Ah, Monday morning, exciting Mondays, a new week, new adventures. I was almost giggling because I am always excited on Monday mornings. Lisa opened a single eye and said, "You are entirely too happy for a Monday morning. What's with that?"
"I love Mondays, the beginning of a new week. Something new is right out that front door. It's exciting."
From behind me, I heard, "You are certifiable. Jesus, give it a rest. You sound more like Uncle Steve every day. You should be out on the patio with your attitude."
Tina pulled me over and said, "Come on, let's get dressed real quick and go out to the patio for breakfast. Come on, it'll be perfect. They will love to see us in the morning."
We did get up and hustle to get to the patio by six thirty. Coffee was being sucked up and I was enticed by Ruth's diaphanous gown and the two redheads with holy T-shirts that had their feet up on the seats displaying very red bushes. There were still a lot of kids around, and if you looked closely, you could begin to put kids with parents by their looks.
The place was fun in the morning. Most of the people were like me, excited about a new day. Martin wasn't happy as he had to go to the doctor at the VA today. Glenda was fussing over him to make him relax. She kept saying, "Martin, Honey, you have to take care of yourself. We're getting older and we need to keep in good health."
The guy named Phil was saying, "My two new managers are really ready to take over their territories, Tiny. My replacement is doing a great job and outselling me, even in this economy. He's been generating new business constantly, a really good man."
Tiny asked, "Just where are you going on this first leg of your retirement?"
"Judy and I are meeting Steve and family in Hawaii. I think we'll go to that big trade show in Singapore in August and be back here before September. If you need me, just call and I'll be right back, but you won't.Judy's replacement has been doing a great job running the joint like a pro. It's your turn, Bubba, you need to be training your replacement pretty soon. You have Henry, but he'll want to follow you in retirement one of these days."
Alice said, "I wish I could get my old codger to consider retirement. Every time he starts to do it, he finds something else that's important. It would be different if he weren't so darned happy all the time, but he is a happy man. I hope he lasts forever."
Bear and Hap were talking to some uniformed men that were getting ready to go patrol one of the condo and apartment complexes. They would be relieving the night people. There were twice as many night people as day folks, as there weren't as many potential problems during the day. They had to worry about daylight break-ins, but their presence had been enough to keep the bad element away.
About eight, Lisa asked me to take her to the air park so she could dress for a charter back to Atlanta, then up to Philly. Tina said she had to begin one of her lab classes, so it was back to the grindstone for her. I shook hands all around and thanked them for the hospitality. Tiny said, "Begin and end with us. It'll brighten your day and it will brighten ours."
I took Lisa to the air park and Tina home to get her car, then headed toward the office. I was almost there when Wanda called, "Don't come to the office. There is some guy from the New York Times saying he has permission to interview you for a story he's doing on the Marshal Service. I'll call John, but go do something, anything, until I call you. I already told the guy that you are out of town."
The only place I could think of was to go back to the air park so I drove out there. When I walked into the office, Star looked up at me and asked, "Do you have time to take a charter to D.C.? We just got this call to take a guy up there and bring someone else back. The someone else is in New York, so you have to go into Islip out on Long Island to pick up the return passenger. Oh, and you'll be flying your own Lear. Jimmy passed it this morning. Want to take it?"
I called Wanda, "What do you think? I can take a charter to D.C. and then pick up a return in New York. Should I?"
"Do it," she said, "the guy left, but I'm sure he'll be back. John said don't get within a country mile of these people as they want to trash the service for some of the raids, mostly your stuff."
"Okay, I probably won't be back till late. Tina has some kind of killer lab all day, and Lisa is on a charter up to Atlanta then on to Philly, so you may be alone tonight."
"Not alone, I'm sure John will be around. He's very attentive. You will have a new girl tomorrow. Lena's coming to try to see how living with us is going to be. Maxine said they will come around six."
"This is going to be interesting. I really like Millie, so I think Lena will be fine. But like I said, no hanky panky. You have a private chat with her if you will."
