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My first encounter was with someone I thought at the time to be still too much of a child to be in the sex trade. I could not go through with it, and was made the laughing stock of the village! It sort of happened by accident while I was listed as AWOL from Vietnam. (I had made rank at the last minute, my orders were changed to go to a special unit in Korea instead... I did not know it but the Army had lost my records, uniforms, and everything else I did not have in my personal bag during a plane crash in Vietnam. I was stranded at a reception station outside a small village, with nothing to do but wait.) After a few weeks an American friend helped me to get off the military compound and into this village... I had not received any of the 30 hours of required classes in dealing with these people, and still had American money in my possession. Normally you had many classes about the customs before mixing with any local people, also many instructions about the girls on VD, (and also found out that Asian pussy was not sideways after all... another cruel joke in the military at the time). You were issued MPC "script" in trade for any "American green-backs" you possessed, (a military substitute money which was designed not to be worth much more than face value to the common people of the area). About every six months this "script" was converted to a different color in a "money exchange" day... making all old money worthless, (to keep better control on the black market). 

You must understand, this is a typical third world country that has been invaded by the "American way" for twenty years at this time. After "being saved" from Communism all people in the south half of Korea were expected to support our country in every way, but were not allowed to benefit other than in the export trade of cheap labor items and the like. Almost all men by the age of 15 were placed in the military and sent to Vietnam until the war was over, (this had been going on for over ten years and many of them were dead by now). Mostly only the women were now left to run things on the local level, with some help from the badly crippled or very old men. About the only renewable and readily available commodity valued by the many thousands of Americans now defending this country was the unique abilities of their tiny women in the sex trade. (In this part of the world women are more like slaves, they are worth almost nothing at birth, and still less than one dollar "American" at age two... Even the prettiest woman, well trained in serving all needs of any man was worth no more than three hundred in their prime, at about age 15). Some learned to read and write, but all learned at an early age about worth and money, both their money and ours... This country had money which was not highly valued anywhere, our money was highly valued everywhere and increased in value as time passed. (Direct exchange of money was at about 400 "Won" to 1 MPC dollar, you were told to exchange your MPC dollars before buying anything outside the military controlled compounds, any Korean found with MPC lost it along with any permits allowing them to enter our compounds, any Korean found with real American dollars were arrested and sometimes even killed for the money). This did not stop them from wanting our money, it was more valuable than gold or silver, and it was easy to use, as everyone knew the value of the number printed on each bill. (The day I left Korea a one dollar MPC bill was worth 412 Won and a real American one dollar bill was worth 3,890 Won... That price changed daily on the black market, depending on the progress of the war and the availability of that currency in the local economy! After we lost the war a few years later the black market value of the American dollar took a nose-dive... At this time we had never lost a war, America was considered the best place on earth to live, and anyone with an American citizenship was treated like a king).  

I knew nothing about any of this and had real American money in my pocket, including quarters and dimes... (someone had told me to leave my paper money at the compound and use only my change, which would get me great service, I should have listened to them). In the village a bottle of coke would cost a great deal to anyone who was not a rich American like me... almost 60 won in their money, (about a day's pay for a housekeeper, or about 8 cents to us). Locally produced pop and liquor was much cheaper, but some of it did not taste very good, (much of the hard liquor was also mixed with things like arsenic, formaldehyde or rat poison to give it an extra kick... I had been advised to stick with coke, bottled beer, or "Oscar" champagne). I begin to get drunk on 25 cent bottles of champagne when the bartender/pimp ask me if I wanted to have an "overnite" with a girl in the village. Not wanting to return to the compound drunk, I ask how much, and he said ten dollars... I later found out everything from a bicycle to a new suit was always quoted at ten dollars, the first thing they learned to say in English! You were expected to make a counter-offer, depending on how much money you had, and how many spare girls they had at the time... On payday a few "new-be" personal could pay as much as $10 MPC for the best girl in the bar, for all night long. Any other time normally "just a quickie" cost closer to 100 "Won" in their money... about 24 cents! When paying this amount you did not get a girl who spoke much English, other than a few four letter words followed by "can do." This girl normally had no radio or nice things for your enjoyment, you received no food or drink, and were kicked out by the "Mama-son" at daybreak, or sooner if there were any other drunken soldiers in the village! 

