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Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 47 (mf+ rom)
Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 19:10:06 -0500
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James
Part VIII. Lofty Goals

Chapter 47

We boarded Jewel in the cool of the early dawn. Brenda was there to kiss us
goodbye and, while she was picking out more dresses, had a quick update from
Sherri about Anna and the 'Forever-Friend' scenario.
   I held Brenda's hand and kissed her goodbye. She looked at me, softly,
"James..." I nodded and we shared a little smile.
   Chuck came down and shook our hands, "Thank you for all you have done for
us. I will re-extend my open door invitation - anytime you or anyone from
your group wishes to visit, they would be most welcome... And if there's
anything I can do, just ask..." He held out a box for me, "And this is a
small token of my appreciation." Inside were a dozen of the beautiful white
asparus stalks we had for dinner. My mouth watered.
   "Thank you Chuck, and also know that anytime you or Anna wish to visit
us, you will be more than welcome." I said with feeling.
   Check helped Brenda with her extra clothes up the stairs and stood there
waving until we cleared the bend.
   Once out in the main river, Sara came out with a coffee and a kiss. Then
she disappeared down below with Sherri. Their heartfelt cries of glee and
pleasure serenaded the peaceful shores as we coasted down the canals but
soon it became peaceful again and a quick check showed them fast asleep,
curled up against each other.
   I followed the canal then turned up the side channel and once more
stopped at the showroom where Rhianna worked.
   I found her at the back, inspecting a 55-footer about to be shipped out.
   "Rhianna?" I shook her hand, "I'm James Mitchell..."
   "I remember, Max's Marina." She stopped, "How was your visit?"
   "It went very well... Can we go somewhere and talk?"
   We went to her office and she fetched us coffees and croissants.
   "I want to say up front that anything we say here will not go any further
without your say so." She shrugged.
   "You're Deanna Regan, aren't you?" And when she said nothing, "I saw your
picture in the house. And you haven't changed that much in ten years..."
   "So? I changed my name because I don't want to be a Regan anymore. And if
you think you can talk me into..."
   "No - I'm not trying to talk you into anything. I just want to tell you
that you have a very lovely daughter..."
   "She's not my daughter... anymore..." She looked away and sighed.
   "She has never forgotten you - she knows to the day how long you've been
away." Her eyes suddenly filled and she bit her lip. "The first things Anna
said about you were, 'Lake Deanna, named after my Mom.' and 'I haven't seen
her since I was six.'"
   I waited until she dabbed her eyes and blew her nose. "You may not be
aware of it, but you very much have a daughter..." I sigh, "And for what
it's worth, Chuck regrets deeply the pain he's caused you." I held up a hand
as she looked up at me, "No, he doesn't know you're here, or that I'm even
aware of your whereabouts."
   "What do you want me to do?" She murmured.
   "Nothing - it's entirely up to you. I just want you to know that Anna's
fine although she misses you. That must've been the reason you stayed here
all this time - so you can be close to her..." She covered her face with her
hands.
   I sighed, "She really is a lovely young lady and despite what happened
between you and your father, he's been treating Anna well, and obviously
loves her."
   "A lot has happened since then and... I'm not unhappy." She looked at me,
softly, "I've come to realize that really, I should bear at least some of
the blame for what happened. I was stupid and proud... a terrible
combination. And yes, I stayed because I want to be close to them." Her eyes
swam again, "Both of them." she whispered and dabbed her eyes.
   We looked up at the knock on the door. The girls were looking through the
glass at us. Sherri came dashing in and stared at her. "You're Deanna!" Then
she hugged her. "I have to tell you what an amazing person Anna is! She's so
smart and pretty like you!"
   I made the introductions and we went over the previous evening.
   "He even played the Beethoven for you? He must think very highly of
you..." Deanna sighed dreamily, "Helene was his strength, his life... After
she died, he was devastated and he became different... hard..." She sighed.
"I was fifteen, and..." We waited, but she said nothing more.
   Sara nodded sympathetically, "I can empathize - I spent yesterday morning
with Chuck and I seriously considered throwing him off the boat. Twice."
They shared a sad smile.
