Even the act of putting the ad on the computer which led to that first guycoming to her apartment for sex, Ben, his name was, even doing somethingas d...fined as that, had happened in a kind of sleepwalk. Her actionsseemed to be directed by some remote intelligence that knew what sheneeded better than she did herself. She could never have consciously donesomething as potentially dangerous as that herself.What an odd way to live a life, Marcia thought. She wondered if otherpeople didn't also live. Courses for drivers, gunners and commanders were held at Warminster.I was on one of the first courses to be held for APC commanders, and arrived at Warminster on February the 1st. It's freezing bloody cold on Salisbury Plain in winter, but that apart I really enjoyed the course. I was missing Annalise like crazy, but at least the hectic training schedule didn't leave me much time to brood over her. After the course I was given a week's leave. I hadn't been home since before the Belfast. He got there a second before the outfielder’s throw reached the player covering second and was called safe by the umpire.I was up, I went through my routine to focus myself and loosed my arms with a few practice swings of the bat, then entered the batter’s box, set my bat into position and waited for the first pitch. The pitcher glanced over his shoulder, checking to see how much lead if any Ben was making for third, in order to hold Ben closer to second base.With Ben on second, it would be. It was just past noon. They climbed aboard the yacht, helped along by the friendly crewman, who ushered them in to the main cabin. As Jack followed her in, he couldn’t help thinking to himself, “In just a few hours, I’ll take her to a place she’s never even dreamed of!”The main cabin was paneled in shiny, fine oak, furnished with lush green carpet and heavy leather chairs. In the middle stood a round oak table, laid out with a sumptuous buffet of fruits, caviar, sweets and champagne. “Enjoy.