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Green Dress

“Well, since you don’t know anything, and your friend isn’t around to see you, I suppose that you will be leaving Baghdad in the morning,” Rodgers smirked.

“That’s certainly a possibility” I replied.

“Baghdad isn’t the safest city for westerners about now. The smartest thing you could do would be to be on the first flight out tomorrow.”

“Good Night Mr. Talman.”, the sergeant said as they got up and left. I watched the smoke rise and curl from my cigarette and then stubbed it out.

I felt a presence behind me and started to turn as a woman approach my table. She was wearing a green dress that clung to her body like a man’s thoughts. Her complexion was tanned and her figure that of a dancer’s. She sat down without a word and looked like the kind of trouble most men look forward to meeting, while far from home, and lonely.

“Sorry honey, I’m not interested in buying any company tonight.”

“Michael asked me to meet with you, if he couldn’t be here.” she said in a whispered tone that didn’t travel far.

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