That strange line runs through my head. I look over at the counter. Sally is motioning for me to stay and is making hand gestures like she will cove... the floor. I look back at him. He shows no emotion, he is just looking at me with what looks like indifference. I figure what the hell.I tell him everything, from the birthday party all the way through Easter and then everything up to now. He sits patiently and lets me talk. He doesn’t stop me or even ask any questions. I finish and look. The sole exception being her tour with that Bieber fuck. One diva is bad...two? Nightmarish doesn't even begin to cover it.Tonight was going to be one of those bad times. The MTV Video Music Awards. Ariana had an appearance and a performance and I was hoping there was an open bar.I was waiting on her in the hotel suite she had rented. Why she had rented it was beyond me, she fucking lived in L.A., her place wasn't even an hour's drive from the awards show in bad traffic. Then I remembered,. The boy, the beautiful man that had actually been there beside me all along just waiting for me to understand that it was him who would complete me.Forty hours to a private license, that part had been completed before Jeff could fly me anywhere. Two fifty to a commercial, two thousand for that coveted ATP. One forty of that in a multi-engine, two hundred total IFR. Jeff had lots and lots of hours to burn in the little 152 based at Tamiami whose owners charged only by the accumulated numbers on. 'We couldn't do her this morning because she was having an enema.''That's right,' said the technician. 'We need a clean bowel for the type of pelvic MRI we're doing on this young lady. In fact, she's the first patient to have our new type of scan.'Just then, Nikki was pushed in by the orderly. The technician came into the room, leaving the medical students watching through the observation window. Nikki was looking at the MRI bed. It was covered by a sheet and there was a odd-looking bulge.