Sons Job

My oldest Son had followed in his Mother's footsteps and started working in the Adult Film Industry. He was doing fairly well, but had a few handicaps. For one, he could actually act, he is quite good and did not fit the generally campy nature of the industry.

I had recently ended an eight year love affair, was feeling pretty low and was finishing a Tour in Afghanistan.

My Son had just signed with a major production company that does very high end features along with Alexis Amore. They had become friends and were hanging out. Alexis is hispanic, just like the woman that had recently broken my heart.

Alexis and my Son got to talking and she found out that I was in Afghanistan and would be returning in a few months. She made sure to tell my Son to stay in touch, so that she could personally assuage my broken heart.

I was on top of the World! Alexis Amore is going to at least comfort me upon my return from the War, in a few months.

A few weeks later, my son catches a severe case of Herpes and has to quit the Adult Film Industry. He leaves LA as a result and loses contact with Alexis!

You have NEVER seen a Dad so depressed about his Son quitting a job!

This next story is true too.

I thought I had married a good girl. Mom was a professor at a prominent university and dad was a well to do real estate shaker and mover. I was in the Army Rangers at the time and I thought my life was going really well. Then everything went to hell as I found out she was screwing around on me every time I went out of town on training or mission.

I ended up doing a 6-month tour in Egypt and she decided she would start stripping at a Club and screwing the Manager. Wonderful!

I came back and divorced her and got custody of the kids!

I had to get out of the Army because I was a single parent.

Years later, I am working as a prison guard in a Maximum-Security Prison.

We are doing a standard shakedown of the inmate cells, looking for weapons, drugs, child pornography and homemade alcohol.

About half way through the shakedown, another guard came out of a cell with a porno mag and pointed to an ad with two women dressed in lingerie.

"Hey, check out these two chicks!" He exclaims.

"Yeah, the one on the right is my ex-wife." I comment.

"No, way!" He said in disbelief.

"Yes, it is." I reaffirmed.

"You are full of shit." He countered.

"Nope, I will bet you a whole paycheck that that is my ex-wife." I said, willing to reinforce my argument with cash.

"Okay, I believe you." He finally conceded. "Why did you divorce that? That is a fine piece of ass."

"She liked to share that fine piece of ass with pretty much anyone who would ask." I replied.

"Oh," was all he said and we went on with our shakedown.

Final story, also true

Every unit in the Army has their own "barracks whores" to be completely misogynistic and sexist. The more elite the unit, the higher quality of the barracks whores.

In the Army Rangers, these women that favor the elite warriors are called "Rangerettes", at least at the time I was there.

My soon to be ex-wife was actually caught in the Ranger Barracks at one point, earning her the title of Rangerette. This may have been done to embarrass me, as I was not well like by the Company in which it had occurred because two years before, when I was single, I had slept with the stripper ex-wife of one of the Lieutenants. But I didn't give a shit. I actually thought it was funny she had been caught by this point in the marriage.

Fast forward 16 years and my oldest son is getting ready to go into the Army and he wants to be a Ranger like his father.

One of the Recruiters, not understanding elite individuals or what drives us, asked my son, "Why do you want to be a Ranger?"

"Because my Dad is a Ranger and my Mom is a Rangerette." My son replied. Calling his mother, a barracks whore!

The Recruiters within earshot almost pissed themselves they were laughing so hard.

Sitting on the fringe of the adult entertainment industry for a few years was very interesting, entertaining and educational in the study of people and human psychology. I met some great people and some mentally disturbed individuals. Probably the most sad thing was to see people that had no real friends, become lost in the lifestyle of the industry and take their own lives. Beautiful people that just needed one true friend to keep them out of trouble.