Wanda said, "You don't know. All the girls are different. Lena may not be anything like Bobby. All of them are very loving though, and you may need to make her feel welcome."
"But not in bed. I'm drawing the line."
"I hope the line's erasable. I'd hate for you to miss some of that big girl's loving. I think you miss Bobby."
I said, "Bye, Wanda, bye, bye and thanks for the news guy warning."
My new Learjet was ready on the tarmac. I pulled the preflight card and began going over it. Jimmy came out and went over it with me, showing me all the little things they had fixed and corrected. Before I entered the cabin, Jimmy stood at the steps and said, "And now your surprise."
I went into the cabin to find it finished in light blues, creams, and teak paneling everywhere. The cockpit was a light tan rich leather that matched the cream upholstering. I was stunned. "Jimmy what is this, where did this come from?"
"Your people in D.C. sent this package to us. This is a present for some find you made. They insisted on new engines, new hydraulics everywhere, and every instrument in the cockpit had to be new. Your avionics are so new that I had to read the manual. You won't have any problem as they set up just like the ones in our Lear and your 200. Isn't this awesome?"
"I'll have to thank those guys. This is too nice for a cheap charter. I hope we're getting premium to use this one."
Jimmy said, "Star told me we're getting a fifteen percent premium for you on this bird since it's so pure. Your cartoons are the best. The folks from the park have been out here taking pictures of it all weekend. Tiny said this is going to be his ride when he needs to go somewhere."
"Jimmy, this is beautiful, almost too pretty to fly. Except when you see the outside you know it's one of ours, or rather S&S'."
Jimmy said, "You're part of S&S, so you can say ours."
"So where's my fare?"
"I don't know, Chuck, I just fix 'em and fly 'em. Ask Star or DeDe."
I walked to the charter office and found out that the man was late getting here. She said to load up a bunch of fancy water as both fares wanted premium sparkling water. I told Star, "For fifteen percent premium, they can have champagne."
Star said, "Oh no, champagne flights are a twenty percent premium. Too much of a mess."
A taxi pulled up out front and a guy got out and paid the driver. The man entered the office and said, "Can we hurry so I can get back to D.C.? Is the pilot ready? Do you have my sparkling water on board, chilled properly?"
Star smiled and said, "We are prepared for you. If you would walk over to the airplane, we'll have your bag stowed quickly and board you in less than a minute."
When the guy left, Star said, "He's some big city newspaper guy that's out of D.C. I think he said the Times."
"You didn't tell him my name, did you?"
"No, why?"
"The guy is trying to interview me to trash the service. They're on some vendetta over some shootings, saying we are too aggressive and bullies. You know the usual pinko stuff."
"You want to back out on the flight?"
"No, I'll do it. I just don't want him to know my name. Call me Tom, Dick, or Harry, anything but Chuck."
"You're on. Go fly the guy home. At least he's leaving. I wonder if you're picking up his replacement?"
"Probably, but I'll get a chance to see who it is. Oh, do you know if I have a communications package on my aircraft?"
"You do. It's in the front seat. Pull the cabinet and it swings around. There is a flat screen that slides up from the backside of the table and there is a keyboard drawer on the table. The controls are on the wall next to the seat and the printer is in the main cabinet. It's a color laser."
"Good, I'm sure he'll ask."
I took the man's bag to the aircraft and stowed it in the luggage compartment. I seated the man, suggesting he use the seat where the communications package was. I said for him to wait until we were airborne then turn it on and enjoy. Next, I got him a chilled sparking water that was nice and cold. I asked if he preferred a glass but he said the bottle would be fine. I showed him where the fridge was and asked him to remain buckled up unless he needed to get more water.
I shut the door and went to the cockpit. Using the cards, I went through the startup procedures enjoying the newness of everything. It looked and smelled like brand new. Everything worked perfectly, so I was soon on the way to Washington D, C. We were actually setting down at a small private airport in Maryland which was fine with me. There is so much restricted airspace around D.C. that you have to really pay attention so you don't get gigged or worse, forced to land for inspection.
