Once upon a time, wait I mean this ain't no shit,
There was a young teen aged girl, she had a huge crush on the boy next door, even though he was 5 years older, this was basically a nice boy, so he wasn't mean to her, he just let her play out her fantasy, assuming one day she would out grow it.
This boy had an older brother, who he idolized, even though the older brother was a bit on the wild side, one day the older brother got busted, a little home town jam as it were, so to avoid jail he enlisted in the army, where they stuck a rifle in his hand, and sent him off to a foreign land, to go and kill the yellow man.
This boy, his name was Bill, decided to follow in his brothers footsteps, and enlist too, the girl was distraught, she cried, and begged the boy" Billy don't be a hero! Keep your head low, and come back to me!"
Bill went to Vietnam, where he died heroically at Khe Sanh, fightin' off all the Viet Cong. they're still there, he's all gone.
The girl was devastated.
This loss radicalized her, she went all in to the counter culture, eventually running away from home to Los Angeles, she was quite beautiful, plus sexy as all hell, she was a hot child in the city running wild and looking pretty.
By the time she was sixteen, she was quit precocious at sex, what she knew could make a pro blush, her hair was Harlow gold, and she had Bette Davis eyes.
By the time she was 20, she was a sugar baby to a rich Brazilian, she didn't want to be hit on, so she sun bathed a a famous gay beach, after all she was young and tall and tan and when she walked by straight men they all went ahhh...
After five years she decided that she should life on her own...
So she moved back to L.A. after a few more years she moved to Long Beach, which is a port on a western bay, where she worked laying Whiskey down for the lonely sailors...
And her name was...