As Randy was leaving the office, Mark said to him, "Give me thirty days and we will have your fantasy ready to go."Randy got the call exactly thirty d...ys later and he was ready to go the next morning. He could hardly sit through the couple of hours of orientation to get him ready, but soon enough he was sitting in the chair ready to be transported to the fantasy room. Mark and his assistants hooked Randy up to the machine, and then everything went dark and suddenly he was transported back to. I’m Seaman Adam Clarke, if that helps. Nope, no exalted rank or title here. I did my term of enlistment in Uncle Sam’s navy, got out, and just started college on the GI Bill when the ball dropped.”“Wait ... you’re an actual veteran?” the man grew a bit flustered when he heard that, “I’m Colonel Burgess Arliss, if you must know. My personal military record is none of your damn business, anyway. Clearly, Uncle Sam’s standards dropped due to the wars if he let the likes of you into the goddamned. We all use phony names around here: Sexy Lexi, Randy Brandy, Franny Fox, Lily Lush. I haven’t heard Scooter for years. I drive a car nowadays.”“Sorry, the picture is etched in my brain. You zipping up and down the road on your motor scooter in your bikini with your long hair flying out behind you.”“So, you were checking me out? Thanks, Mr. Charlie,” she said.“Just call me Charlie,” he said.“Okay, Charlie. I saw you in here last Saturday with your friends. I didn’t think you recognized me.”“I. ‘You all ready to go?’ I asked him as I headed into the lounge to pack up Issy’s toys. But Zac had already done all of that and put it all in the car. ‘Yep, just waiting for you baby,’ he said, putting his arm around me and pulling me close. ‘Bella sandwich,’ he said, rubbing his nose against hers. She started laughing. I think they would really miss each other when we took her home. ‘Mum? Dad? Grandma?’ I called out as I headed inside with Issy. Zac insisted that he would unload the car.