Bab 403: Nothing Can Tame Me

Billie Bob Taylor

"So when you gon' teach me how to fly?" I yelled into the mic of the headphones as Benedito flew us to the ranch.

"Barbie, you don't need to scream into the mic. That's why it's there," he calmly answered me. 

My lips parted in understanding than I repeated the question, "So when you going to teach me how to fly?!"

I could tell he closed his eyes for just a second behind his sunglasses before he let out a deep sigh. "I don't think it will be a good idea to teach you how to fly."

"Why not?" I frowned. 

"Because my love, you have to be very attentive and focused," he shrugged.

I gasped as I sat straight in the seat long forgetting to look at the view, "Are you trying to say I ain't attentive and focused?"

"That's not what I'm saying," he laughed, "I just think it will be safer for all of us if you don't fly."