IF MOONSHINE AND LOVIN' DON'T KILL YOU...THERE'S ALWAYS THE SKEETERS, GATORS AND QUICKSAND! (original poster)
our future is hanging on the line
One G.I. and 125 WACs On a Lonely Missile Base in the Pacific!
The farm . . . where the calendar plays strange tricks.
He use to be the man, now he's just the hit.
In every relationship there's a line that shouldn't be crossed...or is there?