"Because I don't have an acoustic guitar," she laughed."No need, I'm here," John said walking into the room, "I finished it this morning. Have a look ...before I upload it for you." This isn't for online," Suzie said aghast. "It's a birthday thing for my mum." Yeah but it's awesome and imagine how cool she will think it is to have her daughter saying she loves her go viral." John enthused. He took a seat at the makeshift table they had set up yesterday and opened his laptop.The opening vision was. ”“I assure you they say the same about men.”Letting out a sigh, Axel thanked Roddrick and left in the other direction to see Mari.He found her at their tents, messing up his stuff. Caught red-handed, she raised her chin, legs spread defiantly.“Is this what you do when you’re mad? Beat up sleeping bags?”“Is that what this thing is called? It looked like a comfy coffin.”“Roddrick informed me going to see another whore may have insulted you. From the mess you have made of my belongings I assume he. Once there, I turned on the radio. It was getting close to eight and I tuned to forty meters and 7.153 MHz for the Treasure Coasters net. Around a quarter ‘til, people started to gather. George would be the net control today. It was hard to hear him since he was, for forty meters, so close in Blairsville. I could hear him very faintly but others were there and ready to relay as usual.The net started and George was calling the different stations to make their transmissions. It was fun to listen. David’s flight wasn’t technically cancelled. It was delayed. He could see his plane through the windows of the boarding lounge. It was right there. If the small planes could take off, why couldn’t the big jets with their much fancier electronics do it? Emboldened by several trips to the bar, he loudly asked that question of the harried agent staffing the boarding desk.A pleasant sounding voice from behind him said, “Because there is no pilot alive who is willing to take off over Witch Mountain.