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Tour of the Champion: Resolution

We pick up this saga from Saturday Night going into Sunday Morning on a Memorial Day Weekend in 1985. RJ has arrived at the barracks after spending the night on Cece's couch. He is now getting some bad news from the Night Watch Commander, Sergeant Walton.


Morning came Cece dropped me off at MPD North, I checked in with Sergeant Walton who immediately called Gunny Townsend. “What’s the problem Walt, your looking at me like I’m some kind of victim” I said leaning against the wall.


“What’s going on now Walt, What? “A crime unit from Central was here last night in your room. I think things are now out of Gunny’s hands RJ, something weird is going on” said Walton with tremble in his voice.

I sprinted to my barracks. A crime scene cordon had been set up across my door. “Duty NCO, open my room,” I demanded. Duty NCO was on the phone, “standby Sergeant.” So I stood by waiting for the Gunny. Everybody in the barracks was going somewhere. When they saw me they gave their condolences as if I had died and ran out of the barracks like it had caught on fire. I could here a jeep pull up, I heard heels pop and then..”A’TTEN,HUUH.”

As he came into view I locked up at the position of attention, It was Captain Garrett accompanied by the Gunny. I greeted him, “Good morning Captain.” “At ease, unlock.” I greeted Gunny, then put the question, “Captain, may I ask why the crime scene tape is on my door?” “Sergeant, its not your door, its mine and we’re going to open it now” announced the Captain. I entered my room and knew it was the end for me. Almost everything had been packed up, except some uniforms and my civilian clothes.

The Captain sat at my desk, Gunny sat on my rack, I was left standing in the middle. “Why the fuck were you sharpening a ‘K-Bar’ on a Saturday evening Sergeant. “I didn’t have anything else to do at the time Captain.” “DON’T BLOW SMOKE UP MY ASS SERGEANT”, the Captain said raising his voice. “Blood oaths, dark rituals, self inflicted wounds, these are things that the Corps frowns on…I hope that’s not what happened here.” I fought back anger and tears.

“I most respectfully choose not to comment sir”, I said trying to keep from shaking apart. “RJ, relax, please-this isn’t quite what it looks like,” said the Captain. “I need you to stay wrapped as tight as you were the day you got here…we’re all under a microscope and believe me I won’t let you go down, you are not in trouble…your in crisis. All things will stay as the Gunny set up, you are still going to be here until we get word from Battalion on Wednesday” the Captain implored. We packed your gear because a mess was made.

“This morning your going on a picnic with the Navy at White Beach, we’ll drive you. Your gonna talk to a real sweet lady, a real good looker with auburn hair, blue eyes and long legs, her name is Rachel. Be there until just afternoon. Staff Sergeant McMichaels will come get you when its over, Understood Sergeant” snapped the Captain.

“With total clarity sir” I replied. “Good, …now shit, shower, shave, get in clean clothes and get out front asap. Gunny you got the ball” said the Captain as he departed. We all locked up at attention as he took off.

I’m at this picnic and I don’t know why, McMichaels introduces me to Rachel and leaves. “How are you, I’m RJ”. “RJ, I’m Rachel Friedan, I run the Psychological Services extension for the Navy and the Marines, sit down, eat…there’s plenty of food and no bugs to share it with.”

My appetite wasn’t quite the same after she introduced herself. We ate together and then she analyzed me, my medical record was in front of her.

“Ma’am if this gets on my record I’m finished” I said shaking visibly. “That’s why you’re here, we’re at a unit sanctioned picnic so its O.K. for an enlisted man to talk to an officer without suspicion” said Rachel. “I need to know that your injury was an accident, even though I know it wasn’t. Got it.”

“Yes Ma’am, I said softly.” She did her interrogation and/or analysis, she took a long look at my life, revealing a soul slowly going dark. “Until you forgive yourself you won’t really forgive your wife,” Rachel said. I told her I would let go of the vengeance. I walked to the beach alone to break my oath before God to kill Price. I hurt to my heart, it felt so bad, I crossed my arms and fell to my knees in tears.

