Things to Come

By Paco Jones

This is a tale of the time between High School graduation and entering into Uncle Sam's Little Boys Canoe Club nine months later and four young women who made that time incredibly memorable.

The Navy was a much better choice than being drafted ... or was it?

The four young women are real though bear no resemblance to the characters as described here.

During the last part of my Senior Year in High School, I'd applied to a new department store that was opening during the summer. I needed a real job of some sort, so when they called to interview and hired me to work in the stockroom the same day, I was pretty stoked.

I have to admit that I'm deadly shy and don't meet the opposite sex all that easily though once we've talked and bantered, I'm good to go. Doing that initial touch base is something that doesn't come natural to me, but this was a fun job and gave me the opportunity to meet some really cute girls.

I've always kind of envied those guys that can walk into a bar, spot a cute girl, walk over and strike up a conversation, then be able to take them home and screw the shit out of them. It's just never been my forte.

Wendy was the catalyst for this story, but I can't tell her story without Diane, Brenda, and Tina. It turned out to be every guys fantasy, only better.

In the end, one of the girls and me turned out to be soul mates of a sort and though all still partook of the activities, she and I were inseparable until it was time to go to boot camp. Then, life for me, went to hell in a hand basket

As I was to find out, many of the girls I worked around were very hot to trot. Yeah, yeah, I know, they always say don't shit where you eat, but I was going to be gone in six months anyway.

The United States Navy and Vietnam were calling my name.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paco Jones
• Release date: Oct 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370714254

Paco Jones

Dr. Paco Jones is an aging Hippie. One of his favorite sayings is: "I will always be a Hippie. It's not a changeable condition." Born in Los Angeles and raised in the San Francisco Bay area he is a true product of the 60's and is a firm subscriber to the cliché "If you can remember the 60's you weren't there." He served in the United States Navy doing a tour in Vietnam in 1969 and 1970.

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Things to Come

adult fiction

by Paco Jones

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Disclaimer: This book is intended as adult entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, and places are products of the author’s imagination and are fictional, Though some places may be identified because they are present on the Earth and the story has to take place somewhere, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, incidents, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Vietnam: A Distant Memory

To the four young women who made this story possible.

Diane, Brenda, Wendy, and the love of my life, Tina.

Acknowledgment

Any author will tell you that an effort such as this is not a solitary endeavor. If it's going to be anywhere near readable, it takes a team. I am extremely thankful for my team. I can write it, but without them, you probably wouldn't really want to read it.

I am humbly indebted to my friend, PawWriter, who proofed this effort. He added much readability to the original manuscript.

A loud shout out to my friend, Turbo. His patience and (mostly) gentle hand has helped me to become a much better writer. I strive to no longer hurt his hair.

Also, a quiet thank you to Orblover and Strickland83 for their kind words of encouragement.

When I ask for it, encouragement has always come from my friend Robert Lubrican.

These gentlemen's kind words of advice have kept me on the straight and narrow. Okay, as straight and narrow as I get...

There are others out there in ether land that I owe a debt of thanks to as well. I'm afraid to start a list for fear I'll forget someone, but you all know who you are!

I also have to send a heart felt thank you to you, the reader. Without you, none of this would be worth the effort.

Thank you!

Table Of Contents

Acknowledgement

Preface

Prologue - The Start of Things to Come

Chapter 1 - Diane

Chapter 2 - Brenda

Chapter 3 - Tina

Chapter 4 - Wendy

Chapter 5 - A Menagerie

Epilogue

About the Author

Books by Paco Jones

Preface

This is a work of fiction, though admittedly it cuts very close to home.

The four young women are real, though they bear little resemblance to the characters as described here. Any similarity to anyone past or present, living or dead is purely coincidental. Oh, I said that in the disclaimer.

That said, the most difficult part of writing this book was trying to keep things in the 1968 time period. The places described are accurate as best I can recall.

As an adult, I lived in the Santa Cruz area most of my life, so I've watched things evolve over time. Remembering which restaurants and hotels were open during that time period is difficult because even though a lot has not changed, it changed a lot after the Loma Prieta earthquake in 1989 - the author lived six miles from the epicenter … well as the crow flies. The earthquake completely destroyed much of the old downtown area and it has since been rebuilt, so if there are some inaccuracies on places we visited, it's just the way it is.

It is a tale of the time between High School graduation and entering into Uncle Sam's Little Boys Canoe Club nine months later. The Navy seemed to be a much better choice than being drafted ... and it was. It was my escape from an extremely abusive childhood, so I couldn't wait for the draft, I had to get out.

It was a bittersweet time, because as you will read, one of the women clicked perfectly. That kind of attraction had never happened to me and has only happened once since. That was even more traumatic for me, but has nothing to do with the story.

