“You yelled out right before the Troll grabbed me, as if you saw it coming.”Aran met the bigger man’s gaze. “I saw something similar happen, o...ce, in a memory that belonged not to me.” Elaina and Smythe looked confused, so Aran elaborated. “I saw memories from my ancestor, Sunblade, through a glass orb at Amina’s Temple. The same thing happened to him; a Troll killed his friend because the body wasn’t destroyed properly. Had I realised in time, that whole scuffle could have been. I hate to admit it ... he was better ... I bobbled several times and once he wrenched the controls away and saved us. He was exceedingly patient. He showed me where I went wrong, I corrected and managed to perform.Back at Banks, he said, “Where’s your logbook?”He signed off and said, “You have more aircraft? Sell me one. I’d forgotten how much fun horsepower is.”“Fuel me up ... and get in back ... we’ll go look.”They ran the checklist ... again ... and lifted off and over the Blues. He noticed. She wore very little makeup and her dark, wavy hair was tousled-- no special dressing up for his benefit. But he felt strangly eroticized, and it wasn't from thinking about his current girlfriend. It was her, her curiosity, her candor, her golden flesh in the firelight. She stretched out one leg and squeezed his erection gently with her bare toes. "What's this?" she teased. "Thinking about her?" "No, as a matter of fact..." He held her foot to him and felt himself grow larger. His hands shook,. It made me feel like she really cared about whatever I said to her. I was never an asshole, but I didn’t even feel guilty about my feelings even though she was dating my best and only college friend. My inner-monologue was a constant battle. One moment I would be imagining my life together with Jenny, and the next I would be cursing myself for letting myself feel this way. Not even a minute later I would be cursing myself for not feeling bad about wanting to steal Jenny from Justin, and then.