And this morning, Friday morning, we have a goal, a general aviation airport not too awfully far from the apartment. The redhead who's driving is exci...ed."An adventure," she said. "First time I've ever flown in a light plane." Giggle. "Cindy flies it herself, she says." She's too young to get a license," I said."Yeah. It's funny hearing her say that. Says Dan sits in his seat with his arms folded and lets 'er go." When did she tell you that?" She called me yesterday between classes. Mine, not. "this is excellent,even hasthe birth mark on her neck lol!" he said as he looked out his bedroomwindow to see a young 3 year old girl playing in her garden with hermommy. A young 20 something mom with a good body and brown bobbed hairand a lovely smile.Joe thought why could't his mom be like her as helooked down at the mask and looked at the childs the mask was the exactsame face.He pulled the mask over his head it was perfect it moved with his face ashe smiled the mask smiled,the only thing. What I do know is that I can reshape the world as I see fit -- to create things, even people, from nothingness, or send them into oblivion; to alter the past, or at least everyone's memories of it; to control the thoughts of a person, or a nation, or of the entire world. In short, I was given the power of a god.It all started when I was watching Return of the Jedi for the umpteenth time, looking at Princess Leia in that gorgeous slave costume, and thinking to myself, "God, I'd love to fuck. Just a tall, voluptuous young black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I write this because I want to give thanks. I’m thankful for what I’ve got. The Good Lord gave me intelligent, health and good looks. He also gave me a wonderful family. I am grateful for my father, Franklin Saint Hill. He’s a stocky black man who works as a police sergeant in Boston. My mother Elise is a guiding light in my life. A fine complement to my father’s discipline and good will. She’s a business.