"... fly a 747."
"Uh, why?" questioned Jon.
"I just figure it's something really complicated, it would make a good test," Karyn answered.
"Alright, fine." Again, he pointed the device at Karyn and spoke, "You know how to fly a 747... naked."
Instantly, Karent's head was filled with the information. What usually took years of training and hands-on experience rushed into Karyn at the blink of an eye: the multitude of switches and dials, the terminology and radio protocol, the knowlege of what to do during emergencies and dangerous weather, all of it became second nature. And, thanks to Jon's addendum, Karyn also knew the perfect accessories and strap placement for flying in the buff. The feeling of the seat harness between her breasts and across her naked pussy was vivid in her mind, as was the experience of flying at 30,000' completely nude.
"Jon..." she said, cradling her head in her hands, "I do believe there is something seriously wrong with you."
Jon could only grin, imagining what was going through his friend's mind.