Instead I gave the man an American ten dollar bill, something he had not seen before, causing a great ruckus! (A few one dollar bills were in use, once in a while a five floated around in public, but nobody was stupid enough to take a ten into the local village... that could get people killed)! After the senior Mama-son was summoned it was decided I should get the tightest girl they had, me being a small person, and paying such an amount... (The bill was worth over $40 on the black-market, twice the monthly wage of the best prostitute in Korea.) It was later returned to me when I took the American friend back to this bar, one of two in this village! At the time though, you would have thought I was crowned king of corn or something... I was paraded through the village by the two bouncer/bartender/pimp men of the area, the only two men I even saw in that village. (All other men were off in Vietnam for the duration of the war, were cops, or were in hiding)! These two men were very rich, and very important people... they finally put me down in front of a hooch area and gave the girl in front of me some very angry instructions. I found out later she was paid her half of a standard fee for sex... 12 cents, plus a dress!

They brought us champagne and rice, with a side of vegetables with puppy meat in it! They put a radio and a clock by her candle on the little table and switched her mat for the thicker foam mattress from Mama-son's hooch... Which made her mad before she received 100 Won!

The girl closed the drape and got out her washcloth, beginning to undress and wash me, mostly my lower area. Then she pulled the drawstring to her "sack-dress" and let it fall to reveal nothing underneath... And I mean nothing, no boobs outside the nipple, no hair, nothing... She was less than five feet tall, and only her hips had any shape at all, but otherwise looked more like a child! (I found out later she was almost 21, actually somewhat old for someone in this trade, over half way through a typical lifespan in this country... All oriental girls are considered one year old when they are born, so she was actually about 20.) But this is still very uncommon to be that old, she had just been brought down from the mountains by her family and was not even sold to a brothel yet, only there on a trial bases. She did not even have "proper" sex training, most girls were trained about pleasing men from birth at orphanages, many were half-breed Americans from the past twenty years of what they called an "occupation" of this small country... (The year was 1972, a number of girls about twenty were products of the raping done when their country was over-run by the Chinese, this girl was one of them.) Another factor to keep in mind was that many girls in this trade had less than ten years to live at best... Also mixed-breed girls from enemy raping were about as low in status as you could get, next up were girls resulting from Americans who screwed while in the country. (Which at the time was over 90% of the American soldiers in Korea). A few other prostitutes were just "extra girls" not drowned at birth for some reason. (A normal practice at the time... birthing was done at the river's edge, everyone was allowed at least one baby to raise and take over the family, it normally was a boy! I was later to "save" a baby girl floating down the river with the cord still attached, even gave it CPR to bring it around. I happened to be connecting a water pump for an orphanage with a special squad of trouble-shooters commanded by a two star General... what some called a PR stunt meant to show us fixing things! I was told to throw it back by our Captain but I refused... I was then personally instructed by General "Gunfighter" Gunnison to take it to the orphanage, and was advised to pay for it's up-bringing if I did not want it back in the river, which cost me $27 American... and I never did that again.)

Before continuing an editor has pointed something out to me! This information is somewhat confusing to anyone who has not experienced such things. I am not a writer either and this is too embarrassing to ask for outside help in such an unbelievable story, that is fine if you do not want to believe it... I am only telling it to try to prevent it from continuing! Even speaking of sex and young girls in the same paragraph is very wrong in America. (It must be understood, I am trying to get people to see what it was like in underdeveloped countries... Possibility something can be done if enough people speak up about such things). It may also seem cruel to say I never wanted to try to save another baby from drowning as well. But before you damn me, maybe you would want to read more history of such things and walk a mile in my shoes!

