.  How 
could you explain it to your parents...Well, my mother...I'm not sure ?

    "Ah !  Isn't this kind of a big step for a second date ?"  He laughed but 
didn't reply.  "Is this more of the cake you were talking about ?"

    "Yea...Something like that.  A nice little adventure before you go away to 
college and work your ass off to graduate.  Don't do what I did.  If the 
minimum wasn't good enough, it wouldn't be the minimum.  You have to do better 
than that...It closes a lot of doors."

    "I'll have to think about it."

    "You got the number, right ?"  I knew exactly where in my purse the card 
was but had no intention of telling him that.  So he got me another card and 
off I went.  Three days later I still hadn't broached the subject.  I wasn't 
going to, either.  There was something about it ?  You just don't ask a girl 
to spend a couple of days with you...I mean, if you hardly know her !  But the 
Mystery...Adventure...I just couldn't put my finger on it.

    My mother came in all excited that evening.  She was working as a sales 
clerk at one of the new malls up on the top of the hill.  They were calling it 
Rolling Hills something or other.  Anyway, she won a selling contest and the 
prize was a weekend in Las Vegas.  She could take a friend and was hoping I 
wouldn't mind if she asked her sister.  Her sister was also divorced.  Jesus !  
I wonder if it runs in the family...Is this what I have to look forward to ?

    No !  Of course I didn't mind.  My mother was passing me the cake and I 
was definitely going to take a piece.  I called at nine the next morning.  I 
could hear the salesman calling his name.

    "Aaah...It's Cathy.  My mom's leaving for Las Vegas on Friday.  She won't 
be home until Monday or Tuesday."  Yea !  I fibbed a little.  I figured I 
could...Shit !  I really didn't know ?

    "What time do you want me to pick you up ?"

    "She's leaving in the morning..."  I didn't know what else to say.

    "Pick you up at ten.  There's not much room.  A couple of pairs of shorts, 
some "T" shirts...A nice blouse, sandals...Some underwear...Yea !  A bathing 
suit...We'll spend most of our time in bathing suits."

    "How about those girl things ?  Room for them ?"

    "Oh !  Yea !  Sure...As long as it fits in your purse...You got a big 
baggy one ?  That'll be cool to put shit in when we shop and stuff.  Oh ! 
Don't forget your birth certificate...You're eighteen, right ?"

                                Camp Pendleton

    On the way down the coast he was telling me he wasn't sure this would 
work.  He wasn't really in yet and didn't have an I.D. but he had orders that 
said he had to report to Officer Training School in October.  Next year he'd 
be in pilot training.  He was excited about it.  I got excited listening to 
him talk.

    The guard wasn't too happy letting this long haired guy and his girl 
friend...Oh !  Jesus !  I was referring to myself as his girl friend.  I 
wonder what the guard thought we were going to do ?  I was no virgin but all 
my experience was with my present boy friend and I'd never slept with a guy 
all night long.  We're through the gate and the guard saluted us.  Buffalo 
even saluted back.  The excitement was contagious.

    We drove for miles.  I was really surprised how large the base or whatever 
was.  He parked the station wagon on some hard sand and grass about a quarter 
mile from the ocean.  The noise of the surf was in the background.  The back 
of the wagon was filled with two coolers full of beer and soft drinks and some 
hamburgers and fruit and lots of other shit.  There were two sleeping bags and 
some air mattresses if we needed to sleep in the wagon.  He said; in Mexico, 
if it rained, we might have to sleep with the surfboards.

    He brought two...One for me and one for him.  I laughed but by dinner time 
he'd convinced me to try it.  We took an old beat up blue one and out we went.  
We spent about an hour and I did no better than get to my knee with one foot 
on the board.  My hair was a mess but so was his.

    After dinner we sat by the small barbecue he brought, watching the coals 
die out and drinking beer.  He told me quite casually he'd have to buy me a 
new suit.  I was wearing a one piece that was about three years old.  I hadn't 
grown since I was fifteen, still wore a thirty-four "B" cup.  Twenty-two in 
the waist with a thirty-five hip measurement.  My boy friend said I had a nice 
butt and compared to some I've seen in gym class, I'd agree.

    My long, dark brown hair almost frames my huge nose.  Now, my mom says 
it's nothing but it's big.  Kind of like a ski jump without the ramp up at the 
end.  I've got dark brown eyes with real dark eye brows.  I topped out at 
five-seven and weighed a little over one fifteen...Sometimes one eighteen, 
when I'm having my period.  I've got real skinny legs.

    My boy friend thinks I'm sexy but then I'm letting him screw me...So I 
think he'd say or do just about anything to keep that arrangement going in the 
right direction.  Now, we've only done it four times but we're screwing...I 
never thought I'd do that before I was married but I did.  Did alcohol play a 
part ?  Probably !  Peer pressure ?  Maybe...But that's not all what's it's 
cracked up to be when it comes to sex.  Taking a drag off a cigarette or 
drinking a beer can never be compared to having intercourse...Fucking...It 
sounded so evil...Naughty.

    It was dark and the coals were just about all done in.  We were sitting on 
the open sleeping bags.  He was in a pair of jockey shorts without a shirt.  I 
had just a "T" shirt on with a pair of panties.  He told me we'd have to stop 
and get a shower tomorrow as the salt water would eventually start to bother 
us.  Sleeping with salt covered bodies was the pits, he said.

    I slept like a baby and was disappointed he wasn't lying beside me when I 
woke.  The sun was just coming up behind me and shining out on the expanse of 
ocean in front of me.

    He was on the forward tip of his board, arms above his head, sliding 
across the face of about a two foot wave.  I laid back down and looked up at 
the bright blue sky.

    Wow !  Here I am with a guy...I hardly know...We've had one date...And I 
just spent the night with him, cuddled with him on an open sleeping bag.  Felt 
him almost all night long.  For a while he had his arm around me.  It was a 
funny feeling...Different...More than sex...I was a little confused...Where 
was this going ?  Or was it going anywhere ?

    I was sleeping again when he finally got out of the water and then the 
smell of bacon woke me.  He was crouching by the barbecue and slowly turning 
them a strip at a time, being careful they didn't fall into the coals.  The 
toast was kind of strange but the orange juice was out of this world...Fresh 
squeezed, he said.

    We left the base and showered at a public beach just North of San Diego.  
He let me drive most of the way while he tried to tune in a Mexican radio 
station on one of those cheap Japanese transistor radios.  He had it hanging 
from the ash tray.  To get in the grove, he said.  We shopped...A lot more 
shit this time.  He said we'd be gone three, four days...So much for Tuesday.  
Who cares ?  I'd come up with some excuse for my mother.  I was having a great 
time and it wasn't like we were behaving like adolescents.  Shit !  He was 
twenty-three.  I was eighteen.  We were adults !  I felt so free !  Alive and 
so free !

    "We're going to have to sneak you across...That's why we have to cross 
today or tomorrow.  It's always crowded on the weekends."  I got scared.  
"Sneak you across..."  What the hell did that mean ?

    We stopped in a busy market area just this side of the boarder.  It was 
full of shops and stalls, selling everything imaginable.

    "I'll be back in a while.  Find yourself a two piece."  It took him 
forever, it seemed and I must have looked in a dozen shops.  How he found me 
was pure luck.  He insisted I buy, what I considered...Jesus !  It was skimpy.  
I'd have to shave a little to wear it.  My one piece covered all that.  Shit !  
I didn't bring a razor.  I'd be amazon woman after a week...Well, almost a 
week.  Maybe he had a razor ?  He must.  He was clean shaven after the shower.

    He was passing the cake again, so I took another piece.  I didn't have to 
wear it when I got home.  With him, I felt I could do anything.

    We were back in the car and he was outlining the plan.  "...your birth 
certificate and the note from your parents."  What note from my parents ?  
"...under twenty-one and need your parent's permission to travel in Mexico.  
The note says...Well, you can read it.  I'm glad this worked out as the back 
up plan was a little risky...We'd have to find a middle aged couple and talk 
them into passing you off as their daughter.  This is much better."

    I was reading how my parents were allowing their daughter, Cathy Naylor, 
to travel to Mexico with William Buffalo Tamarack, a good friend of the 
family.  The youngsters would be traveling down into Baja to surf and shop.  
It was even notarized.  Except for the waiting in line, going through customs 
was a breeze.  Buffalo spoke descent spanish and the boarder guards on both 
sides were always smiling, although the U.S. guy told Buffalo he needed a hair 
cut.

                               Tijuana, Mexico

    We parked in a real run down looking, dirt parking lot back from the main 
drag.  Jesus !  The traffic this side of the boarder was worse than on the 
american side but it was Saturday night.  People were running up and down 
between the cars, selling anything you'd buy.  Buffalo talked to them all in 
spanish and was now bickering with a young man in the parking lot.

    "We're ok, now.  Manuel is going to watch the car while we eat.  A dollar 
now, a dollar later.  We go back a few years.  He runs this area and makes 
pretty good bread."  He laughed and then continued.  "He told me that if I 
wasn't with such a beautiful senorita, he would introduce me to his sister."  
We were both laughing and he had his arm around my waist when we entered the 
cantina.

    We waited at the bar for a table.  This place was packed.  He ordered in 
spanish and the drinks were huge.  He told me he'd been haggling with the bar 
tender for his margarita recipe...Had been for several years now and was 
getting nowhere.  So, I started winking at the bar tender and eventually used 
my french on him.  I took four years in high school and was pretty good.  Went 
to France last year for the whole Summer...Foreign exchange.

    The bar tender leaned across to me and whispered in english.  "Tell the 
gringo that it's three-one-three.  He should be able to figure it out from 
there and if I ever hear he made a slushy one, I'll cut his throat.  Only on 
the rocks."  He paused while staring into my eyes.  "You're much too beautiful 
for the Buffalo man.  I get off at two, if he passes out on you."  He laughed 
a very loudly and put our second round on the bar.  Shit !  I was hardly done 
with the first.

    We were at the table and the waiter seemed to know Mr. Buffalo, as he 
called him.  The dinner was grand...A whole bunch of barbecued shrimp with 
rice and beans.  These four guys came to the table and sang what sounded like 
ballads.  Buffalo and the musicians were constantly exchanging what must have 
been funny jokes as they were all laughing.

    When they left, I asked him what was so funny.  He burst out laughing and 
said I was much too young to understand.  I kicked him under the table and he 
laughed louder.  People were looking at us.  We ate some more and then the 
musicians were back.  I batted my eyes at them and got one of them to tell me, 
in very good english, that they were talking about my beauty.  Then why were 
they laughing ?  This jerk thought I was stupid !

    I motioned him closer and whispered.  "Tell Mr. Buffalo...In spanish, 
please.  That...That if he thinks he's getting into my pants tonight he's 
drunker than he thinks I am."  The musician straightened up, laughing his guts 
out.  After a long string of spanish all the musicians started laughing like 
fools.  The music even came to a stop.  Buffalo was turning all sorts of 
colors but eventually burst out laughing, too.

    He was quite drunk but then so was I.  He bellowed across the room in 
spanish.  A young girl, no more than seven or eight, showed up at the table.  
He whispered in her ear and gave her a dollar.  She rushed off and in about 
ten minutes was back with a bouquet of flowers.  She bowed when she presented 
them to me.  Now, I've never had a guy just give me flowers...Yea !  Ok !  For 
the prom and...That's about it.

    I got up and threw myself at him.  I ended up in his lap but some of the 
stuff on the table fell on the floor.  We were down on our knees cleaning up 
my mess when the musicians came back.  The restaurant staff were rushing over 
with brooms and all that shit.  All of them were laughing and Buffalo was 
picking me up over his shoulder.

