Private Payne

Lisa kept throwing herself at me.

The devil is everywhere in the world and tempts us everywhere we go-- even in the military with a Bible as a gun.

Lisa made me a walking billboard for deviant sexual acts and an occasion for sin as she constantly poked fun of my pretty Black-like lips on a white face.

Black soldiers outnumbered whites ten to one. They were green with envy at my pretty red lips. Little did they know, I fancied them more than Lisa and would have much rather kissed them down in the fox holes.

Guess what she ordered me to do after nights of dancing at the Liberty Bell, a local pub in the heart of Ansbach, after forcing German beers down my throat?

As a Christian it was not wrong for me to shout "I don’t want put my lips there Lisa, I’m a Christian! I’m saving it for marriage!," within the confines of her barracks cell.

My pleas echoed like cadence down the hallway of the German war barracks for all my comrades and God to hear.

None of my fellow soliders rushed in to resuce me.

She shoved my drunken head down over and over and over again as if to Baptize me. "I need air, stop," I cried. "Shut-up and take it like a man," she demanded while crying in ecstacy.

It was really moist. I was baffled and surprised at how silky it was!