Back to this girl, who had very little training, and was not of this bar, or area... 

I mentioned there were two bars, one for the black guys, and one for everyone else... (This "separation" thing was something done by the Korean women in charge, mostly to stop any fighting over the girls, and to separate those with the bigger sizes, actually a joke started by some of the black guys). Not know anything I had gone into the wrong bar and the three black guys left, thinking something must be up. This reception station had only about 75 men permanently stationed, about half were black. It was a rule that only 10% of all active soldiers are allowed "overnights" at the same time... This meant the bars in this village only really needed about 4 girls in each one, except maybe on payday... there were more than that in the bar on this day, I am not sure why, maybe they were just visiting! I was later told this bar had two "stretch-out" girls who were much larger half-breed blacks, (raised in orphanages after the Korean War at least 15 years before this time). I was taken to the other side of the village to a new-comer, who was thought to be better suited for my size. (This is most embarrassing part, but I am trying to tell the entire truth so it can be understood why it happened the way it did). I had grown some in college, but was still small compared to most American men in the military at that time... But my dick was much too large for my size though, and I had learned by now to hide it from view. In the showers at basic training I noticed one black man had a bigger one, but I have heard since you never really know until it is hard! I have only seen a few hundred black dicks in my life so I cannot say for certain, but I think it has more to do with overall body size than race or color, I know the only dick larger than mine was on a black man who was way over six feet tall. I think some will grow much larger than others when aroused in the prime of life, I have never seen any live dick other than my own when aroused and have been told different things on this subject so I should not be saying too much about such a boastful topic... It is just the important factor that caused the correct outcome! My size was measured by an "expert GI skirt" at Ft. Knox less than a year before this during a love-making session. She reported the information to her friend and I was very popular after that, good thing I left a few weeks later! She said I was 5 and 3/4 around and 7 and 7/8 long. I know just before I married my last wife about a year after this time I was measured by Merri Lou after I hurt her trying to get it all the way in, it was over 6" around and over 8" long by then... I did not grow much after this, at the most another 1/2 inch, I am not sure... as I got married and settled down shortly after. I was never measured again and there was no need, as it has never been in another girl and it always served the purpose it was designed for! When something fits and both people are happy it is best not to mess with mother nature. As I grew older I know it did not get as strong much of the time, but it always responded well enough to do the job. After I became a senior citizen and no longer used it I think I began to speak more freely about the life it had led... something I may live long enough to regret! 

On this day it had been quite a while since sex, and it got really hard during the washing process, the girl called out something and the Mama-son did come to see for herself. In the end, (I found out later), it was decided the deal was already struck and the Mama-son was not giving up her pay, I did however, notice terror in this poor thing's eyes as she disrobed!

Looking at this girl right now, I thought back to my childhood, when I had seen a few other young girls. I always remembered feeling like they got cheated somehow, like it was not fair that I had this stuff, and they had nothing! That is what this girl had, nothing... not even when she bent over. Her lack of modesty surprised me too, I was later to find out this was normal. Even cleaning "hoochgirls" and Mama-sons, the young and the old, thought nothing of complete nudity. They would strip and hand-wash themselves, (in the center of the hooch areas where the water was), right in front of everyone watching from the doorways of all hooches, normally 7 to 10 in each protected compound. Most doorways had only a curtain, and it was normally open at all times... only closed when you wanted privacy! And there wasn't much of that, as you could hear everything that was going on at any time anyone made a noise. Sex was not even considered very private, more like a duty or a chore done as part of the workday, normally performed without thought or compassion. Although I never did, many did it "doggy style," you could hear the slapping sound and count the strokes! I was later to find out the girls rated each other and did the math to figure how much they were paid per stroke. They did not think of it as anything more than routine, something done as soon as you got there, after each meal, before sleeping, and after you woke up in the morning! (This was called an "overnight," which was different than a quickie or a "short-time," often done while standing in an alley.) 

