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“All right, not to sound like the dumb female in the crowd here,” Kate said sharply, “but what the hell are you guys talking about?”
said. “I got a boy over in Iraq right now. You know that one of my nephews is with the Navy out in the Pacific. I sure as hell would like to know who they’re fighting. If it was the Chinks, my nephew will be in it. The rag heads and it’s my son.”
“Your car for one, sir,” Washington drawled, his deep South Carolina African-American accent rich and full, and mingled in with that clipped tone of a former Marine drill sergeant.
John couldn’t help but let his eyes drift for a second. She was tall, even without her heels on. Five ten or so, slender, blond hair to shoulder length, top two buttons of her blouse unbuttoned. It was just the quickest of glances, but he knew she was watching. Strange. If you don’t check an attractive woman out, even for a second, it’s an insult; if you do, there might be a cold, icy stare.
“If you don’t check an attractive woman out, even for a second, it’s an insult; if you do, there might be a cold, icy stare.“ DISGUSTING GET OVER YOURSELF
John caught the eye of Liz, the pharmacist. She was in her early thirties and, John always thought, about the most attractive pharmacist he had ever laid eyes on. She was also married to an ex-ranger. Unfortunately, her husband was not around and Liz, who was not much more than five two and a hundred pounds, was definitely way out of her league.
Makala reached over the backseat, and feeling like an absolute bastard, he found himself looking at her as she stretched, dress riding up to midthigh.
“You were checking me out when I was leaning over the seat, weren’t you.” John blushed. “It’s OK. After a high-stress situation, men usually think that way. I wasn’t insulted. I just want you to know it’s normal. It might bother you later, you know, given you should be worried about your girl, and memories of your wife, and such.” Now she blushed slightly.