“Yup it’s pretty cool,” I said “so what do you want to eat?”“What are some options?” she asked.“Well do you want fast food or would yo... rather sit down?” I say.“Sitting down would be nice” she said.“Ok then how about Alexander’s”“Ok” she saidWe pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant and get a table. Our waiter sat us and handed us are menus. We ordered are meal and got to talking. I learned about her school in Virginia, and tell her about the football team. “I don’t hang with the. Al and their children who were all older than ours, were the ones interested in the skating. Like me, Gay spent most of her time on the sidelines watching and drinking coffee. It, therefore, followed that I got to know Gay quite well, enough to feel her out on how she felt about Sue and Al flirting with each other.“I hope you don’t feel upset with the way Sue flirts with Al?” I asked her one day. “Doesn’t worry me,” she replied. After a short delay, she continued. “He gets little attention at. Flight Log(standard format, bound, fifty page)Point of Departure: Acapulco International Destination: Miami InternationalPilot: Donald L. ForemanCopilot: none1300hours, 14 September, 1994I want the record to show I protested the insistence of the owner of this aircraft in beginning this flight. By the time his wife, daughter, and Bruno Pisseli had embarked, Hurricane Eloise was too close to our flight path for safe operation. I also protested taking off without a coplilot, conceding that it had. I was at the pub with friends, enjoying a beer or two. We had attended the festival in the park and the day had been a scorcher. The air was finally starting to cool as day turned into night. The pub was quite crowded and we were sitting outside undercover, I was chatting to Tom, one of the boys I knew when I first noticed her. She was young, too young for me to be staring at but I couldn’t help myself. Long blond wavy hair with the face of an angel, the most gorgeous smile I had ever seen. Tom.