The next day went pretty much as I had planned. I was able to get the three new people to begin working on the old tractor. The first thing was to strip the interior. The driver's and passenger's seats and the entire "dog house," or "sleeper," as some call it, had to be gutted down to the bare metal. I was going to want exact measurements for everything we removed. I had the three of them document everything they took out by using the digital camera and writing down the steps. I told them my goal was to completely disassemble the truck and sleeper body, and be able to set it apart from the chassis. They had more than a day's work, so I left them to their own devices and had them report to Jeff for any assistance they might need.
I had asked for the six race day driver/salesmen to come in to meet with me for a few minutes. We talked about their great success at the tracks and how much fun it was to sell to their friends. Then I got down to business. I wanted them to keep detailed records of their travel for me. I was interested in approximate speed, weather conditions, road conditions, traffic, and of course, the amount of fuel used. If we could establish a baseline between the three trucks as to how they were operating now, we could see actual differences, if there were any, when we had a body to test.
One of the guys had a lot of experience during wind tunnel tests and had several recommendations. The kicker to this project came from Drew. He had heard Shawna and me talking and said he had an engineering degree and his main area of expertise was aerodynamics. I told him to get with Ruth to order any design software he might need. He said he would still be able to handle directing and training in sheet metal, as well as helping to develop the new body for the truck.
By eleven thirty, I was home and in the swimming pool, swimming hard for nearly a half-hour. I did the sun fifteen minutes a side and was showering and dressing when Sue called. She said that she was at Mercy's for a late breakfast and had been continuously entertained by Mercy's mom and Merlin. They were cutting up constantly with Mercy and her, as they were so happy that she had come home to visit. Sue said she was about ready to go to the airport for more training from John.
I spent the afternoon doing about the same as yesterday. I watched a movie for a half-hour and discussed the book I had read the night before. We talked about, and he further explained TACAN, Direction finding (DF), Instrument Landing System (ILS), Non-directional beacon (NDB), Distance Measuring Equipment (DME), Global Positioning System (GPS), Wide Area Augmentation System (WAAS), Head-up display (HUD), Airway (aviation) (Victor Airways). He said we would be using all of these but would be keeping it simple today.
We went out to the plane where he quizzed me on everything new we had done the day before, then had me pre-flight the plane so we could take off. Today was different. He had the hood pulled over me and he made the takeoff, then turned the controls over to me, giving me a speed, altitude, and heading. He gave me the VOR frequency and I used it to align the aircraft to the course to the station. He had me do everything, including the descent with Clearwater-St. Petersburg approach control, without benefit of the GPS. He took over and we touched down, then took off again, with him giving me control back as soon as we were off the ground. He had performed an altimeter check but did not adjust it on the touch and go. He gave me another course, and gave me a map of the airport traffic patterns and the radio frequencies.
I flew blind, seeking the ILS, and after requesting guidance from approach control, kept flying toward the ground until the instructor said he had it and a second later, the wheels touched. We did another touch and go and he gave me Tampa's chart and said for me to request the main runway today since they might give it me. He would advise them of my hood status.
When I contacted them after telling them my number, I got a chuckle and an affirmative and a request that I do a short pattern go around. They would keep me in the pattern. Because of regular airport traffic, all I could think of was having a 767 fly into me. They made me adjust altitude to five thousand feet and enter the big twenty-mile holding pattern.
When I finally reached the approach, they turned me toward the runway and I followed the ILS until the instructor took over, and a second later we touched down, then powered up and left the area, heading home. This time he pulled the hood back and let me see where I was flying. It was natural to use the airfield's navigation signal to align myself and then request permission to land. The landing was so smooth the instructor said he only knew I was down because I had cut power. When I rolled up to the fuel pumps, an attendant came out and asked if he could refuel and stow the plane for me. I logged the time on the aircraft and made my personal logbook entry.
Inside the operations building, he gave me another book, a little smaller than the previous one, and asked me to read it. He complimented me on some good flying and said that he knew that a long flight under the hood was very disorienting, but it was necessary to learn how to use the tools.
