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Bobby grabbed the last bottle of bourbon and meandered back to the couch. But he stopped at an odd China cabinet. The old-fashioned piece of furniture was suited for a grandmother\u2019s house, not a young guy\u2019s place.<\/span><\/p>\n

Even stranger, though, were the contents. There were no fragile plates, gravy bowls or prissy tea cups on saucers. Instead, inside were only a few Army-issued items. Ronnie’s colored pins and medals, patches, an Army beret, a triangle-folded American flag.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he noticed a pair of brown, thick-rimmed eyeglasses.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bobby set down the bottle on the dining room table.<\/span><\/p>\n

The loose glass in the cabinet doors rattled when he opened them. He picked up the eyeglasses but only half lifted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRonnie, these glasses are broken. Why are you keeping them?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He brought the lens close to his right eye. He pulled it away, immediately, blinking. \u201cYou are blind, man.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie walked to the cabinet. \u201cThose are special to me.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWere they broken in some attack or a frontline fight\u2014your personal Battle of the Bulge?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no. I was a tank mechanic. I didn\u2019t leave base much.\u201d Ronnie picked up the other half of the glasses. \u201cIt’s just memorabilia. Something that sticks with you all the days of your life. You know what I mean, right?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI still have my high school letter for varsity football and the hat I wore at high school graduation.\u201d Bobby shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie took the half of the frames that Bobby held. \u201cKind of the same, sort of. This is greater than both football and a degree.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie fit the parts together at the bridge where they were broken. He stared at the thick frame.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour eyes have glazed over, man. I know what this means. You\u2019re obviously reliving it. So, come on, out with it. Tell me the story.\u201d Bobby put his hands forward, as if expecting a thief to hand over stolen merchandise.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie set the glasses gently by the American flag.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI had some time off base. And there’s nothing to do but get in trouble on R&R, see. Especially in Iraq, the desert\u2014hot, boiling hot. No rest for the weary.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie closed the cabinet door, making the thin panes of glass shake. He twisted the lock, holding it momentarily, as if recalling the past.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe guys found this club in a city nearby. A place like this was not, in no way, supposed to be in the desert. I guess the club knew a big base of johns was the perfect place for a flashy business.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSmart, very smart. Men with nothing to do and money to spend.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie chuckled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnyway, the place was banging, dude. Dancers and swirling lights, alcohol galore. Cheap prices\u2014not that prices would have stopped me from spending and partying. And, Bobby, the women! Bobby, those women were crazy. I never had more girls grinding on me, rubbing me up and down. Saying things in my ears. I couldn\u2019t understand much with their accents and the loud music, but, trust me, I got their point.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie picked up two drink glasses from the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was hard to find wild, party women in that part of the world.\u201d Ronnie poured the glasses full.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWrong assumptions.\u201d Bobby took a drink.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cComplete mistake. I found them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The two guys relaxed with their feet propped up on Ronnie’s dining room table.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe place is pretty conservative on the front side. Women are covered, not showing anything. I was so glad when I got back to the good ole U.S. of A. To see California girls again. Tiny bikinis, showing off everything. Being stationed overseas is no easy feat, hear me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHot weather and no girls to stare at.\u201d Bobby shook his head as if feeling the pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBeing all conservative in the streets, these women in the club were a sight for sore eyes. Mini-skirts, tight tops, nice legs.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie sat up abruptly. His chair screeched on the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHigh heels, Bobby! I was drooling over plain high heels. Do you understand how deprived I was? I had to be a sexual camel.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cSo inhumane. You deserve a handicapped parking permit for that. It\u2019s a new side of war.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie picked up the bourbon bottle. \u201cRefill?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie poured.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, the girls were\u2014according to my American standards\u2014average. Decent bodies, young and flirty, skinny. Some, like any club across the globe, were not what I would have been wanting to look at. But it was war. We had to grade ladies on the curve, right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was grading on the curve back in high school.\u201d Bobby hissed after swallowing the harsh bourbon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen this group of ladies came over to me. One was huge.\u201d Ronnie shook his head dreamily. \u201cI mean, I have always loved titties. You know that. I could stare at them all day long. They mesmerize, turn my mind off. Well, this lady was, like, \u2018boing\u2019!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He cupped his hands around his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCompared to Evelyn Webber from high school?\u201d A grin smeared across Bobby’s face, awaiting an answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis lady’s boobs were like twice the size of \u2018Watermelon\u2019 Evelyn.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo way, not serious!\u201d Bobby’s grin curled into mistrust.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am serious.\u201d Ronnie pointed to the China cabinet. \u201cDo you see those glasses over there? Proof.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour broken glasses are proof?\u201d Bobby squinted at his friend across the table.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet me tell the story, would ya?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Bobby poured each a glass of bourbon. \u201cGo ahead. Finish.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, this one lady was huge, putting Watermelon’s to shame. I mean sandbags for tits.\u201d His hands emphasized their size and girth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOutsizing Watermelon\u2019s. Amazing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust massive things that bounced and shook when she danced.\u201d He shimmied his shoulders wildly. \u201cAnd the cleavage just gettin’ deeper and wider. I don\u2019t think I had smiled that much before. Her tits shut my mind off faster than hittin\u2019 Snoop-Dogg-quality weed. You get me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo these knockers actually were a \u2018contact\u2019 high.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat is more true than you think.\u201d Ronnie laughed as he dragged over the bottle. \u201cAnother drink?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d Bobby said, \u201cbut get on with your story. Hooters and broken glasses, this is an interesting tale.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie slid the bottle to the center of the table. \u201cA tale. Ha! Listen, man, I\u2019m not talkin\u2019 Paul Bunyan and Babe the ol\u2019 Blue Ox. Not even Bigfoot. This is real.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Bobby finished his bourbon. The ice clinked around in the empty glass. \u201cWell, get on with it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe woman was too big for a mini-top, so she was wearing a long dress, a flowy kind of thing\u2014what are they called moomoo gowns? So the harder I\u2019m drinkin\u2019 the wilder I\u2019m dancin\u2019. Like humpin\u2019 her leg, sliding up and down like a pole. And her hands are movin\u2019 all over me too. It wasn\u2019t all one-sided. She had no shame.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBest kind of women, no shame.\u201d Bobby upped the empty glass.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuddenly, her hands grab the top of my head and shove me to my knees. I\u2019m thinkin\u2019 what the hell. What’d I do? Did I do something object-able, overject-ion\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cObjectionable,\u201d Bobby corrected, then urged on the story, \u201cYeah, okay, okay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, bourbon and this lady make my tongue not work. Well, I assumed I made her mad. But nope! She flings this dress-thing she’s wearing over my head. I\u2019m, like, in a tent now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA tent in the desert, eh.\u201d Bobby circled the base of his empty glass around the condensation on the table. The ice clanked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI look up and see her boobs right there. And guess what? No bra! These gigantic tits hangin\u2019 there, the fruit of heaven!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo bra! The fuck!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"body<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know if it was there and she took it off or if she didn\u2019t wear one. But I was too drunk and turned on to care.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Bobby and Ronnie laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHer tits are just beggin\u2019 to be goin\u2019 in my mouth. Nipples, round, like flying saucers, and obvious even in this dark tent I’m in!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBig?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo I have to even answer? These were like porn-star big. But they were real.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie walked to the refrigerator. \u201cA beer?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie slid a can across the table. It left behind a trail of condensation.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen the lady started to dangle them just out of my mouth’s reach. I was like one of those lizards that, you know, stretch out their tongue really far to get their food. Except I couldn\u2019t get what I wanted.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The pair nearly fell over laughing at the comparison.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou, a fucking lizard! So funny!\u201d Bobby wiped tears from his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

