The Singles Launch Pad (Revised)

As the sun peered its light into the window Susan’s devious image felt nature’s loving warmth knowing that this was her day, and it was time to take charge being firm defending her turf. First thing on the agenda was grabbing a waiver which allowed one to claim anything that they do not possess.

Leaving the bedside, she went directly to the window where the honest North Carolina breeze took an adventure into the controlling lungs hoping the fresh air contribution would make breathing a healthier experience. “I made a quality choice,” the invisible fangs showed their bite, “and got dumped, immediately, once he opened my pandora’s gate.”

“That is right,” she remembered looking around the cabin built on a wealthy estate, “Mokheef was a winner but the maximum over kill attitude which was a major factor in allowing him to fund higher education opportunities only ended up being his Achillies heel.”

Throwing on a plaid shirt and jeans Susan was ready in a few minutes to combat the wilderness. Walking outside the Uhwarre Sky showed its beauty displaying a golden blue spectacle luring guests into its heaven. “It doesn’t matter anymore Mokheef found his own winner’s circle, and this is mine.”

“I really love this National Forest, it calms me and its Mucho apreciado,” Susan sarcastically portrayed South American acting grit and the battle cry ‘put people out of the money’, “I took this place for my own posterity needs.”

Across the campground Johnny Sack had the allowance option to claim the advertisement pitched during a pinstripe zoom meeting where a credit card was swiped after requesting Amazon free delivery.

“Buying this Plamen rocket launcher, really put me out of the money,” a concerned look developed understanding the gamble connected to the night light show. It was then branches crackled behind him and a former hiking colleague came onto the scene.

“Well, Johnny Sack, your father Dr. Jack was such the winner,” the female voice reminded the self-made entrepreneur experimenter.

“Susan,” Johnny greeted, “my father gave me allowance and I took the option to claim the power to put on the grandest night light show in the Uhwarre Sky.”

Looking at him trying not to laugh Susan replied noticing a Dole branded label ready to get fried, “I am going to take a long shot here are you having bananas on fire?”

“My favorite dessert as you know Sauteed Sundae a la mode,” Johnny tried to create a lighter moment when Dominique his Saturday night special emerged from the camping tent,

“Who knows what about this show?” Dominque spoke into a cell phone, “just a second its Miranda’s Desmond for one thing and he knows nothing about this place.”

“Can you be a little more discreet Dominique where out of the money remember,” Johnny gritted his teeth.

“Oh yes, we do not really have a red roof over our head,” Dominique turned off the communication device quickly observing Susan ready to go berserk and within an instant prepared to defend the fertile turf where the newest blooming springtime flower decided to look pretty, “let me guess you’re a maiden and you have a waiver that says you can claim anything your heart desires,”

“That is right, I get whatever I sink my teeth into,” Susan nose touched Dominque’s nostrils. This statement made the sorority enthusiastic student’s blood boil and conjured up a foot stomping tantrum followed by a one punch black eyed Susan message.

“Your bananas on fire,” Susan shrieked getting up from the ground knowing she was fairly put into place.

Taking a whiff Johnny saw the grill as the losing invader ran off into the darkness, “get the ice cream Dominique,” suggested Johnny realizing his new girlfriend's winning response time when dealing with an issue and confirming the relationship when from the sleeping bag an answer rendered, “I only brought whip cream.”