The only thing Ranger and Stephanie couldn't agree on was what they had between them. Was it an unofficial official relationship? Was it an official unofficial relationship? Or did they even have a relationship? After a 3-minute headache break, they decided to put the disagreement aside and concentrate on working out a solution for their real dilemma. And they finally made it.

So they boarded the plane and flew back to Trenton. And Stephanie actually crawled on top of Ranger and growled like a rabid lioness when the half-naked shameless bleached blonde across the aisle turned (for the 6th time in 58.5 seconds, mind you!) seductively in the business class seat to flash him her definitely FAKE 38E boobs. Stephanie gave Ranger her best Burg Glare when his mouth-watering perfect body began to shake with silent laughter beneath her. However, by the time the plane landed at Newark Airport, Stephanie didn't even remember the bimbo's existence, and her plane phobia was also cured. Yes, wrapping safely in the strong, muscular arms of your own personal Cuban Sex God for more than 10 hours on the flight home would surely do you magic.

A totally awake and alert Ranger and a yawning, still half-dreaming Stephanie got off the plane, collected their luggage, left the airport and returned to the 7th floor apartment on Haywood Street, and thus officially started their new life as a not-yet-married-but-someday-maybe-if-we-are-both-real-comfortable-and-ready-so-fuck-off-stupid-Burg-gossips couple together.

-END of Punch 12: Rain Forests Surround Our King Size Bed-