While still at Lackland, I received my technical training orders. Lo, and behold, "G" and I discovered that we were both going to be stationed at Chanute Air Force Base in Illinois. More of my Higher Power's intervention! My job specialty was to be Weather Observation, and "G" was to be a Fire Protection Specialist. We were supposed to leave Lackland at the same time, since we both went into the military at the same time from different states; "G" was from Oklahoma City, OK. Now, like I said, I stayed in trouble. I made it all the way to the last week of Basic. The group was given a town pass. Town pass meant that during the weekend, and that weekend only, we were free to go into town (San Antonio) and spend the day sightseeing, eating, etc. Well, of course "G" and I made plans to spend the day together, and that was allowed. What was not allowed was reacting to the uncontrollable rush of sexual tension that materialized when we actually got to be in closer proximity to each other. I had never experienced that kind of physical attraction, and up until this very day, I haven't experienced it since. We were sneaking little kisses, and when we thought no one was looking, he would inadvertenly pat me on the butt. You know, the stuff that gets the blood circulating. It got way too heated for public, and one of my sister airmen ran back to the barracks and informed the drill sergeant that I was participating in PDA (public displays of affection). Talk about a thing snowballing out of control! I was immediately summoned back to the barracks. Boy, did the sergeant read me the riot act. Town pass was immediately revoked! I had to stay in the barracks for the rest of the weekend on dorm guard duty, of all things! And to top it all off, I was no longer in day 25 with 5 days to go. I was now officially WASHED BACK! Come Monday morning, I would be placed with a new flight (group of female airmen), who were only on day 19! I didn't know any of them! I didn't want to be washed back! Basic was hard, and I was ready to leave there! Especially since "G" was going to be leaving Lackland in a few days. Needless to say, I wanted to literally kill the girl who ratted me out. I guess the drill sergeant could see it in my eyes because she informed me that she would be "keeping her ears open" to make sure that I don't ever do anything to the girl for as long as I was in the military. That was to scare me, and believe me, it worked. The irony of it all was that the snitch was going to Chanute AFB also! She didn't know I was coming, but they knew I was going. Fact of matter is, I was going to let by-gones be by-gones until she had a brain-fart and ever so slightly put her hands on me while we were stationed at Chanute. It was innocent enough, but it was all I needed to beat the tar out of her and not get court martialed. That was one of the more delicious moments in my brief military experiences, so let me tell you about that!