Funny isn't it? An experienced combat veteran, used to life and death situations, being tongue tied when it comes to talking on a radio to some unknow..., unseen, person.I called in for taxi permission and instructions and followed the direction I was told to go, heading to the far end of the runway. I could have taken off from the taxiway but no, you have to go all the way back to the beginning of the runway. That way if something happens that keeps your plane from taking off, you have enough. " Oh, come on. Don't tease me about her." I'm not teasing. I know you like her, Jeff. I think you should at least talk to her some time." One of the most popular girls in the school? Are you kidding?"Lissa sighed. "You really need to work on your self-confidence." Allison told me the same thing," he replied."She's right." Probably. But it's hard." I've got an idea," Lissa grinned. "Why don't you pretend I'm Kari? Pretend we're at school, and you come up to me. What would you say?" I don't. I squeeze and press her shoulders finding her tension points and squeezing it pressing and releasing all these tension knots she has all over her back."OH MY GOD!!! THAT FEELS AMAZING" she said slowly taking few inhales relaxing and taking a few to relax and ease as I squeeze and release and unreleased her shoulder to midway her back. I feel her body easing off and relaxing. Mmmmmmm she mourns under her breath which only makes me think in such a perversion way. A thousand naughty thoughts come. It wasn't until the third day that I even learned how to start the bus. I spent the entire second day with my instructor, going over the rules of the road and where they varied, state to state. I was expected to learn this and know it before I moved the bus. My instructor was Reilly Hitchcock, a veteran driver who claimed to have something close to a million miles on the road. He had driven for Greyhound before taking an early retirement and joining Jackson.I'm not sure why, but I was surprised.