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Collision Course 4.43
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Sam groaned, taking her cell from her back pocket, then feeling the bottle in her front pocket, thinking of which one she wanted most, to call Carmen and tell her to not come, or the Vicodin that was in her pocket. The pills won, and Sam took one more, and then she called Carmen.
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“Carmen, don’t bother getting down here, we don’t have a fucking pilot for the fucking jet that is supposed to fly us to…”
“…fucking Miami?” said Carmen cutting Sam off before she could continue venting. Carmen waved to Alice, who was at the garage apartment picking up some CD’s that Carmen had made for Quin. Pointing at an empty cup, Carmen nodded yes that Alice could have some coffee.
“Yeah, and get this, we don’t.. oh, I said that already. I’m going to try and book a normal flight,” snorted Sam. “You know, like, TWA or something…”
“So, what happened to the pilot?” asked Carmen and Alice listened in, pouring herself some coffee.
“He’s sick, in the head,” muttered Sam softly, flashing a fake grin to the man behind the counter.
“Pilot?” asked Alice stuffing her mouth with a very good pastry that looked homemade.
“Yeah, Sam’s pilot bailed on her,” said Carmen covering the mouthpiece, “And she sounds really tweaked out.”
“Great…,” sighed Alice. They’d all been worried about Sam, who seemed to be taking a vast amount of medication in the last week. No one had said anything, since no one knew quite what to say to the woman who had been drowning in pain for the last few years, first the loss of CJ, then the loss of Jesse. “What about Quin?”
“What about Quin?” asked Sam, who’d been continually ranting on the other end of the line, and Carmen handed the phone to Alice.
“I said, what about Quin?” asked Alice.
“What about her? What about Quin? I don’t need a cute blonde, I need a fucking pilot, if I don’t get to Miami, Brian will cut my nonexistent nuts off,” snapped Sam.
“Are you listening to me, Quin is a pilot,” said Alice between bites and sips of coffee.
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You, my dear Janet are one hell of a storyteller! Thank you!
I agree with Seahurst…captivating.
This is an absolutely amazing story! You always leaving me wanting to know what’s going to happen! But please, please, please let Shane and Sam find each other, because I think they need each other.
I hope someone remembers that Sam had an appointment in Seattle. She shouldn’t be alone. Not much fun to be had at that white party lol.
Trying to catch up on my reading. Hey know how Sam feels with her arm. Still wearing a should brace and sling since Aug 7. Hope by Feb i can take it all off. and i was shot. Just stupid. I love this story. It is awesome. Lets get Shane to Sam she needs someone with her Should be someone that loves her Take care and thanks bvh
Oui Oui Awesome! I love this story and well, I’m anticipating the next twist. PPS!
what can i say… ur just THE BOMB my friend… keep it up! PPS!
Oh no! Why did Sam leave? This story just gets more intriguing.
awesome – i hope shane finds sam and explains all… great story – hope u post more soon.
“You are good at it, even Tina was fooled,” said Bette – Like thats a f*cking surprise. Did Sam actually take ecstasy or was she bullshitting to get away from the group?, if the latter was she feverish just cause of the constant pill popping? Shane better speak up or she’s gonna lose her. Kinda funny how everyone (except for Carmen) was in a hot club but they wouldn’t hook up w/ anyone cause their heart belonged to another. Lovin’ it.