The five o'clock alarm was too early, but I remembered what I was going to do. I did the triple S, dressed and headed out to the air park. John arrived at almost the exact same time, with his ever-present smile on his face. He says just being near airplanes makes him happy.
The night crew already had a 172 out on the tarmac ready for us. I went through the preflight checklist and we prepared to takeoff. The tower wasn't going to open till seven this morning so we went to the end of the appropriate runway to head into the light wind. We announced to the world that Cessna 7449 was taking off on runway 27. This was to tell any aircraft that might be preparing to land that there was traffic on the runway.
The four hours went quickly by flying up to Ocala to do a touch and go and then landing in Panama City to refuel. We did the return landing in Brooksville, cruising the coast for a few miles then making the turn to come back to the airpark. As we were nearing the airpark, but not in the pattern yet, John reached over and pulled the throttle out, simulating an engine shut down.
I was near panic, but remembered that instructors do those things. My electronics were not off and my altimeter said I was at seven thousand feet. Knowing I was six miles from the airpark, had it been an emergency, I would have used the radio to declare an emergency but would still have headed toward the runway. The plane glided so well that I actually had to bleed off a lot of altitude faster than the plane was descending naturally. Setting it down was not difficult, but I could understand that if I had not been prepared for this to happen, it could have been a problem.
John said, "If the examiner does that to you, it will probably be near a large open field somewhere and he'll just pull out the throttle simulating shutting you down. Just try to determine the wind direction and head into the wind. If you have enough altitude, make a gliding pass over the area to make sure there aren't any logs or ditches then just set it down. If you can land the plane, there is usually enough room to take off again. As you've learned, taking off from grass isn't any different than dirt or a paved runway. It's just smoother. In all likelihood, the examiner will have you abort the landing when you line up to land. He just wants to know whether you can make a good decision. He'll test you on all the stalls that we've practiced and all the maneuvers. Just fly like you've learned to fly."
I had to throttle up the engine to taxi back to the hangar where John proclaimed my basic instruction complete. He smiled and said, "As soon as you get your license, I want you to begin your instrument training. Steve said he was going to assist you financially with the instrument training if you would agree to help out with some instruction to his security people."
I happily said, "Sounds like a plan to me. I'm using up my fun budget pretty fast. If we didn't have the flights for work, I would be a couple of weeks away from the examination."
John smiled, "Don't worry, Steve wants you to get as many hours as you can get so you might help out here doing some instruction down the road. That'll be after a lot of flying, but it's a goal. It's fun too, as you get some hours while you're teaching."
John made an appointment for me for Friday at nine in the morning for my examination. He said that first I would fly up to Brooksville where the examiner would be. The first hour or so would be an oral exam that would cover all of the questions he had been quizzing me on when we were flying. The next step would be flight planning for a flight the examiner wanted me to take. The actual air time would probably be for about an hour or a little more. We would do landings as directed.
I called Wanda to make sure Friday was open for me to be out of the office. She said that I was still considered on partial disability leave for my leg, since she had not logged me back in full time yet.
That reminded me about my peg that might be done, so I called the prosthesis shop to see if it was ready. The lady answered the phone and told me to come and get it. She said they wanted me to try a new peg they had designed that had a pneumatic shock built into the peg to make it more comfortable to use.
I drove to the shop and once there, I took off my regular leg and put on the peg. Walking around was strange as I was used to the big foot with the flexible ankle. There wasn't the "ker-plop" of heel/toe contact but just a "thump" as you set down on the rubber ended peg. The shock absorber for the peg had adjustments for stiffness and travel distance. They messed with it as I walked around the small room then walked outside on concrete.
They taught me how to put it on and take it off quickly. This would be perfect for most stuff around the house, but I would still need the regular leg for the treadmill. I paid what I thought was a very reasonable price for the peg with the special boot and headed to the office to arrive just in time to be included in the Subway sandwich order.
Wanda had me go over several questionable reports and write my comments to transmit to the stations, and then showed me an e-mail from Sam Wilson thanking me for the promotion. His e-mail was from the new station and he even mentioned that the personnel there were very interesting. Jan would appreciate the e-mail so I forwarded it to her and Frank.
