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hers, their eyes open and only inches apart, watching one another unwinkingly. His hands brushed around her warm body md unfastened the bra. It fell away, to be discarded with the sweater.
     
    Now he sat back and stripped off his own shirt, T-shirt, shoes and socks, his eyes never leaving her body, her firm, pink-tipped breasts, her legs, still encased in the tight slacks.
     
    They looked at one another for a long time without moving, and at last he reached out one hand to the button and zipper at the side of her slacks. It was difficult to undo the button and open the zipper with one hand, but he did it. Then she smiled and slowly lay back on the bed, and he couldn’t move so slowly any more. He had to leap up and hurry, and quickly come to her.
     
    Their union was a violent, ecstatic experience for both of them. His hands were all over her smooth naked flesh caressing and fondling and his mouth followed the trail of his hands. She let him take his will of her, urging him on with her own lips and hands until he thought he’d go mad. And when, finally he had possessed her it was like nothing he ever remembered.
     
    They were married five weeks later in the base chapel. Her family was still in Vienna, and his people were all in the States. But all their friends -- the other guys from the outfit, and the girls who worked in the PX -- were all there, and they had a reception afterward in the NCO club. They went to Munich for their honeymoon, then moved into a three-room apartment in town -- Paul was only Airman Second Class, so he couldn’t live in the base housing area. The marriage lasted five months.
     
    Until the afternoon he got off work at three o’clock instead of five and found her at home in bed with a first lieutenant named Grimes.
     
    All he saw at first was the shocked face of Grimes, Staring up at him from the bed. Then, in stunned disbelief, he saw also the face of his wife, below Grimes, twisted around to stare at him, her arms still entwined around Grimes’ broad, naked shoulders.
     
    He took one step into the room and Grimes, unmoving, said, “Watch yourself, buddy.”
     
    “My wife.” That was all Paul managed to say, and that came out half-choked.
     
    “You better go out and come in again, buddy -- later,” said Grimes.
     
    “Ingrid?” He asked the question as though he couldn’t believe she was really there.
     
    “Go away, Paul!” she cried, her voice sounding angry.
     
    “Come back later,” said Grimes. He still hadn’t moved in the bed, and his first open-mouthed shock had been replaced by self-assurance and a kind of easy contempt. “You can chat with Ingrid later,” he said. “But I wouldn’t advise you to get fist-happy with her.”
     
    “You what?” It was too fast, too incomprehensible. None of this was real.
     
    “Go away, Paul!” shrieked Ingrid.
     
    “You son-of-a-bitch,” whispered Paul. “You egotistical son-of-a-bitch.”
     
    “Take it easy, sonny,” saidGrimes harshly, frowning at him now.
     
    Paul took another leaden step toward the bed. “You filthy son-of-a-bitch. You think you can get away with anything, don’t you? Even with this.”
     
    “I wouldn’t start anything I couldn’t finish, if I were you,” Grimes warned him.
     
    Paul leaped. He hadn’t known he was going to do it, nor had they suspected it, and Grimes’ contemptuous expression suddenly reverted to the shocked look he’d worn when Paul had first come in.
     
    Grimes was big and blond and, under normal circumstances, Paul probably wouldn’t have been able to win a fight with him. But Grimes was too surprised at Paul’s sudden leap, and Paul was fighting with blind, red rage. Besides, Grimes made a ridiculous picture -- dressed only in an undershirt and frustrated by the interruption of his love-making -- and a man who feels embarrassed and ludicrous doesn’t fight too well.
     
    Paul came in swinging. Grimes had barely enough time to get up and away from the bed. Then