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tonytony3's Maria's Revenge (cheating, revenge)
“Go to Boston Center now, on 118.05”
“Center on 118.05 for triple X-Ray.”
I dialed the new frequency into COM 2, switched over to
that radio, pressed the mike switch on the yoke, and
reported in.
It was the expected response. “Roger, X Ray cubed, radar
contact.” Yeah, they saw me.
What an unusual day. Just four hours ago I
thought I’d be spending another night in
Cleveland. Then, we had a breakthrough.
If I’d be willing to accept an equity interest in
the company, as well as a bit less money, they’d
license my patent. “That way”, John
explained, “we’d be sure you’d be around when
we wanted you. You’d have a vested interest.”
Damn right. It would make me truly independent,
independent of my wife’s family for that
matter, and we’d live ‘happily ever after’.
Hey, I’m within a hundred miles of home! Fly the damn
airplane, stop daydreaming, plan ahead.
“Boston Center, Mooney six niner triple X Ray would like
lower, please.”
“Triple X, descend now to 7000 feet.”
“Triple X out of 11 for 7.”
Close the cowl flaps, pull an inch or so off the manifold
pressure, trim a bit nose down. . . there it is, a 500 feet a
minute descent. That’ll burn 8 minutes, and get me 24
miles closer.
So, we signed the letter of intent. Our lawyers would
see to the details. I made a quick call home, and told
Maria I’d be home about 11 tonight. What a life!
I called flight service: an Instrument Flight Rules
plan would be needed: Rain and clouds and shit all
the way. I filed a flight plan, ETD in an hour.
John’s wife offered to drive me to the hotel, and then
to the airport. You bet I accepted: a big mistake. She
came up to the room with me, watched as I started to
pack, went into the bathroom as I continued, and she
came out, wearing only a towel, just as I finished
filling my garment bag.
“You’re in the big leagues, now, Al. Time for some
big league perqs”, she said.
Until then I was a faithful husband.
But when she came closer to me, and my arms
automatically went around her, and felt the towel on
her back. The towel opened, and I touched her
skin. Then only our bodies close together held the
towel up, and I saw, in the mirror, her nude
back, her naked ass, and those wonderful legs, and
she said “Don’t you like me?”, and stepped away,
and then the towel was gone, and her breasts were
as lovely as her legs, and her waist
was so slender, and her hips, and her figure, and. . .
and I couldn’t resist.
She drove me wild, and then drove me to the Burke
Lakefront airport, and drove out to the airplane to
help keep me dry, and then, after preflight she
climbed into the cockpit with me to “Tuck me in”,
and I was never sucked off like that before.
I’ll have to change my night time pre-start
check list. Let’s see, right after “verify gear switch
is set to down” I’ll add “Extinguish all interior
lights, position pilot seat fully aft, undo pants,
have passenger test alternate joy stick for freedom
of movement and lick-off”,
and. . .
I could still smell her, still feel her mouth, feel the sensation
of that first penetration. And, I missed my scheduled ETD
by only a half hour! A life changing half hour. I don’t want
to be an unfaithful husband, as great as that sex was. I
won’t let it happen again.
Back to the real world. I had to call home. I pushed one side
of the headset off, pulled out the cellular phone, and called.
There’s never a problem with cell phone connections when
you’re a mile and a half up in the sky.
“Maria, I’m 20 minutes out. Will you pick me up?”
“Sure, Al: be careful, viz is awful, it’s windy, and dark, and
raining. I’ll see you soon.” Maria’s a pilot, too. More than
that, she went through the bother to become a CFII: she was
licensed to teach, including flying on instruments.
ATIS, the automatic briefing broadcast, confirmed what
Maria reported. 300 feet ceiling, a mile visibility, winds 140
degrees at 23 gusts to 35. It would mean flying the approach
to near minimums: as low as I care to go. Then, I’d have to
fly the airplane onto the ground in those cross winds.
There’d be nothing subtle about this landing.
“Triple X, continue decent to 3000.”
“X’s is out of 8 for 3.”
As expected, a few minutes later, the next hand-off: ”Triple
X, Boston Approach now, 122.25.”
“Twenty two, twenty five for X cubed. See Ya.”
I twisted in the new freq on COM 1, switched radios, and
made the call.
“Approach, Mooney six niner triple X Ray out of 5 for 3,
with Hanscom information Bravo”, confirming I listened to
the ATIS broadcast.
“Triple X, radar contact. Continue decent to 2,500, expect
an ILS to one one. Current ATIS information is Charlie.”
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