After regaining their senses, Ronnie continued.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s startin\u2019 to be playful. She’s swingin’ them back and forth under the gown.\u201d He swayed languidly in his chair.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFirst they were in motion together, but they got out of rhythm. They hit each other. Clangin\u2019 is the sound I heard but it was prob-ly smackin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat where they got the name \u2018knockers\u2019 from?\u201d Bobby interjected with a deep laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ronnie wasn\u2019t listening.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThese were glorious tits. I still hear church bells, high in a steeple, bonging and echoing all over a city.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA religious awakening,\u201d Bobby said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI saw heaven, man, heaven. I now know the afterlife exists now. That was until she pulled the dress off of me. I didn\u2019t realize how stifling hot I was in there. Outside of it, I was in air-conditioning. I could breathe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He took a long drink of his beer. He turned in his chair toward the eyeglasses in the China cabinet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bobby downed his Bud. \u201cThis really affected you. I mean, your mind is practically overseas right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe dragged me off the dance floor to like some karaoke room. But we didn\u2019t sing. Ha-ha. No way. She got naked and got me naked too. Laying there, I was pinned. She spread both tits. What was she doing? My mind was so warped that I didn\u2019t know. I tried to figure it out. But didn\u2019t have time. The next thing I knew though was my head had been smacked between two hot, sweaty bags. She did it again! Fuck! Pulled her tits wide apart and let go. They hit both sides of my head at once. Crushin\u2019 me. Like deafening my ears. I sat there smiling. Like beautiful torture.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA POW\u2014prisoner of women.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy head was pounded and pounded. Nothin\u2019 like it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that when\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYep, broke my glasses. The sandbags crashed into my cheeks, and I heard the crack.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Laughing, Bobby\u2019s forehead banged the tabletop, a deadened thud. He remained there, not moving, but still laughing toward the floor. He laughed and laughed until he toppled over. Splayed out, he cracked up. He rolled from side to side.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI got those tits though, Bobby. I sucked the hell out of them fuckers. Sucked till they were elated.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean deflated,\u201d Bobby corrected from the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever they were. She was crying out in some language. Hugging my head. All I know is that women moan the same in all cultures.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWomen, yes, they all love their titties sucked,\u201d Bobby said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot sure how it ended for sure. I thought people barged in and took her. Maybe friends. Never sure. How ever it happened, when I had enough sense to think, I was still in that karaoke room. My broken glasses were in my front shirt pocket, split in two.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI understand why they\u2019re important. They are an air balloon,\u201d Bobby said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHair loom, Bobby, they\u2019re a hair loom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I meant to say.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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