I was a little late getting home, almost six thirty. The ladies had already started putting food on the table. I grabbed a Beefeater's and ate a salad while listening to Shawna talk about how her crazy boss had people outside, tearing a truck apart.
When supper was over, Drew, Shawna, and Hank sat with me, showing me dozens of drawings they had. My goal was an efficient front for the truck, but to not make it too futuristic looking. The motor and transmission had to be accessible and the cab and sleeper roomy and comfortable. We went over the drawings, eliminating them first by wind resistance, then by accessibility, and finally size for comfort. The final test was that it should look like a truck.
Drew kept showing his calculations for each drawing we looked at. The drawings were further detailed in his computer-enhanced engineering drawing. We only had to key in the mounting points and we would have a blueprint to build from.
I told them to get Sandy, Mandy, and the women in the motor shop to work out what was needed for an efficient sleeper. We wanted sleeping room, but we also wanted the driver to be able to relax somewhere out of view. His sleeper needed not only to function as a bedroom but also as a living room when he needed to mentally rest. They had to allow room for such things as a refrigerator and microwave.
We now knew what the truck would look like. Now we had to work on making the idea into reality.
Some of the folks took a ride while I read the new instrument flight training book. I knew the instructor was going to ask me questions tomorrow. Not being ready would mean a waste of time and money for the both of us.
Sue called late. Mercy was doing another show, but she had some news for me. Merlin and Missy were going to come home with her. She asked if the furniture was delivered. I had to go into the rooms to verify it. The only room without furniture was the room closest to ours. It was to be the baby's room.
She said she would call tomorrow to ask Glenda to have the largest room fixed up for visitors. My thoughts were, "Oh shit, now what." She said that they would fly in day after tomorrow, and to be ready for a really strange reception by a future father-in-law.
"Father-in-law?" I asked.
Sue said, "He says if his daughter is going to live with a man, on what she considers a permanent basis, he'd consider himself a father-in-law to you."
She said that Dewey and Sheila might come too, so for me to be prepared. I could only think, "Holy shit, now what."
I finished the book about ten, then told everyone I was bushed and was going to bed. The other folks said they would clean up and shut the patio down.
The bed looked so good that I undressed and went to sleep on top of the spread.
I woke at my usual time, cuddled to a warm body. At first I thought it was Sue, then realized as my hand traveled up to her chest that her stomach was too flat, and that her top was not nearly large enough.
Could it be Mercy?
No, Mercy and Sue were together. I opened my eyes to find Samantha in sweet repose, snuggled into me. Her hand was holding mine over a breast, but it was in comfort, not sexual. I slowly slid from the bed and went to take care of business in the bathroom, then make coffee. The time was five-fifty.
As I showered, a sleepy Samantha came into the shower to hug me and give me a sweet good morning kiss. I washed her hair, loving her with each caress and rub. She was ecstatic by the time we left the shower. She didn't want to fool around, she just wanted to be loved. I did that.
Samantha said that Sue had told her that she could come over and stay with me if she wanted. She wanted to, but was just as happy that we had not fooled around. She said she thought that if we waited for that until Sue was with us it, would be so much better. I agreed; I really don't need any extra women. Sue is more than enough for me, but now Mercy is in the mix, and Samantha seems to be coming on strong. Sue is really strange sometimes.
When I turned on the patio light, I realized how hot and muggy it was, so I kicked the outside air on and turned on the fans. By six thirty, the patio was cool and full of people. The contractor came over with some plans for me to look at. Sue had called him and wanted him to build a second building behind the current one, and to put some kind of connection to keep the weather out of the passageway between them. We looked at the plans and decided to keep the buildings a little closer, with a patio between them, similar to what we were sitting in at that time.
He said he would have the architect work on it and get back to me at supper.
I had forgotten about the factory across the street and thought perhaps that I could spend a few minutes to see how they were going. Tiny offered the answer.
