Greyhound Bus (True Story) In 1970, I was 19 and I had just checked into my new duty station at Naval Air Station Lemoore, California having just finished 6 months of “A” school in Jacksonville, Florida on aircraft electrical systems I was now at the Greyhound bus station, in my dress blues, heading home to San Jose, for a week’s leave It was around 8P.M. The bus was as quiet as a tomb. Xxx After we exited the bus, he asked if I’d like to go to his place. He asked how I was doing, I replied I was doing good, looking forward to going home for a week. No one was paying any attention to us. For the next 5 minutes or was it 10, I couldn’t say, he had me in ecstatic agony.
