Lieutenant Commander Samantha Wilson-Carter smiled as she relaxed in the bubbles in the luxurious marble tub and tried to reflect on the last year and all she'd been through. She knew she was the luckiest woman in the Navy and it was all because of her boss. President George H.W. Bush was her mentor and sponsor and she was truly grateful. He'd given her one hard assignment after another, but she'd managed to make him happy each time. People on four different continents would go to bed safer tonight, because of her work. She had succeeded in setting the last two centuries of British history on their ear with her historical research at The Queen's College, Oxford. Then she'd married the man of her dreams. Their honeymoon had been shortened a bit by her boss' needs, but it had been a wonderful interlude. Afterward she'd been shuffled from the Defense Department to the State Department for a couple months. But they'd eventually figured out how to get her paycheck to her. And here she was now, at the center of everything. Having a soak in the Saudi Royal Palace after a ride on her magnificent horse; racing over the dunes beside her favorite King. In just a little while she'd change into her uniform and ride out to the airfield to welcome her boss. He had come to the desert to share Thanksgiving wishes with the troops of Operation Desert Shield. She smiled again, all in all not a bad year.