"Sue asked me to oversee her plant while she has been gone. I've hired an accountant to be the watchdog, but mainly he's just making sure that correct business practices are being used. The accounting firm has finished an audit and we know which areas need correction. Betty and Joan are working with Mike to keep the plant production at a profitable pace. The attitude there is great now. Productivity is way up and the quality is second to none. You're 'Perfect' pitch seems to have taken hold."
"Thanks Tiny, S&S is enough for me, but since it is family, I need to pay attention to the plant too."
Tiny asked, "Do you have any numbers on this truck-building thing you're doing? I want to get in on the ground floor before you take off with something I can't help with."
"The only numbers I have so far are the cost of the truck and labor. You can get the labor numbers from Ruth, but it's all R&D right now. The cost was the thirty-five dollars at the auction I turned in the credit card receipt for. We'll spend some of the rebuild department's time and materials when they make the new chassis, but the goal is to design a less wind resistant cab and sleeper body."
I continued, "Drew, Shawna, and Hank are working on design right now and when we have what we want, I'll have Jeff build the shell, then we'll design the inside. Two of the three new people are coachmen, so they will be able to build most of what we want on the inside. The third guy is a mechanic, and will work with Abe's people to make the truck roadworthy."
Tiny smiled, saying, "Keep me posted, so you don't surprise me with another business with fifteen to twenty employees."
The day went mostly as the day before. The truck folks had the truck disassembled and had moved into the empty air-conditioned area between the super lift rebuild shop and the fiberglass shop. They now had a complete set of measurements on how the body mounted onto the chassis. They were working with Drew, who had several prints of the chassis and the mounting connections, with measurements.
Around ten, Shawna, Hank, Drew, and I met in the upstairs break room with coffee to decide on the front and cab design. The least futuristic design was a smooth sharply sloping nose where the angle of the wedge ran up through the windshield to the trailer wind deflector. The rear of the sleeper had swept out sides at the rear to let the wind roll past the sides of a trailer. It looked pretty cool but retained the masculine strong look of a big tractor.
Drew said he would be able to give the shell dimensions to Jeff this afternoon. I told Drew to pass the two coachmen some interior prints so they could begin work on designing the interior. I had Drew tell them to make the coach comfortable, with the feeling of spaciousness in the small area available. I took Abe to talk to the mechanic. I told Abe I wanted the chassis to be completely rebuilt, more perfect than if it was new, so we could use it as a demo. The end result needed to be a showpiece. The mechanic was eager to begin.
I left at eleven to repeat my pattern of swim exercise, sun, then flight school. The instructor was surprised I had read the second book already, and I told him that if an instrument rating was important, I was going to treat it as such and be prepared for class. He asked me if I was interested in a two day flight. We would include as many major airport landings and takeoffs, day and night, as we could fit into the flying time we would have. He said I would be able to almost finish the rating by doing it this weekend. Since this was Wednesday, I told him I would tell him tomorrow, to give me time to make sure there wouldn't be a conflict with Sue.
That evening I told Sue about the day and night flights and she said that it shouldn't be that big of a problem. She was flying back in the morning and the plane would be full. She was bringing Merlin and Missy, plus Dewey and Sheila were coming.
"With everyone coming, I can't be gone. Merlin is going to want to learn more about me and Dewey will want to go out on the town a little. We'll have to get Phil and Tiny to tell us where to go, or perhaps Ben and your Mom."
Sue said, "You know, that's a great idea. I'll bet Mercy's Mom and Dad would love being at Ben's. Mom said she is staying there most of the time, so the two of them can entertain those two and fill them in on both of us. I'm sure we won't want to know all the things they tell them about us. Dewey and Sheila will fit in easily with our crowd. We'll figure out a way to include them in some of our bike runs. I'll find out if Dewey can ride. If necessary, we can just go rent or buy a bike. You have two, so he could ride the shovelhead. Why don't you see if you can fly most of Friday night and finish Saturday? You could take a nap some place and get as many hours in as possible. If it's distance he's into, I'll get John to check you out in this junior rocket and you can take it."