It was a beautiful day to let it all out, to let it go. Rachel said she would see me later in the week, I didn’t ask why. A sailor ran in our direction, “Commander Friedan, we’re gonna wrap up soon.” “Carry on Doc, I’ll be there” she shouted. “Go and unwind yourself, get yourself together, your going to have a rough day Wednesday, be ready. Take Care Sergeant.” “Good Afternoon Commander” I said coming to attention. McMichaels showed up and whisked me back to the barracks.

I unpacked a seabag and found my camera. I prepared a small back pack with toiletries, a change of clothes and some water. I bought some trailmix and beef jerky at the PX. I checked out with the Duty NCO walked across the grass to MPD North and asked Sergeant Jackson to tell me the patrol routes so I could hitch rides to Camp Schwab, Tiger Beach and Onna Onna Son. Me and the Almighty needed to talk.

I walked and prayed all Sunday afternoon, taking pictures, watching combat maneuvers, strolling the Okinawa countryside. It was a unique privilege I had in this life to be where I was.

My Uncle’s fought the Battle of Okinawa in World War II, they were here getting shelled and shot at by the Japanese. The honor was not lost on me, my Uncle’s and their generation took this island with blood, I administer this same Island they fought, bled and died for. I swelled with pride.

Cece’s voice and her words echoed in my head, like the sound of the siren that tempted brave Ulysses. “..stay in the Corp with me… I have no trouble being loyal to you”. It was getting dark, I stopped by a local store, knowing little if any Japanese I tried to communicate. The locals stared at me astonished and surprised. I bought a Coke, an old man came out from the back of the store and shook my hand. We sat on the steps of his store drinking Cokes and talking with each other. I was genuinely moved. I felt forgiven and respected.

The M.P. vehicle pulled up, it was Cpl. Kierken. As I left, I bowed in the Japanese tradition at waist level first, the old Japanese man bowed not as low as me, which is what I expected. I wanted him to know I respected him and thanked him.

“Sayōnara, I said in departure, then jumped in back of the Chevy Luv Pickup. I got back to Hansen, checked in and picked up my messages. I had a hot message from Cece, another message from “T” and a message from Division at Camp Pendleton.

I called Cece who invited me out to dinner, I told her I didn’t feel like eating but would call her after she pulled duty on Monday. I contacted MP Co., 1st Marine Division and talked to SSgt. VanAlden who assured me that they would ‘take care’ of Corporal Price and that the Marines in my old unit felt dishonored and betrayed by his actions. I thanked him and said I couldn’t tell them just how much they all meant to me. Then I called “T”.

“T” said, “Good news and more good news, RJ. First, Cpl. Price was busted in LA, transported back to Pendleton after his people came up with $50,000 bail. He will be arraigned on charges as soon as he gets out of the Medical wing.” What, why is he in Medical? “Some Mexican bitch skewered his balls with a hatpin. He will serve twice for the same crimes, first with LA, then we will Court Martial him on the same charges plus some”, said “T” with glee.

“I might celebrate tonight, “T” you with me?” “No man gotta work. You go ahead, party…” I washed up, changed clothes, got some chow and got a ride to White Beach. McMichaels told me about a club mostly tourists went to because of the huge cover charge, Club Champion not far from the beach. I had some cash, so I went.

It was a very nice split level building, new construction, without any signs on it and no name. As I approached the door I was told their was a cover charge, I thought it would be about $50 bucks. $100 dollars U.S. the attendant said as he brushed his sleeve. I thanked him and was about to walk off when I saw her. Haruka was in a blue grey business suit and thin dark glasses. “He has been taken care of” said Haruka to the attendant who acknowledged her with a bow.

“Sergeant James will be seated up front, near the stage…Welcome to Club Champion” said Haruka. As I was being seated I noticed a more mature, cultured and cosmopolitan clientele than in the military bars in Kin Kin Cho. It was spacious with rooms off to the side and in the back with a huge bar and real nice grill.

The seats were very comfortable around large glass tables. As I sat drinking I nearly did a spit take as Kayo dressed in a tight pink and yellow satin mini skirt took to the stage.

After she introduced some preliminary strip acts, she explained about the “Championship dance series”. Essentially it was a contest to see how many women a man could ‘dance’ with before he lost his load.

