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to stop being a jerk, then I’m willing to listen to what he has to say. With the exception of his attitude towards me, Teddy, and Linda, the lone women, Boomer seems to be a really nice guy. It’s just with the women, he is so standoffish that it’s almost insulting. If he is willing to move beyond whatever his personal hang-up with women is, the least I can do is not be a bitch.
     
    “Something like that. I would, uh, like to make it up to you sometime.”
     
    “Okay. Can we start by you not calling me Major all the time? My name is Eliza.”
     
    Boomer smiles. “Okay, Eliza.”
     
    I damn near come on the spot. Boomers million watt smile makes me weak in the knees. It should be against the law to be that good looking. For a while, I kind of had the hots for French. Then, I found out he has a steady girlfriend. Damn it.
     
    As good looking as French is, he doesn’t have shit on Boomer. I smile back at Boomer. “Now, that wasn’t so hard was it?”
     
    Boomer chuckles. “No. Not really. Uh. Listen, Eliza, uh, I was wondering if you would like to go see a little bit of Vegas. I don’t think you have been anywhere other than the hangar and the visiting officer’s quarters since you arrived.”
     
    I hit Boomer with my best smile. “I would like that. I am getting a little stir crazy. I need to finish this run and then get cleaned up. So, pick me up, in two hours?”
     
    Boomer smiles. “See you then.”
     
    ***
     
    About two hours later, I hear a soft rap on my door. This is a business trip for me, so I didn’t exactly come prepared to party. I did bring one evening dress. I have let my hair down and put in my contacts, since I’m not on duty. I check myself in the mirror before I open the door.
     
    I open the door and Danny is standing there dressed in khaki pants, loafers, and a snug fitting polo shirt. He looks good. “I’m underdressed,” Danny says, when he sees me. A big smile breaks out on his face.
     
    I’m dressed in a knee length dress of the richest red. It has a deep plunge in the front and back. A slit up one side plays peek-a-boo with my thigh, as I walk. The dress is cut and fitted to show off my curves. While not fat, the military frowns on fat, I’m a full figured girl. The way I see it, if you got, you might as well flaunt it. “This is all that I have,” I say with shrug.
     
    “Don’t change a thing.”
     
    Danny gives me the nickel tour of Las Vegas. We hit a lot of the same spots as Teddy and I did, but I don’t mind. Teddy is good company, but Danny... bow-wow, grrr, meow! We stop for dinner at the Golden Steer Steakhouse, a local landmark . As Danny fills me in on the “who’s who” of those who have eaten there. I look around. I can almost see Elvis, Sinatra, and Joe DiMaggio.
     
    “Tell me, Eliza, why are you in the Air Force?” Danny asks with an abrupt change in subject. 
     
    “What?” I ask, trying to keep up.
     
    “Since I first met you, I have been wondering why you are in the military. If I may be so bold, you are simply stunning. Why aren’t you a model or a movie star or something?”
     
    I can feel myself blush. “I don’t know about that,” I demure.
     
    “Don’t,” Danny says. “One thing I have admired about you is your no-nonsense, straight shooting, cut the bull-shit attitude. Don’t play games. It’s beneath you.”
     
    I grin. He has me pegged alright. “Okay. I joined because I wanted to. I grew up on farm with my hippy parents. I’m one of five kids, the youngest and the only girl. I have always been a tomboy. I joined AFJROTC in high school and liked it. I was the squadron commander my senior year. I went on to the Air Force Academy and here I am. My parents nearly shit when I joined AFJROTC. They practically disowned me when I went to the Air Force Academy. I joined after graduation. I have a PhD in software design and a Masters in electrical engineering. So, working at the Air Force Research Lab is like having the