Perhaps it was just the knowledge that they were more than friends now.They told him the news as soon as he walked in, and he'd been thinking about it...since. There was some empty banter, an awkward silence, more attempts at empty banter and a longer awkward silence. Eventually, Carly brought up the topic on his mind."I hope you're not hurt. Not too much."The odd thing: he wasn't. In any other situation, the last person he'd want to lose against was Sam. When it came to Carly, however… Sam cared. Plus, I'm not stupid, I videotaped it as well. I knew you were playing me and now I've got proof."Now Professor Hermann was nervous, why did he have to pick the one psychotic freshman in the whole bunch? His world was crashing down around his ears and there was nothing he could do about it. He looked up and put his hands out in supplication. "What do you want? I'll do anything."Roxanne giggled. "That is exactly what I wanted to hear. From now on, you're my slave. You will do what I want, when I. Again Betty, thank you."Betty blushed and said, "I didn't want to come off sounding like a know it all or want to be a shit disturber. I just wanted DeDe to know that if the FAA gets down on you, you don't keep your certificate. That was happening over in Orlando. But those guys didn't abide by anyone's rules."Back home, I sat on the patio with a beer and some chips, pondering how well everything was going. Somehow, I felt that I was missing something. There was an opportunity out there that. ”One thing I was learning about these small jets was that every one of them was different, even if they were the same model. When you bought one, either new or used, there existed a whole industry set up just to custom remodel the interiors. This one differed slightly from the one I had ridden from Hawaii to Seattle and back. There was a half bath in the back, and there was a cabin door separating the cockpit from the passengers, but the arrangement of the seats was slightly different. With.