The story started out being called, Wendy, but I couldn't tell that story without telling of Diane, Brenda, and Tina, because it is truly one story. It was Tina's and my talk of Wendy that was the catalyst for this work. One thing leads to another and there's no way to tell the story of Wendy without the others.

Leaving Tina behind was not easy. It never is, but at 18 we were both still very wet behind the ears, holding on to our idealistic dreams of the future ... dreams that were shattered, more than once, by that fucking Vietnam War.

Especially during that time, when Vietnam was going hot and heavy, no one knew what the future would bring. As many of us do, I know some that didn't get the privilege of coming home alive. However, like so many others, I was killed in Vietnam. I just haven't died yet.

After boot camp, it was on to A-School and from there a trip to Vietnam. Out of our Radioman class, only four of us got orders to Danang.

If there was anything we learned immediately upon arrival, it was that there were no front lines, no rear, and no relaxing because you never knew who was who. Your friend and your enemy not only looked the same, but also could very well be one and the same.

Any Vietnam vet who saw Good Morning Vietnam knew the kid was VC after a few minutes and it was just, How's Robin going to deal with it?

I lived through those tumultuous times and some of this story, though written as fiction, is all too real for me, especially the part dealing with leaving a loving relationship that might have been, but can't be because of the life experiences of those involved.

This is the exaggerated story of love and lust, of some innocence lost, and perhaps some wisdom gained. This is not a story of the war, but of the times in some young lives before the war took their idealism from them and left them with the cynicism that has permeated the whole of society and our generation ever since.

If you want the story of the war, I invite you to read, Vietnam: A Distant Memory.

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Prologue - The Start of Things to Come

During the last part of my Senior Year in High School, I'd applied to a new high-end department store that was opening during the summer. I needed a real job of some sort, so when they called to interview and then hired me to work in the stockroom the same day, I was pretty stoked.

It was a minimum wage job paying $1.60 an hour, which sucked, but it was better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick and in those days, there wasn’t a fast food garbage haven on every corner for kids to work at. After the first day on the job everyone on the dock was given a five cent an hour raise and hell, it was an extra $2 a week. Damn, if that could continue for the next month, it would make the paycheck really good. It didn't, but the nickel was a great way to start.

As time progressed and we continued to receive truck after truck of merchandise to stock an empty large, two-story department store, we really worked our butts off, but it was a fun job and gave me the opportunity to meet some really cute girls.

I'm deathly shy and don't meet the opposite sex that easily, but once we've talked and bantered, I'm good to go, but doing that initial touch base is something that doesn't come natural to me. As it turned out, there were a bevy of cute girls all over the store and having to interact with them professionally gave me a little less shyness on the personal level. There were a few that you would describe as the stereotypical hot looker, so hung up on herself that her dig me personality made a bent shitcan more appealing. However, a vast majority of them seemed just as self-conscious as I was.

Shit, we were all just 18 and searching for who we were and some were far more self-assured than others were. Being as shy as I was, I tended to migrate to the girls who were much the same, though I have to say that it seems like girls can be much more self-assured with guys than guys like me are with girls. It's just a personal observation maybe colored by my own shyness.

It just seemed that the women would see a guy they wanted in one way or other and would go after him even if they were personally very shy. I guess it was what some guys referred to as P-power or put more bluntly, the power of the pussy. They knew they had it and most knew how to use it to their advantage.

I've always envied those guys that can walk into a bar, spot a cute girl, walk over and strike up a conversation, then be able to take them home and screw the shit out of them. It's just never been my forte, but given my general feeling towards women, I doubt it wouldn't be my forte anyway.

As I noted, I was extremely shy, but having to interact with the cuties on the floor was an excellent icebreaker for me. It was a world apart from high school where everyone had their little cliques and if you didn't fit in, well you lose Bubba. Being as shy as I am, I never fit in with any of those kinds of groups, so I was pretty much a loner. I guess that today I'd be considered a nerd. I even had the glasses, but the pocket protector was missing.

Outside of the school environment, I also got the distinct impression that many girls liked shy guys because shy guys aren't overly aggressive and trying to cop a feel at every turn. I'm sure fighting the octopus can get old very quickly.

Well, it's not like I was a virgin, but I did have respect for girls and wouldn't think of pawing them without permission, but that was usually forthcoming so it paid to be patient.

I had my eye on three of the cute girls, but what's interesting is they all three seemed to know it and compared notes. I didn't know girls did that, but remember, I was a pretty naive eighteen year old male. Wow, it was an instant lesson in sociology and a small part of the female psyche, though let me tell you, it is a whole more complicated than that.

