Susan

I don't really know how to describe Susan, she such an odd type of personality. Before I get into that, I guess I'll explain how I met her. I was stationed in Germany while serving in the army, my weekends spent in near by Nuremberg. I would take the train to the city Friday evening, rent a room at my favorite hotel for the weekend, and then start drinking, taking the train back Sunday night. I would explore the city, visiting the many museums, restaurants, and bar. Me and my army buddies found out real quick if you made friends with the local population, they knew of the less known spots that tourists didn't know about. My roommate was younger than me and looked even younger, so the highschool age kids were drawn to him. He ended up meeting one of Susans friends, than 17, and her group of friends soon adopted him into their group. He **** me along one night and Susan hit it off. She knew a moderate amount of English, so we were able to hold a conversation somewhat with alot of hand gestures and having Google translate other things. The only thing that kept me from dating her was her age, me being 25 made her off limits, legally and mentally since she was still a kid to American standards. Fast forward and we ended up deploying to Afghanistan, which is a whole different story for another time. We got back and we picked up where we left off, though Susan now 18 and growing into a beautiful woman. I have always had a thing for red heads and she was as ginger as a freshly cleaned carrot, complete with freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes were a soft blue, her hips wide, her ass toned but big enough to catch your attention when she was walking by. She was about 5 foot tall, her breast jutting out from her chest into what I had to assume was in the neighborhood of 39CC. So all in all in by books, a complete knockout. So my time in Germany soon ended and we parted ways, her sending me off my last night in Germany in spectacular fashion. The only thing I remember from that night was dunk as hell, laying on some type of a park or bus bench, with my head in her lap as her fingers slid through my hair while I looked up into her eyes. And then I was on a jet plane and gone, in my mind I figured I would never see her again. That's why when one day I was strolling through a grocery store in the middle of Kansas, I was shook when I looked up from the produce and my eyes fell on that same face I looked up into that starry night engrained into my mind. "Susan...?" She looked up, looking around and saw I was talking to her. "Yes? Do I know you?", she asked, her German accent coming in heavy. I chuckle, "Yeah, it me Hank. We knew each other when I was stationed in Germany." Her face lit up, it was like old times as we quickly got caught up in each other's lives.