Way back when I went into the military, I first went to Ft. Ord which was just out of Monterey. One of the guys in the barracks was missing after a night on the town and we were trying to figure out where he went. He finally straggled in all scratched and his clothes torn to shreds. Seems he had a few drinks with this great looking gal and then they drove up in the mountains to make out. You can guess the rest. When he made his big move and found the wrong thing down there, she kicked him out of the car and left him to walk the 20 some miles through the brush back to the barracks. I told him if he had that kind of luck with the few down there at that time he had sure better stay out of San Francisco. He never lived that down.
Ron