Bets were taken by the house, the winner would get a prize after the house took a nice cut. Many men made bets, and after being sufficiently liquored up, took to the stage. As the second guy took to the stage Haruka tapped me on the shoulder and I followed her to the cashier.

Haruka then pointed discreetly to a room, her eyes demanded I go, so I went. Kayo was seated while an older Japanese woman prepared something on the counter, this was essentially a clean room, like a doctors office. “We are going into a business proposition, you will dance after you bid to take more women than the rest, you must last at least 10 minuets after the last woman gets started on you. Understand” said Kayo. I asked if that was cheating. “Dance or pay”, she snapped.

“O.K., I’ll dance, but I can’t guarantee I won’t blow like ‘Old Faithful’, I see what those dancers are doing up there” I said skeptically. “Leave that to me, remember what we did at my place, your going to be prepared in sort of the same way, undress and lay down” commanded Kayo. I got real nervous real fast as the old woman approached me with those long thin acupuncture needles. “Relax, your going to have the time of your life…I promise” said Kayo. I was terrified.

There were seven men on stage before me and I came back on the seventh act. So far this last guy handled four dancers before he shot his wad. Kayo got on stage, “Who can do better, none, so it looks like this gentleman…” I stood up and said I could do ‘5’ women. Kayo looked and sneered, “Oh, can you…get on stage.”

The show was on and I was being pimped. “Place your bets, place your bets now” barked Kayo as the floor girls collected the wagers.

As I got on stage, one of the dancers looked at me and gave me brief instructions , “let us touch you, bend you and do what we want – go with it.”


70’s soul music was being jammed loudly, the first two dancers both in skin tight, sleeveless, sheer lavender open leotards, the neckline plunged to the waist, revealing nearly all the cleavage of firm heaving breasts, they were bare legged with heels on. I went with the music as they stripped me in rhythm, I was now naked.

Naked, onstage with two erotic dancers, following their instructions, they got my manhood erect and gloved it discreetly. From the audience it looked like I was penetrating them as they moaned and gasped as I moved in motion faking a hard backdoor screwing. Then the third and fourth dancers came in, I did other “faked” sex with them that looked real, the audience was loosing their minds to this choreographed sex show. Then the fifth dancer came out and did her thing.


She used the other dancers to sit on as I was directed to put my erect member between her hefty tightly pressed breasts. The song was ‘Fire’ by the Ohio Players we did other acts that were out of the Kama Sutra. The crowd was now screaming, ranting and rowdy when the last dancer came out, now I was really nervous, it was Kayo. The other dancers stayed on stage doing exactly what Kayo commanded with mere gestures and eye movement.

The tempo changed as they played “Nikki” by Prince. I didn’t think it could get any raunchier, but it did. Kayo and I feigned analingus, cunnilingus, fellatio and we did other acts where she was inverted in a "69. Then it got real.


She put her hands behind her and arched her back, two dancers crawled under her to give support as she pulled me into her. The real intercourse lasted awhile, about 20 minuets. The crowd had grown to capacity and was so loud the music was barely audible.

Before Kayo stopped to bend over with her backside to me and her face to the crowd, the dancers discreetly changed the raincoat on my manhood and Kayo said “go all the way.”

I did as instructed, I didn’t believe I could be anymore entertaining, but as Kayo got me in rhythm with her and the music, I blushed several different shades and we both had orgasm at the same time. The crowd was barely controllable. Haruka got on the mike, “Ladies and Gentlemen, the new Champion, ‘Hardcock’.”

I don’t remember getting off the stage, dressed or back to the barracks. I do remember waking up with a slight headache that Memorial Day morning. I heard a knock on my door, “Yo’ man its me open up.” I let “T” in. “Man like you don’t have enough trouble, now you’re a male stripper. Here’s the money you won last night.” It was over $600 dollars. ‘Was I that good “T”?’ “Man, Kayo and Haruka are still talking about last night. The whole base knows.”

Tuesday came and I prepared for Wednesday, I was on the last day of the pass. Cece picked me up and we went to lunch at the NCO club at Kadena, after that we went to the beach. We talked quite a bit, then she put the question.

