It was pretty clean and it seemed pretty big. I looked around and seen pictures of him when he was seventeen. Bad memories. "I'm glad you're here." He...said with a smile, while walking closer to me. " I made spaghetti, is that okay?" He asked. I nodded and sat down on his couch. "Would you like wine, water, -" "Wine, please." I interrupted. He smiled and handed me a glass of wine. I smiled and took a sip. He sat next to me on the couch. The apartment smelled like delicious spaghetti. It was. So we left from the Fresno airport and made our way to Bakersfield and then headed out across the Mojave Desert in the middle of the night. I was falling asleep behind the wheel and you could say that I was driving by Braille. We found a motel out in the middle of this place that looked like a set from some late 70’s or early 80’s horror film. We checked in and where in bed at about 3-4am. She lay next to me wearing nothing but a night gown and she hiked it up so we could lie skin to skin and. Suddenly. Incomprehensibly. The encompassing view of the bridge suddenly dropped below the horizon as the small aircraft rose once more into the sky. It took a moment for the two of them to realize they were still alive. It was a dozen more heartbeats before they dared considered asking themselves how could they be with both engines destroyed.Before they could say a word to each other, they found themselves on the ground at National Airport. Instinct took over and they quickly exited the. “I think we had better go in and change don’t you darling” Susan enquiredJenny just giggled and said, “I think so darling, but doesn’t it feel lovely soaking ourselves like this” the ladies laughed and holding hands went back to the house to ’freshen up’ so to speak. Jenny went to her own bathroom and Susan to the guest bedroom. Jenny called to Susan and told her where some fresh clothing and undies were, and they agreed to meet in the study and continue working on one of their fantasy stories..