    After the shock, I started laughing.  We were half way down the block 
before he set me down.  There was no sense in struggling.  I'd probably just 
hurt us both by causing him to fall.  Shit !  He was so drunk, I was amazed he 
could walk.  I was dizzy when he set me down and just a little embarrassed but 
then he was kissing me, all tongue and very passionate.

    We danced.  We shopped...And ended up sleeping in the back of the station 
wagon.  Manuel told us in perfectly good english that for another five bucks 
he'd make sure I didn't get sold into white slavery for the rest of my life, 
never to see america again.  All three of us laughed.

                           Baja California, Mexico

    The sun woke me.  We were moving.  My head felt like a bomb had gone off 
in it.  I could hardly lift it off the sleeping bag without spasms of pain 
shooting through my temples.  I peeked over into the front.  He was driving 
and mexican music was blaring from the radio.

    "About time you got up...We're way behind schedule because you got so 
drunk last night...Practically threw yourself at me.  Had to have five or...I 
think it was six of Manuel's friends come over and take care of you after I 
was through with you."  Hearing no response from me, he continued.

    "Well...You did throw yourself at me in the restaurant and one of the guys 
at one of the dancing places offered me a thousand pesos for you..."  He 
moaned when I slapped him.  It wasn't real hard but he moaned...Made a big 
deal out of it.

    The effort to slap him caused more spasms of pain.  He had his arm around 
my neck and was attempting to pull me over into the front seat.  I fumbled 
into the front as spasms of pain electrified my body.  I'd never felt this 
horrible.

    "Time for a little hair of the dog that bit us and a little special 
Buffalo remedy.  You look like shit, my dear.  What bowery did you spend the 
evening in ?  I think I missed you.  I was with the most desirable lady in the 
cantina last night and look what I woke up with."  He was bellowing with 
laughter and I didn't have the guts to slap him again.  I was afraid the pain 
would never go away.

    He made me open two mexican beers while he told me that we were about 
three hours away, depending on traffic...Away from what I had no idea ?  It 
was mid-morning about nine, maybe ten, I figured.  I had no earthly idea where 
we were.  All around us was desert.  I was almost scared.  The throbbing came 
back.  I tried to look at his watch...One of those water proof things.  He 
kept twisting his wrist, forcing me to bend, like a pretzel, down on to the 
front seat to get a look at the time.  It was nine-fifteen and then he kissed 
me.

    His breath was foul but then I suppose mine was, too.  It was a short kiss 
but he chewed on my lower lip and for some strange reason that turned me on.  
"You need to pay a little more attention to dental hygiene, senorita."  He was 
laughing.

    "You're no romeo either, senior."  We both laughed and then brushed our 
teeth with beer.  He said it was better than the water and speaking of water, 
I wondered where the two big bladders of water came from...And what were we 
going to use it for other than drinking ?

    I fell asleep and only woke when we stopped.  It was a run down flea bag 
joint - kind of a gas station with a grocery attached...A couple of windows 
broken in front, patched up with newspaper.  The people were nice and we 
bought some more beer along with a full tank of gas.

    When we pulled away, he told me we'd have to start watching our pennies.  
I told him I had some money and he told me to keep it safe.  We might just 
need it.

    "How you feeling ?"  I hardly heard him above the radio, blasting some 
mexican cha cha cha or something.

    "I could do with a couple of hours of sleep and I've felt a lot better."  
He held out a hand rolled cigarette.  Shit !  It had to be marijuana ?  I may 
be young but one of my friends has a sister in college who's tried it.

    "It's magic, Cathy...Honest...Magic."  I took it out of his hand, visions 
of becoming a drug addict flashing through my head.  He held out a box of 
matches from the cantina.  Now, I tried smoking before, didn't like it but 
knew how to do it.  I took a drag and he started coaching immediately.

    "No...No...Suck it right into your lungs and hold it...As long as you 
can."  I took another drag, the smoke curling up from the end of the 
cigarette.  I got dizzy, holding my breath but other than that didn't feel a 
thing.  I had a couple of more drags, the last one made me cough like a fool.  
He was holding out his beer to me.

    I took a big swallow.  When I looked up it seemed like we were going maybe 
twenty miles an hour.  I asked why we were driving so slow and he laughed.  
There was still some cigarette left and he had it leaning up in the ash tray.  
He was wearing some shades so I dug through my purse looking for my sun 
glasses.  I ran across my make-up and started laughing because I saw no way of 
using it down here.  I'd have to use one of the car mirrors as I couldn't find 
the little one I kept in my purse.  The flowers ended up in my hand.  It 
seemed like eons ago but was just last night.

    He was talking about something.  I had no idea what and my mind was much 
too confused to try to listen to him.  I started keeping time to the music 
with my foot and he put his hand on my thigh, up under my skirt a little.  I 
started laughing as I watched his hand massage my bare thigh.  The dress was a 
mess, looked like I slept in it.  His hawaiian shirt looked the same.  We were 
both laughing.

                               The Secret Spot

    I was half asleep when he almost yelled.  "Ladies and gentlemen, this is 
your captain speaking...We're just about fucking there !"  The pitch in his 
voice was rising with every word.  I felt a shiver...He was screaming at the 
top of his lungs.  I looked around.  Shit !  We were in the middle of nowhere.  
I couldn't even see the ocean.  He started counting down from a hundred and 
when he reached zero, turned off on a real shitty dirt road.  God !  If the 
station wagon broke down, we were fucked !  I started laughing.  He was 
"...torching up the joint again, in preparation for landing !"  Buffalo was in 
outer space and I joined him.

    I was afraid the station wagon wasn't going to make it as we wedged 
between the brush and tried to keep on the washed out road.  Shit !  It was 
hardly a path.  After a hard right turn we started dropping down.  He was on 
the brakes and we were actually bouncing around in our seats.  It was like we 
were in slow motion.  The music faded away to static, then just the sound of 
the station wagon coming apart filled my ears.

    We leveled off and the brush opened up to form kind of a parking area.  It 
was all dirt and real packed down like a lot of people used the place.  The 
remains of a fire circle stood out in the center.  He turned around and then 
backed the tail end almost to the sand.

    It was a pure white but changed to rock about half way to the water, 
crystal clear and bright blue in the afternoon sun.  We were in a crotch of 
beach surrounded by a desert that came almost right up to the ocean.  A point 
reached out into the Pacific off to my right.  The most perfect waves I'd ever 
seen were wrapping around the point...Just like a machine.  Maybe, three, four 
feet, just one after another...Almost endless.

    He had his hands on my shoulders.  I could feel the heat of his body 
through my dress.  "Aaahh...Could you set up a little...Or just lie in the 
sun...If you want.  I've got to go surfing."  I almost caught him naked as, 
still stoned, I walked around aimlessly trying to organize camp.  How could he 
surf like this ?  He was twice as stoned as I was.

    As he paddled out, I stripped off my clothes and got into my new bathing 
suit.  Hair was coming out both sides of the crotch of the suit.  I lugged out 
one of the water bottles and tipped some water into our only bowl.  We didn't 
have much but let me tell you this Buffalo was one organized Jose !  Beneath 
the seats were small boxes filled with silverware, a couple of plates 
(melmac), napkins (paper), glasses (plastic)...Shit !  None of it matched but 
we had just about every thing you needed.  What didn't he have stashed away 
some where in this station wagon ?

    I found his razor and he even had a bar of shaving soap.  I worked slowly 
as I hadn't ever done this before.  After a little trial and error I managed 
to trim and shave enough away so that I could wear his present.  I fell asleep 
in the sun and only woke when I heard his screaming.

    I thought there was something wrong !  Bolted to a sitting position and 
caught him silhouetted against the setting sun.  He had five toes curled over 
the nose of his board...Was hanging five, his arms above his head, like he was 
dancing.  He just rode and rode, below his waist like a statue on the nose of 
his board...His upper body bending and weaving to adjust the weight on the 
nose.  He finally got thrown off, still screaming at the top of his lungs.

    The board washed up on to the rocks and I ran down to retrieve it.  I was 
in knee deep water and he was coming toward me like a shadow in the late 
afternoon, the setting sun behind him...All orange and red.  He was kissing me 
and the board just rubbed against our legs with the tide...We were out in 
shoulder deep water.  The bottom was rocky so I wrapped my legs around his 
waist.  We were still kissing.  We got our hair wet and then sat on the tail 
gate, smoking a joint while we combed the snarls out of each other's hair.

    The hamburger was thawed so we had hamburgers.  It got dark fast and I was 
so stoned I could hardly walk.  After cleaning up, he slipped up behind me and 
put his arms around my belly.  His finger tips were barely inside the top of 
my bottoms and I just know I sucked in my tummy...Inviting him lower.  He was 
nibbling on my shoulder and neck and I was getting goose bumps.

    "Let's go lay down.  The sun's up early and I want to greet it on the 
nose."  His tongue was in my ear and he was plastered to me...We were lying on 
the open sleeping bags.  I wanted to strip off my swim suit and sleep with him 
naked.  We were spooned and his hands were roaming all around my bare belly.  
I could feel him growing against my behind.  And then when he adjusted 
it...God !  He was fully hard, grinding against my butt.  If it'd been my boy 
friend, he would have had my bottoms off and been screwing me already.

    His hands finally pushed my top up around my neck and both of his hands 
were caressing my breasts.  They barely filled his hands.  My nipples were 
like rocks but felt tender.  His mouth was devouring my neck and shoulders.  I 
know I was moving against his boner.  He ground his hardon against my butt and 
then I realized I was panting, like a dog.  I turned in his arms and forced my 
mouth against his.

    His hands were in the bottoms of my bathing suit, massaging my ass.  He 
had a leg between mine and I was humping his thigh.  I could feel his bone 
against my belly.  The breath from his nostrils was warm and smelled of beer 
and hemp...That's what he called it...The most amazing plant in the world, he 
said.

    He was squeezing my buns like they were ripe fruit.  I couldn't get enough 
air kissing him and was biting his neck and shoulder when he pulled my bottoms 
down.  As he pushed them down my legs, I twisted to start working on his 
trunks.  The coals were totally gone and it was pitch black out.  His mouth 
was on my breasts and I was frenching with his ear.  His hand was in between 
my legs, running his fingers through my hair.

    His dick was a hard pole of muscle and I was squeezing it and stroking it 
slowly.  Come on, now, every catholic girl knows how to give a descent hand 
job.  How do you think we've survived though out the ages ?  His finger was in 
me and I was slippery wet.  I know I was moaning and it made him finger me 
faster.  He was chewing on my right nipple with his teeth, then sucking about 
half my breast into his mouth.

    I tried to pull him on top of me but he pushed me down on my back and 
started painting his tongue below my breasts.  Around and around my belly he 
went.  He spent a long time in my belly button and it felt wet when he left.  
I was about to explode when his tongue started wandering around in my hair.

    I pushed his head lower.  I wanted his mouth on me down there, had heard 
stories about people doing this but never imagined I'd...What ?  I don't know.  
He was almost there and then it started happening.  All the energy, I was 
holding inside, rushed out of me.

    His tongue was licking my wetness and exploring all around my vagina.  His 
finger was still inside me, pumping in and out.  I was arching my butt off the 
sleeping bag, thrusting my groin up into the air.  His face still plastered to 
my crotch, his tongue like a snake inside me.  I was squealing.

    My chest felt like it was burning up and my arms were all tingly.  It was 
like his tongue was a roto-rooter inside me and I was arching my back again.  
He was shaking his head between my legs, his tongue flicking back and forth 
across my wet flesh.  I know I screamed that time.  It almost echoed.

