With out knocking, I don’t care, still kind of sleepy and I think now, I am going to be late for work. The excuse, ‘ I had to fight a super-villai... this morning’. Yeah, that’s sounds believable. I struggle to get off my floor. ‘Are you decent?’ he asks. His blond hair, small nose, and his mouth moving in a blur is all I can see. I always wanted to tell him that his ears are big, too, but I never would. ‘Yeah, what the heck was that outside?’ I respond, saving my sarcasm for later. ‘There’s some. It just didn't seem fair.In Linda's mind, it seemed like she would be far happier to be making some boy or girl take what she wanted to do to them and to act in a proper respectful manner for her controlling position. In other words, she really liked being on top and making her partner submit to her rather than the other way around.It was this sense of things that made the likelihood of finding a suitable male companion almost impossible and after careful thought on the subject, she realized. Or, maybe I’m just socially retarded. But I never ask if the glass is half full, or half empty. My only interest is in finding the right size glass.So, when the government offered a free pilot training program, I was one of the first to apply. It paid all the ground school and flight instruction costs for anybody willing to become an “Air Cadet.” There was even a commission involved. Of course, you had to join the Army to get into the program. Still, it was a way to do something with my life,. She didn’t hide behind baggy shirts, but nor were her tops too tight. They were fitted in a way that highlighted her assets but left just enough to the imagination to still be enticing. She was the object of much of my ‘special time’ from when I was twelve until . . . well, until we met again in that airport, almost eighteen years after prom. Neither of us dated much. Me because I was too shy around girls, and her because her parents thought she should focus on school, not boys. In any event,.