I have five fingers and a number is already on my right and left hands.”Willy got out 2 and Chuck said 3. “That leaves Beth and Lucy for the fligh...t back. Willy, the pilot’s seat is yours.”“Yes, Sir.” Willy giggled.“Willy stood tall and looked at the passengers. “Seats up and belts on. Get ready! We take off!” He got into the Pilot’s seat. Lily adjusted it up for Willy. When Willy checked all his gauges he said, “Boris, this Cadet Willy. Tell me when ready. We going to fly!”“This is Cadet Jesus.. I told you early on that I just scraped by in high school and never went any further with my education. That doesn't mean I wasn't smart enough. It means I just didn't care. When I look back now, I wish I had cared. Anyway, my point is that I'm not dumb. My reasoning skills were tested years ago and they were in the "fourth quartile," whatever that means. I could read plans and do calculations and estimates for my jobs with no problem because it was important to me. I guess that comes under the. Fed up by the following summer, he visited acareer counselor to help find some direction as to where he should turnnext.Taking a couple of self-assessments, an aptitude test and personality typetest seemed to give Greg some sense of direction when it came to what sortof career he should pursue. He had a decent head for business, greatpeople skills, and an amazing creative flair coupled with a strong sensefor detail.What did this all point to? Discussions with the advisor laid the groundwork for. “Fuck me,” I finally said, exhaling. Max gave me a questioning look, like he wasn’t sure if I said what I said.“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” I said, in time with the voice in my head. I opened my eyes and stared straight back into Max’s. “Fuck me. Hard.”Max grinned from ear to ear. Suddenly, with a newfound source of energy, he swept me off his lap and onto the couch and stripped my shorts and underwear off. He pushed me downward, so that I was lying on the couch. He got on the couch, took his.