...develop a rash. 
Some story's sound strange but nothing is stranger then real life. Some incredible story's that are true that come out when a drunken sailor has proof of his story, pictures and documents.
After all these years the story I would not believe is when a service man claims to have never visited a Whore House in Asia.
Spain has the campfire girls waiting out side the gates of Rota some had air materises on their backs. All sea ports have the Girls hanging about, Japan was known for the family's that sold their daughters to servicemen for a short time, I imagine the same is true all over the Orient. Sort of a deal when the men rented an apartment in town and rented a young girl to cook, clean and be a companion to them for 3-4 months.
Time came for them to head to sea and the young girl and apartment was passed on to someone just arriving for a 3 month layover.
Here in America some slimy men knowing they would be in the area for 6 months or more had this down pat.
They came into town with allot of back pay and would check out the girls in town. They prayed on the home town girls with family in the area and the girls were either fat or unattractive. They courted these girls, had their family to welcome them, feed him and put them up. Family's that desperately wanted their daughter to be happy and married.
So these Bas*ards would spring for a cheap engagement ring become part of the family, get free sex and a home away from the boat. Come time to sail the men would send a Dear John letter to the girl waiting for him and move on.
The true story's are much more sad then someone can make up, the woman in the above was a friend of mine, and I found that she was not the only one taken in when Barnacle Bills the sailors came to town.
I was fortunate, Dad a retired Boson Mate to my disgust ran a check on any sailor who set foot on the property. Good thing one was married and the other had problems and the Skipper of the boat he was on gave him an earfull.
When the right one came along, Dad gave his blessings.
So I wander about with flight of ideas, but as Bell Bottom Trousers song says " Never let a Sailor a inch above your knee".
And never trust a man that says they were too pure to visit a whore house.-------I did not inhale, I never had sex with that woman-----Sure, right on Buddy, we believe you.