    He had his tongue in my belly button but I didn't remember him leaving my 
vagina.  I was drained, felt totally relaxed...At ease with the world, maybe 
even part of some secret part of the world...Initiated into something that I 
never knew existed.  He was kissing my breasts and then licking the side of my 
neck.  I tasted myself on his lips when we started kissing.

    I thought maybe, he wanted to make love to me...Oh !  Fuck !  What am I 
saying ?  He'd just finished making love to me in a most exquisite way.  He 
was rubbing my belly, just every once and a while, running his fingers through 
my hair.  I could feel his soft penis against my hip.  I wonder if he came ?

    He couldn't have.  It would be wet.  I gently rolled him away from me and 
propped myself up on his chest.  It was so dark I could hardly see his face 
but I could feel his breath on my face.  It smelled like me.  I kissed him for 
a long time and ran my hand all over his chest, slowly working my way down to 
his penis.

    "Do you always start that way ?"  I was whispering, our mouths about an 
inch apart.

    "If I get the chance...You bet.  After a couple of days you're addicted to 
it and then I sell you for a thousand pesos and go home a rich man."  He had a 
big smile on his face.

    I'd never done this...Never even thought I'd ever put a guy's penis in my 
mouth but I knew it was going to happen.  I whispered.  "After I finish with 
you...I want to hear you say that again."  His eye brows arched up a little 
and when I licked my tongue across his left nipple, he sucked in his breath.

    I was in his belly button and could feel his hard muscle against my breast 
bone.  It had been growing like a weed as my tongue traveled down his stomach.  
When I licked his penis the first time, he almost yelled and arched his back 
up off the ground.  His testicles dragged right by my mouth and I tried to 
suck one into my mouth.

    I must have sucked too hard as he almost broke my neck attempting to turn 
over.  I pulled away.  My nipples were hard.  "Sorry."  He rolled back toward 
me and I dangled my breasts against his dick.  It wasn't as hard as it was a 
moment ago.  I could tell he was trying to lay still when I licked his dick 
the second time.

    My tongue was like a paint brush, traveling up and down his penis.  It was 
hard as rock and hot.  I was surprised at the heat.  His cock would twitch 
every time I painted it with my saliva.  I looked up and his lips were moving 
but no sound came out.  I felt a power in what I was doing.  He was obviously 
exerting a lot of energy to remain still and allow me to explore him.  I could 
sense he knew...I didn't have any idea what I was doing.

    "Still going to sell me ?"  I kept licking, up and down and then took the 
head of his penis into my mouth.

    It was more like a "Uuuughhhhh !"  It almost didn't sound human.  I slid 
my lips further down his shaft and the sound became louder.

    I removed my mouth from his penis and asked again.  He started shaking his 
head back and forth, whispering "Please" over and over again.  I had him in my 
mouth again...A lot further than the last time.  It was natural, I imagine ?  
I started doing with my mouth what I do with my hand.  My lips were slick with 
saliva and it was easy to slide them up and down his pole.  Every few seconds 
he'd tense up and start breathing like crazy...Real fast short breaths and 
then my mouth was being flooded with his semen.  I knew it was coming 
but...Shit !  I had no idea what it was going to be like ?

    A thought flashed through my head as my mouth filled up with his seed.  
What the hell do I do with it ?  It was leaking down his shaft, I couldn't 
hold it in.  He was getting soft so I had more room in my mouth.  I know I 
swallowed some of it but a lot of it ended up in his pubic hair and on his 
testicles.

    He was looking down at me when I looked up at him.  I could feel his semen 
dribbling down my cheek and onto my chin.  His hands were in my hair and then 
his tongue was in my mouth.  He licked it off my face and we traded it between 
us until it was gone.  We ate it all up.

                       Rosario, Baja California, Mexico

    He'd been surfing for who knows how long when I finally rose.  I figured 
by the position of the sun it was probably a little earlier than when I woke 
yesterday in the station wagon.  I was on my elbows watching him turn back and 
forth across the face of about a shoulder high wave.  Every once and a while 
he'd run to the nose for a second or two then scamper back to the tail and 
start carving turns back and forth.

    I counted to fifty-eight before the ride ended and he was very close to 
shore.  I didn't want to tempt him.  I knew I would.  So I laid back down when 
he finally kicked out of the wave.  I just noticed.  I had my bathing suit on 
but didn't remember putting it back on after we got naked.....

    We were lying head to toe facing each other and passing a joint back and 
forth.  "This could lead to a lot of options."  I thought he was talking about 
a relationship, maybe not ?  We were pretty fucked up at the time.  I'd 
occasionally catch him staring at my crotch.

    He was smiling at me as he ground the joint out in the sand.  His hand ran 
up my hip and I was electric again.  I reached for his dick and he was pulling 
my hips toward his face.  I was on top of him and his tongue was already 
exploring the crack of my ass.

    "Oooooh !"  It was long and drawn out before I realized it was me.  His 
tongue was in me and rooting around again.  His penis was growing before my 
eyes so I rose to my elbows and started to tease it with my tongue.  I had him 
in my mouth and was making noise as I slid my lips up and down his dick.  He 
was almost as hard as he was a while ago.

    I spit him out of my mouth and struggled to my knees.  His mouth stayed 
glued to my vagina as I rose and I wasn't sure I could support myself.  His 
tongue was inside of me, fucking me, pumping in and out of my wet hole.  I was 
going to have another orgasm.  I was making noise...A hoarse breathing...Here 
it came...The shaking, the moving and then the glow of heat climbing up my 
belly and covering my chest.  The tingling wasn't as intense as the first time 
but like a thousand ants marching, it spread over me after the heat.

    I bent my head and took him into my mouth.  He started growing 
immediately.  This was a new experience.  The tingling continued to attack my 
crotch, his tongue still active in between my legs.  He was hard enough to 
pump in and out of my mouth.  My head bobbed over his groin like an oil 
derrick.  He was starting to thrust back at me and I could feel the end of his 
dick against the back of my throat.  Another inch and I could wrap my lips 
around the base of his dick.

    His pubic hair was wet with the mess of his earlier orgasm and my nose got 
buried in it with every stroke...And let me tell you, he was stroking.  His 
hand came to the back of my head and I knew he was going to drown me in cum.  

    I was ready and gulped and gulped as his seed shot out the head of his 
dick.  I kept sucking and swallowing until he was still, his penis a 
shriveled, wrinkled shadow of what it had been just a few moments ago.  I 
licked my lips.  There was hardly any cum on them.....

    He was talking but I was still way behind him thinking of last night.  
Something about making a purchase...And meeting some people...I'd have to ask 
him what the hell he was talking about ?  We'd left a little after ten.

    I was still lounging on the sleeping bag when he got out of the ocean.  I 
seriously considered taking my suit off and greeting him naked in the sun 
light.  I knew he wouldn't be able to resist.  But I didn't.  I really don't 
know why ?

    He was a little tense as we ate breakfast and pushed a little as we 
cleaned up.  We'd hung my dress and his shirt up before dinner last night.  I 
didn't see much improvement but he insisted I wear it.  Tennis shoes, too...No 
sandals.  He produced two floppy mexican looking sombreros and instructed me 
how to pack my hair up into the crown.  He did the same with his.

    It was about an hour drive into town...Jesus !  Getting up that little 
hill scared the shit out of me.  Out on the highway, he started talking.  He 
made me repeat it about a dozen times but then that was after he told me what 
we were doing.

    "...No shit !  Tell me, now.  It's up to you.  I'm not saying there's no 
risk but I've done it before...I imagine that in a few years they'll get wise 
to it...And maybe, they're tracking the number of boards you take down and 
maybe the colors but it's worked four times for me.  Financed a lot of good 
times at college.  If you don't think you can pull it off...Don't be shy...Say 
so.  I don't want to spend any jail time down here either but these people 
have never fucked me over before and I don't see why they would start now.  
Everybody down here likes Mr. Buffalo...He's a polite, respectful visitor to 
their country.  Never tries to cheat them...Treat their stuff like it's my 
own...Always clean up my trash, even the dumps I take in the brush.  I respect 
their customs and traditions...I may not be family but I'm probably as close 
to it as a gringo can get...But that all could be bullshit, too !"

    Oh !  God...The enormity of it.  He's laughing.  "...not like we're 
smuggling in a ton.  Shit !  Cathy, I'm only talking about a couple of kilos, 
fits in a shopping bag.  Just a little heavy.  But the bottom line is you 
being able to pull it off.  I'm telling you everything I know but each time 
was different.  You never want to give them a pattern.  This time I'm bringing 
a lady...Last time I was alone."

    $500...It was a huge amount.  More than I could spend in a year at school.  
My mom had already given me the lecture about maybe having to work for 
spending money...Maybe, even room and board...Four months room and board.  I 
could still work and maybe even save a little.  His confidence was seeping 
into my will.  He went over it again and I repeated it back to him another 
three times.  We'd never be far from each other except when he went to get the 
dope.

    I was calmer and more confident than I figured I would be when we parked 
in the parking lot.  The shops were about a block away and there were a lot of 
California license plates filling the lot.  We were wearing dark glasses.  
Nobody could miss us.  We looked like a pair ho-daddies from the valley, he 
said.  I laughed.  We had lunch and he pointed out the shop we were to visit.  
We were both scanning the crowd out in the street.

    I found them first.  Perfect.  I even knew her.  I described them until he 
acknowledged me and was stoked I knew them.  He left and I followed behind 
them about a half a block.  They were just wandering through the shops.  Dad, 
mom and my friend, Micki.  We weren't close or anything but did take a couple 
of classes together.

    Like a vision, he appeared out of a shop between me and Micki and her 
family.  He was carrying a shopping bag.  He came right toward me calling out, 
"I got the boots, honey."  I almost laughed but instead quickened my pace 
toward him.  The family was coming out of the next shop.

    "Micki !"  I called.  She whirled.  In less than ten seconds we were in 
deep conversation about the bargains.  On your way South or North ?  Buffalo 
was at my side waiting patiently to be introduced.  The parents turned back 
and now there was five of us.  We were part of a group.  Camouflage !

    It was about three o'clock and they were getting ready to head back to the 
states...Los Estados Unidos, that is.  Willy was asking the father if it was 
ok if we followed them for a while as his engine was heating up.  The father 
was happy to help.  "Sure...As far as you want."

    We're on our way.  They had bags and bundles...All we had was the boots 
and two kilos of hemp...The best fucking plant in the world.  When he started 
counting to a hundred, I knew we were close.  We'd slowly fallen behind our 
back up, as he called them.  I don't think they missed us and I sure hope they 
kept on going.  Buffalo mentioned that we were spending the night at the 
beach.  Let me tell you that raised some eye brows.

                               The Rocket ship

    He produced what looked like a green cigar.  "A bonus, for being a cool 
guy.  That's what Juan said.  He called it a rocket ship...Said it would take 
us to the moon...I was hoping for Jupiter or something way out there.  Light 
it up, beautiful."  He was driving very slowly, no more than five, six miles 
an hour.  Like he'd memorized the bad spots, we would swing from side to side 
as the brush scrapped against the side of the car.  Now, I knew why he drove a 
piece of shit car.

    The joint was a third gone and laying in the ash tray.  "No way I can make 
this any better."  He yelled as we made the sharp right turn and started down.  
I slid across the seat and held on to his waist as we bounced down to the 
cleared out area.

    "Willy..." I whispered.  He leaned his head down to hear me over the 
scraping sounds coming from both sides of the station wagon.  "...be like with 
me on your lap and you deep inside me."  He jerked up and stared into my eyes.  
His eyes were almost opaque...He was some place else and trying to draw me 
there.  The bouncing stopped abruptly and he drove straight for the sand.

