Miss B

At the risk of sounding redundant, the Smoking Room was very smoky.  Too smoky.  As a smoker, you really wouldn't have to lite up in that place.  I'm sure you'd get more than your fair share of second hand smoke if you just sat in there and took breaths.  I had to walk by this smoking area several times a day, basically any time I left my office and I remember when I'd get about 1/2 way down the hallway, I"d take a deep breath then hold my breath until I got outside.

I'd often see B going into or coming out of the Smoking Area and so quite naturally I assumed she was a smoker.  And since I was often walking by the Smoking Area and B was often walking from the Smoking Area, we had several occasions to strike up a conversation and thus, this is how I first began to talk to Miss B. 

Miss B's desk was also right outside Chief's office so before I fell out of favor with Chief, I'd often chat with Miss B whenever I had an occasion to be in Chief's office.  In fact, it was Miss B that was the one that quite often would say, "You can do no wrong in Chief's eyes.  He talks about Sergeant Dodge ALL of the time."

But you know, we now know that's not exactly true.  I did do wrong in Chief's eyes and well, I digress.

Cutting to the chase, Miss B was so often in the smoking room because her boy friend was a smoker so he'd come over on his breaks, lunch, etc. to see Miss B and being the smoker that he was, he had to you know, multi-task --talk to his girl friend WHILE smoking and so Miss B and her soldier would hang out in the smoking room.

After many casual conversations, Miss B invited me over to her house one Sunday afternoon but first she did forewarn me, she and her soldier boyfriend lived together.

Okay so I was single and pregnant.  Who was I to judge?  Miss B gave me directions to their house and we made our Sunday afternoon plans.