I found out later they all made a bet on which one could get me in the sack first. Oh, if I had only known. Not only was there a bet, but after each one, they yielded to the next in line. Looking back, I guess I just started out as an available roving penis they used for some fun ... and girls talk about boys ... Sheesh.

Did I mind? Hell no.

Keep in mind that this was the late 60's and free love was one of the watchwords of the day. It was also the San Francisco Bay area and the so-called summer of love had been the previous summer. Being in those formative teen years of newfound freedoms, I'd spent a lot of time in San Francisco that summer. There were free concerts in Golden Gate Park with bands like The Jefferson Airplane, there were the acid tests with what became the Grateful Dead, and free love everywhere.

In that summer of 1967, in San Francisco's Haight district everybody was fucking someone. There was LSD, Marijuana, Mescaline, and pussy everywhere. It was a great period of time to be alive, a teen, and living in the San Francisco Bay area.

In all of the other happenings at the store, I still hadn't really noticed Wendy upstairs in housewares. Interestingly, being a little older, she was the most overt of the bunch and I guess I was just too stupid to see it. It eventually worked itself out, but I'm sure she was getting frustrated, especially after hearing the other three were getting some.

The days at work turned into weeks and the store was finally about to open, which was kind of a relief because the big push would be over and it was just receiving replacements or changes, especially for holidays, and restocking as it arrived. The women were distracted by the tasks they had in their departments, but they continued with their bet and actively dropped hints that I didn't catch

When I was there for closing, I sat with the security fellow at the employee door waiting for everyone to leave so we could lock up. He was a roving watch for shoplifters and caught his quota for sure and I learned a lot from him. He just wandered around the store like a customer with a bag of purchases and watched. He seemed to have a 6th sense for who it was that was going to try to steal something.

When the day was done, he collected all the moneybags and locked them in the safe before we locked up the store and left. I didn't realize it at the time, but one reason they had me stay on those nights I worked was so that there was a double check. They didn't even trust their security guy. Ha, Tim was so honest he squeaked, but that's what we did every night and if it wasn't me, it was the other stock fellow who worked evenings when I didn't.

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I got to know all the cute women and I'd actually dated a few, but for some reason Wendy had escaped my net and hadn't gained my interest. Some of the others had sights set, but weren't getting there because of my shyness.

Wendy was also a cougar. I was a wet behind the ears, naïve, eighteen year old, and she was a worldly twenty-one or two. She was a bona fide looker, so it's beyond me why I hadn't managed to get up enough gumption to get to know her. I had no problem with Diane, Brenda, or Tina, so maybe it's because I knew she was older. After all, older women didn't cotton to younger fellows. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but what did I know?

I may have been deathly shy, but once the ice was melted, I was good to go, and as I was to find out, so were many of the girls I worked around.

Yeah, yeah, I know, they always say don't shit where you eat or don't mix pussy with payroll, but I was going to be gone in six months anyway.

The U.S. Navy and Vietnam were calling my name.

Chapter 1 - Diane

One evening, a short time after the place finally opened for business, I was sitting with Tim, the security guy, and one of the three I had been eyeing stopped to ask me if there was anything going on after we locked up and of course there wasn't, so she said she'd see me when I got off work.

I thought, great, Diane is a looker and it would be fun to spend some after hour's time with her. We were both too young to drink, so it was going to have to be improv on where to go, or what to do. There were always options and worst case we could go hang out at XXX and get a burger with a shake.

Triple-X was an all night eatery that still had carhops on roller skates. It was a favorite hang out for the under twenty-one crowd because you could get food, drink, socialize, and pick up girls.

Guys also used it extensively as the go to hang out when you brought a girl home late after a night of backseat fun and games. When asked it was always, At 'Triple-X', which was usually an accepted excuse, but I'm guessing some parents knew it was bullshit, but what were they going to say? It wasn't until years later we learned that the parents probably smelled the sex on us when we told them where we'd been. I guess it was just one of those rights of passage. Ignorance is bliss.

One also needed to be careful because the high school contingent hung out there as well. They could stay out late on a Friday and Saturday night and still had a place to hang out and get a quick meal after a good session of the backseat horizontal mambo. The place was always crawling with absolutely gorgeous jail-bait, not that any of us thought much about it at the time.

Being eighteen now, one needed to be aware. Before, it was just two kids having fun, but one was considered an adult now so the rules changed a little. That said, I don't know anyone who ever had a problem with that. I mean, this was the late '60's and for the most part, everyone was fucking everyone. I already knew girls from eighteen all the way down to twelve that were playing the sex game regularly, so for many of us, I guess it was no big thing. Those were interesting times.

It was another thirty minutes before Tim and I locked up, set the alarm system, and left. I walked out the door and spotted Diane sitting on one