    He was coming around the back of the station wagon and on the way, lowered 
the tail gate.  He was helping me out of the car.  His dick was easy to see in 
his shorts.  I was up against the side of the station wagon and I could feel 
him against my belly.  His hands were running up and down my sides, brushing 
against my tits every trip.  His tongue was like it was last night in my 
vagina, exploring every crevice of my mouth.

    I was hanging on to his neck as he picked me up by the ass and sat me on 
the end of the tail gate.  I don't think we were going to eat this time.  The 
sky was turning all sorts of colors as he bunched my skirt up around my waist 
and then my panties were coming down.  My legs spread as he pulled them off 
over my tennis shoes and tossed them into the back of the station wagon.  He 
was staring at my sex.  I felt wet and all he'd done was kiss me and fondle my 
tits and ass a little.

    He started fooling with his shorts but I stopped him; unsnapped, unzipped  
and dropped them to the ground.  His cock was standing tall out of the fly in 
his boxer shorts.  Down they went.  My hunger was intense.  I pulled him by 
the dick between my legs and felt the power again.  He was mine but soon I 
would become his.  Consumed by his penis as I'd been consumed by his mouth.  I 
just knew this would be different from the past.

    He was moving my wrist up and down which rubbed the head of his penis up 
and down my slit.  His other hand was clearing away some hair and now I felt 
him at the portal of my sex.  I released him and felt the shaft of his dick 
sink into my belly.  My legs were splayed and he was leaning over me.  He 
kissed me and filled me at the same time.  I went crazy and started hunching 
up against him like a dog in heat.  He was fucking me like no one ever had.  
Hard, deep stokes...My legs were spasaming around his middle as he drove his 
dick in and out of my very willing body.

    I could feel the sweat being soaked up by my dress.  He was straining over 
me.  His eyes staring into mine, sweat beading up on his forehead and then he 
lit up like fire works.  I could feel his penis spew forth it's treasure.  My 
insides were coated with him.  He was still fucking me, hard and fast.  My 
legs gave out and slid over the back of the tail gate.  He stayed in me until 
his shrunken warrior slipped out.

    We bathed in the ocean and then used one of the jugs of water to shower.  
Wow !  What a freak out.  Standing in dishwashing tubs and having your lover 
pour water over your head while you caresses the salt brine off your body.  He 
went after me and then we were on the sleeping bags and it was non-stop sex 
until I was sore.  The last time was the best.  I was on my knees and he was 
just driving himself in and out of me like a machine.  I was cuming about 
every minute and about to fall to my stomach.  My thighs ached and I could 
feel my vagina start to get raw...That had never happened before but then I'd 
never been fucked before.

    Like he knew I was going to collapse, he yanked me by the hips and then 
leaned over me.  His cock pulled about half way out.  One arm was around my 
breasts, a hand cupping one.  His other was between my legs, rubbing my mound.  
He was a puppet master and I was his puppet.  I was going to cum again and he 
wasn't even thrusting.

    "Sore ?"  I just nodded as the flush over came me, the tingling running up 
and down my arms and legs.  Sweat was dribbling down my neck and there was a 
wet film of perspiration between us.  He pulled out of me and then started 
running his boner up and down the crack of my ass.  He was holding my cheeks 
together and let me tell you there was enough juice back there to last a life 
time.

    My back felt cool as the perspiration evaporated and he was starting to 
grunt and groan as he ran his cock up and down my ass furrow.  I felt the 
first spurt land on my back but the rest was mixed with our sweat and juices 
from earlier.  I slept for a long time with a towel between my legs after he 
wiped my behind.

    Just as before, he was surfing when I woke.  I was naked this morning and 
didn't think I'd wear clothes at all today.  Then I remembered the soreness.  
God !  I almost doubled the number of times I'd done it in one night.  Wow !

    I was cooking the bacon when he got out of the water.  I was in my swim 
suit.  He crouched down behind me and whispered, "Glad you're clothed.  If you 
weren't...I might just have to ravish your body again and then we might not 
get our shit together and that would be a big fucking mistake.  Tonight...I'm 
yours...What ever your mind can envision."

    After breakfast, he broke the skeg off the blue board and then hollowed 
out the foam after removing the tail block.  He molded the bricks of dope and 
forced them up into the surfboard then fitted some of the foam back in and 
started sanding.  There were ten of them, over twenty pounds.

    "Aah...I thought you said just a couple of pounds ?"

    "Well...There's two of us...And this may be the last time...Some how I 
don't think the air force would approve of this type of entrepreneurial 
spirit."

    I was about to ask him how he could rationalize what we were doing with 
what he was going to start doing in the Fall ?  Like he knew it was coming he 
started.

    "You ever speed ?"  I nodded my head.  "Well, that's really bad shit.  You 
could kill someone because you're speeding...So there's a reason for that law.  
How many laws have no reason at all other than one group of people trying to 
form or shape another group ?  That's kind of how I look at it.  They tell you 
to get smart, go to school and then try to feed you some shit about one thing 
or another...Look at the Kennedy shooting...They still haven't unfucked that.  
I don't think they ever will."

    I just stared.  He continued.  "Now, I'm joining up...A lot of guys my age 
are opting out of that by taking the eight year plan at college.  I've got the 
feeling this draft thing is going to really get out of hand.  There are people 
up North talking about civil disobedience...Like what the black people are 
doing in the South.  So, anyway...I'm going in and I'm going to Viet 
Nam...Going to volunteer.  If the people of this country think it's important 
enough to send some of their sons over there to die then...Well, I just think 
I ought to go see what it's really like.  I'm sure in the end it'll just be a 
lot of bullshit but I'm going."

    I'm sure he could never use that in any legal argument but it kind of made 
sense.  But anarchy always sounds cool to young people.  He was glassing 
before lunch but left the skeg broken, hanging by some fiberglass from the 
bottom of the board.

    "A little realism.  Now let's go surfing !"  He took me out on his board 
and we rode tandem.  Now, I only got up once and he was holding me but it was 
a kick in the ass.  We got righteously stoned before dinner and while he was 
cleaning up, I went to relieve myself.  I dabbed on some perfume and came back 
to the small camp fire wearing nothing else.  The light flickered over my 
body.  He was sitting on one of the sleeping bags, smoking on that same joint 
he got from whoever he did the deal with.

    When he looked back he fell to his back and motioned me over to him.  I 
thought the shock of seeing me naked would ignite the power I had over him but 
as soon as he flopped to his back I knew I was his.  He drew me over and I 
stood, looking down at him.  He was sliding his trunks down and I knew I'd do 
anything he wanted, soreness or no soreness.  His cock was turgid and growing 
by the second.  I was excited, could feel the clamminess between my legs.

    "You're beautiful...Come on...sit right here."  He was patting his chest 
and I knew he was going to drive me crazy.  I put a foot on either side of him 
and squatted down over his chest.  His hands cupped my fanny and guided my 
open crotch toward his face.  He held me away and then teased the tip of his 
tongue through the hair and into my labia.  I tried to suffocate him several 
times and twice he had to move me away and clear some pubic hair out of his 
mouth.  I must have cum a hundred times as his tongue played over my labia and 
clitoris.

    He kept asking me if I like this or that and all of it was so fucking good 
that I was chanting "Yes !" over and over again.  I finally rolled off him and 
curled up into a ball of quivering flesh, pulsating on the sleeping bag.  He 
started at my heels, up my calves, my thighs and then his tongue was between 
the cheeks of my ass and I was yelling "Yes !" as loud as I could.  He ended 
up nibbling on the back of my neck.

    I don't know how long we slept but he was snoring softly when I moved away 
from him.  The fire was out and it was very dark.  I lit up the last of joint.  
He called it a roach.  We were using a split match as a roach clip.  He rolled 
over on to his back and I put the roach down.

    I was leaning over and blowing my warm breath on his scrotum and penis.  I 
saw it twitch and knew I was going to drive him to the same place he drove me.  
He was mine and I was going to consume him.  When his penis twitched again, I 
ran my tongue up his entire length.

    I looked up at him and sensed him staring at me.  I could hardly see his 
face.  "Don't you dare stop, Cathy...Don't even think about it.  Suck the life 
right out of me, honey.  Now...No teasing."  He was insistent but I teased.  I 
started at his balls and licked them until they were wet.  His cock was hard 
and straight up against his belly.  I licked to the tip and then asked what 
he'd like me to do.

    He pointed to the place and I drove my tongue into the grove right under 
the head of his penis.  He groaned.  And then I swallowed as much of him as I 
could.  His boner quivered in my mouth and throbbed with heat.  My mouth was 
like a pump...Up and down my lips went as I held his dick straight up.  He was 
throwing his head back and forth on the sleeping bag and talking a bunch of 
gibberish.

    My tongue was back at the grove and he was a bug on hot skillet below me.  
Back to sucking and I knew he was close.  The explosion was quick.  Two, maybe 
three spurts of semen rushed out of his penis and I was gargling his seed.  He 
kept saying, "Oh !  God !" over and over again.  I didn't stop until he was 
soft and wrinkly.  He was asleep.

    The next morning, our last full day, I greeted him when he got out of the 
surf by sitting bare ass naked on the tailgate with my legs spread.  "Your 
breakfast is ready, master."  God !  He was an animal and ate me for over an 
hour, finally reaming his tongue into my anus after teasing my rosebud for 
five minutes or so.  I was a wreck and could hardly struggle to a sitting 
position after he finished.

    We sunbathed and surfed and ate most of our food.  Tomorrow was the trip 
home...And the boarder crossing.  I'd almost forgotten about the dope.  That 
night, we ate each other for desert and slept in each others arms until he got 
up to surf.  He wanted to be out of here by eight...Noon would be busy time at 
the boarder.

    I was packing some shit in the station wagon.  He came up behind me and 
then his arms were around me.  He smelled of ocean and fresh air and camp fire 
and sex.  I could smell it on him and imagined that I smelled the same way.

    "I think we need to be totally relaxed for the crossing."  My bottoms were 
on the way down.  They ended up around my ankles.  His boner was between the 
cheeks of my ass.  Then his face was plastered to my behind, his tongue 
running around between the cheeks of my butt.  I put my forearms on the 
tailgate and he devoured me, my cunt, my asshole.  The cheeks of my butt were 
tingly with a whole lot of tiny bites.

    "Fuck me...Willy !"  It was begging.  I wasn't proud anymore.  I wanted 
him to fuck my brains out.  Wanted that tingly feeling, the heat, the 
exhaustion.  He was up and forcing a not very hard dick into me.  Only the 
head was in but he was pumping like a fool.  I could feel it grow right into 
my cunt and I was yelling and screaming.

    He was out of his mind, just fucking me like an animal.  I could hear his 
belly slapping against my behind.  His cock now hard as stone and drilling in 
and out of me at an ever increasing speed.  I was slick, wet and then we 
started cuming...The rush of his semen coating my insides and the heat from my 
belly consuming our lust.  He was thrust full into me and I could feel his 
muscle spasm in my belly, my vagina was quivering around the pole of flesh 
inside me.  I wondered if he could feel me ?

                       Palos Verdes Estates, California

    We were standing on my front porch.  I didn't want him to leave...Wanted 
it to start all over.  He was playing with my hair when my mother opened the 
front door.  I thought she'd be at work by now ?  Maybe she was distraught, 
finding her only daughter missing for who knows how long ?

    The boarder crossing had been anti-climatic.  Willy pulled in behind 
another family of people and even went up and talked with the guy while we 
were waiting in line.  I could hardly contain my laughter.  He made a big deal 
of saying good-bye as the guy pulled into the customs area.

    "Maybe they'll think we're with them and just do a once over...Always a 
chance."  We were both disappointed when they flagged our back up over for a 
more thorough search.

