Summertime 1966

The Queen was conceived in the Age of Aquarius. In Sunny Southern California, South Bay proper.

As the summers of love swept up those ready for some times to a'change, the barefoot beauty walking the sand took no heed of the churning and percolating of the world around her. With wars being raged, radicals uncaged, and demonstrations staged, she had but one thing on her mind. She was knocked up at the juicy and tender age of 16.

She had a beau, a boy from around the block who was far, far away in the jungle. His letters were a constant, just as his presence had been since they were children. His longing for her love was what he lived for, what he leaned on to sustain him during his tour of duty. She considered him sweet. she coaxed his generousity at her whim, yet compartmentalized him from her friends, her family, her heart.

The one she pined for thought of HER as sweet. She was only a fling to him, and forgotten once he was deployed to Vietnam, too. Puzzling, when she was not the type to be forgotten. His indifference to her charms, so beguiling to boys before, was infuriating.

She had a reputation as being fast, so the question of her honor would be answered as her delicate state grew. The letters from her beau arrived daily, yet they offered little comfort or interest. His devotion to her was blind, and she made no mention of her indiscretion.