I initially met my significant other and mother of my two wolf pups (now grown wolves) in 1985 in Ft. Gordon, Georgia in a far off place they called ‘Brems Barracks’. Brems Barracks was our training living quarters during our Army Advance Individual Training (AIT) and it was secluded and restricted to only personnel attending our training (to include a few SF dude....I was not one them). Taxi cabs were slim picking in our area, but when a taxi would come through, us recruits would chase them down across a field the length of a football field and only the fastest had first option. When I came upon this particular taxi cab, this female hottie, with a Pat Benatar haircut, sporting a white rabbit fur jacket, black shiny tight pants and black floppy euro suede boots was sitting shotgun already. I hopped in the back and called out my destination ‘Kat-Man-Do’, which happened to be the same club she was hitting up that evening. So I kindly asked her, “Hey Sweet-Cheeks, let me buy you a drink when we get there...” and she politely told me to ‘Shut the Front Door’ and ‘No’ in ...