CHAPTER FIVE: THREE-D ASTRAL

                          TEENAGE LOVE

 

 

My name is Patty Pfiffer. I've been a Roman Cathaholick

none of thee above for forty-five years. You probably know my lil sister, the Hollywierd actress. You know, Catwoman, the one who sings "Makin' Whopee" on top of the grand piano Jeffy Bridges is playing in "The Fabulous Baker Boys".

      But this is about 1960 when I knew Denny Norwood at Anderson Air Force Base on Guam in the Merry Anus Islands. My father was the base commander. The whole place is leftover from WW2. When we were there, they had big B57's loaded with nukes which could penetrate Ruskie air space in a couplie hours.

    I first noticed Den when he ran for Senior Class Reporter. Like class secretary or sumpthin. Ram made signs, like a sketch of two martians standing by a flying saucer and saying 'Norwood you fool! You can't be senior class reporter on Earth....Yer already King of Mars!'.

   He was cute, the king. Six feet tall and lanky. We called him Ichabod Crane cuz his neck was so thin. He wanted to be an actor. In the senior play, 'Nuts and Bolts', he played a funny old man who was afraid of cats.

      I tried to get R.L. to notice me but he seemed more interested in the faster girls like Jane New and Sally Montgomery. Or this torrid Guamanian number, Bonita Barrientos. We all went to Tumon High, on a cliff above the ocean near Tamuning. Nix try to find it now cuz a typhoon blew it away in 1969 or so.

      On the base, we all hung out at the teen center. Denny was crazy about rock and roll. He loved 'Mule Skinner Blues' by the Fendermen which he played incessantly on the jukebox.

      I tried out for cheerleader of the Anderson Youth Football team. Ra was the co-captain of the players. He had hot legs with his sox rolled down to his low-cut cleats. The other girls didn't like me, I suppose because my dad was the big cheese or something. They didn't want me on the yell squad, so I just went to the games as a spectator. Mostly to watch Denny.

       One game it was raining cats and dogs. There was no one else in the stands. We were playing the Navy team from the south end of the island. Neither offense could score. It was too wet. At the last second, practically, his Lamaness knocked the ball loose from the Navy quarterback, Butch Shiva, whose father was the commander of Naval Air Station. I dated Butch once. Because Denny never asked me out. Anywaze, the ball came loose and Ram fell on it for the winning touchdown. I ran onto the field and threw my arms around his neck. I pressed my plump lil teen bod up against his hip pads. My air was dripping wet. He just took off his helmet and  planted one on me. Stuck his fat tongue halfway down my throat! I wuz surprised and sorta gagged. But you know I loved it. That's for sure.

       After that, we were together for the rest of our senior year. He would pick me up in his '49 Plymouth and take me to the beach. The water was like a bathtub over there.

     Denny liked for me to wear a bikini. He raved about my curves. Nobody else ever did. Or would. I went to a convent in San Antonio right after high school.

        Dr. Llama said I had the best legs he'd ever seen, including movies and tv. With the possible exception of Yvonne Craig. Batgirl later, but then she was in "Gidget".

Legs were his thang, total. He spent hours putting oil on mine down at Sita Beach. We had a special place, all our own, round a bend and up against the jungle. One day they found a dead Japanese soldier somewhere around there. They said he'd only died a few months before. He was still holding out in his own lil WW2.

           It was like heaven I guess with Rey down at the shore. We made out on a blanket day and night. But always with about half the time spent with him poring over my puffed out gams. I thought my legs were kinda fat. But Rama Lama said that was what blues songs were all about: 'why do all the men go crazy/when a big leg woman come to town....?'. He'd sing that to me, playing his ukelele like it was a Fender Stratocaster or something.

       Just before we graduated (I was first in scholastic records, Denny was tenth) he started tying me up sometimes. I know it sounds harsh, but it was true love. He tied my wrists behind my back, then to my ankles. It was pretty tight. I got v.v.v. excited. I could feel something moving up my spine. Kundalini I think they call it in Sanskrit. A few times he put a red bandana in my mouth. For some reason that REALLY did it to me. I had my first (and only) orgasm. Like consciousness opened up so wide I screamed, cried and prayed.

       Then he was off on a theatre scholarship to the University of Nebraska, Lincoln and I was off to keep my vows to god in Texas.