    "Good afternoon, sir.  We're both american citizens."  Buffalo was holding 
out our birth certificates and driver's licensees.  He also had the note from 
where ever.

    "How long you two been in mexico ?"  Willy was very straight forward with 
the officer and I was crossing my fingers that he'd wave us through.  "Looks 
like one of you wiped out."

    "Yea...Dumb surf bunny...I've got to get it fixed before I have to report 
to Lackland air force base.  Going to try to be a pilot in the air force."  I 
was flushing with embarrassment.

    The guard laughed and told him he'd have to cut his hair.  Willy laughed 
while nodding his head up and down.  Almost as an after thought he asked, "You 
folks bring any liquor with you ?"  He was staring at me.

    "Probably a couple of bottles of beer rolling around under the seats but 
that's all."

    "Thanks...Drive safely."  He waved us through.  I realized that I was 
breathing in short, quick breaths.

    "Don't take it personal...It was part of the mirage that just floated 
through the boarder."  He was pumping his arms up and down as we accelerated 
away from the boarder.  "I've decided you show promise and have awarded you, 
let's see now...You've got six weekends left before you have to leave for 
school ?"  I nodded about to say something cute and flippant.  "Then six it 
is.  We'll leave real early, about three or so and meet the sun when it hits 
the water at pendleton...Spend the whole day...Even have dinner...Get you home 
about ten at night...Your mother buy that ?"  I'd kill her if she didn't.

    I was doing the same now as my mother glared at me...Blushing and 
breathing in short, choppy breaths.  Willy bowed at the waist and announced.  
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Naylor.  I must confess it was all my idea.  I kidnapped 
your daughter off the public streets and liberated her to the country of 
mexico.  Our time in mexico was full of unspeakable debaucheries and at one 
point I was offered a thousand pesos for the flower of your life.  I refused 
and instead, enlisted her support in smuggling a ton of mar-ji-wana into los 
estados unidos.  After selling the dope, I'm going to propose marriage and 
we'll live happily ever after and I'll deliver you dozens of grand children."

    He was still bowed at the waist, his hair falling down toward the ground, 
almost reaching it.  It was over.  My mother was in awe of him, just as I was.  
I could see it in her eyes.  They wrinkled up and then her lips curled and she 
was laughing.  Relief showed on her face.

    By early September, I was standing and actually riding waves by myself.  I 
was so fucking excited I could hardly contain myself.  I kept it a secret but 
could hardly wait to tell my boy friend that I learned from Buffalo while he 
was at baseball camp.

    Each of our trips were identical but somehow he always managed to make 
them a brand new adventure.  Oh !  Yea !  We had a lot of sex.  I think we 
spent as much time fucking as we did surfing.

    When my boy friend saw me lugging the board down to the water that first 
day at Torrance, he laughed.  He wasn't laughing a half hour later after I'd 
caught three waves to his one.  He sensed we were drifting apart and I think 
he was thankful.  He envisioned college as one endless race after pussy.  I 
wanted to graduate and get on with life.  I was focused, ready to do it.

                             After Christmas 1965

    Niki Naylor was on her way to the door.  It was just a little after one 
and she was still in her robe.  It was her day off.  She looked out the spy 
hole and didn't recognize him at all, initially thought he was a police 
officer.  He stepped back and waved toward the door like he knew she was 
there.

    "Jesus !  I hardly recognized him...His tan is gone and his hair.  Oh !  
God !  Cathy, he's like a shorn sheep.  But he looks so handsome in the 
uniform..."  I felt a pang of jealousy as my mother described the night 
lieutenant Tamarack treated her to.  The emptiness fanned out from my stomach 
and when I got off the phone, I was depressed.  I set the alarm for 
four-thirty...Wanted to get some sliding in before my first class.....

    The panel truck had pulled right up in to the drive way, late in the 
afternoon of Christmas eve.  The driver was no more than seventeen with bottle 
bleached hair.  My heart was beating a mile a minute as painted on the side of 
the panel truck was the decal of the surf shop where he used to work.  The guy 
had a card in his hand.

    "Miss Cathy Naylor ?"  I just nodded.  He held out the card.  I took it.  
"Got some shit from Buffalo for you.  He made me promise to deliver it 
personal."  He was on the way to the van and I was tearing the envelope open.

              Cath,
              If there's no risk, it's probably not worth doing
              Hope you use the stick and the wet suit often while
              you're away at college...Aaah...You going to have a
              few days free Summer of '67 to go surfing with a
              pilot ?  A fighter pilot, because that's what I'm
              going to be.
                                  Peace, Buffalo

    Oh !  Fuck !  That was so far away.  The kid was carrying a brand new 
light blue surfboard with a rather large box under his other arm.  "He shaped 
and glassed it himself...He wanted me to sneak that into the conversation."  I 
just sat by the tree and stared at it for a long time.  Below the decal was a 
kind of a plaque...Buffalo Tamarack signature model.  I felt flushed and the 
depression spread throughout my body.....

    I'd had a lot of that lately, felt empty...He'd written and told me he 
just might be able to spend a few days during Christmas but then never showed 
up.  I was walking down the beach in my wet suit, custom made...The guy said.  
It fit me like a glove and now I knew why he took all those measurements - all 
naked, of course and then we were at each other.  I felt the emptiness in the 
pit of my stomach.

    I remembered Christmas morning, throwing off my bathrobe and stripping off 
my night gown.  My mother was staring at me strangely as I pulled the wet suit 
on.  I was bouncing up and down a little and my tits were jiggling.  My mother 
knew...Don't ask me how ?  But she knew everything.

    The way she looked at me was different.  I wasn't her little girl anymore.  
I was a woman.  She was jealous that I'd been loved.  She must miss that.  I 
wondered if daddy made her feel the way Buffalo made me feel ?

    And then my mother calls and tells me she had dinner with him, went 
drinking with him.  They both got drunk and went dancing, even.  The heat in 
my stomach dissipated after I caught the first wave and by the time I was back 
in the dorm...I was focused again.

                                 January 1967

    A group of us were watching the war on TV.  I was disgusted with it all.  
He graduated last week and was off to a whole bunch of schools.  Survival was 
first and then water survival...Nice place to be...Florida in March.  Then A-1 
training and then the war.  He'd be there this Summer.  But he promised me at 
least thirty-days of leave before he went to war.

    I'd already told my mom that we were going to stay at the house 
together...The same room...Or we'd find something for the month.  Mother 
didn't even argue...Even asked if he had friend.  We both laughed over that.  
I was considering staying for Summer school as his leave wasn't until late 
Summer but the surf up here was so poor in the Summer.

    He'd called this afternoon but I missed it...Was surfing.  I was pissed.  
Wished it didn't get dark so early.  There was a good swell in and I was 
anxious for the morning.

    My roommate usually had a lot to say after he called.  I'd missed him 
before.  Today, he either had little to say or my roommate was keeping 
something from me.  I felt a rumble in my stomach.  I was hungry for a 
man...Hadn't been totally faithful but then we'd never talked about it and I 
was sure he probably did the same thing.  I'd slept with a couple of guys in 
the last year and a half...Sometimes it was good, sometimes it wasn't.  I 
wondered if I'd have the balls to tell him ?  I wondered if he'd tell me ?  I 
slept with the pillow between my legs.

    It was crystal clear but cold, Saturday morning.  There were just a couple 
out but it was hardly light.  I'd get some quality time in before the crowd.  
I was waxing up, on my knees in the sand...Looking out at the waist high 
swells wrapping around the point.

    "Been any good lately ?"  I froze and started shaking, I had so much 
energy released inside of me.  He was squatting about a yard away, his board 
tucked between his thighs and stomach.  His wet suit was the same from years 
ago.  It hung on him.

    I hadn't seen him or heard him approach and hardly recognized him.  The 
hair was a little longer than what my mother described but he was skinny as a 
rail and white as a ghost.

    "You're going to freeze your ass off wearing that thing."  I was smiling, 
ear to ear.  So was he.

    "Yea !  You're probably right but I'm pretty sure I can convince a certain 
young lady I know to do all kinds of despicable things with me later and that 
ought to warm me up, so let's go surfing !"  He was up and heading toward the 
water and I followed.

    He surfed like a kook, all uncoordinated and must have fallen a dozen 
times during the session.  I gave him inordinate amounts of shit !  I was 
surfing better than he was and I was by no means very good.  But then he 
reached down and captured something.  One minute he's kook McGerk and the next 
he's Dora at the 'bu on the perfect day.

    I was paddling back out and watched as he was scratching for a pretty good 
size wave.  He was up and I thought he would fall.  He was too far back and 
the curl was rushing after him.  It was going to eat him and then he was 
stepping forward on the board and like a sling shot his board accelerates away 
from the white water...He's on the nose, hanging ten...Arms in the air and 
yelling just like that time in mexico.  I've got goose bumps.

    He was heading right toward me, still on the nose.  Like a cat he was back 
peddling and throwing this huge rooster tail of spray all over me.  I ducked 
through the lip and he was beside me, pulling me off the board and we were in 
each others arms and kissing.  That was all the surfing for the day.

    We were like children, running up the beach toward the road.  He led the 
way and stopped right beside a brand new volkswagen van...What the hippies 
were calling a bus...Gray and shinny in the mid-morning sun.  He was talking 
about the straps he wanted to hang from the inside roof...To cradle the 
surfboards and the mattress that was going to go in the back.

    I dropped my board and hugged him from behind.  "Shut up, fighter pilot, 
get the fucking boards in the van and let's go back to the dorm and get 
naked."  When he drove right by the dorm, I badgered him again.  "You stupid 
fighter pilot, the dorm is over there."  He reached across me and opened the 
glove compartment.  Lying with all the manuals and shit they give you with a 
new car was a baggie of dope and a package of zigzags.

    "Roll'em if you got'em...And I hope you've been exercising your love 
muscle because if you haven't it might sting a little tomorrow morning when we 
go surfing."  The van was filled with bellowing laughter as we exited the 
university.

    He had a room...More like a suite at a Holiday Inn or something like that.  
We finished the joint in the bathroom while stripping off our wet suits and 
his dick was hard as steel when I wrapped my hand around it.  It was cool to 
the touch and his pubic hair was all wrapped around his penis.  His mouth was 
on my breasts, my nipples were like diamonds and he was chewing on them.

    That little heater they put in the ceilings of motel bathrooms was heating 
up the room.  The shower was going full blast, filling the room with steam and 
I was sitting on his face.  No shit !  Squatting, holding on to the sink.  His 
tongue was painting me from asshole to clitoris.  I was grunting and groaning.  
He pushed me away and folded me in half on the floor.  My legs were up around 
his shoulders.  He had his hands stretched out above my head, holding his 
weight off me.

    "Put it in, Cathy.  Then hold on for blast off."  I squeezed my hand down 
there and rubbed his dick in my very wet pussy.  He was counting down,  "Ten, 
nine, eight, seven..."  I could feel my cunt nibbling on the head of his cock.  
My cunt was alive...Wanted to feel more alive.  The electricity was just 
beginning, the heat of my body and the bathroom already consuming me.  
"...two, one..."  I didn't hear the zero.  My ear drums exploded in sound.  He 
was yelling at the top of his lungs.  "Blast off !"

    Only my ankles and cunt were touching him.  I don't think his belly ever 
came in contact with the back of my thighs or my butt...But his cock was like 
light speed, pumping in and out of my cunt...It was like he was there but he 
wasn't and then the bomb went off.  I was an animal below him.  My nails 
digging into his shoulders.