"All good ideas, Sue. You call your Mom, and I'll talk to my instructor. I want to go ahead and finish this rating, but it doesn't have to be crammed into that tight of a time frame. I would rather spend the time with you and our friends, along with Mercy and her folks."
Sue laughed, "I'm not sure when we'll get rid of Merlin. He's determined to find out everything there is about you before he leaves his little girl to your devious devices. Mercy's mom thinks you're wonderful, but then she reads minds. Merlin is a doubter, even though he makes some wild magic."
Continuing, Sue said, "Dewey and Sheila just want to wander around and be inconspicuous. He says that he's enjoying being with Sheila too much to go back to the islands right away. Anyway, he'll tell you all about it."
"So when are you leaving in the morning?" I asked trying to figure the time difference.
"We leave here about eight our time, eleven your time. It may be tough to get Mercy's mom and dad going that early as they are night owls, but we've told them to be at the airport at seven thirty. Figure a max of ten hours flying time, including potty breaks, so we'll be there by nine your time. You better warn everyone that Merlin and Missy are nut cases. They will be staying with us the first night. I've already got Glenda fixing up the three rooms, one for Mercy, one for her mom and dad, and one for Dewey and Sheila. She says they look nice and comfortable. I'll call Mom and tell her to get a room ready. Ben will love showing off to Merlin, and Mom will be mental entertainment for Missy."
We did the "I love you" bit and hung up. I called my flight instructor and asked about starting out Friday afternoon and flying mostly straight through till Saturday evening. I suggested that we could fly somewhere that we might nap for a little while on Saturday morning. I also told him that we could use the Beechcraft if we needed to get somewhere faster, and that John could check us both out if we wanted.
He thought about it a little then said, "I think we'll just use the 172. Taking off Friday and flying all night will be cool if you think you're up to it. We can fly till about eight or nine in the morning, take a nap, then fly back a different direction and use more major airports. You'll love going into so many different places. But then, you won't really see them. We'll be able to do about nine hours of night flying. That will be even better. Tell you what, if we were to take Sunday off, then take a class Monday and Tuesday, we can do the final hours of in-flight training Wednesday night. Thursday morning, you'll be instrument rated and qualified to fly anywhere. You're still green, but you learn fast. I've flown John's Beechcraft several times on trips and know it well. We'll use it to finish next week, that way you can get qualified for twin engine, plus get a chance to use some different instruments. Yours in the 172 are new and as good as they get, very ultra modern. Most planes are not as good, but knowing John, his are probably good too."
I called Sue back to tell her that I was to fly all night Friday and come back Saturday late afternoon. She was excited that I would finish the instrument rating so fast. She said she was flying every day with John, but he wasn't pushing her as fast as my instructor was. I told her she could probably finish fast back here, like I did.
Wednesday night we did some riding. Samantha showed up for supper and I assumed she would ride with me. I took the shovel out. We went to the clubhouse and the St. Pete guys were feeling left out. Hap made me promise that I would go down there with Sue and Mercy soon. We went by to see Double D then headed to St. Pete. If we had wings, we would have been flying. Our throttles were almost wide open, sending the sound of our bikes bouncing off the concrete sides of the bridge. We slowed down to about eighty after we got off the bridge. The cops will only give you so much leeway.
The bar in the shopping center was busy. We were treated like visiting royalty, as usual. Some of the women there were coming up to me, asking me where Sue was, and if I were playing around, where could they apply. I thanked them for compliment, but said Sue and her friends were enough for me.
We went home via the Crab Shack, because we all wanted a grouper sandwich with some of the best onion rings in Florida. The ride home was considerably more casual than our ride earlier. We were home and in bed by eleven. Samantha just assumed she was staying and unashamedly stripped nude and crawled in bed with me.
I was thinking that Sue was not nice to have strange women in my bed. I had to think about instrument flight rules in order to keep myself from poking my bed partner. We were asleep fairly fast.
Thursday began fast and furious. Samantha's cell phone started ringing just before six. The newspaper needed her to get to some situation for pictures right away. The night person had hurt himself and she was the only photographer available.