I once was shooting an 8 MM camera when I came upon a guy leaning against a wall with a girl on her knees in front of him. While I watched he actually came all over her face and I started filming the close-up of her saying "you finnee yet GI" as he laughed! She had a star tattooed on her forehead and was brain-dead from too many bad drugs or low quality alcohol. These girls had done something wrong and were known as "track-stars," normally found in the free zone along the edge of train tracks in all the main villages. They were the cheapest, often a bar of soap or 10 cents... I do not know what the deal was with this kind of girl, I never found one who could speak much English, or made any sense long enough to interview them. All the military said about them was that they were not on the "program," and were not to be used. (All normal girls in the trade carried two cards, an ID card and a VD card, these girls had neither).

Without an ID card they could not go from one village to another, when caught they went to jail and were normally beaten and raped to death by the Korean police, who resented their way of life. Without a VD card they could not go into the bar areas or any living quarters where the secure compounds were, they lived in the free zone, basically no-man's land... each winter they froze to death! In the summer time I saw pieces of a few of them after they had stepped in front of passing trains! All actual prostitutes who had a VD card must get it stamped every Wednesday and Saturday for as long as they remained active in the sex trade. They got a new one each month, and if they were caught with a GI in any bar area without one they lost their ID card as well. Many girls became a "Moose" or "Yobo," and only had one guy they slept with at a time on a monthly pay contract. (Although considered wrong to own a slave, it was very common in the higher ranks... although costly, it was the best way to prevent VD and much easier than shopping on payday). Each contract cost about $20 to $30 and it included several meals a day... Some men I knew even had several Yobos at once, although if the girls found out about each other they would fight for you to the death. (You could also tell when their contract was about up by the way they treated the men as they left in the morning, often "pineing" uncontrollably, wondering if they were to be "renewed" with the Mama-son upon his return.) This was a privilege normally reserved for the officers and higher ranked enlisted personal, (E-5 and above), they could often get a pass almost every night, and had someone who could go get them if there was trouble. I happened to be just barely E-5 at the time, and not married... the only one in my unit like that in fact, a very rare thing! Normally by the rank of E-5 you had been in the military for a minimum of 7 years, had several tours of duty "over seas," and were married at least once! Being single and an NCO raised the price of pussy to the level of a married officer... even the price of a bicycle was higher. I soon learned to wear a wedding ring and carry a picture of a girl with kids in my wallet next to my ID and ration control plate. (That was like a credit card, it allowed you to buy up to $750 worth of controlled items per six months while "in country," and was your most important card, you could get another ID card if you lost yours, but not another RCP).

I knew nothing about any of this at the time and did not even know what to do when the girl showed me her cards before undressing. After she undressed I felt sorry for her and just "lost it" as they say... She did not know what to do and actually requested verbal instructions from the hooch area! I could hear some laughter from other girls, and several offered advice. She laid me down, trying to "go down" on me and choked, causing more laughter, then she began to cry! 

I had never had a "blow-job" before and considered it quite vulgar, I also figured I was never going to fit into her and would hurt her if I did. I just held her until it got dark and then went to sleep. In the morning she got up and washed my socks, coming back to massage my feet. Then it was time for sex and she got on her knees, scooting back to me on the mat. I remember smelling it and it smelled like Kimshee, just like her breath! She only knew one word of English, the "F" word, and used it several time before she had me cornered. All I could think of at this time was when I had watched the pigs do it while growing up, that was not a turn-on. I finally spanked her lightly three times on the butt and that brought some laughter from outside. I got dressed and left, the Mama-son in pursuit with my food in hand, talking fast... with the girl crying in the background. I did not stop and went back to the compound to tell my friend of my first time out in the real world??

