-= ORDed. =-
"Hey--" he said, but he was talking to her back. He raised his voice and shouted, "I'd like to get to know you. But I'm not getting engaged in a parking lot, not even if you're the Queen of Sheba."
When she was fifty feet away, she turned to face him. "I wasn't asking you to get engaged," she shouted back.
"Oh yes you were! Crotchless panties, shaved pussies, what the hell is wrong with you?"
She was walking away again. Toad turned back toward base ops. Ten feet away a lieutenant commander stood looking at him, shaking his head.
"You know, Lieutenant, when I discuss intimate apparel or personal hygiene with a lady friend, I usually try to find a slightly more private place."
Toad turned beet red. "Yessir," he mumbled through clenched teeth and stalked by with his head down.