After all, they’re REMFs.”“Any chance we could remain under special projects after we get commissioned? I’d hate to have to go through all thi... trouble again of breaking in a new CO.” I smirked.“Get out of my office you troublemaker, and let me get some work done!” he mock yelled, smiling.Everything was done now, except for bringing guys back on the ship to stand watches again. I did what any good captain does and delegated that to the XO.That meant I had some down time, and of course downtime. So, when I arrived at O'Hare Airport in Chicago that Thursday afternoon I was prepared for anything. There was surely nothing I couldn't handle.A driver sent over by the Playboy people greeted me at the airport. We arrived at Playboy headquarters less than a half-hour later.I was escorted in and greeted by Hugh Heffner's secretary, Lois. She was on the phone but was glad to see me."Oh, I have to go the alarm guy is here." She said as she hung up the phone."Hi, I'm Alan. I heard you have. I get out of the car and slowly walk towards the door, hesitant. I look back at the car, wondering how it took one second to convince me back here again. I then look at the door, and continue to walk. Maybe he’s not here…maybe he took a walk around or something. I opened the door, my heart racing, and I find him standing there. Leaned up against the counter, his deep amber eyes stared into mine. And I froze. Part of me wanted to jump into his arms, the other part wanted to back away and close. "If you have something to say,girl,then let us all hear it !"Orla felt her face become very hot."Well,girl,what would you like to say?" Nothing, Mistress,nothing,I am sorry",Orla said meekly."Well,now," the Nun said standing up and walking quickly over to Orla. "Stand up,girl.!"Orla stood up ,everyone in the room looked at Orla. "If you cannot keep quiet sitting here then you will kneel facing the image of our founder St. Benedict Anselm," the Nun said pointing to a large painting of a Monk.