    My cunt was hemorrhaging semen.  My bush felt like a swamp.  He was still 
fucking me.  Jesus !  We'd never done it in bed and here we were, on the tile 
floor of the bathroom.  But I couldn't feel a thing against my back, just his 
cock caressing the walls of my vagina as it pumped in and out of me.  I was 
cuming again, digging my finger nails into him and humping up at him like I 
was bewitched.

    The shower was anti-climatic.  We actually washed each other without any 
fooling around.  We were anticipating the bed.  It was huge.  The red light on 
the phone was blinking when we entered the bedroom.  Buffalo went right to it.

    "Lieutenant Buffalo Tamarack, cong killer extrordinaire, speaking."  He 
listened for a bit.  "Well...My friend...I apologize profusely and promise to 
be a little more...How shall we say it ?  Less exuberant in the future.  Could 
you please give me the number to the bar ?"  He waited and motioned for me to 
disrobe.  I had the towel wrapped around me.  Off it came and I was moving 
toward him.  He thanked the guy and was dialing.  His towel came off and his 
cock was getting hard.

    He was ordering a "...bottle of your best champagne...Make that two and 
deliver one to room 247...Oh !  God !  What are you doing ?  What ?  What ?"  
I was licking up the inside of his left thigh, wasn't even to testicle level 
yet and he was like a tower pointing out of his groin.  I felt guilty.  He'd 
obviously been saving himself for me.

    He was mumbling incoherently into the phone.  I licked up his side until I 
was standing against him.  I took the phone out of his hand and told the guy 
the room number, "...and don't deliver it for a half an hour."  I hung up and 
he was lying back on the bed, holding his cock straight up.

    We were coupled in less than a second.  He had his hands back behind his 
head.  "My turn...Or is it your turn...Maybe, it's our turn...But you're doing 
the work.  Get us off, Cathy."  I started laboring above him and watched his 
brow furrow as I pumped my cunt up and down his hardon.  It felt like a big 
knob in my stomach and I was greasy between my legs.

    I could feel my meat cling to him on the way up and then that full feeling 
as I impaled myself on him.  He told me to turn around because he wanted to 
watch the most beautiful fanny in the world.  I couldn't move fast enough.  As 
my butt rose and fell over his body, his cock was sliding in and out of my 
very wet cunt...I felt his knuckle or maybe his finger poking against my anus 
on every down stroke.

    I pumped my butt harder and felt the tip of his finger enter my asshole.  
It was exquisite !  And then I was cuming...Out of control.  I was on my side 
and he was still in me, both my vagina and my asshole.  He was driving them 
both in and out of me like a stallion.  I was going off about every stroke and 
then he was flooding my cunt with cum.

    We were sweaty under the blankets but the room air was cold against our 
wet skin.  My head was on his chest.  I was a swamp between my legs.  His hand 
was in my hair, running his fingers through it.

    "Well...Any of these college boys give you an "E" ticket ride like that ?"  
I was silent.  In a flash he was out of bed and I thought he was pissed.  He 
was dressing.  I was panicked.  What the fuck was I going to do ?  He was 
pulling on his coat, his wings shinny against the blue.  I was out of bed and 
then the door bell rang.

    He was standing at the door and turned back to me.  I was still naked.  
Not quite sure where my wet suit was ?  "Back in bed, beautiful.  I want you 
on an elbow showing the bulge of your tits against the sheet...Maybe...Yea !  
One leg out of the covers, showing a lot of skin...I want this guy to have a 
reltne when he leaves the door...It'd be cool if he got one while I was 
tipping him."

    I flushed, my legs were weak.  "Well...Do you want him to get the whole 
picture ?  Shit !  He'll pass out...All the blood will rush to the head of his 
dick and he'll keel over.  Get into bed, beautiful...The leg and bust will be 
enough."

    He turned to open the door and the guy's eyes immediately went to me lying 
in bed.  He had two ice buckets with bottles of champagne in both of them.  
Willy stepped aside after taking the bill from him.  The guy's eyes never left 
me.

    "Over by the bed, if you would, please...Just one of them.  The other goes 
next door...247.  Tell them we're sorry...Better yet."  He rushed over to the 
desk and wrote out a little note for the people next door.  I was having a 
staring contest with the room service guy.  I kept moving my bare leg up and 
down my covered one.  My hip was bare and no shit !  I could see the guy 
starting to get a hardon.

    He had a difficult time concentrating on Buffalo as he gave him 
instructions and kept trying to sneak peeks at me.  I was on fire...Felt like 
the sexiest thing in the world.

    The guy finally left.  Buffalo turned and leaned against the door.  "What 
time you get up this morning ?"  I was still rubbing my leg up and down.  He 
was staring through me...Like he could see all I'd done.  I knew, he knew.  I 
couldn't hide it from him.  I was flushing, felt hot, had a fever.

    "Well...What time ?"

    I told him.

    His eyes never left mine as he picked up the phone and spoke into it.  
"Wake up call for room 245...Zero four-thirty.  Yea !  That's right...Zero 
four-thirty...You want to go surfing with us ?"  He laughed into the telephone 
and then was taking off his uniform.  He got on top of the covers and started 
rubbing my bare thigh.

    "Well...Where were we...I seem to remember asking...No, begging for a 
little encouragement.  Maybe, a pat on the back.  Something like...'Oh !  
Willy !  You're the best !'  Because you are the best partner I've ever shared 
intimacies with...Hands down...No close seconds...No crossed fingers."  His 
face was coming close to mine and his voice was becoming softer.  His tongue 
was in my mouth and I melted.

    I gave him a blow job that lasted over a half an hour, bringing him to the 
point of no return several times before swallowing everything he could pump 
into my mouth.  I looked at his watch and freaked out.  It wasn't even noon 
yet and we were drinking champagne and already made love three times.  God !  
I'm not sure I can last another sixteen hours in this room with him.  He may 
fuck me to death...Taking my last breath with his meat drilling in and out of 
me.  Oh !  God !  Never let this end.  Oh !  Please...I'll even start going 
back to mass...I promise !

    He insisted I go to class but stayed until Tuesday.  He left the van with 
me and even had it registered in my name...Insured, too !  I was to pick him 
up at L.A.X. when he got finished with all this training...A couple of days on 
the hill and then two full weeks at the Secret Spot.  I got wet every time I 
thought about it.  I went seven full months without getting laid...And it was 
hard at times.  It's funny !?  We never talked about it...Not once, after he 
gave me his little talk.  I felt it just didn't matter any more.  He'd always 
come back...That's what he was telling me.  So I cut out the extracurricular 
activities and went to mass a lot...Don't ask me why ?

                                Before the War

    He'd called the last five nights...Always the same...That old Beach Boy's 
song about; "...go surfing now, everybody's leaning how..."  That's it, just 
the song...No talking, nothing but the song.  It was the night before.  I was 
supposed to pick him up tomorrow.  I remember laughing.  My mom was standing 
right behind me while I talked.  He was teasing me.  "...wear any panties...A 
skirt would be best.  Then I can just lift it up and we could go at it.  I 
might be able to wait until we get to the van..."

    My mother in the background:  "Is he coming ?  Is he coming ?"  I kept 
nodding my head in her direction but it was like she was blind.  She was as 
excited as I was.

    He was rambling on.  "...tell your mother that I'm not coming yet...I'll 
at least wait until I get near you...Now, whatever you do, don't bring your 
mother."  He paused.  "...second thought...She got a boy friend yet ?"  He was 
waiting for an answer and I was laughing so hard, I couldn't.  I finally 
struggled out "no."  "...bring her along...Picture this...Your mother...Well, 
you get first choice.  What do you want ?"

    I know I was turning red.  My mother grabbed the phone from me.  "What 
time, Buffalo.  My daughter is about to die of embarrassment...What are you 
teasing her with ?  Maybe I should tag along tomorrow to keep you two out of 
trouble ?"

    I could hear him laughing through the phone.  I yanked the phone out of 
her hand and almost screamed into the phone, "You better bring a lot of 
friends then...'cause...'cause you'll be wiped out before I get warmed up !"  
My mother was laughing like crazy.  I was sure she had no idea what we were 
talking about.  She'd told me that her love life with daddy was at best like 
one of my high school dates.  I admitted we were sleeping together but got no 
where near sharing intimacies with her.  I think that's what she wanted.  She 
wanted to be more friend than parent to me.  She was lonely.

    I'd spent a lot of imagination and creativity on the pick up.  I knew he 
was going to adore me for it.  I was positive the sexual activity that 
followed would be highlighted by the overall plan.  I was standing about a 
hundred feet away from the gate.  The porter was waiting patiently right in 
front of the gate.  He held a greeting from me...Just the row and spot number.  
Nothing else but a little sand.

    Here he came.  I was tingling.  The porter saw him immediately and went 
forward.  I got ready to book.  I had on a simple dress with a belt at the 
waist.  Underneath, I was practically naked.  A garter belt with black nylons.  
I was wet.  I could feel it on my thighs.

    He was reading the note and digging in his pocket for some change.  I 
could see the sand dribbling out of the note.  He had two large bags.  One 
looked like a suitcase, the other was more like a big duffel bag.  He looked 
up alertly and started to scan the crowd.  I know he would have found me if 
he'd looked in this direction first but he didn't and I was off, skirt bunched  
up around my upper thighs, running through the airport like a fool.  I stopped 
and took off my flats...Now, I really looked like an idiot.

    I was trying to fit the key into the sliding door of the van when I heard 
the bags drop.  He was coming toward me, the bulge in his uniform slacks 
plainly visible.  He pushed the door back and we tumbled on to the mattress 
with me below him.

    I was trying to hike up my skirt.  He was shoving his slacks down.  His 
cock was out and against me.  He yanked up one of my legs and thrust himself 
into me.  I was clutching him when he started spasaming, he'd been so excited 
he came on the first thrust.  Now, he started fucking me with his shrinking 
penis.  When his finger wet itself below my vagina and then wormed up into my 
rectum I went off.  Humping up against his softening cock.  The flush was 
exploding out of my belly and then I was on fire, grunting and groaning like a 
common whore.

    "...Robert...What are you looking at ?"

    "Nothing, mommy."  He rolled off me and pulled me inside.  The door 
slammed shut and he was kissing me.  I knew my leakage was staining the dress   
but wasn't about to move.

    He was looking down at me.  "Let's get this show on the road...That was 
just the opening act...and what an act it was.  I think we ruined our 
clothes."  He started laughing and then was climbing into the front.  He was 
driving before I made it over into the front.

    We were on P.C.H., heading South.  "Aaah...Maybe, I could clean that off a 
bit."  I was licking my lips.

    He leaned away from me.  "If you touch my dick with your mouth.  I'll stop 
right there and force you to finish the job."  He was holding out a 
handkerchief to me.  I think he was serious...No shit !

    As soon as we got in the room.  He ordered me to strip while he quickly 
stripped off his uniform.  He had a hardon.  When he saw the garter belt, he 
rushed me and I had to struggle to get the dress off over my head because his 
cock was pumping in and out of me like a runaway train.  I started cuming 
while the dress was still not all the way off and that's where it stayed.

    We were sixty-nine, both of us naked...Well, I still had the garter belt 
on.  The nylons were long gone.  He had my ass spread and was reaming his 
tongue into my behind.  I was sucking his cock like a starving child sucks her 
mother's tit.  I could hardly hold still and started pulling my sensitive 
behind away from his face.  His head followed and now he was almost sitting 
while he ate out my asshole.

    I finally rolled away from him but he came after me.  He had me pinned to 
the mattress and was slathering my ass and anus with saliva.  I finally 
relented and forced myself to my knees.  Desperate times require desperate 
measures.  "Come on, honey...Fuck me...Come on, stud.  Fuck me into the 
mattress, cocksman.  Give me some cock, baby."

