I input the flight info into the computer and it came up 1,316 miles and five hours forty-seven minutes flying time. The computer automatically checke... the weather from satellites. All clear along the flight path and tail winds most of the way. One reason I was flying west to east was the prevailing winds blow that direction. I'd fly higher on this leg to catch the tail winds, reported at 50 knots, and to get over the Sierra and the Rockies, so I'd be on oxygen the whole time.I taxied to the. .. What do you mean if he doesn't ... What are you suggesting? ... I will not do that mother ... Consider it? Are you kidding me? Perhaps Dylan is right about you. Look I have to get to work, goodbye."She pressed the off button so hard her thumbnail broke, "Damn it, nothing's going right."Agitated and upset Mari felt inside her purse and pulled out an emery board. She began to file the ragged edge and contemplated what her mom said, 'I hadn't thought about what would happen if he doesn't get. Alex was groaning with the pain of it. "Great." She screamed."This is just freakin' great. Now on top of being abearded freak, I have a dick." "Try shaving again." I suggested. "And how is that going to help me with having a dick?" "It's not. But maybe you can try to solve the hairy situation." I laughedat my own joke. "Stop laughing. It's not funny at all. I'll never be accepted at schoolagain. I'm a freak!" "Just try shaving again, ok? You never know. It might work." Alex relucantly agreed. Dress for the job you want, not the job you have. It was one of those common sense sayings most successful people knew but needed to be revealed to those wanting to improve themselves. It wasn't just a saying she parrotted, she believed in it.Right now, she was dressed like a rape victim.She was wearing what she believed was the single greatest piece of clothing ever made for the female form. A black cocktail dress. Thin, elegant shoulder straps, a custom made shape to cling to her body tightly.