A very, very pretty young girl. The crunching and snapping sounds that had woken Tom were from the sticks and twigs under foot as the girl had come th...ough the trees to the lake’s edge.To Tom the young girl looked to be about the same age as he was and she was very beautiful indeed. Also, just like Tom, the young girl was not naked. She was wearing a lovely white mini-skirt around her very trim waist and hips with a matching white half-top that covered her tight little bust beautifully. The. Nobody but me and the Flight Instructor.When the time came, I took off, circled the field and landed. Then, to prove it wasn't a fluke, I took off, circled the field and landed, again. The whole thing only lasted about three minutes, but it did prove to me that I could do this. More important, it proved to the government that I could do this.Our plane, the Cessna 182, came with all the best avionics, and the best power plant available. It got off the ground quicker than a typical 182, but that. She doesn’t watch herself move through life. She doesn’t imagine the way that she looks in the eyes of others as she walks down the street. She moves with purpose. The only reason why she is walking in the first place is to get somewhere that she feels is important, and naturally, that movement is attractive. Purpose is attractive. The days that pass are merely sections of opportunities for her to make her mark in the world. She throws herself into these sections of opportunity, and she uses. We had dated as teenagers, then reconnected at a high school reunion. The affair lasted for quite a while, about a year, until I wanted more. I started talking about getting a divorce and being with her, and that was the end of it. She was not going to do that to her family, and looking back, I might not have been able to do it either. But in the heat of it, all I could see was the fantasy - how we would live happily ever after, and just shut out the reality of the damage we would have been.