Since he was hitting...

Since he was hitting it off so well we all decided not to tell him that the chick he was hitting on was really a dude! They must have sat there for an hour or so while Billy kept buying the him-shim vodka and Cokes. We could hardly contain our giggles and grins when Billy announced that he was going to go out to the alley for a blowjob which he had paid fifty dollars for. But the funny part was just beginning. When Billy came back in he had a grin like he had been eating shit sandwiches. "So how was it, Billy? As good as you thought it was going to be? Billy gave this big mid-western grin. "Better than I imagined. When she started to blow me I got so turned on I told her I'd just had to have her pussy. But she said that she was on her period so I'd have to screw her in her rear and it would cost another fifty bucks but I didn't give a shit." "So you cornholed her?" asked one of my prankster shipmates. Young Billy chugged down his Schlitz and slammed the mug down on the bar. "Big time! I nailed her so hard she'll call her Mom to tell her all about it." "Was it like screwing a sheep back on the farm?" yelled out one wag. "Better." Billy responded. "Well you just fucked a guy in the ass!" We had all screamed out at once.

Billy had look on his face like we had just told him that his dog had died, but it was all in good fun. Then the Captain's clerk started dancing around chanting "Billy fucked a him-shim! Billy fucked a him-shim," until Billy freaked out, ran out of the bar, and jumped into a cab. We stayed in the bar and partied until closing and then staggered back to the ship. It wasn't until the next morning that we had heard that Billy had gone total bugshit when he got back to the ship and threatened to burn the goddamn thing down to the waterline. He had to be restrained and sedated by a corpsman and was carried off on a stretcher. I wonder what the hell that was all about? We never saw Billy again. He was a good guy and I always missed him after he was gone. Last I heard was that he was locked up in some Navy hospital ward somewhere. "Holy shit, Chief! That's quite a story." This bastard was psychotic. This asshole himself needed to be locked up in a room with padded walls. "Those were the days. Those were the days." He tossed back another shot of Jack Daniel's and sighed. "It's all gone to shit now. Especially with Rose and Brewer gone." What in the hell was he talking about? "What's gone to shit?"

Mason slammed down the rest of his beer chaser and signaled for an encore from the barkeep. He exhaled wearily. "We had a good thing going. We were gonna make a lotta cash when it was over. Then those two stupid shits had to fuck it all up. All for some drugs and then that goddamn pimp had to get hooked up in everything. But then again Rose was stupid enough to hold out on him so she probably deserved what she got." Christ, I thought the big redneck was going to start weeping. "What are you talking about, Chief?" He leaned over on to the bar on his forearms and looked at me with a sneaky grin. "Guess I can tell you now with you shipping out tomorrow. Wouldn't hurt much I guess." He did an exaggerated look around the empty bar. "Past couple of years me and Brewer and Rose were taking snapshots of a bunch of visiting dignitaries and high ranking officers when they were fucking Rose." What in the fuck? "How in the hell were you pulling that off?"

"Rose would take them up to her place and we had a little camera area set up in a crawl space with a two way mirror in her bedroom. That fucking Brewer is as skinny as a garden snake so he could slide in and hide in there and burn up a roll of film. Rose would turn on the stereo with some romantic shit so they'd never hear the camera. Worked like a fucking charm." Holy shit! "How many guys did you do that to?"

Mason tried to process that through all the booze floating around in his booze soaked brain. "Fuck, maybe thirty or forty guys and four or five women. Rose didn't mind going down on a woman, that's for damn sure." He tugged at the crotch of his pants. "Holy shit! Was that hot to watch or what?" I found myself wishing I had been there. "What in the hell were you going to do with the pictures?" "Blackmail the sons of bitches. We were going to wait until Brewer and I retired and Rose got discharged. Couple more years and then we were going to blackmail 'em all. I got all the negatives in a big binder."