<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Lana Meyer </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Ghost ' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/ef83644e-b81e-4c18-a36f-83c777a6137e_zps8d502a8f.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lana felt like a truck had hit her. Not only that his ex-girlfriend was on this flight and even one of the pilots. But that he had so blatantly lied to her earlier when he had exaggerated, what had been his words,  I can't remember any of the girls I've met before? And then only two minutes later he told her that his ex-girlfriend was one of the pilots. It kind of pulled her down from her cloud no. 9. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned back.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sam. You think that is funny? You think I go over that like you had made some bad joke? I'm kind of pissed now, Sam. You have already crossed the line from exaggeration to lie and I am not sure if I want to see that again. I like you Sam, but that was quite a downer. I am not sure I can trust you and I will take it slow until you have proven that you are serious." </span><br/><br/>Lana felt really sad. For herself and for Sam. But she knew that if he would disappoint her it would be more painful. No, taking it slow was probably wise. If he was serious it will be alright. And if not...then it would not break her heart.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm sorry, Sam. But I may look tougher than I am. I don't do very well with relationships that break up. Lilli counts on me as her friend and I don't want to disappoint her by getting all worked up with you. I really like you Sam and if you are faithful I would be very happy to give you another chance. But for now, I can't give it to you." </span></div>