   "Listen, Deanna, you've waited 4 years, there's time for you to think it
over and decide what you want to do." I said, "Brenda, who was here the
other day is with them and I can promise you, she'll look after Anna for
you."
   "There's another thing..." Deanna looked up, "I'm married now... and I...
I haven't told my husband about Anna, or Regan Boats..." She looked at us,
and waved her hand, "He... WE own this operation. Do you understand?"
   Slowly I nodded, absorbing the revelation. "Hmmm, right - but there's
really no rush to decide on anything. Do what you feel is right for
everyone. Anna is happy enough - just give her the closure she needs." I
took her hand, "In fact, you shouldn't be hasty about this..." She nodded
and buried her face in her hands as we took our leave.
   The girls leaned on me as we followed the canal out to sea, each of us
preoccupied with our own thoughts. I called Brenda and quickly updated her
on the situation.
   "Don't talk to Anna or Chuck until Deanna has a chance to think things
through. I don't think a mother-daughter reunion is too likely..." I sighed.
   Brenda had been seconded by the computer simulations people and was
working with them on the wave modelling software, then she would be spending
time with the dynamics group as they performed measurements on scale models.
Many of the staff had volunteered to continue her intensive training in
computers and hydrodynamics over the weekend. Then she had promised to spend
time with Anna.
   "A girl could get used to this kind of attention!" She giggled, "It's not
easy being so popular!"
   I called Max and he located Celeste for me, "Hi honey!" she said
excitedly, "The exterior's done, right on schedule!"
   I told her about our delay, "We're just starting out so we may not get
there until mid-afternoon."
   "Don't worry, I'll go pick up Nicole if you can't. I have an appointment
in town for tomorrow; the TV station needs the videos Jules took overflying
the building." She giggled, "They're doing a special on the Mueller
Building! And me!"
   The interest after the local station broadcast the lead had led to the
Regional affiliate picking up the story and they would be taping a 60 minute
special on the unique building and its even more unique designer.
   I took us 20 miles out to sea, explaining to the girls that it would
permit us to take full advantage of the 12mph current, allowing us to sail
directly to The Eyrie in 5 hours and bypassing the filthy harbor completely.
   "Oh, we won't be going by Brookhaven then!" Sherri said, "I like the
people there!"
   "And we won't have time for more fishing!" Sara added. She spelled me at
the helm and I cooked the asparagus for a midmorning snack, deliciously
drenched in butter.
   "Ultralight MiniMax to private vessel Jewel. Ultralight MiniMax to
private vessel Jewel. Over!"
   We stared at the UHF.
   "Ultralight MiniMax to private vessel Jewel. Ultralight MiniMax to
private vessel Jewel. Come in! Over!"
   Sherri grabbed the mike and I pointed to the push-to-talk button.
"Private vessel Jewel to ultralight MiniMax. Over!" She excitedly replied.
   "Go channel 17... I say again one-seven! Over!"
   "Confirm it, then switch." I told her.
   "OK... Er, 17. Gotcha... I mean... We copy, over!" I helped her change
the channel to 17, the local communications channel.
   "How are you kids? Over!" Amanda giggled over the set.
   "We're GREAT! How are you sweetheart?" Sherri yelled, "Over!" She added.
   "We're good! We're FLYING!" Amanda said excitedly, "Say your 20, I repeat
say your 20. Over!" Amanda shouted over the speaker.
   I replied with our position and added, "35 mph effective, heading 012.
Over"
   "That's a four, lover!" Amanda repeated the numbers back, then, "Maintain
present heading, ETA..." a pause, "17 minutes. Over and out!"
   "See you!" Sherri laughed, "Jewel out!" she giggled as she replaced the
mike, "This is way cool, it's so like the movies!" I took the chance to show
them the guard channel on the VHF set so that we could monitor emergency
broadcasts as well as our own private communications.
   "C'mon, let's go look for the plane!" Sara dragged Sherri to the front
deck.
   What was just a small speck on the horizon grew rapidly as we watched.
