” Becca says, at what looks like an outdoor storage closet. It can’t be right.But it’s not a closet. It leads down a long hallway. Your heart th...mps as you and Becca walk down it. The thought another unlocked door. Still dark.“Hey!” A voice shouts. And light flicks on to reveal a big night watchman. “You folks lost?” He asks. “There’s no trespassing here.”Becca, bold as always, steps up and hands him the card. “We’re looking for this.”He looks at it, then looks at Becca, giving her a good ogle. Then later he had called Carol and they had gone together to find Penny the perfect outfit for the evening. It had taken them several stops, but finally they had found a long black skirt, with a long slit up the side and a blouse with a v-neck that, if left unbuttoned, would dip suggestively low.They arrived at the hotel and checked in. Penny was thrilled to be at the Quay, and, when they entered their room, her eyes were immediately drawn to the view of the Harbor. The nighttime lights from. I guess being theson of a U.S. Senator has its privileges. We walked in and Cindygrabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs."We need to find you something appropriate to wear." Cindy said. We raninto her room and she quickly went through her closet. I took off myshoes and flopped on the bed. She quickly walked over and sat me up."You'll mess up your hair that way." She said. A flurry of clotheslanded on the bed next to me as Cindy took them out of the closet."Here, try these on. I'll keep looking."I. Now it was my parents and sister who became the focus of my apprehension. The knot of fear within my stomach had become an old friend, I was adept at hiding the tremble in my hand, it did not do to display fear: I was a soldier. The next posting to the Far East had not seemed to make much difference. I would still carry my worries about my family but for a while I could relax on a boat: a cruise liner no less. There was always the threat of submarines of course but in my case, fear of the.