No sooner had I sent it than Frank called saying, "If you have a minute, stop in to see me. If I come up, I may disrupt your staff and I don't want to do that."
After eating my sandwich, I went to see Frank. He and I got some coffee and went into his office to sit and chat. "Chuck, you may not know this yet, but Conish has received her uncontested divorce. I further complicated her life by asking her to marry me. I know this is fast, but we've really hit it off and seem to enjoy being together. She has asked if we could just live together for a while to see how we get along and I have agreed. I hope you don't feel this is improper for me to do?'
"Congratulations, Frank. I guess it's premature for that but it's great you have found a companion. You look good, so I can tell you're health has improved. It's amazing how some love in your life helps your outlook."
"That it is, Chuck."
Frank continued, "The other thing is that we've picked up the other two yahoos that were involved in your snake party. The good news is they are not part of the Ruskies or any big time organized crime group. They are a couple of locals that were burned when you closed down the employment fiasco. They didn't get pulled in then as we thought they were mostly innocent guys taken along for the ride. They weren't. They are three guys that were making good money for doing nothing. They were using one of the offices to make some deals in and collect a training salary from the government. They figured out where you lived as one of the guys worked for a pool cleaning outfit that takes care of your pool."
"So what's the bad news, Frank?"
He smiled, "The bad news is you probably have to testify about the snakes in your pool cage, patio, hot tub, and car. They won't make a deal, so the prosecutor is going to send them away for breaking and entering your property and your car, plus eighty-five counts of attempted murder against each of you at your house. There were eighty-five snakes so that's how many counts there will be. They won't be back on the street until you have grown grandchildren."
"That's some good news, Frank. I can take off the vest for a while then. The folks living out at the house will be happy as well. We're using the alarm now, so that is a beneficial result of the incident. We know that we can be vulnerable if we are not careful. It's kind of stupid to have protected cars and a protected house, and not use the basic alarm system for the house. I did get a car alarm now that turns on with the wireless lock. Don't you just love the remote control locks and trunks on the cars now?"
I thought of something, "Are you going to have Conish be a stay at home companion?"
"No way! The first thing she said after I asked her to marry me was that she was not giving up her job in your office. She says this is the first time in her adult life she feels needed and useful in business. She loves working with Angie and Wanda, and you too, of course, but you're hardly ever around."
I was happy, "That's good news. I'm sure Wanda will be happy to hear it as Conish has been really good at learning all our procedures and paperwork."
Back up in the office, I called Wanda into my office with my doors closed and discussed Frank and Conish. Wanda said, "She told Angie and me the next morning. She also said she wasn't leaving under any circumstances, as she really likes her job."
"On another thing, Mr. Johnson, I'm going to log you back in Tuesday, only using one day off for your prosthesis. You ended up working all day Monday and these other times are covered by your formal pilot training."
"Ah, what do you mean formal pilot training?"
"Because of your need to move around so much, there is a little used provision where a senior deputy can be trained as an aviator so he can fly unassisted when necessary. This also means the services budget is covering the cost of your training. I've been able to separate some of your flying as a combination of travel and training. It just reduces our budget figures a little."
I sat back in my big chair and said, "That's really great. I haven't worked out a budget for myself and was a little concerned about how much the training was costing."
Wanda said, "I hope you don't mind but I've worked out a budget for you that should make you feel good. It's in your personal files. It includes the house payments and utilities. You have no personal credit card debt, so the house is your major cost. We four girls each contribute a flat amount that offsets your house payment, utilities, housekeeping, landscaping, and pool care. You even have some left over that I think will cover enlarging the garage if you really want that."
"I don't want to overcharge you guys for rent. You four or three or two could share an apartment for say four or five hundred a month."
"Not hardly. You may have lived in a cheap apartment, but if we were to get an apartment, the cheapest we can find is about seven hundred for a very small two bedroom. I think we're all happier at the house than living like cliff dwellers in a large complex. If Jan or Marie ever wants to move out, your budget is still on the green side, so to let you know, you are putting money away with every payday."
"Hmmm, how much am I paid anyway? I've never looked at those little slips they've sent. I know it's a lot, as I see the deposits, but I've just been concerned that there is money in the account for when I go to the grocery store."
