Getting comfy in the salon, I looked the question.“The deal is that the Marines want to install a file below deck in the night. There’s a spy here.... So far, he’s happy relaying what he learns to the Somalis. The Navy wants to forget the Marines, arm your ship, requisition you and your crew, commission your family ... you get the idea?”“What kind of arms?”“Well ... that was easy. Three .50 cal machine guns, three M30 106.7 mm (4.2 inch, or “Four-deuce”) heavy mortars, several dozen RPG 7. He let go, and walking hand-in-hand, they went to the couch to sit and to relax a little. Greg told her about his day with as many boring details as he could stand to tell. This had the soporific effect he wanted. She was very calm when there was a knock at the door.All the relaxation left in a moment as Sarah sprang up and ran to the door. Greg was half way there when Sarah opened the door and greeted a very tired Lisa. Lisa stepped into the apartment and kissed Sarah hello. By then Greg was. I wondered what her panties looked like. They sat down on the couch and laughed as they looked up to see what I would do next. I looked at them for a moment and then suggested, “Why don’t you girls take the bedroom tonight; I’ll sleep out here on the couch?” They didn’t say “Thank you” or “That’s nice of you Gramps” or anything at all, they just got up giggling and headed for the bedroom. I wished they had invited me to go along with them so I could see what they were doing to each other but. Unlike every other class that I had taught up until now, the kids were all staring at me and sitting absolutely still. There wasn't a sound except for my shaky voice.I had only just started speaking, though, when Tyrell stood up and moved to the door at the front of the room. I heard the loud click as he turned the lock. Then he strolled casually over and sat on my desk right behind me.I turned to look at him, dreading whatever was about to happen to me.He smiled. He didn't have that smug,.