This is really "SHE" did it for the money. In the Navy at a large base where I was going to school after boot training I noticed one night a line of guys by a Dumpster. This was by the chow hall and it was one of three dumpsters. This was the paper and cardboard trash dumpster. The other two dumpsters were filled with still warm roast chickens or fried shrimp and other food left over and being tossed. This blew me away because I spent my childhood in near starvation having come from a very poor family.

I asked one of the guys about the line of guys, many obviously horny with lumpy crotches, just standing there and he said, "You get a blow job for $10 and/or can fuck her for $20 if you have a condom. A butt-fuck is $25. I've been several times in the last few days she's terrific." I said, "I can't afford any of it." But even if I could, something about getting on line like that turned me off. If the Wave was caught, it would have been the end of her Navy career.

Checking again next day, I noticed the line-up and it lasted for around two weeks, operating successfully. One day I strolled by extra early and hiding behind the other dumpsters saw who it was sneaking into the cardboard box dumpster. She was a wave actually in one of my classes and I even knew her name because she was pretty with red hair and blue eyes. She was not slim but had a curvy figure.

Five years later after leaving the Navy, still thinking about her, I tracked her down on the Internet. Fortunately, she had not changed her name. She was not far from the city where I worked and I went to see her. Knocking on her door one evening I was nervous and breathless but she answered her door. I was breathless but I lied again and told her I had jogged in the street and wanted to look her up after noticing her name in the newspaper in the Real Estate section. She did remember me as "the quiet kid in the back row." She gave me some coffee and we chatted for a while.

The next day I left town and returned home. My curiosity was fulfilled and I had no agenda. I did not breathe a word about how I knew she earned the money to get into real estate (one needs to survive while breaking in from what I understand) nor any of what I knew about her. I just list it as one of the odd events in my life.




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