"I'll try to dress a little more modestly in civilization," she offered.
"Not for me," Drake urged. "When a man comes home from a hard day's work shooting down Japs, he likes to see as much of his wife as possible. Namely, in a very small fox fur."
"Yea!" Puffy said. "Guess you're right. Excuse me while I go curl up with a good book."
He blundered noisily toward the row of empty berths at the rear of the plane.