Noriko
By the time he started seeing Noriko at the New Jersey Bar, he barely had enough money to buy himself a beer. It wasn't long before she found this out. Her solution was to slip him enough yen to keep beer flowing for the evening, while she went about the business of hustling drinks. He sat in the booth all the girls used when they were not otherwise occupied. It was a strange situation. He had CQ at the hospital, Charge of Quarters -- oh eight hundred till seventeen hundred -- three days a week. The rest of the time he was off on a 'class A' pass. In Tokyo, for crissakes. But no money!Soooo, deir bein' no muggles 'round and don't be havin' no swag fo' jump-steadies, ever' night he joggled over ta da New Jersey juice-joint, Noriko slid him some spondulicks, and he planted hisself in da corner booth -- at the back across from the girls' changing room -- nursin' his beers and chewin' on dried squid like a rumble-seated monkey become ruminant. A constant flow of girls moved through the booth. Noriko generally got back half a dozen times in the course of the evening to say hello and give his minaret a little feel to see if the other girls had been entertaining him too much. Very funny evenings these were!