So that happened . . .

[Gawdzilla Sama]

Back in 1976 I was stationed at Roosevelt Roads Naval Air Station, Puerto Rico. A large part of the base was an abandoned housing development that almost nobody visited. I heard about a beach there, on "Shark Channel", that sounded nice*. I rode my bike out there and arrived just before sunset. I had a bottle of Jack Daniels and some recreational substances to with it, and had settled down to watch the tropical night sky for a while. BUT as soon as it got nicely dark a person strolled across my visual field, left to right. And totally naked. I wasn't at all obvious sitting fairly close to the jungle edging the little bay, so I said nothing and she walked on by. A few minutes later two more ladies came by, in the same state of dishabille.  Then two guys. I enjoyed the view but wasn't interested in following them just then. However, a few minutes later one of the girls spoke from a position behind me.

"We're short one guy. Care to join us?"

How could I say no?  


*Here: 18°14'40.93" N  65°36'15.26" W

What position?

Um, let's say everybody got along fine and leave it at that.

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Public response to a PM, because it's relevant. While at Roosy Roads my job was as Master-at-Arms in the W.A.V.E.S. barracks. (Borinquen Heights if you've ever been there.) I was one of four men who had a room  in that barracks, and all the ladies knew me. So that invitation wasn't so odd or random as I seem to have made it sound.

And this is me at the time, spoilered to save sensitive eyes:

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Sorry about that.