Don Queen graduated from high school in June of 1965. He turned eighteen on August 10, and enlisted in the Marines the next day. His recruit officer told him to get his affairs together and be ready to go to Boot Camp in October. He needed to get his driver's licenses, social security card, and a copy of his high school diploma. The recruiter told him to make a list of people he would like to write letters too.
He choose his mom and his home girl, Dee Armstrong. She lived next door. He had known her since he was thirteen. Now, she is 22 years, dark-skinned with an Afro and Indigo eyes. She is petite, full-figured, and is blessed with a heart-shaped super sized ass. Don is a secret admirer.
Don walked home from East lake Park, one sunny afternoon, and he saw Dee sitting in a lounge chair on the patio in front of their apartment. Now might a good time to ask her if he could write to her, he thought.
"Hi Don." "I haven't seen you in a while, what's up?"
"I enlisted in the Marines."
"What," Dee screamed. "Are you serious?"
"Serious as a heart attack."
"Oh my God, are you going off to war?"
"Maybe."
"I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks."
"Dee, may I write to you, while I'm away?"
"Sure baby."
"Thanks Dee." "See you later."
"By Don."
An image of Don dressed in Marine Dress Blue uniform popped into her head. She leaked in her panties. "I am going to fuck him."
A few days later, Dee was sitting on the patio, when she spotted Don walking up 17th st toward the apartment. This might be a good time to catch him, she thought.
"Hi Don,"she greeted him with a flirty smile.
"Hey Dee."
Dam, she is looking fine, Don said to himself.
She was wearing a white midriff T-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans.