“Rod, are you sure you want to spend your life with that woman…she broke your heart, what else does she have to break before you wake up.” I shook my head negatively, “Its my fault she’s in this position, I have to forgive her”

Cece looked at me with cool stern eyes and said, “You just might realize you made a big mistake, if you do, call me Rod. Call my home in North Carolina, I’ll get the message.” I was kind of angry, Cece knew that but she didn’t back off and she looked straight into me.

“I know you want me, we can have tomorrow if you give up yesterday, its up to you.” We left the beach and went to the barracks. I prepared for the inevitable. My Marine tour was nearly up.

At my review I was found fit for duty, I now had 35 days left. Major McKinley offered me a commission in the Marine Corps and orders to Quantico if I stayed. I declined. Upon returning to my unit I was sent to Captain Garrett. “Are you sure you want to go Sergeant, If you decide to stay you will be immediately Commissioned”, said the Captain. Before I could answer he said, “You also have 90 days to change your mind…take your time with this either way, O.K”.

‘I understand Sir, I will finish out my time here without any further distraction.’ “No Sergeant, you won’t, this is from HQMC” Captain read me my new orders. “…Proceed immediately to MCB Camp Pendleton, SU3, for immediate honorable discharge from the United States Marine Corps.” I couldn’t believe HQMC was discharging me over 30 days early.

Gunny Townsend checked me out of Battalion, so I said my goodbyes. In the S1 shop at HQ, I ran into “T” who insisted on taking me to Kadena for my flight.

“T” ran me out of Battalion HQ looking at the SRB clerk with a vicious stare, the clerk wanted to tell me something. I asked him “what’s up, what’s going on “T”.

“We’re even for everything now RJ” said “T”, “our honor is for the Corps”. Upon arrival at Kadena “T” passed me an NIS bulletin and informed me that Cpl. Jodi Price committed suicide in full dress uniform.

I flew to L.A. unannounced, my key still worked to our apartment. I heard June and Jana come in and talk about how her doctor said she was lucky to be clean and healthy. I was in uniform standing out of sight in the living room. June walked in the living room without noticing me and almost walked out. June turned around and screamed, Jana ran in, June grabbed me and held me so tight I couldn’t breath. “I’m home for good June, I won’t leave you until death do us part.”

“How do I…I mean, can we …” I interrupted June, “No guilt, no shame, no fear…Just hold me love” I said looking in her tear stained face. “You must be kidding!” She then proceeded to rip my uniform off, Jana laughed and cried saying, “see you guys later” as she ran out the back door.

Deployment is a real hardship on everyone sent overseas in combat or combat support capacities. The sufferings and anguish of the separation is endured as much at home as it is abroad by the serviceperson in uniform. There are many stories like this with unhappy endings. If you know of a service person overseas, write them, If you know of one going overseas find a way to let them know they are appreciated.

Love.

RJ

Tour of the Champion Part 2: Harder Realities

Continued …… (See Part 1)

It was getting late and near the midnight hour, calling from the bar, I checked in with the Desk Sergeant at MPD North and he notified Gunny.

I got on the phone with Sergeant Remming, (Black haired, hazel eyed New Englander with a gun fetish) I asked for some details into the ‘real’ reason this shit was happening to me.

“The scuttlebutt I’m hearing is it has to do with your clearance, Operation Bear Stalker and your wife,…that’s all the scoop I can get and its second hand..”

As the clock passed midnight I was ending my conversation with Remming who informed me that he had not only notified Gunny at the SNCO barracks, but logged the call for my benefit. “Hey RJ,…watch your ass and do what you gotta do,” then Remming hung up. “Hey man we gotta go,” “T” then whispered something in Haruka’s ear, she got off his lap and headed for the ladies room with Kayo in tow.

Kayo drove as “T” and Haruka made out in the back. We got to their place (nice two bedroom unit in an older building) and started to get crazy but not loud, being considerate of neighbors. “Stay here till late tomorrow afternoon, RJ, I’m gonna go to NIS and contact the field office in Osaka…gonna start some shit and get some answers. I told “T” what Remming said. “T” shook his head “RJ, lets handle your personal shit first then deal with Battalion.”

