Harry said that he had remembered me and also heard through the office grapevine that I had made quite an impression on him. I can’t think why as I ...an barely remember him.Anyway, tonight he was coming to dinner and Harry wanted things to go just so, as did I. My first thought was to cook something Italian but Harry said he much preferred good old English cooking. Roast beef it is then. Being nervous I had one or two glasses of sherry to calm my nerves. Harry doesn’t like me drinking too much. He indicated it and said, ‘Well, come on! Sit down and tell me what’s on your mind!’ Jack took the offered seat and cleared his throat again. ‘I, uh, I think that… I’ve been thinking about the things that you were saying to me about… Duty and honor and… Service and I think that, while I do respect all that you’ve been saying to me… I think that I would rather be a basketball player, than a sailor.’ Jack looked up and met his father’s eyes, expecting to see disappointment, or scorn, in them.. How any of them walked around without losing their pants is a mystery to me, and science both. However I at least now knew them all by first, or nickname, and that's all that counted."So what's this about a competition?" Rodney inquired."I thought that since it is obvious that you all want to get into my shorts that you could show me just how much you really want me by having a good old fashioned pie eating contest." PIE eating contest?" Rodney actually looked puzzled."Yeah, a hair pie eating. Whenthe train stopped she got on it quickly, relieved to be amongst otherpassengers, the anxiety and paranoia fading as she began to feel safer. Thejourney time was twenty minutes, and by the time she reached her stop Helen hadlet the gang slip from her mind. Her own station was still well lit, and shehad no fears here. Fromthe station to where Helen lived was only fifteen minutes, along a route shewas beginning to know well. Her mind was on the dinner invite one of her so-workershad given her.