I've told a few stories about my Uncle George and his career in the Navy. To bring everyone up to speed, he graduated as a civil engineer, was commissioned in the U.S. Navy and assigned to Pensacola Naval Air Station where he spent several years building additions to the base. At that time Uncle George was single and had developed quite a reputation as a ladies' man, especially with the Navy Nurse Corps. As with prior stories, this is told by me as an avid listener as we comfortably sat is his study while he reminisced. A good glass of bourbon was the standard conversation lubricant.
It was the mid-1950s and Uncle George was asked to volunteer for a short mission in the Panama Canal Zone, which at the time was still a U.S. possession. He agreed to go but was told that he had to get several inoculations at the base hospital. It's an interesting tale, but I'll let him tell it.
"I had been accepted as an engineering advisor for a short project in the Canal Zone and as per orders had to report to the base hospital for several shots to protect me from several nasty tropical diseases. I didn't think anything more about it and one day reported to the reception area where an attractive nurse took my information and had me wait while she hunted down the head nurse."
"That sounds easy enough," I said.
"Yes, it does, but there is more to this story, a lot more. A few minutes go by and Lieutenant Kathleen Billings comes out to see me. Just for the record, she and I had dated a few times. We had a good time together for as long as it lasted and just for the record I had gotten in her pants a few times. She was also a very good looking woman with a trim body and wonderfully full boobs. Oh, the memories."
"So you're leaving out some important information. Why did you two break up?"
"That is an embarrassing story to tell, especially for a naval officer. I had borrowed one of the boats from the base sailing club and we were intending to have a pleasant afternoon of sailing. Anyway, I managed to get lost near one of the barrier islands and proceeded to run aground. There's nothing usually wrong about doing that except I had strayed into off-limits waters near the bomb range. Kathy and I decided that since we were all alone that we'd have sex while waiting for the tide to come back in."
"Sounds logical to me. It's what I would have done under those circumstances."
"I know, but before I continue, we better have a little more bourbon," said Uncle George refilling our glasses.
"So, what happened?"
"We had gone below and one thing led to another. I had started by taking down the straps on her swimsuit and liberating those terrific boobs of hers. Soon we were both naked as jaybirds. So, what do you think a well-built female and a young horny sailor should do when they find that they are both naked and quite willing?"
"I think I get the picture."
"You do. We proceeded to have some of the best sex that I think I had had up to that point. Kathy was insatiable. We were doing it for the third time when I felt the boat move a little but paid it no attention. What had happened is that the security patrol had seen the sailboat aground and came along side, but they didn't find anyone. Then a pair of Marines brandishing M-1 carbines came down below just as Kathy and I were at the height of passion. I was able to dig my ID out of my wallet, but Kathy was mortified and the only thing she had to cover herself with was a beach towel that was not totally up to the needed task. To make matters worse one of the Marines recognized her from the hospital and within days the whole base knew about it."
"So, Kathy was not especially happy to see you, was she?"
