I change the music, putting on that Gaga CD that reminds me of you, of us.. The one we have shared and enjoyed together so many times during our chats... It's kind of become our little soundtrack. I smile.I glance at my blackberry, it's nearly time and I feel the nerves creep in again. I sit on the bed and try to relax some, having a drink. Everything is set for your arrival, I can't wait to meet you, to see your face. I know so little about you really, but feel like I know you so well. We have. We just started chatting to get to know each other for awhile. Alison showed back after a half hour. She asked if we were both playing nice while she was gone. We both laughed and said yes. After another hour of talking and drinking, Alison suggested we just stay downtown tonight since we've been drinking. I agreed, I was getting a good buzz on and didn't feel like driving 45 minutes home. Chris suggested the hotel he was staying at for the week. I wasn't so sure if I wanted to, but Alison. Through the night, we hadn’t moved much and I woke up still spooned behind her and holding her hand. Laura’s first action was the same as her last, squeezing my hand.“Morning,” she said when I squeezed back.She turned to face me, brushing her bum across my morning glory, then kissed me, before getting up. Tuesday and Wednesday, we spent the day at our parents’ continuing the sorting out, trying hard and failing to not waste ages reminiscing. The evenings were spent much the same way as Monday,. “We don’t stand on ceremony here, and unless someone insists, we don’t usually pray. So, Happy Thanksgiving and dig in!”Our visiting sailors ate with gusto, having their first home-cooked meal in over four weeks. Institutional cooking wasn’t the best, and I couldn’t imagine that the food at RTC Great Lakes was anything more than passable. The conversation was lively, and I found out quite a bit more about the recruits. Patrick was from Arizona and had never even seen the ocean. John was from.