Inside, he first saw a guard’s “hot bitch.” She was the Women’s Army Corps Lieutenant, who served as the colonel’s aide. She had raven hair and deep blue-green eyes that seemed to shimmer. Her figure was not so much proportioned as sculpted. As she looked at Klugman, he felt a shiver of sexual desire. “Gorgeous,” he thought.
“Please take a seat, Master Sergeant,” she said.
Joey managed, “Thank you, Lieutenant.” Then he added, “Can I call you something besides Lieutenant?”
“Sir would work just fine,” she replied in what Joey recognized as a New York or at worst New Jersey accent.
“You from New York?” he tried.
Just then the red light directly above Doyle’s office stopped blinking, and a steady green light came on. “What is this guy’s fascination with traffic lights,” Joey wondered.
Gorgeous smiled her sensual smile and said: “The colonel will see you now, Sergeant.”
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