The amphibian was a gleaming white with red accent stripes along its
graceful lines as it soared majestically over us, its small engine mounted
above and behind the wings buzzing sedately. Once astern of us, it executed
a looping turn and followed us, slowing as it deployed its flaps. It floated
alongside as Jules grinned and gave the thumbs up to the girls jumping and
screaming from the fore deck. The plane was about the same length as the
boat and its smooth lines spoke of agility and speed.
   With a small splash MiniMax kissed the water and settled to coast along
us as we matched speeds. Jules slid the cockpit canopy back and tossed us a
line which I made fast to the side.
   Amanda scrambled into Jewel and I feasted on the sight of her in her
aviator shades and two little pieces of bikini - long and lean and
unspeakably sexy. "You look real good." I murmured.
   "Did you like my landing!" She beamed at us as I handed JulieAnn over.
"Jules says I'll be ready to solo with a couple more flights." She leaned on
me as Jules  was greeted exuberantly by the others. "You really think I'm
sexy?"
   "Yes honey. I hope you haven't been showing up at Harry's like this!"
   Amanda glowed, "This is all for you!" she kissed me softly, "Celeste
called and said you were a little late so we figured Jules can fly you back
to the Marina. And we can can have time for some fishing!" She turned to the
others and they started talking excitedly as Amanda showed them around the
little plane.
   I took Jules' hand, "How've you been?" I stroke her soft blond hair as we
kissed. She was in a white tube top and little shorts and I checked to make
sure every part of her was tanned and smooth.
   "Mmmm, things are going well. Celeste has been more human now that the
exterior work is done." She dimpled, "Actually we've all been so busy we
don't see each other more than a couple of hours a day." She hugged Amanda,
"And my sweetheart here has been just wonderful. Harry's been busier than
he's ever been and he's already thinking of expanding."
   Jules showed us the basic steps in flight preparation, starting with the
walkaround to make sure things look and feel right on the plane before
boarding. Although MiniMax was longer than Jewel in overall length, the
actual cabin was only 9 feet long and not even 4 feet wide. It had
side-by-side seating for 2 plus a small jump-seat bolted on the bulkhead in
the baggage space behind. I climbed in the co-pilot seat and Jules fit
lightweight headphones on us. We cast off and Jewel pulled away, heading for
a sunken wreck about ten miles ahead.
   "And James," Jules voice cut in over the intercom, "There's no potty on
board, so you'll have to hold it or use a barf bag." She showed me where a
supply was under my seat. "And there will be NO meals served!" she laughed.
   The controls were simple, foot pedals to turn the rudders - one for
flight and a smaller one for in-water navigation, which also worked the
brakes on land; a simple throttle and a control stick to control up, down
and banking to the sides. Each seat had its own individual set of controls.
   Jules started the engine and turned us with the current, advancing the
throttle as she did. Quickly the craft picked up speed and leapt up into the
air with the second swell it crested. Jules showed me the angle-of-climb, or
attitude indicator as she reduced the flaps and throttled back a bit to
optimise our climb rate at 800 feet per minute. At 500 feet asl, or
above-sea-level, she adjusted the engine mixture for efficiency and trimmed
the plane for level flight. We were traveling at almost 90mph as we made a
lazy circle over Jewel to head back towards the lake.
   The plane had a small screen GPS as well as a marine radio with Emergency
Weather channels. We would not be landing at airports so there was no need
for an aviation radio, although there was an emergency receiver on board for
both frequencies.
   From this height, Jewel was a little toy boat in a vast glittering blue
ocean. The girls barely discernable as they waved up to us. We could see the
earth curve around us, the land, sky and clouds merging into the hazy
distance.
   "There is a simple way to estimate distance to the horison." Jules said,
"Take the squareroot of our height in feet and multiply by 1.2 to get the
miles to the horizon. We're at 500 now, so the horizon is about 23 times
1.2, or about 27 miles away. At the maximum operating height for this plane
of 18000 feet, we get to see 165 miles all around us." She paused, "There is
breathable oxygen, but the temperature is minus 35." She knocked on the thin
canopy, "We'd freeze in about 2 minutes..."
   I had a chance to try out the controls next and Jules walked me through
some gentle turns using only the pedals and I practiced taking the little
craft to different altitudes with the 'stick' or yoke. Once I got the hang
of the response delays and the coordination between rudder and aerilons, I
managed quite well.
