Date: Thu, 03 Apr 2003 21:10:43 -0500 From: Alana Montgomery <alana_montgomery@email.com> Subject: The Love of a Traveling Soldier-Part 1 The Love of a Traveling Soldier By Alana Montgomery * It is illegal to read the contents of this story if you are under the legal age of consent. If you are offended by this material, what are you doing here? This story is my property. You can copy it for personal non-business use. This story may resemble a song by the Dixie Chicks called "Travelin' Soldier". That is the property of Arista Records and the Dixie Chicks. If you have comments about this story feel free to email me at alana_montgomery@email.com" -MAKE SURE TO READ "THE WINDING ROAD OF PASSION" UNDER BOYBANDS I remember it as if it were yesterday, It was back in the summer of 1965 at the time I was 17 and working at a small cafe in the Hawthorne Motor Lodge. While I bussing tables in the evening, a young man came into the cafe. He was wearing a tight green t-shirt and a pair of camoflauge pants. He sat at the bar, he seemed to be really depressed. So I said, "Hi my name is Charles, and welcome to the Hawthorne Motor Lodge, I didn't catch your name". He said, "My name is John. I really need someone to talk to." "What's on your mind?" I asked. "I just recieved my Draft noticed," He said before tears started pouring down his face. "I just don't know what to do. I don't want to die!" he cried. I handed him a napkin to blow his nose and wipe his eyes. "You know what", I said, "I will be getting off in a few minutes, howabout we go somewhere to talk?" He nodded in agreement. After I finished work, we drove to the pier in my 1955 DeSoto. "I turned 18 two days ago. That is the age where a man finally starts living his life, but I get my death warrant before my I start living my life," John said. "Who says that you're going to die?" I asked. "I am going to Vietnam to fight in a war. My odds are not that great," he responded. We sat on the pier holding eachother until the sun had set. "We never know when or how we are going to die", I said to him, "the only thing we can do is live every moment of our lives to the fullest." "You're completely right", he said. He gently leaned in and kissed my soft plump lips. We walked over to the car and got in the back seat. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my six pack and firm pecs. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out is 8 inch uncut penis. I started licking around the rim of his head. As I was doing this, he was running his hands through my light brown hair. I soon engulfed the whole head and worked my way down. After 3 hours of passionate sex, we got dressed. "Would you mind it if I wrote to you when I'm away?" John asked. "Of course you can," I responded. Later at 8 am I watched as his airplane took him away to an army base in California. Two weeks later, I recieved my first letter from John. It said: Dearest Charles, I have been in love with you ever since I first looked into those deep soulful brown eyes of yours. I have no idea when I will be back in your arms again. If it wasn't for you, I would be pushing up daisies right now. You see, I was so scared and confused at that moment. My father just kicked me out of the house because he discovered my true sexuality, then I get this letter from the government stating that my number was picked in the lottery of death. I was just so overwhelmed, I did not feel safe and secure in my own skin anyomore. I had no purpose untill I met you. You made me feel alive once more. You gave me something to comeback home to, your love. My Love Will Fly To You Tonight, John Robert Webber ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Be on the look out for the next installment. I really hope you enjoyed this story. Your input is always appreciated. Email me at alana_montgomery@email.com