Things had gone well since the gangbang, the guys were real nice and polite and never mentioned that night, and it had been over six months since it happened and three of them had shipped out back to the states. I was feeling pretty safe and secure, then in December the young black MP and his family moved into the stairwell right upstairs from us, he was real nice when he saw me and introduced his wife and daughter to me and I felt like this would not be a problem.
In late January 1977 his wife went home on a family emergency and his daughter stayed with us in the evening, then in February my husband went TDY on an inspection trip, just before Fashing (carnival). Don, the black guy still was nice and polite to me all the time, but on the day my husband left, he said I will talk to you this afternoon. Don came home for lunch and knocked on my door, I opened it and tried to be calm and collected, I ask what he wanted and he said well I have tickets to a big Fashing party and since my wife is gone and so is your husband I thought maybe we could go together and not waste the tickets. I said thanks but I don't have a costume and it's too late to get a sitter for the boys. Don said, his daughter could watch them and he would pick up a costume for me this afternoon when he got his! I said that's nice but the neighbors will talk if we go together, again he had the answer; I will drive down the block to the park and wait for you he said.