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The plane was about 40% full, which made me feel a bit less nervous. The flight attendant came around telling all of us to make sure we were buckled in and our tray tables were locked into the seat in front of us, which they were. The plane hit its thrusters and headed down the runway. In just a few seconds, we were airborne. Since the flight was only an hour and five minutes, there was only enough time for the stewardess to pour us all a short drink. All of my group just had water. As we heard the landing gear lock into place, I was happy that we had gotten back to LAX. The plane made it’s decent and touched down with no issues. Aurora gripped my arm the entire landing procedure. I just smiled at her and once again apologized for this whole event. She smiled and kissed me telling me not to worry. When the plane taxied to our gate, my group got up and were the first ones off the plane. We walked through the terminal to the baggage pickup. Of course, when you are the first ones at baggage pickup, it seems to take forever to finally see luggage begin to hit the carousel. I paid a bellman to grab our luggage and get us a large cab, which he did. I tipped him $100 and he thanked me for telling me that usually he only gets about $2 per bag so my tip was completely unexpected. We got into the minivan cab and indian headed back to the Chateau. When we arrived at the gate, I had to give the FBI agent my ID before he would open the gate. I could see the taxi driver wondering what the heck he had gotten into. He parked by the front door, the FBI closed the gate until we were all safely inside the house. The two CG boys came out of the house to help us all in with our luggage. Fred, being the gentleman, he is, took Mom’s luggage and stacked it on cumshot top of his own piece of luggage. In just a couple of minutes, we were all safely inside the house. I tipped the cab driver $200. He thanked me profusely and drove off, having to stop at the gate and wait for the FBI to open it to allow him to leave. I heard more helicopters overhead. The agent at the front door said it was press helicopters once again. We were still one of the stories in the current news cycle. I was happy to see everyone in the house. Jennifer, Diane, Paula, Allison, Sammy and Bobby, the CG boys, Marcus, Sharon, BJ, and Danni were all just hanging out, making phone calls to ensure that work was still happening even though they weren’t physically at their job. The house smelled wonderful. Bobby was cooking up steaks and chicken. He had a large pot of noodles and alfredo along with sweet corn. Sammy had several cakes already made for our dessert and he was currently working on smoked fish spread on some Ritz crackers as well as several types of veggies with homemade hummus. I went over to John and thanked him for taking care of everyone. 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