"That's the other thing, Mr. Johnson, the five of us are going to put a fixed amount into a pot for food each month. We're starting at a hundred dollars a month each and expect you to contribute as well. We will adjust the amount as we find out what's real."
"Don't make it hard on you girls. I enjoy the company and would be very lonely if you all weren't around, even if there were only Bobby or just you, Wanda. The other two girls are nice fun to have around though."
Wanda said while looking down, not looking me in the eye. "How would you feel if there was another girl to join us at the house? You have one last suite that's open and this girl doesn't have a car."
"It's not just me, Wanda, there are three other women at the house and you know we don't have a conventional relationship out there. Do you think this person would be compatible?"
Wanda grinned, "Oh, I think she would be more than compatible. She's losing her apartment as she's making more than allowed to live where she is right now, so she needs to move and our house would be convenient."
"Why's that, Wanda?"
Wanda lowered her voice, "Because Angie could ride back and forth with me or Bobby or Jan or even you. She has been talking to Marie, and asked Bobby, and then me, if I would ask you."
"So what did Bobby say?"
"You know Bobby, she loves and welcomes everybody."
"What about you, Wanda?"
"Thank you for thinking of me, Mr. Johnson. I like Angie and think we would be good examples for her. She should fit in well with us even though she may have some mental adjustments to our lifestyle. I've spoken with her extensively, and she is eager to become a part of our household."
"That would be neat, an Angelina to go along with a Marie Antoinette. Sure, bring her out for a couple of nights this weekend, and let her make up her mind. There is a but, though. I'm not sure about another intimate relationship. Don't you think you and Bobby are probably twice as much as I'm capable of taking care of? Add Marie and Jan into the mix and you're stretching any man's abilities. One more could break the bank."
"Mr. Johnson, we can't really discuss this sort of thing here, so let's talk about it later at home. I just wanted to get your opinion so I could let Angie know."
"There is something that we can discuss here at the office, Wanda," I said, to get her renewed attention. "Our intimate relationship and the relationship with Marie could be considered very improper, considering our mutual employer. Somehow we need to discuss this issue among ourselves to reassure you, Marie, and Bobby, that our relationship at the house is exclusive of our work status."
Wanda looked at me a long time then said, "I've thought of the problems that could arise from your relationships with us, but I think even Marie is able to separate her work responsibilities from home. I'll talk to the others more thoroughly about this. You shouldn't be in on it as we discuss it."
"Thanks, Wanda, I just want you all to know that your positions do not hinge on our relationship outside the service."
Wanda's face softened and she said with a gentle smile, "I know that, Chuck, and I appreciate you thinking of me and us."
As Wanda left my office with a crooked grin, I was wondering what she had up her sleeve or skirt or whatever. Women were sneaky sometimes, thinking they know what's best for us men. To be truthful, they did know what's best.
Since my boxes were empty, I thought to do a search in the government possessions for airplanes. There were some big jets and expensive larger turboprops that had been confiscated. There were some small planes, but they were mostly damaged. There was a 172 in Dallas that was in good condition, along with a Beechcraft in Kansas City that was interesting. In Houston was something that was really up my alley, a 206 that had some minor damage, but was close to an needing an annual inspection. When I clicked on it, I found the 206 damage was all bullet holes. The fuel bladders were not damaged and the engine didn't take any hits. They didn't say anything about blood, but it did say the plane could be ferried only until the skin was repaired and the whole plane was inspected again. There was an open bid on the plane with the top bid sitting at twelve thousand, five hundred.
I called John, my instructor, to ask him about the plane. He said if the plane were in good condition, it could be worth as much as a hundred and fifty thousand. From that point, anything wrong with it would reduce the price. He asked if I would tell him where it was at and perhaps he knew someone who would survey it for me. I gave him the information from the website, thanking him for his help. He said he understood my interest since Bobby was a little large for most airplanes.
I might be putting the cart before the horse, as I didn't even have my private pilot's license yet. I probably had enough money to buy the plane and do the repairs, but I may not have enough to continue to maintain it and to operate it. I'd have to get some figures. Meanwhile, I would become a trader in airplanes. Probably not a smart thing to do in the economy as it is right now, but it was something I thought I should investigate.
