Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 16:54:31 -0500
From: Alana Montgomery <alana_montgomery@email.com>
Subject: The Love of a Traveling Soldier- Part 4

The Love of a Traveling Soldier
By Alana Montgomery

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I drove to the pier and met James there.  James greeted me with a hug and a
peck on the cheek.  "How are you doing he asked?"

"I'm okay," I said.

He wrapped his arm around me and said, "The view is beautiful here isn't
it?"

"Yes it sure is," I responded in an awkward tone.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he was kissing my neck.

"Well, I kinda have a boyfriend," I said, moving away from him.

"Really, who?" James asked.

"His name is John.  He is in Vietnam," I said.

"Well, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to.  We can just sit
here and talk if you like?", he said.

"That would be swell.  If John wasn't in the picture, I would jump you
faster than Superman chanfing his clothes", I said.  This was true. He
seems to have this kind of animal magnetism that makes me want him so much,
but I must fight back my temptations.  I must be true to John.

"Have you seen any of my movies?" he asked.

"Sure, I've loved you in Rebel", I said, "there's just something about
Jim's vulnerability that just made me want to hold him and tell him that
everything will be okay."

"I'm feeling a little chilly," James said.  I went to my car and got my
letterman jacket, then we both cuddled underneath it.  "So you played the
piccolo?" he asked me.

"Yea I'm first chair", I said.

"So that means that you're pretty good with long hard objects," he said.
We both laughed hysterically.  Then we kissed each other on the lips.  I
slowly pulled his white t-shirt over his head and off his body.  His chest
and abs were like a perfectly chisled sculpture.  Michelangelo couldn't
have crafted anything so beautiful.  I swirled my tongue around his left
nipple, that made him moan softly.  Then I moved to the right.  Then I
kised my way down to his waist.  I gently unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans.  I was surprised to see that he didn't wear any underwear.  The
little rebel was staring me in the eye.  Actually, the rebel wasn't that
little, he was 9 inches and uncut.  I pulled back the skin and gently blew
on the tip. This made him groan.

"It's not nice to tease," he said.

So I took his whole head into my mouth then worked my way down to his
pubes.  "You're so much better at this than Sal Menio," he said.  Wow, I
never knew Sal Menio was gay.  15 minutes later, James errupted in my mouth
and I took it all.  We went over to the beach shower and cleaned off.
After we got dressed, James gave me two autograph pictures.  One for me and
one for John.  He kissed me on the cheek then left.  All of a sudden, the
guilt of my actions hit me like a ton of bricks. I got in my car and drove
home.  When I got there, I found a letter from John.  It said:

		Dear Charles:

It is not going so well here in Vietnam.  I made a friend during basic
training, today he was shot by the Viet Cong.  You know, whenever it gets
tough over here, I always think of that day at the pier.  You are my first
and only love.  Soon I will come home and I can be with you everyday.

		My love will fly to you
		John

This is just what I needed, like I couldn't feel anymore guilty.  I sat at
the table and wrote him a letter.

		Dear John:

I have something to tell you.  First off, this is not one of those "Dear
John" letters.  I really need to tell you this so I'll tell you point
blank.  I cheated on you.  It only happened once and it will never happen
again.  I was just so depressed and lonely.  I am sorry.  I'll understand
if you never want to see me again.  If you think about it, it's technically
you're fault.  You shouldn't have left me here alone.  Who am I kidding,
this isn't the least bit your fault.  You're only doing what you have to
do.

		Love
		Charles

I put the letter and the autograph picture of James Dean in the envelope,
sealed it, then sent it off.  A few weeks later I got a phone call.

"Hello", I said.

"Hey Charles," John said.

"Did you get the letter?" I asked.

"Yes I did," he said.

"Well I can explain," I pleaded.

"What is there to explain.  You got to meet James Dean and have sex with
him.  You've fulfilled my dream," he said.

"How did you know that it was him?" I asked.

"On the picture he wrote, 'Please don't be mad at Charles, he really loves
you'", he said.

"Oh that's sweet", I said.

"P.S. your boyfriend was a great lay", he said while chuckling.

"Did it really say that?", I asked.

"No.  And all is forgiven on the condition that you never do that again
unless it's with Carey Grant or Rock Hudson.  If you do, send pictures", he
laughed.

"I don't think that will happen, Rock Hudson isn't gay", I said.
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