My aunt acted as if nothing was wrong as I tried covering myself up with my hands. She looked down at my hands and then looked in my eyes and said "I ...o not think your hands are big enough to cover that big thing up" then she asked "Do you need to go pee or just take care of it before coming to breakfast" I just sat there not able to say a word or move from my spot,, then I heard another voice it was my mom "Damn son are you ok sitting there with that big thing throbbing like that" I had not. I mastered myself enough to briefly smile and nod my head. I was so relieved when she started reading her paper again, I could never have talked, at most only a gasp would have come out. I tried to control myself, and slowly very slowly by trying to put the idea of trying on panties out of my head I could breathe again albeit in short stunted intakes of breath. I had somehow managed to get my breathing under control without anybody noticing, and avoid passing out. Shock took over, I couldn’t. This time Fritz glared at her for a few moments before reluctantly allowing her to depart. Again she had another loose bowel movement, as well as a long pee. Embarrassed she returned to her seat and set to work again. Within a half hour she was again forced to raise her hand. Fritz rose stonily from his chair and strode to her desk. ?I don’t know what you’re doing out there in the outhouse, young lady, but my temper is getting very short. You may go again, but this is the last. You have. I thought I saw a smile on Amy’s lips.My turns got better ... the throttle has a lot to do with good turns. I was changing the direction of mass and mass tends to continue in one direction unless acted on by an outside force. Gravity is always trying to pull. The airflow is counteracting, a little extra throttle and the turns got better.So, I thought ... how about a tighter turn? An aileron turn instead of a rudder turn. I tried it. Whoa ... that was pretty quick.“Smooth is better than sudden,”.