At five, Wanda asked if I wanted to join everyone at The Office. How could I refuse, besides, I didn't get a beer at all yesterday. This flying stuff was interfering with my drinking.
We were at the bar, having our first giant frosty mug of beer when my cell phone went off. It was John, the instructor, so I walked out the back door to talk to him. "A friend of mine in Houston looked at the plane. It's being garaged near where his charter company is. He says the plane had been stolen in Florida several years ago but was involved in a drug bust six months ago. Nobody wants an airplane with bullet holes and blood in it. He says the only blood stains are on the floor and you can get replacement carpeting."
John took a breath and said, "The plane needs an annual, but he says it looks like it has been taken care of, but never recorded. He started it up and let it run a little and it seems in good shape. He thinks the only thing the plane needs is some new rubber, the holes fixed and inspected, and some cockpit carpet. Finally Chuck, he says the bidding will end Friday at noon, so if you're going to bid, do it now."
There was a pause then he said, "You know if you buy this thing anywhere near the price of the bid now, it would be stealing. I say try for it. You're not going to get a chance to buy a plane like that at a price like this ever. With a plane like that you can carry three Bobbys. And if you were to fail your pilot's exam, you could fix the plane up and turn it for a profit fast. For what you'll have in it, you can't help but make money."
"What should I bid?"
"My friend said to bid a dollar more than the existing bid, but to put in a bid max for at least another ten thousand. That way if someone were watching the amounts you could find out how serious they were. He also said he was going to have the government ad reflect extensive blood stains to drive away other bidders for you."
"I'm convinced, John, guess I'll buy a plane and get rid of my Boss 302."
"You didn't tell me you had a real Boss. Is it decent?"
"Pristine and all the numbers match."
"Really! Is it fast?"
"Like a Lear."
"Awesome, Chuck. You'll have to bring it out to the trailer park so Steve and his crew can see it. They love custom and restored cars."
"Do you live out there too?"
"Yep, the next street over, across from Tiny."
"I remember Tiny and his wife, Ruth. Nice people."
"They're both crazy as loons sometimes, but great people. All of them out there are crazy but it is just the best place in the world for me."
"We're supposed to go out there again, possibly this Friday, so perhaps I'll see you at the party that's coming up."
"Perhaps."
Back inside, my second beer and some chicken wings were waiting for me. I briefly mentioned that I was talking to John my instructor. Bobby said, "I want you to take me up to Panama City so you can meet Michele. I can't wait for her to be surprised we came to see her. Mom will be so jealous."
Soon, we were home exercising, then swimming hard. My new peg was neat as I could wear it right to the pool and then slip it on to walk back into the house. The makers of the peg said I could even swim in it if I wanted, so I could use it to shower and stand on two things instead of balancing. I tired easily while swimming, as I was a little sleep deprived lately, in an effort to do too much in too short of a time.
While the girls were getting supper ready, I went into my home office and logged onto the government site and registered as a bidder first, then bid on the plane. It was almost like bidding on EBay, but I could designate that I only wanted my bid to be one dollar more than the present bid. I did put in that I wanted to outbid each new bid by one dollar up to my max of eleven thousand more. I was thinking I should but twenty thousand instead of eleven, but did it that way just to start. Funny though, the twelve thousand five hundred dollar bid was the only bid on the plane.
After supper, the girls wanted to go shopping so we piled into the Escalade and headed to the mall. I really didn't need anything, except some underwear, but I joined in the shopping spree anyway. They mostly bought stockings and accessories, except for Marie, who was still building a work clothes wardrobe. I made a note to take Wanda, Marie, and Jan to the warehouse I had shopped at with Metarie. As a matter of fact, I would get Metarie to go with us.
In the kitchen at home, with all of us enjoying a late night alcoholic beverage, Wanda brought up Angie. Bobby immediately said, "I'm all for her coming to live with us. She is a perfect lady around work, and keeps her area neat, so she should work out well with us."
Marie was all for her, but Jan said, "What about dick privileges. I don't get nearly enough when I'm in the mood, and I know Marie could use a lot more, so are we going to have to share our resident pussy stretcher with one more?"
