John rode the train with us back to Pueblo. At the train station, Mr. John Chisum and I said our goodbyes and wished each other luck as he stayed on t...e southbound train into New Mexico.After Mr. Charlie went with me to withdraw my money from the bank, we said our farewells with a promise to meet again one day.“Joss, I don’t have a son or a daughter, but if I ever do have a son, I want him to grow up to be just like you. You are a man who will one day, stand above a world of men who were never. So he thinks he's a badass. I swear that kid thinks he's black. Plus, he's always teasing me by saying "I'm blacker than you" Which makes me wanna beat his little ass.He's only 15, but he's already 6' tall. But he's rail-thin at only 140 lbs. I can't stand his punk ass. But he and Sasha get along great. They're always either laughing at one of their inside jokes (which drives me crazy), or playing childish practical jokes on each other. By doing silly things like shooting spitballs at each. He gave her an A+ rating after the flight in every aspect of her flying, including her attitude and acceptance about the various elements of the crash, which he’d grilled her on during the flight. She couldn’t have asked for more or a cleaner bill of health.John left the plane and the rest of us at St. Croix, and took commercial flights back to the city. Cindy and Elsa would fly the 737 home at the end of our vacation week. He was also overseeing the repair work on the Cessna Citation in the. He told me that he got a job there three months ago, just after he turned sixteen, because his parents said they would buy him a car if he got a job and so that he could save up some fun money for college. As he told me this I noticed him repeatedly looking down my blouse at my cleavage and also peeking down at my legs exposed beneath my skirt. I had given him more attention in ten minutes then any other girl had probably given him in his life so I knew he was mine to do whatever I wanted with.