   As we angled towards shore, the extent of the area affected by the dying
seaweed became obvious. Huge swirls of green and brown refuse was clogging
the channels and harbors. Jules held my hand as I took us up to 800 feet and
watched the blight pass under us.
   We followed the shoreline and the feeling of total freedom was
exhiliarating. It was easy to understand Icarus' fatal flight to the sun -
there was a inner need to fly higher and encompass the world.
   At 4200 feet, we were kissing the lower fringes of the clouds and far
below us, the roads and the land were reduced to lines and patterns; the
tallest buildings, the largest mansions were mere specks. We could almost
see the Lake in the far hazy distance. The view and the god-like power was
addictive.
   "You're loving this aren't you!" Jules whispered over the steady drone.
   "Yeah, it's like one HUGE power trip! The control, and the freedom!" I
waggled the stick and grinned. We found an opening in the clouds and soared
up.
   Jules watched the spinning altimeter, then she announced, "This is the
unassailable territory of all true aviators!" she looked at me and smiled,
"Welcome to the Mile-High club!" as she removed our seatbelts and loosened
my shorts.
   She gave me a warm kiss as she tenderly took my cock out, running her
fingers on me, smiling as she watched her soft touch bring me to hardness.
With a happy moan she draped herself over my lap and kissed me, adding her
tongue as I sighed and caressed her soft hair.
   She looked up, "You won't crash us and you WILL keep an eye out for other
planes, right?" she lapped me, "I KNOW you'll tell me if I'm doing a good
enough job or not!" as she turned her attentions back my now throbbing
shaft. I sighed my gratitude to the designers of the plane, the narrow
cockpit allowed Jules to use both her hands as well as her mouth and lips.
   There was only time for her to sink her mouth on me a dozen time when I
erupted into her. Again and again, to the most blissful agony, I emptied
myself deep into her churning throat as she milked my balls of their load.
   She untangled my fingers from her hair as she cleaned me with soft kisses
and licks, as I resolutely kept an eye on the Artificial Horizon, gasping
and trembling with the force of my explosion.
   Jules tucked me away and sat back, fumbling out of her shorts. She guided
my hand on her very wet crotch, then she took my finger into her mouth for a
generous dollop of my fluid and joined me in drawing hearts on the
dashboard.
   "Ahhh!" Jules breathed as I return my hand to her warm cunt. "You have
the conn, Mr Mitchell, take her outta here!" And so I did, accompanied by
her lusty screams and gurgling. Cautiously I adjusted us so I could lean
down and taste her sweet cunt. With a moan Jules wrapped a leg around me and
grabbed my hair, squealing delightedly and grinding herself on my face.
   "Mmm, you're such a gifted cunt nuzzler!" Jules sighed as she finally let
me retrieve my tongue, "I come all the time - even when you don't touch me
in the proper places!"
   "Maybe that's why!" I croaked as I gingerly felt my neck for dislocation.
   She leaned over and kiss me softly. "I love you James, you ARE the best
lover a girl can have!" she leaned on my chest and said dreamily, "Amanda
had a theory that because of the lower atmospheric pressure at this height,
there's more force when you come, and so it's more enjoyable. Is she right?"
She smiled up at my vigorous nods.
   She buckled us back in and spoke into her microphone, "Come in Jewel,
Come in!"
   "Jewel here," Amanda's excited voice crackled over the set, "How'd it
go?"
   "Real well!" Jules grinned at me and winked, "The experiment went
according to plan - with maybe better than anticipated results!"
   "Oh goodie, we'll know what to expect next time!" Amanda giggled, "Jewel
out!"
   "Did she say what I think she said?"
   Jules nodded, "You have to do it with everyone who gets a licence." she
dimpled enchantingly. "And since I'm the designated instructor, I can pretty
much assure you it'll be everybody!"
   "Why don't you just let me crash? You're gonna kill me either way!"
