She has read every thought that I’ve ever had and she didn’t think much to them. She thought I wouldn’t make much of a novel. ‘Yes. Yes I have...’ ‘Alex, I told you not to listen to the alien radio,’ she says. ‘Yeah, but…’ I would come up with an excuse but there really isn’t much point, she’d know I’m lying. I used to try and trick her with my lies. It was like a game with one winner and it wasn’t me. But that was a long time ago, back when I first found her. ‘You know that it is dangerous. If. ”“Don’t break my boyfriend,” she giggled.I didn’t. Matt’s a good pilot, was an excellent instructor, and he’s pretty good with the transition from the control yokes of the planes he’s been flying to the stick control of the Stearman, but let’s face it, once you’re off the ground, flying’s pretty easy until you start talking about maintaining heading within five degrees and altitude within plus or minus fifty feet. Still, just flying.Landings and take-offs are what separate tail-dragger pilots. That seemed to cheer him up and led him to make his wager."You act so damn superior, Mike. You think you're a lock for the manager's position. You think your trophy wife is so loyal and devoted. It makes me sick!" he practically spat at me. "I'll bet I can get my hands on your wife's tits before midnight. I wouldn't be surprised if I got even farther, but I'm willing to bet fifty bucks I can get that far!" Do you actually think I'd ever be involved in such an asinine wager, Steve?" I asked in. Sure,I'm still dressed as a girl, which brings with it the 'attention' ofvirtually every boy in years ten and eleven, but it's easier to forgetabout your problems when you're not under the constant threat of yourmother summoning you to her.I don't even have any 'real' friends at school, but I'm far fromunpopular. I'm on the cheerleading squad- at my mum's insistence,obviously- so I mainly hang out with them at break and at lunch, eventhough their talk of make-up, clothes and boys almost drives.