Below is a transcript of the recorded radio traffic that AI heard.“Mayday, mayday, does anybody hear us? This is BF105, a Douglas DC-2, out of Nassa..., headed for Bermuda. We have just flown through a crazy kind of storm with six waterspouts. None of our navigation instruments work, except for the compass. We are now flying over land. Where did the ocean go? Mayday, mayday, somebody please answer.”“I hear you. This is AI. You should be able to see a long runway below you. Land there, but do not. Sex was much more interesting with the variety than it ever had been when she was screwing only one guy for a period of time.Six months before the end of her schooling, she also got concerned about her spiritual development and found a church she could relate to. There were interesting talks, discussion groups, and social events but none of the guys she was fucking wanted anything to do with religion. That left the door open for Trent, a ministerial school intern who was five years younger than. Instead of walking toward him, I sat at the bench and lit a cigarette. That was what led him in my direction, so I found out. “Had you not lit that, I’d not have seen you here. Could I get one from you?” He asked and stared over me. “Sure.” I said and returned the stare into his gray eyes as he took the pack from my fingers. Just as I got a look at his chin, he looked up and caught me. His smile was wide, white and straight, I put my smokes in my pocket and checked out the rest of him. Six foot. We would masturbate together while teasing each other until we both came hard. One day, I asked August who took the pictures and she told me that her husband did. I said that I wished I could take some pictures of her, but again, it was just a big wish that I knew would never come true. But then, during one of our chats, August said that she was going on a business trip and would be staying close to where I live. This was a chance of a lifetime…an opportunity I could not miss. So, we planned to.