I landed in Maryland and assisted the man off the plane, then pulled his bag out for him. As I was handing it to him, he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I'm not that rude."
I stuck out my hand and said Walter Turner without hesitation. I had thought up the name on the way. I would have to tell John my new name and get some fake ID. I bet they could even get me a pilot's license in that name.
The man said, "You're going to Islip, out on Long Island to pick up my replacement, Walter. No one will suspect her to be a reporter. I'll bet she gets the story."
I smiled nicely and said, "Thank you for flying with S&S, Sir. Please use us again."
He left, walking to the operations building. I loaded up and took off, thinking I would refuel in Long Island. Flying from Baltimore to MacArthur Airport in Islip is mostly over water. There was a NOTAM to call thirty minutes before approach, so I called and was told there would be a holding delay of at least thirty minutes while repairs were underway on the main and both crosswind runways. I asked for an alternate for fuel and they gave me a small field in Connecticut and I headed there. As I approached, it looked like the runway was pretty short, so I knew I needed to land on the approach apron or as close as I could. There ended up being a lot of room left as the extension to the runway was in blacktop instead of concrete.
The fuel price here was high, but necessary. They did have a small sandwich shop where I was able to get something to eat and a bottle of water. I kept checking on getting into MacArthur Airport and finally at four forty-five they opened up to traffic but were backed up at least thirty minutes. That meant a lot of flights would be declaring fuel emergencies. I thought I better get up and get in line. I called in for instructions before I ever left the ground across the bay. I was told there would be about a twenty minute delay. A minute or so later, the air traffic controller said, "Where are you, I can't see you. Are you having transponder trouble?"
"Hang on, I'll jiggle it a little in a minute. I'm out over Connecticut."
The guy came on in about five minutes later to clear me in before I had even reached the pattern. He made the comment, "Get that transponder looked at. It's nice and strong now but I can tell you it doesn't work worth a hoot on the ground. I loved that jiggle comment."
I had fooled no one.
As soon as I landed and parked up by the private aircraft terminal, a lady came out wheeling her bag, yelling at me for being so late. She was really rude. I apologized and said, "I wasn't allowed to land and had to go to an alternate to get fuel as the airport here was closed while the runways were being repaired."
"Just shut up and fly me to fucking God forsaken Tampa so I can interview some kind of religious killer down there. Where can I sit to use a computer?"
I seated her and explained that she could use the communications system as soon as we were in the air. She bitched that she had to wait and said to bring her a water and be quick about it and why didn't I have a hostess and a second pilot. I told her that a second pilot was not required, nor had their company paid for one or for a hostess. She harrumphed, but sat waiting for a glass. I placed a fresh glass in the holder for her, noting the bottle cap was off.
I had to put her bag away and do a quick preflight inspection. I was able to shut the plane up and get into the cockpit where I went down the checklist, starting up and requesting taxi and takeoff info. The chick was bitching from the back, saying she had to go potty. I told her she would have to wait until we were in the air. She cursed me repeatedly, but I paid attention to flying and ignored her. Soon we were at forty-two thousand feet, heading south. I suggested she could use the facility at the rear of the plane and she said she didn't have to go any longer. The plane had a video monitor of the cabin area so I glanced at it to see that the lady was kind of sprawled out. She looked high. At a closer look there was a small mound of powder on the table, with a small silver spoon next to the pile. The fucking rude foul-mouthed lady was doing coke in my new airplane. As we neared Tampa, I called into the charter office on our emergency frequency and asked Star to call the Hillsborough county cops as I had a drug user on the plane who was holding a large quantity of coke.
Star said in return, "Done, I'll bet you're really pissed."
"Just do it. I'll be there in about ten minutes."
