Slipping smoothly through the door smirking a little at first in hopes that by chance his antic in the closet could go unnoticed. He waited for her outside the door way.  His eyes taking in all of her and his hand, as he was taught from childhood, removed his cap.  Gripping the hat between his hands behind his back, he smiled.<br/><br/>His lined face showed evidence of too much whiskey and cigarettes.  Why was it he was always stuck in the most unflattering clothes around the most deserving of women.  Not that he owned anything much nicer, yet the creases and the weight of the material of his Military uniform seemed like a far cry from his industrial onesy.<br/><br/>He managed a "Hi" though.