I'll Lay You 5

I'm looking for a guy." "That wasn't exactly the pick up line I expected, when I ask if you'd buy me a drink." I turned my head to see how many miles the owner had on her and fully expected them to be well past any factory warranty, besides being draped in the usual dragon embroidered long sleeved red lame pants suit to hide those miles. "Forget it. It was just a line. I don't drink while on duty. And as you damn well know, Colonel Jackson works us 24/7. His assistant Captain Miller wants to see you ASAP." "Lead on Goldie Locks." "Why? You know the way." "Yea! but this way I get to cover your ass and watch it at the same time." We stopped on the landing after two flights of chipped, shinny black enamel painted, spiral cast iron stairs. I held the only chair for her, took off my field vest and slumped down against the wall with a good view of the inoperative elevator and boarded up staircase door. Painted on the inset frosted window of the office past her nylon covered crossed legs, in glossy black 98 point Times lettering, even the nearly blind could read, was occupant's name: Colonel Jackson, IO US ARMY a place I knew well.