I've spent two weekends with them, and they want me for a week, sir. Next week." Special Warfare Platoon"? What the fuck! "Collins ... I don't know wh...at to say. Civilians don't get sponsored into NROTC by the Office of Naval Intelligence, and then, three months later, tell me they're working with the Navy SEALs on a classified mission. What the hell am I supposed to say?"She gave him a calm look. "I'd find it helpful if you said, 'Yes', sir."He knew he was staring, but the situation was. Where to park, enter, where to walk etc. We had it set up. I drove to Buckhead and entered the service entrance of the hotel as directed. Parking in the delivery space, I exited my car with my heart vigorously beating and slightly me perspiring in anticipation. Entering through a blocked-open service bay door I then walked to the back where there was a stair way. Climbed to level 5 which added to my already increased heart respiratory rate. The door dropped me by the elevators and I. On the dining room table, I found a note: "Frank, I'll be back around seven. Big news! Love, G." I smiled and began pulling my clothes off on the way to the shower. The hot water felt great on my sore muscles, and I stood with my arms against the shower wall soaking in the spray. Changing into a pair of sweats and t-shirt, I was surprised by a light knock at the door."Oh Frankie," grandma said as she pushed the door open. "Are you decent?" Decent as I'll ever be," I answered, laughing.Grandma. "Fred, is that you?" I asked upon hearing someone pick up. "Joan?" he asked."Ah, you remember! I believe you wanted to talk about the possibility offorming a band?" I asked seriously. "Well, I certainly would love to discuss the possibility of us gettingtogether," he replied. I cut him off immediately. That wasn't going tohappen."I'm sorry Fred, if that's all you're interested in, I'm sorry." I mademy statement in total seriousness and with a certain finality."Now hold on a second sweetheart,".