(If you don’t own a cell phone, please explain.)Please check hair color:Females: [ ] Blonde [ ] Platinum BlondeTeenagers: [ ] Purple [ ] Blue [ ] Sk...nheadPlease check activities you perform while driving: (Check all that apply)[ ] Eating[ ] Applying make-up[ ] Talking on the phone[ ] Slapping kids in the backseat[ ] Having sex[ ] Applying cellulite treatment to thighs[ ] Tanning[X] Snorting cocaine (already checked for ease of application)[ ] Watching TV[ ] Reading Variety[ ] Surfing the net. There is a glory about her, and the intense weight of it invokes a paralysis upon him rendering him inextricably helpless. She is within inches of him now, her hands on his muscular chest, he towers over her standing at 6'2 as she is 5'5. Her sweet savory scent of vanilla and strawberry intoxicates him. She stands on the tips of her toes and slowly leans into him… Her soft lips kiss his cheek.Drawing her face back from his, staring him dead in his eyes. The thunder and lighting clash and roar. ”“I wish you could too, Cal, but given that you can’t, what are you really after.”“David, I know that Charlie asked you to show her that it is possible to be loved, and not just fucked,” she said, “all I ask is that you do that for me too. Maybe after that, I’ll be able to move forward, whether that’s with you, or I go out and find someone else, but at the moment, all I know about love, is bad. It’s dirty, and degrading and I don’t want it to be that. I want to be able to love and be loved.. That one! The GIB said it again."What else can go wrong?" Although he didn't frame it in those words ... no ... not exactly."What the fuck is that?" was what he actually said ... but it meant, What else can go wrong?'That' was a largish silvery object with a huge hole in the side and the Mig flew into it.And STOPPED.Slowly lowered to the floor inside the hole in the side of the unidentified what ever ... the Mig-31 stopped ... the engine still operating stopped ... by its own self. The canopies.