Adams is in his early forties; a tall, attractive man, but not really my type. As far as I know he is still married. As I take a seat I think I catch ...r. Adams’ eyes fixed on what seems to be far below my neckline, but as I raise my head he promptly makes eye contact. I want to be out of here as quickly as possible. Without delay I describe my symptoms for what I assume to be a chest infection. Dr. Adams however, is not entirely convinced. Typical! He says he would like to examine me and asks. What a little embarrassing time for that officer and I. Hiding my anger well, I said hi and then left. Muttering under my breath the whole time about how I wished I could fire them. Now I remember! It was that idiot Meloy. Overgrown ape that one. He-he, I have my opportunity now. Composure. I must approach such a task with discretion and under the guise of well-off intentions. But not now, today is a day to enjoy myself. I have time to deal with those fools later. I left the S.T.A.R.S.’. We were issued our linens and such for the squad bay we would be staying in until the completion of School of Infantry. I was happy that this time we didn't get the old nasty itchy blanket and instead got a rather comfortable blanket for whilst we were in barracks. I knew that this little creature comfort would go a long way in keeping me sane over the next few months. I finished up with some of the stuff we had to do and got my bed made up, my locker organized and some of my personal. The first day in the office, I showed her the bits and pieces of administration work that there are to do, she was interested, and I noticed she sat very close to me when we were looking at reports and paperwork. Her leg brushed mine a few times, and lingered a bit longer than it probably should have done, but as I didn’t want to give the wrong impression, I said and did nothing about it. The next day, she was back with me, answering the phone, checking orders and so on, and I found that she.