Denim Lady

June 1972 I landed in San Francisco returning from my tour in Viet Nam. As I left the terminal a crowd met was waiting outside. I felt spit on my face and went into defensive posture. A voice spoke 'soldier stand tall, follow me', a Captain waved for me. He gathered the half dozen soldiers who got off the plane and marched us through the crowd. 'Eyes straight', we marched.
We returned to a world we didn't understand.

I registered in college in the fall if 1974, older than my fellow freshman by a couple of three or four years, a lifetime of life experience. A girl dressed in denim spat on me, called me a baby killer. I made friends with other vets, I remembered that Captain at the airport, stand tall. We vets walked with purpose, stood tall, didn't let the hippies get to us. The denim girl didn't get it, she couldn't get me to respond to her attacks on my character.

Saturday night I went to the movies, Young Frankenstein was playing. I sat alone on the second deck. Denim girl walked in with some friends. After the movie started she came over, 'what's your name'. She reached over, got my dick out of my pants and jacked me off. I took her to my place and fucked her ass. A woman's place was sucking cock, she had an ass fucking to set her straight.

A couple of months later she told me she'd missed two periods. She was 19, 15 or 16 as far as life experience. The last thing I needed was a too young girl. 'Eyes straight', 'stand tall', you don't walk away from the mess you make. I stood tall married her. She's gone now, she took care of me, woman's work. Long time to be married. Clean up your mess, I did. Kept my word, till death do us part.