I landed and taxied up to the charter office, where there was a limo and a County Sheriff's car. As soon as I shut down, Jimmy was there opening the door and the sheriff's deputy came on board and told the lady she was under arrest for possession of drugs. She was really vile now. She fought with the deputy until he finally cuffed her and dragged her from the plane. After putting her into his car and starting the motor to keep it cool, he came back to get her purse. She had at least ten grams in her purse and then the deputy found a bunch more in her luggage. She had enough on her to be considered a dealer. She would spend a long time in Florida now and the only interview she would be doing would be from prison.
Jimmy removed a CD and gave it to the officer saying, "The recording has a time, date, and GPS location on it that constantly updates. If you need more than that copy let me know. The system records a hundred hour continuous loop. We'll pull one for our records also.
She never asked my name, and of course I never offered it. I would have lied anyway.
Lisa was there waiting for a ride home and helped me wash the table that still had residue on it and vacuum up the spill the lady had made on the seat and carpet. She really was a sicko. John will love to hear this story.
Lisa and I went home where there were signs the Fab five might have visited. Some Coke cans were on the counter and it looked like they had left some potato chips.
Lisa and I sprawled out in the family room and turned the TV in there on to catch the news of the big drug bust out at the air park. A newscaster said that a star reporter from the Times had been arrested in Tampa for transporting possibly a hundred grand of coke to deal here in Tampa. The reporter said the Times refused to make a comment on the reporter or her reason for being in Tampa.
The Sheriff's deputy was interviewed and said that the charter pilot had observed the suspect using large quantities of the drug while on the plane and had alerted the authorities. The TV newscaster said the station was waiting for video footage of the reporter actually using the drug.
I was nearly crying from laughing so hard. I told Lisa how foul the lady was, preceded by a fairly rude, impatient guy that went to D.C. Lisa said, "What's really bad is that the Times has to pay for her trip down here that cost them a reporter and a lot of bad publicity. The TV station down here will sell the video to the New York stations and the Times themselves. I'm sure a clip will be on the AP soon."
Lisa and I decided some frozen dinners would be perfect since we were the only people at home. Before eating, I did do a solid hour in the gym, biking for fifteen minutes, running for thirty minutes, then using the weights for fifteen. I was loving this running stuff. I could get up to seven miles an hour and still be stable on the sports foot. I would try it outside pretty soon.
Lisa asked, "Why don't you call the girls and ask them to come over. One or all. I could use a little girl company this evening perhaps we could double team one of them."
I nodded, thinking that it was good that Lisa wasn't bashful as I would never think to order her up a snack or whatever neat method of describing that sort of activity might be called.
When I called, Brandy was all loving and said she would love to come over. I told her that if she wasn't interested in some playtime with Lisa, she should bring reinforcements. She just said, "Yummy, I'll be right there."
And she was. Brandy showed and did bring along her tiny sidekick. Tiani climbed up my body and said, "I'm hungry for man right now. You can have those two later, but you need to make me feel good now."
They insisted we play in the big bed together. It was fun to watch the two girls really enjoy each other. Tiani helped them out and encouraged me to join in touching, caressing, kissing and sucking various parts while the girls orgasmed, more or less continuously. Lisa was proving to be a gusher or squirter. She was really making a mess of the bed. Brandy was loving it as she is definitely a messy lover too.
Little Tiani rode me hard, but ended up planting her center on my mouth while she drained me with hers. She was saying she wanted to taste me tonight as she was developing a craving for doing that. She said it made her feel in control and felt that she was receiving a reward. Hey, I liked it, so I let her get a great big reward.
Brandy became very amorous with me after being ravished by Lisa. I kept thinking that all the women I knew needed a warm up from another to get going. It was convenient to have so many volunteers to warm each other up. Brandy was really hot, and Lisa and Tiani helped me put her into orbit. When we were done, Brandy was soaked in our juices, with a huge smile on her face. She insisted on being connected as we fell asleep. We all had smiles on our faces.
Primary editing by Pepere
Proofing by Sagacious