Things to Come

This is a tale of the time between High School graduation and entering into Uncle Sam's Little Boys Canoe Club nine months later and four young women who made that time incredibly memorable.

The Navy was a much better choice than being drafted ... or was it?

The four young women are real though bear no resemblance to the characters as described here.

During the last part of my Senior Year in High School, I'd applied to a new department store that was opening during the summer. I needed a real job of some sort, so when they called to interview and hired me to work in the stockroom the same day, I was pretty stoked.

I have to admit that I'm deadly shy and don't meet the opposite sex all that easily though once we've talked and bantered, I'm good to go. Doing that initial touch base is something that doesn't come natural to me, but this was a fun job and gave me the opportunity to meet some really cute girls.

I've always kind of envied those guys that can walk into a bar, spot a cute girl, walk over and strike up a conversation, then be able to take them home and screw the shit out of them. It's just never been my forte.

Wendy was the catalyst for this story, but I can't tell her story without Diane, Brenda, and Tina. It turned out to be every guys fantasy, only better.

In the end, one of the girls and me turned out to be soul mates of a sort and though all still partook of the activities, she and I were inseparable until it was time to go to boot camp. Then, life for me, went to hell in a hand basket

As I was to find out, many of the girls I worked around were very hot to trot. Yeah, yeah, I know, they always say don't shit where you eat, but I was going to be gone in six months anyway.

The United States Navy and Vietnam were calling my name.