On August 7, in the comment section, Rocky made a joke about being fixed (Little Sister, the poodle, was going to the vet) and I proceeded to bitch about all the bad things that being fixed had done to me.
I wanted to apologize to Rocky because I failed to tell the whole story. I had endometriosis and at the time (1969) a hysterectomy was the only answer.
We were stationed in Great Falls, Montana. We lived in base housing which consisted of a long row of townhomes. These townhomes were connected to each other. The walls were thin. Guyk and I could not have sex because it just hurt me to much. Well, after I got fixed and got well from the surgery, we were like newly weds. Guyk would come home for lunch. The women and children sat on their front porches a lot.
When Guyk would come home at lunch time, the women would all laugh and joke and tell him they knew why he was home and where he was going when he came into the house. Guyk and I swore they all gathered in the attached townhome and listened through the wall. We didn't mind really. We were having a good time.
So Rocky, I left you another message in the August 7 comment section.