Paul improved with is use of the knife, and when the wooden knifes were thrown away and they began to use real knives, he learned the control that he ...eeded. Fighting Hawk taught him that control was the most important thing. Paul lived with a knife in his hand every minute for more than a month. He knew the feel, weight, texture and even the smell of the knife. He learned to throw and hit what he was aiming at, as well as killing large game with his knife. It was hard for him to understand. This trip was pushing the G5LR to its extreme – we were trying to go seven thousand miles without refueling. When they were satisfied they helped us with our baggage."If the winds at thirty thousand are not in our favor, we will have to divert to one of these three countries Spain, Italy or Morocco to refuel," Vance said."If it comes to that, Spain or Italy is the better choice - Morocco is not a fun place anymore, I hear," I replied.I knew that from reading the State Department daily security. She turned and gave me a rib cracking hug."I'm really happy to see you again, Izzy. I've missed you." Mmmm."We went down stairs and Izzy sat at the table while I made a fresh pot of coffee then went digging into the refrigerator."What would you like? Eggs, pancakes, waffles, steak, ice cream?"She smiled softly. "How 'bout scrambled eggs and toast?" I can manage that. I'm not much of a cook, so we'll keep the stomach pump standing by... just in case."I took out six eggs, a small bell pepper and. The gentleman roughly yanked them down "off girl, raise your feet. Off i say?" and the girl obeyed. Without anything to say he slapped and spanked her. The 19 year girl was aware they were on a first class and therefore it was a bit silent and everyone can hear, so she was adamant to take it quietly. The slap kept on for about 10 minutes with the girl wobbling and low voice of ow oh ouch there and there. The gentleman paused and rub "getting sore girl? It's nice isnt It? The girl just let her.