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Show 100 "Wait'11 you eat this." Hal Parker looked across. "A little something involving your maid?"" Rain, who had just picked up his fork, paused in midair. "KIMIKO AGAIN? WHAT'S THIS?" "They call it goulash,"said Asano, "but watch out for the gristle." "The Engineers picked her up. She was caught blackmarket-ing. " "REALLY?" Rain's spirits sank visibly. "SHE SHOULDN'T DO THAT. BAD FOR THE ECONOMY." "Cigarettes?" said Hal. "they're not that big an item." Bain stared, with the lapidary look of the righteous. "STILL NOT RIGHT, LIEUTENANT. MOT AT ALL. 'I SHALL NOT LEAD MY NEIGHBOR ASTRAY, NOR CAUSE HIS' ASS TO FALTER.'" "My neighbor's ass," muttered wal, "my ass." Captain Rain grew quiet, while his jaw, having found the gristle, worried at it. In a moment his Adam's apple flailed it into the nether regions. "AMERICAN CIGARETTES?" "Who'd put out," Hal giggled, "for Japanese cigarettes?"' "HM. WHERE'D SHE GET THEM?" "One of our ... younger officers," said Sid, winking at the others to urge secrecy. "Him?" said Hal. "Oh Christ. He hasn't got the brains of a gourd." "Come on now. You're jealous. He's got the dough and yom haven* t." |