Wanda and I were busting up from the frankness that Jan was displaying. Wanda said, "You know you would probably get a lot more Chuck loving if you were available when he is. He has been busy lately and even Bobby has suffered. I'm wishing we would have a trip so I could get some more as well. Just show up in bed and I'm sure between Bobby, Chuck, and whoever else is in there, you will be well satisfied. One more little girl with zero experience in our lifestyle will not make any difference."
Bobby was grinning, "Goody, more of my special needs being taken care of."
Jan did admit, "I guess that was pretty rash. I get so involved with pussy, that I forget how good Chuck is for me. I know I'm kind of a slut because I chase around so many women, but I don't chase other men. The women get my interest too easily. Oh well, you're right, I'll stay home and enjoy what I have, especially if we get another sweet young tasty treat."
"Let her make up her own mind, Jan," Wanda scolded. "I'd bet she's never even considered playing footsie with another girl, much less playing the way you enjoy playing."
Marie said, "Angie was always little miss perfect in school, but I think that was because of her folks. They always watched her very close. You can ask Tiani, she'll tell you."
Wanda looked around and asked, "So can we have her out for the weekend to see how she likes the place? She has to move by the first since she has a decent paying job now."
Everyone agreed. We finished our drinks and got ready for bed. When I came from the bathroom after washing and brushing my teeth, there were four naked women lying in bed waiting for me.
Getting up on one elbow, Bobby said, "I'll be last, start with miss slut Jan first, then Marie, Wanda next, and finish with me. We figure you're good for at least two good juicers, so let her rip, we're ready for you. While you do one, we'll prepare the next one for you, a regular assembly line."
"You guys are too much. I really do enjoy you all and even love you all. I need to be superman to fulfill all your dreams, though."
I started by giving Jan some quality kisses and loving, progressing to my face being buried in her pleasure center. Knowing she gets plenty of experienced face time from other women, I almost felt inadequate. But when I slid up and began stretching her out to accept me completely into her, I knew I had my niche. She came readily as I sucked the stiff nipples on her average sized breasts. The whole time we were loving, Marie was kissing Jan, me, and sucking one of Jan's breasts. When Jan sprawled back smiling, Marie pulled me into her and began a fast ride. Marie tried to cram as many orgasms into a minute as she could. She came so readily that the five minutes of good fucking probably accounted for over twenty good orgasms. She was a real come machine.
When she was grinning, I was able to begin loving up Wanda. She whispered in my ear, "I love to feel you completely on me and in me, Chuck. Don't do anything else but slowly fuck me into oblivion."
Wanda wanted slow and steady, with lots of kisses. The longer we fucked, the tighter she became, until her pussy was milking me. As Wanda came for the third or fourth time, holding me tight, I spewed into her, causing her to lift me as she tried to get me even deeper into her. We kissed and hugged as we enjoyed my soaking in her frothy pussy.
Bobby pulled our two heads towards her and kissed each of us. "My special needs are being overworked tonight. You've got me so hot, I'm burning."
Jan dove between Bobby's thighs, and Marie pulled me from Wanda's gooey center and took me into her mouth. The sensory functions were overflowing, as the sights, smells, and feelings were really exciting. Bobby was coming when I pulled Jan by the hair up to give her a kiss. Her face was awash in Bobby's juices.
Marie had me steel hard, so I just slid in to Bobby and began jamming deep to get all of me inside her. It's amazing how someone so big can be so small down there. We were kissing and I was dropping my head to bite her nipples while thrusting hard into her. We were both soon on the short, fast strokes and didn't last much longer. While Bobby crushed me in her massive thighs, holding my butt in with her heels, I blasted her insides full of my juices. We were both groaning loudly.
Bobby wouldn't let me up and kept me cradled between her thighs with my head between her giant bosoms. Wanda leaned over and kissed me, then Bobby, who said that she was very happy and was going to sleep with me right where I was. Marie and Jan were snuggled together against Wanda, so we slipped off into dreamland just like that.
Sometime in the night I ended up hugging Wanda's back with Bobby spooned against me. Wanda was sneaky, as she must have handled me just enough to have me seated inside her. We slept with me fairly hard inside her the rest of the night.
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