She showered quickly, while I made coffee for her. I asked if she needed me to take her, but she said she was used to responding to almost anywhere, at any time, for the job. She had coffee, kissed me sweetly, and said she had enjoyed watching after me while Sue was gone and that she would see me later.
I showered and dressed, ready to hit the shop early. Tonight I would need to get to sleep early so I would be fresh for the all-nighter Friday. That wasn't going to be easy. Sue wasn't going to be getting in until nine, which would put them here around ten or so. I needed to order a limo for them. Either that, or rent one of those passenger vans. Sue and I needed a regular car too. Her Mustang was fine for us, even with Mercy and/or Samantha, but not with Merlin and Missy or Dewey and Sheila. I'd have to think about it. Maybe one of those new big Ford Expeditions that could carry a bunch of people would be a good fit for us.
At breakfast, I tried to tell everyone about Dewey and Sheila and keep them calm about Merlin and Missy. I told them that Merlin was a very nice man, but sometimes his manner was very penetrating. If we were lucky, perhaps Merlin and Missy would do some magic for us. They said that would be cool. Phil said he would be glad to show them around when Ben wasn't able. He said he and Ruth loved to go out to eat at the best places, especially since they could afford it now. He said the best place of all, though, was right here on the patio.
The news had a report of some kind of standoff out at the county jail. Some crazy tried to bust someone out and was now holed up in one of the offices, with no way out. So far no one was hurt but it was touch and go as the nut was armed to the teeth. I figured that must be where Sam is.
At work, my three new guys were huddled with Jeff, asking how they could help to expedite the fabrication of the cab and sleeper. Jeff told them to take it easy so he could layout the molds first. He said each step had to be done right or the end product wouldn't be any good. He had the two coachmen stay and told the mechanic to go make the chassis new again.
I went across the street to visit with the plant people. On each floor, and in each work room I went into, I was greeted like a long lost brother. Everyone was happy to see me, and the English speaking folks said, with a smile, that they were working to make perfect clothes. Some of them translated and a rousing "perfecto" came from some of the Latins.
I looked into where Sue's newest fashions were being made. There were racks filled with the new sets of silky boxers and silky short tops with a couple of big buttons. The idea must have been a good one if they were devoting that much material to it. They had about five different colors, if you included black and white as a color.
Debbie had my calls ready for me, so I was able to run through them quickly. I did a tour of the shops and took off at eleven.
The lesson today was to again stay behind the hood, fly to a location I had charted, then to do an approach and return. We went to Ft. Lauderdale, did the touch and go, and returned. The whole time we were flying, I was quizzed on the things he had taught me so far. I was pretty confident I could file and fly by instruments. He said he was going to give me our itinerary before we parted today, so I would have it planned for tomorrow. We were taking off right at one tomorrow. He told me to bring an empty milk jug for in-flight relief and to have plenty of sandwiches and coffee for both of us.
I got home a little after five with a trip schedule for Chicago and back. We planned to stop at every major airport on the way there and back. I was going to have to dig through charts for the airports, their patterns, and frequencies to be ready. I never knew when he wouldn't let me use the GPS unit. I had to be prepared to fly the course with basic instruments. I would file the flight plan tonight and modify it tomorrow if necessary.
We ate and cleaned up the patio for the "to be arriving" guests. Glenda is such a dear. She had the place spotless. The extra rooms were really done well. The intended nursery already had a bassinet and a crib with a mobile. The room was painted in white and blue. Sure hope the baby was a boy, or a lot of material would have to be replaced. It looked like a baby's room anyway.
Around eight, I took off for the airport in the truck. Everyone wanted to come out to see Sue land, so there was a procession into the parking lot at the operations building. They had not heard from her yet but the flight plan had them scheduled in at around eight forty-five. While we waited, everyone wanted to see the 172. We looked at it quickly then went back to the ops building in time to hear Sue's voice over the squawk box call for permission to land. The attendant turned on the runway lights, while we went out to watch Sue land.