    His tongue didn't waver and was reaming itself right up into my bowels.  
He had a thumb in my cunt and I was humping his digit.  When the flush 
arrived, he abruptly stopped and moved his cock to my behind.  One last swipe 
at my cunt and ass and then.  "Oh !  Jesus !  Fuck !  I'm coming...Go, Willy !  
Go !  Honey !"

    He had his hands in the garter belt like it was some kind of halter, like 
a horse would wear and he was just driving his cock in and out of me like a 
pile driver.  He was chanting.  "Fuck !  Fuck !  Fuck !"  I joined him.

    It seemed he lasted an awfully long time...I was sure he lasted a long 
time as I was sore when he collapsed on top of me.  His cock had long ago 
slipped out of me but he kept pounding his pubic bone against my cunt and 
asshole until he finally drove me down on to the mattress.  We were very 
sticky.

    About an hour went by before either of us spoke.  "If that wasn't an "E" 
ticket ride...I don't think they invented it yet."  He was licking the back of 
my neck.  "Ready to go again ?"  I know I tensed up.  He started laughing.  
"Just joking."  His tongue was in my ear.  I would have...Honest.

    Staying with my mom was cool.  We were both too sore to do shit and were 
usually in bed by nine...Asleep.  We surfed just about every spot from Malibu 
on down to Newport.  He especially liked Newport and Balboa.  Unspoiled, he 
said.  Once we spent the night at Doheny...In the camp ground...Well, that was 
the only time we had sex until we showered the morning we left...Zero 
two-thirty...Oh dark thirty ! God !  What a time to blow him in the shower !

    We were kissing, his seed filling our mouths.  Now, he was nibbling on my 
ear lob.  "Remember the hill ?"  I just nodded.  "How wet is your pussy going 
to be as I fuck you on the way down ?  All the way inside you."  He was 
gripping my butt cheeks, real hard and rubbing them together.  A caldron was 
starting to simmer between my legs.

    We had breakfast in the cantina...Nobody recognized Senior Buffalo.  I 
think he wanted it that way.  Sometimes he kind of drifted away on the way 
down.  He spent most of his time rolling joints from the huge baggie of weed 
he got from somewhere.  You never knew with Willy ?  He was very confidential 
about that...With the dope, I mean.  He asked me straight up after leaving the 
border.  "...want to bring a little back...We can...Get you through you a 
couple of years at school ?"

    "Nah !  Willy, that'd be like bringing sand to the beach."  He looked up 
at me as he dragged his tongue across the adhesive on the zigzag.  He had it 
in his mouth and was sucking on it.  Getting it wet.  When it dried we were 
taking off for Uranus, he said.

    I laughed.  "Your anus, too !"  He laughed and laughed.

                    The Secret Spot, Baja California, Mexico

    We traded seats at the old run down store, even had a beer with the owner.  
Willy asked about his nephew, Manuel...The car watching kid.  The two of them 
went on and on about the decline of the marijuana trade.  Oh !  They seemed to 
sell more and more each year but with so much home grown stuff around, some 
times it was tough...And the government down here was starting to make noise.  
The owner could see a day when it would not profitable to run just grass.  
You'd be running the powder and that was going to bring more 
weapons...Everything escalates.

    I was thinking about the war...It seemed to get better every week...The 
light at the end of the tunnel.  He was going to be there at a good time if 
there was ever a good time for war ?

    Willy shared some of the stories he'd heard from some friends of his up 
North.  Now, where he was talking about I had no idea until later ?

    He said that Northern California was a wash in private plots.  People 
growing seedless weed...And it makes the stuff we smoke look like heavy 
breathing.  Willy passed a couple of joints across the counter.  The owner 
stuck them into his shirt pocket.  He kept telling Willy that he thought he 
was on drugs and he was...Just stoned as fuck but talking totally lucidly.  It 
was amazing.  Now, we were speaking english but still...Totally lucid.  Just 
fucking amazing...Like he'd learned some secret while he was away.

    I flashed back to the van...It already had plates.  The dealer was out of 
San Francisco.  I'd heard rumors at school, a new breed of weed...Grown for 
potency...Bud...Not even leaf...Maybe, just a couple of seeds in a lid.  And 
the price of this shit was astronomical !  It was starting to fit together.  
He knew someone up there...An old high school friend, maybe even earlier ?

    I remembered back to the first day I met him.  Just before he noticed me.  
He was talking to his young friend.  They were comparing this surf to the 
frigid North, they called it.  That was right up there where it was.  I smiled 
and then we were off.

    I torched up a joint when he started counting backwards from a hundred.  
He stopped counting at about twenty or so.  I was so stoned that by then I had 
my head out the window trying to look for the opening.  We were arguing and he 
had to back up a bit.  I started laughing.  He was embarrassed.  I kissed him.

    "Do you want to feel my pussy before we fuck ?"

    "Yea..."  It was a rasp.  Just before the right turn he stopped and 
started to wiggle out of his clothes.  His cock was hard.  I waited until he 
was naked and then started to lift the dress up over my head.  His hand was 
between my legs, feeling my swollen cunt lips.  My hair was damp.  I was 
leaking.  He was running a finger up and down my slit.  I threw the dress in 
the back and sat in the corner of the seat and spread my legs, one over the 
seat back.

    He was fingering me and it was making a squishy noise.  We were debating 
which way I should sit on him.  I favored looking forward.  He favored me 
straddling him and using my legs as shock absorbers.  We smoked some more 
reefer and I straddled him.  He was like steel and then the van started 
moving.  No !  We didn't cum...Coming down the hill but at the water's edge we 
fucked and sucked for a little over an hour.

    We surfed, we fucked, we sunned ourselves...We only wore clothes when we 
surfed.  We went to the store about every three days, usually had lunch with 
the owner and talked about a myriad of subjects.  I was taken back by the 
political sophistication of Manuel's uncle's arguments.  But in the end, it 
was all bullshit as Willy usually brought him a couple of joints...The two of 
them were usually so stoned they had to take a nap before we headed back.

    It was our last full day.  I'd left the water about an hour ago.  Willy 
was trying to milk something from about a two foot swell and those were the 
better waves.  The sun disappearing, freaked me out but then I was pretty 
fucked up.  I looked up and the sky over head was a dark gray almost black.

    It started raining.  Big drops...Faster and faster.  Willy was scratching 
for about a foot high wave.  Hardly worth the effort.  He was up and swinging 
his board around.  To the nose he went, with arms raised.  I could see the 
rain drops hitting the ocean.  It made it look like the water was boiling.  I 
was out of my suit and running for the shore line.  He did a standing island 
pull out about three feet from me.  He left the board and was coming toward 
me, his trunks sliding down his legs.

    He was on his back in seconds and I was fitting his spongy cock into my 
cunt.  His hands were on my breasts, pinching my nipples.  I was rocking back 
and forth and could feel his cock start to get harder.  I fit the head between 
my labia and sat.  Willy's cock grew right up into my belly.  Neither of us 
moved.  The rain intensified.  It was a down pour and just crazy.

    It was cold against my skin.  I was still on top and he was just drilling 
me like crazy.  He had a finger wormed up my ass and I had finally worked a 
finger into his ass.  He complained the next day that he had sand in his 
morning shit !  I told him personal hygiene was important when you were 
camping out.  He chased me for almost fifteen minutes.  Up and down the beach.  
We ended up on the sleeping bag and made love for the last time at the Secret 
Spot.

                                    R & R

    The ticket came in the mail.  It was a cold December.  His R & R was 
scheduled for February.  I could hardly wait.  He said the out bound 
assignments were dog shit.  I didn't care, I just wanted him out of 'Nam.  
When Tet kicked off I just knew he wasn't going to make it.  I went crazy, 
couldn't sleep...Study...Do anything.  I just couldn't live this way.  It was 
tearing me up inside.  I started smoking a real lot of weed and got drawn into 
the whole thing...The beads, the hair, the attitude, the whole fucking thing.

    I didn't hear from him for over a month.  Shit !  They wouldn't even 
contact me if he bought the farm.  They'd contact his parents.  Shit !  They'd 
left California last year and I never went to see them...Only met them a 
couple of times and didn't feel comfortable with them.  I mailed him back the 
ticket.  He finally wrote that he never got the ticket but sent another one.

    I was meeting him in Hawaii.  April fifteenth.  I was weary...Didn't want 
to get my hopes up and then be destroyed again.  My mother thought I should 
dress a little...More conventionally, as she put it.  His plane was late and I 
had to stand with his parents.  They were living in Hawaii....Were very nice, 
both remembered my name...Ok !  At least one did.  We were welcome to spend 
some time with them if we wanted ?  I was nervous and I'm sure I didn't make a 
good impression.

    He looked like a ghost, hardly as tan as the uniform he was wearing.  I 
was hesitant to rush toward him with his parents there.  His eyes never left 
mine and he drew me to him as he moved toward me.  No mistake he was coming to 
me...Making his parents come to us.  I was in his arms and his tongue was in 
my mouth.  I was naked under the long granny dress, I was wearing, and could 
feel the moisture drenching my thighs.

    His dad embraced my back reaching for him.  I was embarrassed.  I was 
crying.  So was his dad.  Willy was kissing his mom.  I was confused.  His 
parents were leaving.  He turned me to him.

    "You look like a hippie...Has the love of my life become a hippie ?"  I 
just nodded.  "You know us military guys like to rape, pillage and plunder."  
It was a statement not a question.  "Especially very beautiful hippie girls."  
His tongue was in my mouth and I was wrapping my arms around his neck.  We 
must have been a sight...The guy in uniform and the hippie girl...A good 
picture for the press but by then it was too late.  Tet did that to a lot of 
things.

    It was a slummy apartment complex outside of Honolulu.  All we had done is 
neck in the limo.  There was a screen between us and the driver but Willy 
insisted we wait until we were on the way back to the hotel.  I kept pestering 
him but every time I asked where we were going he stuck his tongue in my mouth 
and my cunt started drooling juice.  I was ruining my granny dress.

    Willy looked at his watch and told the driver to be at the bar across the 
street at exactly two o'clock.  We wandered about for a bit and then we were 
in the complex.  It was noisy, lots of the doors were open.  I was a little 
scared.  He knocked.

    The people inside were obviously looking out the peep hole.  I saw 
movement there a second ago.  The door flew open and there was this woman, 
about my age and big as a house.  She must be seven, eight months pregnant.  
She reached for my hand first and very softly said, "You must be Cathy.  
You're all we've heard about for just about...Well, a long time."  Willy was 
closing the door.  When he turned, she whispered "Buffalo" and then kissed him 
on both cheeks.

    We smoked some very good reefer, almost too fresh to get going.  I was out 
of my mind...Could hardly follow the conversation.  Jake was up at the farm.  
"...know Jake, Willy.  He's always trying to fine tune his high.  He's crossed 
some of his humbolt with the shit they grow out here and before..." She rubbed 
her belly.  "...Well, let me tell you it's out of this world."

    They talked money for a while.  I couldn't follow it and Willy kept 
smoking joint after joint.  I was afraid he was going to pass out.  I was 
wrecked and when Jake got home it started again.  It was the same guy from the 
cliff.  He had three of Buffalo's boards leaning up against the wall over by 
the TV.  A little before two we left with two of the surfboards and a lot of 
dope.  Willy had more dope than we could smoke in a year and we only had two 
weeks.  One of R&R and one of leave.  Willy had planned it that way.  I didn't 
know at the time; it was because he'd volunteered to go back.  If I did, it 
would have ruined the whole thing.  Instead it only ruined the last three 
days.  I never forgave him for that.  I should have.

