Hamilton launched into a litany of people's names, places, cars and races of which Maddie recognized only a few. But it kept him occupied until they m...ade a turn next to a sign that said, "Hamilton Farms Raceway, Private." Hamilton slowed enough to wave at a security officer housed in a tiny building in the middle of the drive."You own your own racetrack?" Maddie asked."Well," said Hamilton, "officially, I'm only one of the members, but my family owns the property and we lease it to the club. My. I am always determined to be on top and in control. I have to be the best at whatever I do. I can’t help it.In that moment, I began to realize what was happening in me. My competitive drive to be the best now meant doing whatever was necessary to be the best slut I could be for Cliff. I put myself in this situation. I made the bet at the golf game. I made it because I knew I couldn’t lose. Then I did. I always keep my word. I always pay my debt. I boarded the plane. To be the best now required. Even larger birds could soar with confidence. My suit would provide that same benefit and the flight control computer would, I hoped, substitute for the millions of years of evolution and instinct that let birds do what they did naturally and so well. But in order to build those controls, I needed to have the same feel for flying that birds do.The work on the flight suit was a distraction from some of the other things I had to think on and work out. If going to Bret Hart High was a distracting. Mom was second. I noted that Mom’s trigger was now pumpkin seed and that she has been blocked from being hypnotized by anyone else. I then added aunt’s Joyce and Paula to the list. I was looking forward to tomorrow afternoon. I closed my spreadsheet and marked it as hidden. Don’t want someone accidentally finding it and wondering what was going on. Dad would be back from his sales trip in a day or two and he is more computer literate than Mom. I logged out of the computer and went back to the.