Kayo was dressed in a fishnet skirt with velcro fasteners in the back, her see through undies revealed that she was as clean shaven as a Marine Private before an I.G. inspection. Haruka was in a black silk skirt that was very mini, her firm round cantaloupe sized breasts were impressive for an oriental woman her size. Her bare legs shined and had the sweet scents of orange and cherry. “T” was now in a dark robe which Haruka tore into and then she jumped on “T”.

I was still in my clothes and nervous as Kayo looked at me more like a victim than a sex toy. Kayo sat next to me in a love seat that was near the window. She asked me if I wanted anything to drink. ‘Cold water please,’ she knew I was nervous and she sensed fear, she was the predator, she was cautious and deliberate. I sucked down the glass of water as I started to sweat.

Whatever we drank at the bar and in the car amplified my senses, I touched myself and could feel it all over. “You need to get out of those clothes before you sweat all over them.” Kayo quickly stripped me, leaving me in my skivvies. “Get outta those too” she ordered as I put on the robe she brought me. She then sat in my lap, finishing her cigarette, staring at me inquisitively. “What would you like for me to do for you,” Kayo asked.

“Just hold me, I don’t really want to do anything else,” Kayo smiled, “staying celibate for the girl back home.” ‘Yeah, something like that.’ Kayo kissed my cheek whispering, “I don’t have V.D. and I’ve had more shots than you did processing in…you won’t catch anything here.” I whispered, ‘Your not worried about catching anything from me?’ “Kayo smiled, ““T” will kill you if I get anything from you, beside your scared of oriental women, I can tell.”

She was right. V.D. films had me shying away from getting my flagpole wet in any of that yellow tail no matter how fine it was. But right now, I was subject to this weird high. And the drinks I had seemed to work on me like nothing I ever had before. I heard “T” moan through the walls and then silence as Kayo still stared at me. Kayo stood up in front of me, her crotch to my face and said, “will you trust me?” My mind screamed NO! My lips said ‘yeah’.

What do you do for a living? I asked (that sounded like a dumb question even to me, until I got the answer). “Me and Haruka own a club by White Beach,…stage entertainment, drinks, private areas for games, and of course a good sized grill”, Kayo continued as she got these yellow tie strips, a jar, and a sweat band. She pulled me off of the love seat and guided me to her bedroom.

She put the sweat band on my head, asked me to lie on her bed, she tied my hands to her head board and all the while kept talking about her club. “We do certain kinds of exotic entertainment for clientele who want a special kind of club experience, of course there is a gratuity involved…,” Kayo then rubbed herself down and put something on her lips saying “In the U.S., I learned a lot about how to keep American men happy…here I learned acupuncture .”

Kayo then sat on my gut, took my head in her hands and tongue kissed me (her kiss had a bitter/fruitlike taste). I was already sensitive to touch, now I was starting to burn all over, my heart raced and my body started to be both in pain and pleasure at the same time. I was overcome with anxiety, before I could tell her to let me loose, she put a ball gag in my mouth and cinched it in back of my head.

She pushed my legs open and rubbed something on my erect manhood. Kayo then took some kind of long thin pin to my urinary opening, my chest rose as my muffled scream was never heard. Everything faded to white as I twisted and turned in a full body orgasm. It felt like I was cumming from every part of myself and I don’t remember what happened after she mounted me.

Meanwhile on the other side of the world…. The rust colored AMC Javelin pulled up to Aunt Emmie and Uncle Jake’s. Shaniqua (my cousin) ran out to greet June and Jana. They cooked, shared a meal and then sat around the table to talk.

“How’s my nephew, June,” said Uncle Jake as he poured his wine. “He’s doing O.K, he should be home in less than 40 days” June chimed. “Uh Huh, well what is that other dude coming round your house think about that” said Uncle Jake.

June became defensive saying, “I don’t talk to Winton, I even have an order of protection against him.” “Not Winton, that other dude in a uniform, looks something like R.J.’s” asked Uncle Jake. June was paranoid. “A Marine” she said as her eyes bugged.” “Yeah,” said Uncle Jake emphatically. “He checks on me to see if I’m O.K., June said. Uncle Jake took a sip “I see”. “RJ must trust him an awful lot, as for me, having any man look after my wife, when I’m away, sheeit, never happen” as he looked at June’s guilty face.

