And Mrs. Arthur Chesterfield."Yeah, but I've usually got a cast iron stomach," Arti said. "You know, riding roller coasters, sitting in small planes o...er the mountains while I'm invading countries, jumping out of airplanes. That sort of thing," she answered with a big smile.The SEAL laughed. But he looked at her with a questioning glance. She could have said roller coasters and bumpy airplane rides. And she was here with a backpack at her feet and wearing fatigues. She didn't seem like a Missus. She rather enjoyed her covert work except for the last tour in Iraq when she got shot up and had developed an aversion to the collateral damage her assignment had caused in the crowded building that she was under orders to clear of all terrorists.She started to make the early morning formations with the Headquarters Battalion that worked out of the four story building on the base with so many different departments that the left hand didn’t know what the right hand was doing.That meant that she. Thursday of the week before Christmas was the first of two incidents that proved the point.Tommy did not have any experience to draw from on how he should conduct himself, so he formed his values from reading and observing people around him. He read westerns, of course; he loved stories of the old west. He also read biographies of great men. In his choice of reading material, the story’s heroes were brave, kind and resolute. They were protective of their friends, treated women and children with. I'm not going to take advantage of you." I know that. But you don't even want me here." Where did you get that idea?" Jill told me when we went shopping." Well, one of you got the wrong idea. I never said I don't want you here. What I did say is I don't want you here tomorrow. That's a special day for Jill and me and I want us to be alone in our apartment. I already talked to Mom and you can sleep on her couch tomorrow. She even said she'll feed you but she may make you help out in making it.".