My First

 

He had me alone. I was apprehensive.  I had no idea what to expect.

This would be my first time so I was full of lingering questions. Would I regret this?  Would he be gentle?  Would he care about my feelings and not be too preoccupied with his own?

I knew he was experienced. He was going to be content being in charge and I suppose, truth be told, I could simply be docile and just savor the moment.

“Ready”, he asked.   I heard myself say “Now or never” as he took off down the runway for my first flight.

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