    We were so stoned when we got back to the hotel we could hardly register.  
The hotel staff were laughing like fools as Willy carried me through the 
lobby.  His parents had left a note for us...They upgraded our room.  We were 
now in a penthouse on the top floor over looking the Pacific.

    Willy laid down on the bed and that was that.  The bell man came and went 
but Willy slept like a baby.  I was frustrated and smoked a little reefer.  
The sunset was beautiful.  I finally fell asleep next to him.

    I felt the warmth on my back, it pooled in the curve from my waist to my 
butt.  Hands were in it, spreading it around.  It felt like warm baby oil.  He 
was leaning over me, "Don't move."  It was a whisper.  I slowly turned my head 
and he was there, kneeling beside me, rubbing the oil into my back and 
shoulders.

    There were some scented candles on the night stand.  Willy had set them in 
ashtrays and they flickered.  It was still night outside.  He was whispering 
in my ear, his tongue coming into contact with my ear lobe every other word or 
so.

    "You know by the time I roll you over and get to your snatch...Or I could 
just go in the back door."  One hand was between the cheeks of my ass.  It was 
slippery with the oil.  I thrust my butt up in the air, trying to drive a 
finger or two into me.  He pulled his hand away.  I fell back to the bed in 
frustration.

    "You know this isn't fair."  I was talking like a little girl.  He spanked 
my fanny.  I jumped a little and tried to turn.  He pulled my arms out above 
my head, his body half lying on me.  He was chewing on my ear lobe.

    "Hold on to the top of the mattress and don't let go.  You, my dear, have 
a one way ticket to Nirvana and I'm going to drive you there."  His tongue was 
trailing down my back and then down my right leg.  He pulled my feet off the 
edge of the bed and I held on for dear life.

    He pulled my legs apart and ran his hands up the insides of my thighs.  My 
crotch pumped up and down on the mattress.  He had a finger in me...His little 
finger and it was driving me crazy.  His mouth was on my butt and I was 
whimpering, his little finger still pumping in and out of my cunt.

    He spanked me again and I was crying.  It wasn't that hard but I was 
crying and he was on top of me.  He was hot to the touch and soft.  I could 
feel him against the cheeks of my ass.  He was biting my neck and I was 
wiggling around below him.

    "Remember the rain ?"  I started cuming, bucking up into him.  I felt his 
cock twitch just before he whispered.  I cried a little.  When I came to rest, 
he continued.  "How about the first night...When I licked you down there.  Can 
you feel it ?  My tongue in your cunt ?"  His cock twitched and I bucked up 
into him again.  I was breathing heavily.

    "How about the first time we fucked...God !  I remember it.  You were like 
ripe fruit.  Once you were open, you were juicy...Very juicy.  Are you juicy 
now ?"  His cock was just about there.  He was sliding it up and down the 
crack of my ass and I was moving against him.

    "Are you ready, Cathy ?"  He was moving quite powerfully, really dry 
fucking my ass crack.  I was more than ready and pushed him up as I struggled 
to my knees.  I wasn't quite sure how he did it but it seemed like he was 
poised above me with his feet in the air and his stomach against my back.  
Like a pendulum swings, he was in me, deep, very deep and then the attack 
came.

    His cock was a blur...Like a humming bird in my cunt.  I was yelling for 
him to fuck me faster...Fuck me harder !  I know I passed out because I was on 
my belly and he was kneeling between my legs.  I looked back and his cock was 
like steel up against his belly and all shinny with my juices.  He was 
crooking his finger at me.

    I bounced up on to my knees and he was in me.  He was stationary, his cock 
deep in my belly.  It was a whisper, "Cathy...Cathy..."  I looked back again.  
"Have you ever done it in your rear ?"  I shook my head "no."  "I want your 
ass, lover.  I want your butt...You game, beautiful ?"  I just nodded my head.  
My last cherry and while Buffalo didn't get my first cherry...Well, I'd 
obviously never done this either.  My anus itched.  I knew he'd stop the 
itching.

    His cock head was against me and my hands reached back and spread my ass 
cheeks.  The pressure grew and he told me to relax.  Oh !  God !  He was in my 
ass.  The growl started with him but in just a few minutes I was growling, 
too.  He had three, maybe four inches in my butt.  Wow !  What a different 
feeling.  He was rocking back and forth.  I remained still for maybe a minute 
or two and then I was backing into him.  He was bottoming out against my butt 
and I was wild, screaming like a banshee.  He was chanting "Fuck !" over and 
over again.

    My anus got slick and he pulled my ass further apart.  Oh !  It was 
flooding out me...Like a river.  He was making animal sounds...Oh !  Fuck !  
So was I !

    It was mid-day before I rose.  He was still asleep.  I woke him by sucking 
on his cock.  I got a mouthful for my effort.  We didn't make it out of bed 
until almost sunset and surfed some pretty good reef shit...Right out in front 
of the hotel.  Steep little fuckers and a lot faster than the shore break, I'd 
been riding.

    We camped and hiked with Jake and his girl friend, Maryanne.  She was 
amazing at seven months.  The last time we made love was in a field, in the 
mid-day.  The four of us...We were about ten feet apart.  Both of the boys on 
their backs with the girls riding them like jockeys.  We wandered through 
Jake's farm.  He'd have a plant here and a plant there.  I mean you could 
hardly find them.  Willy was very impressed.

    We were at his parents when it all went to shit.  Willy and his dad were 
arguing about the war.  It was a silly thing but I threw in some college 
philosophy about the war.  Pretty soon it was the three of us.  I think Mrs. 
Tamarack knew when to stay out of a fight and kept her opinions to herself.

    In the middle of all this Willy announced he was going back and the two of 
us attacked.  His dad and I were in the same camp and almost screaming at him 
that he was a stupid shit.  He laughed but by then we were all drunk.  Anyway, 
all through the argument Willy never lost his temper or his head...He was 
obviously very drunk, pouring a shot of Jack Daniel's all over the dinning 
room table.

    When we finally got to bed I told him, "You go back...I may not be around 
when you come home from playing hero."  He told me we'd talk about it tomorrow 
and for the next three days we did.  We always ended up at the same place.  
There was no compromise.  I left very pissed off at William Buffalo Tamarack.  
He was a stupid shit head for choosing the war over me.

                                Late Summer '68

    "Well...What do I tell him ?"  My mother was calling for the fifth time.  
I'd transferred to UCLA and was living down in Santa Monica with a group of 
people.  I didn't answer his letters but they kept coming.

    "Tell him anything you want...Just don't tell him where I live or give him 
my number."  I knew if I talked to him or saw him, I'd succumb to his...I 
wasn't sure what it was but it made me crazy.  I didn't want to be crazy 
anymore.  There was too much to do.  The war had to be stopped.  I laughed 
when my mother got off the phone.  The fool thought he was going to change the 
system from the inside.  Convince people that we shouldn't be bombing people 
back to the stone age...From the inside out.  He was full of shit !

    My mother told me later that she had the most wonderful time.  I thought, 
for just an instant, really...That maybe, they slept together ?  I mean my 
mother really went wild when she talked about him.  I wondered if my mother 
was passing the cake and he was taking a piece ?  Oh !  It didn't bother me in 
that way.  My mother could probably hold her own with him but eventually their 
age difference would cause them to part.  I don't think they'll ever reach the 
heights we did...But I wasn't really sure ?

    A couple of years later he was back.  This must have been the Fall of '71.  
I was married and had just delivered...A girl and she was beautiful.  My 
husband had been with me during the protest years...That fizzled out as the 
draft wound down.  All the bad shit came after that.  My husband and I were 
active with it all.  But that tapered off...Later.  It was chick to bring your 
kid to the demonstrations.

    A gray VW bus was parked in the drive way.  I was late and drove right by 
the house.  No way !  As much as I loved my husband.  He was kind, 
considerate, good in bed.  His dick made Willy's look like a pencil...Yea !  I 
know but it still gives me a little thrill when I see it starting to get hard.  
Anyway, I drove on by and took my daughter to day care instead of grandma's.  
I still wasn't strong enough.  Mom never mentioned he had visited...Not even 
on her death bed.  That was the last time.  A new decade was beginning.  A new 
beginning !

                             ***** Epilogue *****

    It was late Spring...Shit !  Must have been '86, maybe '87...I was on the 
cliff at PV Cove, watching the surf.  A descent swell was in...Kind of late 
for it.  My husband and I would never leave the hill...A just terrific place 
to raise the girls.  Right now, I can't recall why I took the afternoon 
off...I don't know...Really...I don't think it was him...Hadn't thought about 
him in fifteen years...Since the war ended.  There were several cars parked by 
the path down to the beach.  The afternoon was so clear you could see 
Catalina.  Not an often occurrence anymore.

    I heard them before I saw them.  The laugh.  There was no doubt in my mind 
it was Buffalo.  The little one must be his kid.  He had a towel folded up on 
his head and was balancing his board on the towel.  Dad was carrying his own.  
Still a long board and I was willing to bet Buffalo showed the kid a little 
something today.  He was no more than seven or eight...Figured he was his 
oldest.

    They were right below me and the boy was complaining about the wet suit.  
I could hear him very clearly.  "Some people don't have the luxury of warm 
water all year long, buddy."  Oh !  Shit !  Willy didn't name him "buddy" did 
he ?

    He stopped abruptly and looked up, right into my face...It was freaky, 
like he could sense me.  I mouthed "Hi !"  His son was continuing up the 
trail.  I walked toward the end of the path and he kept pace with me.  The boy 
was at the car when Willy called to him.

    "Come here, Jeff.  There's someone I want you to meet."  The boy had the 
van door open and was slinging the board into some straps hanging from the 
inside.  I shook.  I was holding Willy's outstretched hand.  He was still 
holding his board.  His son was standing politely off to the side.

    "Jeff...I'd like you to meet a very good, very dear old friend of 
mine...Cathy..."  I shook the young man's hand.  God !  He looked like him, 
walked like him but his complexion was no where near as dark and his hair was 
almost blonde.  Both of them were very tan and it wasn't a wet suit tan either 
as the kid had his down around his waist.

    "How about taking my board and putting it in the van, son ?"  The boy was 
off to the van, lugging that big log Willy was riding.  He held both of my 
hands but hadn't really spoken to me.  Seconds later the visions were rushing 
by me and I could hardly keep up.  It was like years of experiences were 
bombarding me.

    He was sorry about my mother, so young.  He really liked her and had some 
great times with her.  I laughed and told him about the time I thought he was 
sleeping with her.  He looked over at the van.  I did, too.  The boy had the 
key in the ignition and was playing what had to be a tape.  The Chantels or 
whoever did Pipeline were blasting out of the van.

    He was staring in my eyes when he said it.  "Your mother was a wonderful, 
vibrant woman, Cathy.  Let's not go there.  We had some good times together 
after you and I parted.  She reminded me of you...And I was still in love with 
you.  I was selfish.  I hope I caused no harm."

    The tingling began in my hands and was soon past my elbows.  I dropped his 
hands like they were hot.  He leaned over and kissed my forehead.  My temples 
throbbed.  "I'll never forget the times we had...I hope you have the same 
feelings about them."  I just nodded and he was moving toward the van, yelling 
for Jeff to turn down the music.  It was Jan & Dean singing Surf City.  The 
kid was singing along.  I was drawn toward the van.

    "...good friend, dad ?"

    "Yea, Jeff, a real good friend.  She surfs, too !"

    "Aaah, dad, lots of girls surf."

    "Not when she did, son."  He was staring right at me as he pulled away 
from the curb.  I was flushed and embarrassed but proud.  No matter how many 
men I know in this life time...And I've probably known my share and maybe a 
little more.  I'll never ever meet a man who makes me feel as sexy as William 
Buffalo Tamarack.

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