Aunt Emmie said, “honey child, you better put things in order before RJ gets home or you’ll have hell on your hands. You better break it off clean and get yourself checked out by a doctor while your at it.” Aunt Emmie reached for her bible and looked Jana in the face. “Don’t look so shocked, we know you’ve been a go between for that so called Marine and June. Why, why do this to RJ,” said Aunt Emmie in a soft voice. June, shook her head, “How…”

“We know from Melvin (DeeDee’s Son, second cousin), June” said Aunt Emmie as she opened her bible. “Melvin! How did he….”. Uncle Jake spoke up, “Melvin sold that there Marine dude enough weed in the last two months to put a down payment on Rudy’s car (Rudy, another cousin). Oh Yeah, Rudy knows too.” June put her head in her hands, embarrassed and shamed. “He blackmailed me, he had a gun too. I was scared, I didn’t know what to do, but Jana helped me."

Uncle Jake said, “Adan’s people are from the same town in Jamaica that there Winton fool is from. I do believe there gonna talk to Winton. You better end all those other liaisons, understand.” “Maybe we better go Jana, said June.” “If RJ told you to come here you better believe he’s gonna call here, If your not here I won’t lie for you,” said Uncle Jake as he pointed at June.

At the same time in Los Angeles, at his apartment on Mascot near LaBrea, Winton stands outside his apartment trying to figure out why his car won’t start.

Winton talking to himself says, “Man I got to get to June’s, I’ll call Benji’s taxi (gypsy cab) to take me over to Westmoreland.” Winton’s cab shows up but Benji isn’t driving and it has two other fares.

Winton asks, “Mon, where Benji,” “Benji go to Vegas”, I’m drivin, you riding?” said the Rastaman in blue, his dreads covered by a large red, black and green beanie, making him look like the ‘Cat in the Hat’ (Dr Seuss). Yeh Mon, said Winton as he jumped in. “Where to”said the cab driver, Winton replied “Westmoreland at Olympic”. Rasta Cab Driver said “No Problem, I just have to drop this fare.” “O.K. Lets go shouted Winton.”

All the passengers greeted each other, the Rastamen noted that each of them were originally from the Clarendon area of Jamaica, but being Rasta, they were raised beyond Swift River valley just below the Blue Mountains. “My ex-girlfriend is from that area, yea man. Yea, I go to see her now, I know she’s home about this time. She marry some vicious asshole Marine, I get her back soon, man, soon.”

Both ‘fares’, wearing dreadlocks, offered Winton a flask that had Gin in it, after each took a swallow, Winton being social took a drink. They conversed as they drove south to Kenny Hahn Park on LaCienega.

Winton became disoriented and got agitated. “Where you guys goin” said Winton. “To a Picnic Mon, pass him the joint.” The car pulled to the back end of the lot and the men stepped out. “You want to join us for a smoke before we go down and join the crowd.”

Winton, a wanna be Rasta said O.K. just for a minuet. The Rasta Cab Driver said, I’ll wait here as he blasted an EEK-A-MOUSE (Jamaican Band) jam. They strolled up a hill and down a ridge out of sight of the rest of the park facing a very scenic view of the “HOLLYWOOD” sign. Winton sky high, took another toke, suddenly, Winton grabbed his groin, breathless, Rastaman in black kicked Winton in the balls. The Gin laced with pills didn’t dull the ass-kicking.

Doubling over, Winton dropped to the ground, Rastaman Brown kicked Winton as he tried to get up, you could hear his lungs echo from the pounding. The beating lasted about five minuets, Winton, bloody all over, tried again to get up only to be slapped down by Rastaman Black saying “Hey Mon, don’t fuck with another mans family, don’t mess with another mans wife. If dere’s a nex time we won’t be so nice, undertaker work go into the ground man”.

The three men drove off never to be seen again. Winton crawled to the bottom of the hill to be greeted by the LAPD. Winton, bloody and ragged, climbed to his feet and staggered toward the officers, smelling of Ganja and liquor.

