Dangerous Fornicators
They had met in the online chatroom “Napalm Nookie,” just for children of Vietnam vets (others didn’t understand).
“A romantic evening: a canister of Agent Orange, me, and you.”
Relying on your barest animal instincts in the hot, damp jungle, having to know when to play predator and when to play dead…these skills were hard to learn.
“I’ll turn any bed into a mine field.”
He came well-equipped (thanks to his father). Their bio-weapons suits prevented contaminents spilling over; their gas masks prevented embarrassing facial expressions.
And, instead of showering, all they had to do was wash out the suits.
