NineteenBehind his desk, Major Porter poured himself another good measure of whisky into a glass tumbler at his side and waved the partly-dressed woman out of his office.
“Same time tomorrow, Major?”
He peered at her over the rim of his glass, taking in the swell of her breasts and how they struggled to conceal themselves in the confines of her tightly-drawn bodice. He downed the drink, gasped and leered, “Honey, if I could spare the time, you'd be back here right now.” He slapped his thigh. “Right here.”
Placing a fingertip on her full lips, she bobbed around coyly, “Ah, Major, you are always ready to please.”
He slowly got to his feet, cupping his crotch with one hand. “And you do please me, Maribel, you please me more than any other—”
The door flew open with a tremendous crash, cau