She made a very nice landing in a really big airplane. This thing was a lot bigger than the 206. She taxied right up to the ops building and parked so the stairway would be by the gate that opened out to the parking lot.
First off was Mercy. She ran out and jumped into my arms. Next was Sheila, who gave me a hello that was far friendlier than I remembered us being. Dewey shook my hand and hugged me, then Missy stepped out. She held me tight and gave me an un-motherly-in-law kiss. Whew! Merlin came out, stretching with his arms out wide. He shook my hand, smiled at me, then gave me a big hug. "You know, as soon as I'm in your presence, I know my Mercy will be taken care of, but when you are on the other side of the continent, I get crazy worrying about her. Forgive me for being a parent."
Sue finally came down the stairway, limping a little from sitting so long. She gave me a very healthy hug and kiss, saying that if she didn't get to the bathroom quickly she was going to squat right there.
Sue, Sheila, Mercy, and Missy took off for the bathroom while I began introducing everyone who had come out to Merlin and Dewey. Dewey said he could kill for a beer and Merlin said a beer or drink would be welcome. The greeters said they would have all they could hold in just a few minutes. The people left to get back home to welcome them there, while I unloaded the luggage and put it in the back of my truck.
I introduced myself to John Truant and thanked him for being a good teacher to Sue. He asked if I thought using him to fly the 200 when we rented it out would be good. I must have made his day, as he was happy about the opportunity.
Merlin and Dewey were going over my truck, trying to see all of the little scenes that Hank and Shawna had painted. The limo showed up, with the driver apologizing for being late. He said he had never been out here before and didn't know there was an airfield here.
Soon the girls came back, so we loaded up and went back home. Sue and Mercy rode with me as I led the limo back to the park. I wondered what Merlin would think when he entered an old time Florida trailer park.
The front gate of the old trailer park was a little fancy with a huge wooden arch. The arch is tall enough to pass a tractor-trailer or a large house trailer. The roadway is old black top but is in good shape. There are several live oaks in the front, providing a canopied entrance. It looks very quaint when you look down the road from the arch. Nearest the entrance are several old trailers that belong to either older retired couples or are rentals owned by those couples. The trailers are in decent shape, but are on the small side with the typical aluminum awning over a six by ten patio with a small metal shed to the rear of the trailer. As you proceed into the park, the size of homes enlarges until you are at a large circle where the office is. In the middle of a grassy circle is a building that contains all of the mailboxes for the park. It is a big open building with mailboxes deep under the roof so rainstorms do not affect the mail.
The office and owner's quarters are directly across from the mail building to the left. If you look ahead, you see the recreation building where the swimming pool is, about two hundred yards farther down. A road goes off to the right about fifty yards and splits to go both ways for more of the park. Just below the mail building is a road that goes off to the left and looks like a city street with other streets off of it. My street is the second on the left and goes deeper than the others. My house is nearly at the end where the road connects to the next street over. There are lots of trees both small and large, a few southern pines, a couple of sycamores, and lots of oak trees.
At the corner of the street where my house is located is a wash house building. It's like a small old-time Florida laundromat. Instead of being enclosed, the building is open, with the machines all against one wall There's a picnic table, a small table, and a couple of chairs for people waiting for their laundry to finish. Probably the only time someone wouldn't want to sit there is in the winter, when there is a day or two of morning temperatures in the forties.
This is what Merlin, Missy, Dewey and Sheila were seeing as we drove to our house. I wondered what the probable billionaire, Dewey, thought. Merlin and Missy were extremely wealthy and lived on a high hill in an elite San Francisco neighborhood, so this was real culture shock to them.
I pulled into my driveway and motioned for the limo to pull in front of the patio. Our house is a large manufactured home, twenty-eight feet wide by seventy-two feet long. Attached to it is a covered patio that goes the full length of the trailer and is thirty feet deep. That makes over four thousand square feet under roof. A little over two thousand feet is patio, but the place really looks huge when you see it for the first time. There is a generous yard between the patio and Martin and Glenda's trailer, and the homes behind me are about forty feet away, so it isn't jammed up.
