”“I am. Eighteen. Got my multi-engine last summer. My commercial two months ago. My instrument ticket last month.”“402’s a nice plane. I fle... one a few hundred hours as a charter pilot and for a little non-sched airline between Florida and the Bahamas.”“Really?” I replied. “I’ve got a bit over a hundred hours in ‘er.”“You know the secrets, right? Loading. Fuel capacity.”“Oh, yes ... We tote a few technicians, a few hundred pounds of equipment and luggage around the countryside all the time. She. I had totally thrown my life away. Or rather this Carol Jenner person I had never heard of before had ruined my life for me. She must've been one of Zoe's old friends, which would explain how Zoe wound up with this cursed ring after Carol became some stockbroker guy. But whether this was a twisted revenge or whether Zoe honestly had no idea this would happen, I didn't know. All I knew now was that I couldn't be Jeff Lindstrom any more. I looked like a homely 16-year old girl with a fabulous. I promise it won’t happen again.’ Andie apologized, the words coming out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying. ‘Whoa, thing with Jackson? As in, Jackson who got you this position, Jackson who teaches at your high school, your old teacher? Ok this is good, tell me everything!’ Debra smiled wide, showing all her teeth. While Andie and Debra had become good friends, they rarely talked about their personal lives. Andie instantly wished the words back in to her mouth but could see. Other hands were tugging on my belt and pants. Once Sherri had gotten my shirt off, she paused, grinning like a cat, as she ran one finger down my most prominent scar. Then she yanked her blouse off and tossed her bra aside. I stole a glance toward the foot of the bed where Mei-Ling and Summer were wrestling my underwear off as Tamara held a foil packet ready and Rochelle was slowly stripping nude. My glance didn't last long before Sherri's breasts were in my face, with her urging me to suck.