The Naughty Neighbor

My name is John, I live in a middle class apartment complex just outside of Houston. Now I say middle class, because it’s on the nice north side of Houston. And the apartments are tiny 500sq ft. for $650 a month. And there probably the cheapest apartments in the woodlands. There is one thing no matter what kind of apartments you live that’s always a problem, noisy neighbors. The couple in the apartment next to me were always fighting, mostly over stupid shit. Yes, I can hear every word they yell at each other through the thin walls.

 

Now when they weren’t fighting they were awesome to hang around with. Id met Thomas first, we normally would talk about how the local Houston teams were doing, as we saw each other in passing, or at the laundry mat. Now his girlfriend Raven, was smoking hot, without being super model fake either. She stood just at 5'4. with long brown hair and wouldn’t have weighed more than 115lbs. if it weren’t for her breasts. They’re big, big enough for me to get curious enough to ask if they were fake.

 

Weekend in Galveston

My name is john and I had just graduated high school. My buddy Brandon and I had both signed up to join the armed forces, he was going marines and I was keeping with family tradition and joining the army. As one of our only free weekends before shipping off to boot camp (it also happened to be Memorial Day weekend) we decided to take a road trip down to Galveston .  

Loaded up in his pickup truck, we had food clothes, and a thermos of vodka we had swiped off his dad. We left early on Friday planning to stop and eat with our buddy Dustin who was staying in Crystal Beach, about 45 minutes from the Galveston ferry at his grand pops beach cabin. Dustin had chosen to go Air Force and seeing as he was in a serious relationship they were having a romantic weekend together.

 

chance encounter before deployment

I see you across the bar, the short skirt your wearing makes your wedding ring insignificant. you wouldn't be wearing that if you had any intention of staying faithful to the poor loser who couldn't be with you tonight. its my last night in the states, I ship out for Afghanistan in the morning and I plan to make my last night very memorable.

I wait for the right time to make my move, you've have a few and are swaying to the music. your hips are intoxicating, I smile to myself as I make my way to you, my plans are devious. when I get close you notice me, my smile intoxicating, you blush and advert your eyes. when I stop next to you, you bring your eyes back up to mine. I ask with my southern draw, "hey darling would you care to dance?" before you can nod yes, I have your hand leading you out to the dance floor. I bring you in close and whisper in your ear, "just follow my lead".

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Mudding in Florida

There are very few things to do out in the back marshlands of Florida on a weekend, however for a good ole redneck it can be paradise. It was midsummer and hot as hell, naturally the southern state was in a drought. My buddies Chris, Randall, and myself piled into our trucks loaded out with coolers of beer, and plenty of logs to have ourselves a good time. About 20 miles outside of our army base were the semi dried up marshes, and we had a good Saturday night planned mudding followed by cold beer and a big bon fire. I had the coolers loaded up in my truck since it wasn't technically a truck, I drove an old 1988 k5 Chevy blazer with an 8in lift and 35in mud tires. Now I’m 5'10 and the bottom of the cab of my truck is waist high and it makes it a little hard for even me to climb inside. While Chris and Randall’s trucks were packed full of logs and stumps we had been collecting for the past month, we made our way out to the marshes