Once everyone was inside the patio enjoying the cooler air, the crew was busily getting everyone something to drink. Glenda began bringing out dishes of chicken wings with dips, vegetable trays, warm roast beef and ham for sandwiches, and a fruit tray. She was really impressing me. Sue said she was starving and immediately began making herself a sandwich.
Merlin was sitting in one of the fancy new lawn chairs that had appeared while Sue and I were on vacation. The chair had a small table next to it. Missy sat in a chair on the other side of the table. Phil and Tiny were getting to know them, while Dewey and Sheila were making drinks at the bar. Mercy was sitting in my lap where she had snuggled as soon as I sat down after arriving.
Sue came over with a Diet Coke and a sandwich and told Mercy to share. Sue sat on my other knee and alternately kissed me and had a bite of her sandwich. Mercy said, "Dad is dying to show off to your friends. I can see it in his eyes. He's not dressed for anything special, but watch him, he's a master at levitating things.
Mercy's dad, Merlin, said he needed a refill. Ruth said she would get it for him, but as she reached for the empty cup, it floated up to her hand. It surprised her so much that she almost dropped it. She took a step toward the beer tap and stopped, looking down at the cup. The cup was now full. With a confused look, she put the now full cup down on the table next to Merlin.
Merlin picked up the cup and drank from it, then as he was setting it down, he said, "Ruth, you are such a beautiful woman, you shouldn't smoke you know."
"Oh, I don't smoke," Ruth said, then stopped. She was staring at her own hand. A lit cigarette was sticking out from her fingers. She raised her hand and dropped the cigarette as if it was burning her.
"Here, let me get that," and the cigarette raised from the floor and was moving toward Ruth.
"No, no, get that thing away from me," Ruth exclaimed, as she backed up.
There was a poof and the cigarette disappeared. Merlin reached over and looked as if he were reaching into Missy's cleavage. He withdrew his hand, holding a wand.
"Now, I have my wife's magic wand, I wonder what kind of mischief I can get into?"
Sue's instrument instructor, John, the gentleman who was selling Sue the new plane, told Sue, "He's that good, and I flew him all the way from California without one trick?"
Merlin asked, "Since I'm among folks I will be having a lot of fun with, may I ask for someone daring to help with a trick or ten. Who might wish to disappear or be something they are not."
Shawna and Debbie were immediately in front of him. "Ah twins, something I can do for the two of you?"
"Actually, we're not twins, we're cousins, but I want bigger tits. Can you do that?" Shawna asked, cupping her small breasts through her tank top. Debbie was doing the same.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't have what it takes to make breasts grow larger, but I know someone who can." As Merlin finished saying this, the wand seemingly floated to Mercy who was still on my lap.
Mercy got red in the face and said, "Daddy, you're not supposed to be doing this stuff. Now stop."
"Daughter, would you deny your new friend a chance to experience big ah, ah, ah,"
Charlie finished it for him, "Tits."
"Right sir, Charlie isn't it? Your wife wants bigger tits. Only Mercy can do that," he said, waving his hand at Mercy as she elevated from my lap in the sitting position she had been. She was lowered to land on her feet.
"Oh okay," Mercy said, then took the wand and touched four nipples now prominent on the two girls' tank tops. She stood back and raised the wand to her mouth and pointing at Debbie began to blow. First Debbie's right breast began to swell. Before it became really big, Mercy pointed at Debbie's left breast and began blowing. When they were a match, Mercy cocked her head and said, "those are pretty big for a small lady don't you think?"
Debbie cupped the enlarged breasts then pushed out her chest saying to Hank, "Better come play with these things before they go away."
Mercy raised the wand to her mouth again and pointed it at Shawna's left, then right breast, seemingly blowing them up to be the same size as Debbie's. Shawna was fascinated, looking down at her tight tank top. She put her hands over them and said, "I've always wondered what it would feel like to have big ones."
