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There was and he went over to a table to say hello.
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He turned full circle on the bar stool, I thought to check the place out and see if there was anybody he knew or who might know him. He knew I was kidding, probably knew I was covering up that I was worried. He sauntered up to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me with that crooked smile as if he weren't late at all. He had a waist that made women jealous and his jeans shifted loosely around his waist, held up not by a belt but by his round, tight bubble butt. He had incredibly wide shoulders with balled muscles that looked soccer balls and big arms sticking out of a muscle shirt and his pecs protruded in two solid masses of muscle. I recognized his very masculine frame as he appeared in the doorway and his cocky, sexy walk confirmed it. I couldn't even think about it without getting suck to my stomach.įinally, he was there. I tried more than once to imagine how I would handle it if he didn't come back from one of those missions. I was just an interpreter at Intel….interrogation…we dealt many times with the guys he sometimes brought in. It was something we both understood and lived with…. My guts tightened at the thought that maybe something had happened to him. I started to get the sweats as the night wore on. Okay, you want all of it.he was a sniper. He was Navy, which I liked to kid him was a distant cousin to the Marines.
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The guy I was waiting on was Jason Seaborn, also nineteen but his 195 pounds were spread over a five-ten frame which made him look heavier. Most of us were we had a workout room right in the barracks. Brad Courter, 19, six feet even, 196 pounds, regulation jarhead, buzz-cut Marine. Hell, anybody in his right mind would know better than to mess with Toby. The other two guys came out, one embarrassedly nursing a bloody nose and the other one with a black eye and holding his stomach. Toby came back to the bar without a scratch. Moments later, there was a lot of noise back there, then the back door was slamming shut. He nodded for them to follow him back to the rest room. Politely at first, till one of the stupid shits had the balls to ask him if he was gay. They talked to each other loud enough that others could hear, as they looked around and tried to guess if this or that guy was gay. One time there were a couple of guys who looked like raw recruits who came in with the sole purpose of finding and beating up gays. Toby was quick and quite capable of dealing with loud homophobia. It wouldn't have been that way in any other bar.
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It was a code one that even the straight guys respected if they found out about you. That was the way it was….a lot of times he knew better but you talked in heterosexual terms. I didn't know if he knew who I was waiting on but if he did he didn't say so. Toby got me another beer without me asking for it. I watched every guy who came through the door, if only for a quick glimpse before he was shrouded in the darkness of the bar. Toby was a former Marine, big and muscular, one of the original advisors sent to Vietnam. Of course, Toby was strict as hell about flaunting it or being too obvious. It was enough of a mix of straights and women that the MPs never bothered the place. He didn't advertise it but word got around that it was safe for gay soldiers and Marines to go there. Toby's Bar was typical of GI hangouts in Saigon dark, smoky, not very fancy, with hookers, the whole package, except for one thing. There was always that fear that gripped my guts when were to meet up. I waited at the bar, waiting and praying that he would show up, afraid he wouldn't.