Something about a thing she had forlong-haired guys... I had shrugged and gone along with it - frankly Iwould probably do just about anything for her!...ince we'd been dating for a few months we'd gotten a little furtheralong with our relationship, and we'd spent a lot more time learningwhat could work with our height differences. I always worried she woulddecide dating me was like dating a little kid, but she didn't seem tofeel that way! We hadn't made it any further than second base. "Dr. This lad has had to endure far too much, causing far too many injuries. This is Assistant, Deputy Director Calvin Jamison of the DHS. He is in charge of all protection services undertaken by the US Federal Government. He was dispatched to us, earlier, by the President himself, when Miss Bell called me about the questioning going on, here. We, and by 'we' I mean everyone from the President, on down, are determined to take back control of this cluster F--," he caught himself just in time,. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he turned on the radio. The same easy listening music he had listened to last night came on. He turned the tuner to find a pop music station. He turned past several numbers on the dial before another station came on. This one was a little better but he decided to look further. He could only find three stations that came in. The third was country and he hated country. He turned back to the pop station. Odd radio, he thought to himself. It only brings in three. But he was talking anyway."Will you agree that I have done you a service?" he asked. His voice was maybe the most soothing sound I'd ever heard, almost like the waves rolling in from the sea around us.Somehow I knew immediately what he meant—my singing. He'd been there when I'd had the sudden breakthrough, and somehow he'd been responsible for it."Yes," I replied in the dream."Then I must ask will you do me a service," he said."Beyond the beacon?" I asked. My sleeping self seemed to recognize.