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Show 83 CHAPTER VII It was soon after that night that Kimiko quit the NCO club and was taken on as maid at the Wilsons'. Koontz no longer found it bearable to overhear the soldiers' comments as she mixed their drinks, and having learned of a vacancy at the Wilsons' had her apply. Which, considering 3id's respect for the Sergeant, guaranteed the job. Thank God, thought Koontz, for they had moved into a physical realm too wonderful to forestall. Kimiko'a lovely dark body had roused in him a fire that he kept from exhibiting only by the greatest of efforts. Still he did his work; still he was the model of a modern sergeant-major; still the others relied on him: "Tell the Sergeant." "Give it to Koontz." But even as he worked he hid the sweat, airy, half-painful ecstasy within him. That night he would be with her, touch the soft cheek, put his hand on her shoulder, draw it downward toward her breast. Then the tower that was also attracted to her presence insisted |