Too Sexy
Sam was strolling down the hall to drop off a report, actually a scientific treatise, which was sure to glaze the eye of the general. Knocking on the open door of his office she was very aware that he barely glanced at her.
"Just leave it with Walter" he said.
They used to visit, chat, flirt if you will. Admittedly things had been just frigging nuts this past year but he seemed so cold and withdrawn. He was the general of the whole base, he was 'the man' and being 'the man' had its price. A price his friends paid as well as he.
Unfortunately the last song she heard on the radio kept replaying in her head. It was unfortunate because 'I'm Too Sexy" was the exact opposite of how she felt. The BDU's she put on today were new. They were stiff and starchy and damned itchy, and, of course, so very stylish. She smiled to herself as the ridiculous song pounded in her head, tapping on the file folder and nearly ran head on into…what was her name…Agent Johnson.
'There aught to be a law, she gets to dress like that and I'm in combat boots. A professional does not wear skin tight clothes or have her cleavage on display. And that smile, it looks like she just set a hook in the mouth of some poor fish and was all set to reel the poor bastard in. He won't know what hit him and the fool will only think of how lucky he is.' Sam wondered who the CIA operative could have set her sights on. Every man she past had the same glazed look and stupid smile on their face, even Walter.
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Right Said Fred – "I'm Too Sexy"