Many things were explained to me the following day and I was issued a special pass to go down with an officer to this compound. After I got there I befriended an E-6 Mexican guy who owned a Yobo in the same compound and had heard everything that had happened the day before. When the ten dollar bill was returned I ask if he could arraign for the girl to get it if she returned to the mountains.

A strange thing happened after that, considering this girl was not at all educated and was of a mountain region that had nobody who had books or any outside information. She did something that is mentioned in our bible as a way of showing respect, I think anyway, maybe she had heard about it from someone, I do not know... There was a great deal of fast talking out in the center area between the Mama-son and the money changer. After that the girl came into the hooch I was in with the Mexican and his Yobo, she had about 12,000 Won in mostly large bills rolled up in her hand! She got on her knees in front of my feet, removed my socks and begin to massage my feet. I was sitting on the mattress with the other two people, the only place left in this small room. (A foot massage was something they always did to busy themselves while talking.) The other girl listened and began to cry when she did. I was later to learn she was given her freedom from the Mama-son in exchange for almost 4,000 Won, the money changer had gotten the rest for doing the deal, and arranging her safe passage back to her mountain. This money was enough for her to live for over a year in her area, and could also get her trained for some kind of a respectable job during that year. She had not been sold by her father, only traded by her mother for goods worth less than 1,000 Won. The extra money paid to the Mama-son was for the loss of this slave, and the time spent training her and getting her set up with a hooch and a few outfits, which she got to keep. She had no father, he had been killed in the war, which meant she was still a virgin, and had no training in sex... (In this area it was common for the father to take each daughter's virginity during the time of her first cycle, normally at about the age of 10. The girl practiced various methods and positions, during following bleeding cycles, along with other things that pleased a man until she was good at them. Then she was traded for goods to an older man or anyone who could meet the terms set by her father). She told the other girl she was weak and small, had not done well in the fields, and was only good at counting, something there was very little need for in her area... She had agreed to come down out of the mountains to train for money-changing or black-market goods exchange. There was no opening for those jobs and she was sold into the sex trade before she knew what it was, this saved her from doing it and caused both of them to cry about it! I really doubt she was actually a virgin, the pimp knew about her, and they always raped any girl before bring her any trade. She had also been "arrested" for not having a VD card yet, after she got there while touring the village one day. Although within a few hours the Mama-son had interceded and got her out, even got her ID card returned and started her on a VD card. The senior officer always raped any girl during questioning, it was part of their job, and part of the benefits of lower personal to beat and rape the girls endlessly until someone paid to get them out. Any girl that resisted, or did not help in fact, were often beat to death and raped violently in every opening. I was given the VD card to keep, in memory of her, it had three stamps on it... she had been "in the trade" for a week and a half, and it had been pointed out that I was her first customer!

What the translator meant was that she was a "technical virgin," meaning she had not had sex under her own free will yet... Anyway, she was crying on my feet, and then she began to dry my feet with her hair, which surprised both the Mexican and myself, who were both Catholic!

All of us were then served another meal with meat in it, something very uncommon... Maybe there was still some puppy left over from the other meal to celebrate the "big con" done on the single E-5 drunken GI with that American currency!

After returning to America I placed that card in a footlocker at my grandmother's house and it has since turned up missing. I am not sure of the correct spelling of her name, but I think it was Kim, Yoon-hee... I do not know her address, it was printed in Korean. I have no other information about her and do not know where she even went for sure after this event. I do know she was heading for the mountains and they were very remote in 1972. At the time of this writing she would have now been over 50... But it would not be that uncommon for someone this old to still be alive if they did counting rather than a great deal of manual labor without any meat in the diet, also were women, and lived in the mountain area away from other men.

I would sure enjoy hearing how she turned out if anyone has any information on her... If I ever recover that card I will add all additional translated information from it! NOTE: Added in 2007... one of my sons in the military has now gone to Seoul, Korea to teach a class! She could still be alive and the mountain she came from is only a few hours walk from there! I wonder if they may cross paths?