There was some giggling."Cadet," Commandant Mackie said solicitously, "I would be greatly honored if you will join us for dinner." SIR, YES, SIR!" I r...plied at full volume. I liked to think my voice was at least alto, but it was most likely a mousey soprano."This isn't the parade deck, Cadet," Mackie reminded me. "Use a conversational tone. Keep the volume medium." SIR—"I began, then shifted volume, "yes, sir."The nice thing about being a Program participant is how rapidly one can be ready for. That is Dad's job. Dishes were Moms.Accordingly, they came out just as we finished. Dad said, "Nice job kids. I am so glad there isn't work the day after those parties. Nobody would get anything done otherwise." Dad," I said, "you know Stella Bourget?" Yeah, I think she was at the party last night. She is a little timid. Did you strike up a conversation with her?" Yeah ... I did!" I said with a little attitude."What is it?" he said almost too loud for his own ears."She thinks that she's. Cheryl managed to toast bread and brew a decent cup of coffee. Joanne had one of those brewers that grinded the coffee fresh. He congratulated her with a kiss for figuring it out, even though he had faith in her abundant intelligence. They lingered on it. They heard Constance sigh. “You really are cute together,” she said. “And sexy.”“I’m in love with the lunk,” said Cheryl, “and hope we remain cute and sexy for a long time.”“Even though he has other lovers?”“I sleep around too,” Cheryl. " (That's me, Tucker Jones.) "Have you got your license already?" Huh?" Your fishing license. The wardens are very vigilant, so you have to have a license." I never thought of it. What's involved in getting one?"He started describing the process, but very early in his description he mentioned that it required ID, so I didn't need to know any more. I interrupted him with, "Don't worry about it. I'll just go out for a paddle; that'll be just as good. That's okay, isn't it?" It's fine."We made the.