Mercy was in her element now, "Sue and I are about the same size, but it's not fair, she's huge and I'm tiny. Will you share with me, Sue?"
Sue just smiled and said, "Of course I will. Take what you need."
Mercy made Sue stand and stood nipple to nipple with her and told Sue to kiss her and blow into her mouth. As Sue blew into Mercy's mouth, it appeared Sue's breasts grew smaller and Mercy's swelled became huge under her small top.
Mercy pranced around with her exaggerated top until Merlin said, "Enough, daughter. Now it's you who is being naughty. I just suggested you show your friends some magic."
"But, Daddy, that's what I've done, I haven't made anyone's pants fall down." At that second Tiny's pants fell to the ground. "Or pull off anyone's bra," Judy's bra came flying out from her sleeveless blouse to fall on the table. "And I've certainly not done any tricks with women's panties." Everyone looked around to see that only Glenda had a dress on, and she immediately held her waist.
"Oh, Glenda, you're so sweet, I would never embarrass you." Mercy said, but was pointing the wand at Joan who was wearing a real short top and shorts. Over the top of Joan's shorts, a bright red thong appeared to crawl from them.
"Oh, Joan, those are so hot," Mercy said. Joan was laughing so hard she could hardly stand.
"Here, Daddy, maybe we should put the wand back where it's supposed to be." Mercy slid the wand down between Missy's cleavage. "Keep that thing where it belongs, Mom."
The crew began clapping and cheering little Mercy's performance. Merlin sat with a satisfied smile, happy that his daughter had revealed some of her abilities.
Mercy came over and hugged Sue. The instant their bodies met, the chests resumed their normal size. Debbie and Shawna were holding their breasts, afraid they were going to get away. Mercy whispered something in each of their ears, and the two girls dragged their husbands toward home.
Tiny had to pick up his pants that had fallen and Joan was twirling her thong in her hand. "Okay, Mercy, how did you do that?"
Mercy just smiled and said, "You'll have to ask that mean old man over there." She pointed at the smiling Merlin.
Phil and Judy said they needed to get home, as tomorrow was a workday. Tiny and Ruth agreed and headed home too. Glenda was trying to put stuff away, and I told her that I would do it. "Take Martin and put him to bed, he's looking mighty tired." I got the motherly kiss on the cheek as she took Martin by the hand and led him off. Sandy and Mandy said they would see us tomorrow and left with Joan and Betty, along with all their men.
Dewey said, "You sure do have a collection of friends. It was nice that they came out to the airport to greet us. That was a great welcome."
Merlin asked, "Do all those people come over here all the time?"
Mercy said, "Ask mom, she's already listened to everyone here and knows those answers. Wait till tomorrow morning when these terrible people wake you up at the crack of dawn for coffee and breakfast. You won't believe it. There are more than those who were here tonight, all of the group was not present. Samantha wasn't here, nor were Tiny's folks or Abe and Alice. Just wait, Dad, you're going to be really surprised."
I said to the guests, "Come inside and choose a bedroom. Right down this hallway is one, and just around the corner from the kitchen is the other."
As I said this I held Mercy's arm then walked her down the hall to the bedroom opposite the one we were going to use for the baby. "If you think you should, use this bedroom for your stuff right now."
She thought for a minute then said, "No, Mom knows I sleep with you two, so I'm just going to continue. Besides, I think Samantha is going to need to move in. She's having some kind of problem with her roommate and the apartment."
Merlin and Missy chose the bedroom off the kitchen near the bathroom, while Dewey and Sheila chose the bedroom down the hall near Sue's office area. While I was bringing in the baggage, I told them all that they should try to settle in, as we were early risers here. I would try to be quiet, but some of the crowd may not be.
I shut down the patio lights and joined my two lovelies under the covers. They were both very tired. Sue had been pushing herself hard lately and was more tired than usual. She insisted that we couple lovingly and did enjoy every moment. She almost fell asleep on me before I had even snuggled up to her. Mercy gave me a kiss saying she wanted some loving soon too.