There was another girl my age living near us in Navy housing. Her name was Lisa and she was married with a little boy. She was a pretty girl, with bleached blond hair, a good figure and good personality. She was from New York. Her husband was also in the Navy. She told me she was very unhappy in her marriage and was considering getting divorced. I never knew why she was so unhappy with her marriage, just that she was looking for a way out.
One evening I went out on my back porch and looked over toward Lisa's place. There were about four guys out in the yard drinking beer and Lisa was holding court in the middle of the group. When they spotted me, they all called me to come over and join the party. I wandered over and was introduced to the guys. They were sailors and one of the guys was a former school mate.
The guys wanted me to have a beer with them and when I explained that I didn't like the taste of beer, one of the guys suggested I mix some tomato juice with the beer. They just happened to have some tomato juice and one of the guys was already drinking the mix. They convinced me to take a taste, which I did. I liked it! In no time at all, I had a drink in my hand. I was 18, not quite drinking age, but most of the guys were probably just barely 21.
The rest of the evening was a party. Lisa didn't have to worry about her husband coming home, he had duty. Her little boy was asleep in the bedroom. There were several guys for each of us girls, but after awhile, we each paired up with certain guys and the other guys left. Lisa disappeared with one of the guys, I kept my relationship more innocent. I was just talking to my former school mate.
We were getting along fairly well until he mentioned that he had seen me in the car with a couple of black girls earlier that summer. He questioned why I would get in a car with black girls (he used a word I will not repeat here). I replied that I was in the car with them because they were my friends. The conversation became somewhat profane after that, and I was being verbally abused. So I didn't have a choice. I went home. The friendship with my former school mate was over.
As for Lisa, her marriage fell apart a short time later. She was only in the area a short time. She decided to go home to New York.