I retired and traded my Navy uniform and short haircut for some rags and a scruffy beard. Moving from city to city, sex in cars with slutty women - this is the only way I can escape nightmares. But one day, in a small Texas town, I met her... All so neat, in a dress and in a cloud of perfume, she reminded me of a southern beauty . I called her a beauty. And she responded by calling me a pervert. This beauty will never admit that I have what she wants (heh, sex, of course) or that I am the only one she is waiting for. But I absolutely love that she has something that I need without even knowing it. I may be considered a jerk, but she will fall in love with me, and I will teach her to swear and drink straight whiskey instead of lemonade. Why, you ask? Because sometimes beauties use foul language, and sometimes you should add a dose of alcohol to your lemonade.