gotta go to Wal-Mart?"
"At least you lost the ponytail. Get up here and meet Virgil. He's an ex--sergeant first class out of the SF. You two are going to be training together."
Ramon eyed the black man wearing overalls. "He don't look SF to me . . . looks like a dumbass farmer."
Unfazed, Virgil stuck out his hand. "Virgil Washington."
Ramon paused before taking his hand and spoke coldly.
"Ramon Juan Delgado y Lopez."
Ted spoke up, thinking he had better explain Virgil's appearance. "Ramon, Virgil here was in Leavenworth for the past six years for a misunderstanding of sorts. They busted him for attempted murder of an officer. Virgil caught a lieutenant banging his wife in a Mustang convertible."
Ramon looked into Virgil's eyes and slowly shook his head. "In a Mustang? No way."
Virgil shrugged. "She was Korean, could squat on a dime."
"Attempted murder, man? Why didn't you do the L-tee?", Ramon asked.
"He fainted."
Ted motioned to the third lawn chair. "Sit, Ramon. We were just talkin' about you. Tell us what really happened that got you busted out."
Ramon gave Ted a pained expression. "Ah, man, I don't like talkin' about it."
"Come on, Ramon, we're all being honest here," Ted said.
Ramon sighed. "I . . . I got caught making it with the C. O.'s wife."
Ted grinned. "The commander's ol' lady? Come on.
Don't shit us."
"It's not a war story, man. I was on my way up. I was going to be promoted to E-seven, but man, she was one hot lady."
"How in the hell you meet the C. O.'s wife?" Ted asked, not believing a word.
"I worked out a lot and she was there workin' out in the post gym, too. She was an aerobics instructor . . . lookin' good, man . . . had a body that made you sweat just lookin' at her. She came on to me, thought it was cool flirtin' with me, and her old man being the C. O. I couldn't help myself.
She was a lady, man . . . a real lady, but really fucked up in the head. I could tell, man. Dressed like a high school girl, ya know. Short skirts, tight blouses, always showin' off her body, and she had it to show, man. I'm talkin' tits out to here, man, and legs and ass you wouldn't believe. She got off on people starin' at her all the time. I should have known, man." ing up to the yarn. "The C. O. caught you doin' it to her?" Ted asked, warm from Richmond a day early and walks into the house and "No, man, her mama caught us! Her mama drove down hears her moanin' and groanin' while we're gettin it on in the bedroom. I'm just about to get it, and Mama walks in.
Like I said, the foxy lady is muy loco 'cause she keeps humpin' me, man, like it doesn't make any difference to her.
The mama is yelling for her to stop but she just pumps me faster. I'm tellin' ya, man, it was bad. I couldn't do anything but lay there and let her go for it. She finally gets off on me and then asks Mama if she wants some of my action. Mama says she's going to shoot me and leaves the room to find a gun. I booked, man. Left with only my pants."
"Oh, shit, then the C. O. finds out?" Ted asked.
"Oh, yeah. Mama ratted us out, but says I was raping her daughter. It was a done deal in two days, man. 'Course they couldn't pin the rape charge because she drove me to the house, but they had other shit they could use, conduct unbecoming and all that. I had a choice of court-martial or leave for the good of the service."
"Was she good?" Ted couldn't resist. "I mean she sure as hell had better been."
Ramon frowned and shook his head. "I could have been an E-seven and you askin' if she was good?"
Virgil patted the Cuban's arm. "Everything happens for the best . . . we're ridin' the train again, Ray. Big money and doin' what we do best. We gonna be ridin' high again."
Ramon gave the black man a cold stare. "You turn fag in the pen?" Virgil wrinkled his brow. "Naw, Ray, I was an E-seven sergeant first class, and it wasn't all that great is all. Ya didn't miss nothin' by not makin' the rank."
"My name is Ramon, not Ray, man. You got that?"
"I
"At least you lost the ponytail. Get up here and meet Virgil. He's an ex--sergeant first class out of the SF. You two are going to be training together."
Ramon eyed the black man wearing overalls. "He don't look SF to me . . . looks like a dumbass farmer."
Unfazed, Virgil stuck out his hand. "Virgil Washington."
Ramon paused before taking his hand and spoke coldly.
"Ramon Juan Delgado y Lopez."
Ted spoke up, thinking he had better explain Virgil's appearance. "Ramon, Virgil here was in Leavenworth for the past six years for a misunderstanding of sorts. They busted him for attempted murder of an officer. Virgil caught a lieutenant banging his wife in a Mustang convertible."
Ramon looked into Virgil's eyes and slowly shook his head. "In a Mustang? No way."
Virgil shrugged. "She was Korean, could squat on a dime."
"Attempted murder, man? Why didn't you do the L-tee?", Ramon asked.
"He fainted."
Ted motioned to the third lawn chair. "Sit, Ramon. We were just talkin' about you. Tell us what really happened that got you busted out."
Ramon gave Ted a pained expression. "Ah, man, I don't like talkin' about it."
"Come on, Ramon, we're all being honest here," Ted said.
Ramon sighed. "I . . . I got caught making it with the C. O.'s wife."
Ted grinned. "The commander's ol' lady? Come on.
Don't shit us."
"It's not a war story, man. I was on my way up. I was going to be promoted to E-seven, but man, she was one hot lady."
"How in the hell you meet the C. O.'s wife?" Ted asked, not believing a word.
"I worked out a lot and she was there workin' out in the post gym, too. She was an aerobics instructor . . . lookin' good, man . . . had a body that made you sweat just lookin' at her. She came on to me, thought it was cool flirtin' with me, and her old man being the C. O. I couldn't help myself.
She was a lady, man . . . a real lady, but really fucked up in the head. I could tell, man. Dressed like a high school girl, ya know. Short skirts, tight blouses, always showin' off her body, and she had it to show, man. I'm talkin' tits out to here, man, and legs and ass you wouldn't believe. She got off on people starin' at her all the time. I should have known, man." ing up to the yarn. "The C. O. caught you doin' it to her?" Ted asked, warm from Richmond a day early and walks into the house and "No, man, her mama caught us! Her mama drove down hears her moanin' and groanin' while we're gettin it on in the bedroom. I'm just about to get it, and Mama walks in.
Like I said, the foxy lady is muy loco 'cause she keeps humpin' me, man, like it doesn't make any difference to her.
The mama is yelling for her to stop but she just pumps me faster. I'm tellin' ya, man, it was bad. I couldn't do anything but lay there and let her go for it. She finally gets off on me and then asks Mama if she wants some of my action. Mama says she's going to shoot me and leaves the room to find a gun. I booked, man. Left with only my pants."
"Oh, shit, then the C. O. finds out?" Ted asked.
"Oh, yeah. Mama ratted us out, but says I was raping her daughter. It was a done deal in two days, man. 'Course they couldn't pin the rape charge because she drove me to the house, but they had other shit they could use, conduct unbecoming and all that. I had a choice of court-martial or leave for the good of the service."
"Was she good?" Ted couldn't resist. "I mean she sure as hell had better been."
Ramon frowned and shook his head. "I could have been an E-seven and you askin' if she was good?"
Virgil patted the Cuban's arm. "Everything happens for the best . . . we're ridin' the train again, Ray. Big money and doin' what we do best. We gonna be ridin' high again."
Ramon gave the black man a cold stare. "You turn fag in the pen?" Virgil wrinkled his brow. "Naw, Ray, I was an E-seven sergeant first class, and it wasn't all that great is all. Ya didn't miss nothin' by not makin' the rank."
"My name is Ramon, not Ray, man. You got that?"
"I
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