“Dem beat me,” screamed Winton, “Dem beat me”. “What’s your name, sir said the tall cop. “Winton”. “Give me your I.D.” said the female cop. Winton wobbled as he gave the female officer a green card that had expired.

“How long you been out here drinking” said the tall officer. Winton now nearly totally incoherent tried to explain the cab ride and what happened. The tall cop lost all patience, after hooking up Winton for drunk and disorderly, they all drove off. Winton eventually ended up at Parker Center. During the ride the cops ascertained that Winton was looking for a married woman who’s husband was in the Marines. Winton’s troubles were just beginning.

It was now late Saturday afternoon in Okinawa as I became conscious. I did not see Kayo or Haruka. Oddly, I was not hung over, but ravenously hungry, my manhood was sore, with trepidation I looked down at it. Everything looked O.K. I urinated and it hurt at first and then it felt utterly awesome. As I got out of the bathroom, Kayo stared at me. ‘Where’s “T”’ I implored. “Good afternoon to you to RJ. “T” is at NIS Okinawa.” He’ll be back soon.

Kayo and Haruka had cooked a meal of fish, vegetables and Yaka Soba that smelled great. They sat me down and placed a bowl of the meal in front me, I prayed, thanked them and ate. As I finished “T” showed up. “RJ, Good News and Bad News, I had some friends run a warrant check on Winton, he’s locked up in Parker Center for drunk and disorderly. I called some people with INS. He’ll probably be deported.”

“The bad news my brother is that June has a visitor in one Corporal Price, one of your former lance coolies when you got attached to the Force (Fleet Support).

We know he’s been buying weed, we're finding out from where, we will bust him. Probability is he’s been fuckin your wife. Sorry to have to tell you this man. I think that’s why your clearance is being reviewed.”

“T”, get me to the YMCA so I can call home. (I was devastated) “I’m taking you back to your barracks, get in uniform, come with me to Kadena and call from there.” Kayo and Haruka said they would see us later. As “T” drove to Hansen I was quiet. “T” said, “Do you really want to spend your life with June, I mean, if she can be tempted like this…” I broke in, ‘Look, I didn’t want to leave her behind, the Corps issued orders, I follow them.’ I left her alone. Its my fault.’

In Bakersfield, it was late but Aunt Emmie, June, Jana and Shaniqua were still up, talking. June talked about her ordeal and some weird solutions. “So let me get this straight,” said Aunt Emmie, “you didn’t let this man have you, that is he didn’t get your…” “Pussy Mama, she didn’t give up the pussy” barked Shaniqua. “O.K. then, what kind of sex were you having with this other Marine, said Aunt Essie with absolute astonishment.

June said, he had me get naked, I let him kiss me but not tongue kissing. “Sex woman what kind of sex was the question” Shaniqua said impatiently. June snapped back,“I let him have my ass but not my snatch.” “What”, Aunt Emmies jaw dropped.” “I let Jodi fuck me in the ass just the one time but I never give him my pussy.” “Really”, said Shaniqua with total sarcasm. “What other bedtime stories you got for me tonight.”

“Its true, after Jodi ass fuck me that one time, Jana got me a chastity belt. I wear a nicely fitted, padded stainless steel chastity belt now with two keys. I have one hidden but I tell Jodi, I mailed RJ the other key.” Jana said, “Jodi got mad, but he still comes around to buy weed and he still threatens to blackmail June.

Aunt Emmie was beside herself with outrage and indignation. “What kind of low-lifin, heathen, sodomite trash are you involved with. Is this Jodi the only one who has been ass-screwing you” said Aunt Emmie, “or are there others.”

“Just Jodi, you don’t have to believe me, I’m telling the truth” June cried. The phone rang loudly throughout the house. “Shaniqua answered, “whoever this is it better be an emergency or a wrong number”.

“Shaniqua, its RJ, I’m sorry to call so late…” “RJ, hey Cousin, how are you!” “Fine Shaniqua, is Aunt Emmie there” I inquired. “Hold On. Mama, RJ” said Shaniqua, looking at June as she passed the phone to Aunt Emmie.

(Will June ever come ‘clean’? What about Winton? What is “T” going to do for RJ? What happens to Jodi?)

To be continued.

RJ