   "Oh...? But I'm glad you mentioned that," she grinned, "Looks like you're
ready for your next lesson!" Without waiting for my answer she reached out
and turned the engine off. The sudden silence was eerie and little plane
seemed to hang there, as if waiting for me to start screaming before
plummeting down. Jules cinched her seat belt tighter and watched me.
   I tried not to stare at the earth rushing towards us, "Honey, is slamming
into the ground part of this lesson too?"
   JuieAnn smiled, "There are times when you have to implicitly trust the
instruments, and this is one of the most critical ones. Our attitude is -30
degrees, bad, but not as bad as your brain tells you. But our speed is
climbing too high - the wings are only designed to take 180mph so first
thing is to pull us up, GENTLY!" She waited as I slowly levelled the plane
according to the instruments.
   "OK, hand lightly on the stick and feel for it. As the air-speed drops,
the surfaces will start to flutter, or lose control. The key is to angle the
plane by using the stick or, if we're high enough, to use the trim to tip
the nose down JUST ENOUGH to maintain the minimum speed you need for
control - that's the bottom of the green band on the airspeed indicator, or
around 45mph." She watched me and, apparently satisfied, continued, "Power
outs are a major concern for single engine aircraft so proper reaction and
recovery is crucial." she looked at my performance for a few minutes, "In
case you think it's just a trick, remember there is a chance the engine will
NOT re-start! So as you stretch your glide path, start looking for a good
landing spot. Keep an eye out for signs of an updraft - usually it's a lake
or a rise in the land. On the ocean, look for dark bands of water.
Thunder-storms are notorious for them too, but I wouldn't advise flying near
one."
  Once over the initial fear of falling from a mile up and the strangeness
of flying without power, there was a special tranquility as we sat and
listened to the wind whispering outside the cockpit.
   "This is nice too," I sighed, "We're more bird than airplane." I felt the
sudden tilt of the plane as we hit a small updraft and quickly turned both
wings into the lift and rode it, not unlike a rickety elevator, gaining
about 200 feet of the 1000 feet we lost during our lesson.
   "OK, time to find out if this is a real emergency or not!" Jules laughed
as  we levelled off and she reached for Ignition switch. Fortunately, the
little 4-stroke fired immediately and we turned back on course. "I was
watching the temperature gages here," she pointed, "CHT is the Cylinder Head
Temp and it should be above 200 for easy restarts.
   "The Exhaust Gas Temperatur gage, or EGT allows me to correct the gas
mixture. Too rich, I waste gas and foul the plugs. Too lean, I get
overheating in the cylinders." She talked me through the adjustments as we
coasted back down to 400ft - the cabin was becoming quite chilly at the
higher altitudes and the view was much more interesting closer to the
ground.
   I looked around the boundless sky and sighed. Jules smiled, "That's what
we felt too - even after the PPC, this was amazing. And the guys I teach at
Harry's get all wide eyed at this."
   "Are you sure it's not because of what you're wearing, or NOT wearing?"
   "Could be!" She laughed with me, "At least at the start that would be the
reason." and confidentially, "You know how turned on it gets me with all
those guys coming on to me?" she sighed and gripped my knee, "Then Mandie
and I have to sneak off and pretend you're there with us..."
   "Was I any good?"
   "Um-hmmm! The darling girl sure is hot..." she sighed, "I think Celeste
got a little scared of us, the way we attacked her every night!" she
giggled. "What about you, did you have a good time?"
   I grinned and started telling her about the trip.
   She stopped me after I told her about Brookhaven. "I'm glad you told me
about the reaction to the boats, with that kind of reception, once the new
models come out their shares may well start strengthening again." she hmmm'd
and bit her lip, "We'll have to speed up our program and pick up as much as
we can, we can either cash in when it's stronger or... maybe we can short it
and get a big enough block to put Nicole on the board." she grinned,
"Although that should be no problem. The industry trend is to put high
visibility members on the board, and Nicole is EXTREMELY visible! But we'll
definitely need the confidence votes once they realize she intends to DO
things while she's there!"
   Within an hour, we turned inland to follow the river, Jules laughed,
"Harry calls this ifr, lower case, which, instead of meaning Instrument
Flight Reference, which we definitely don't have, means 'I Follow Rivers'
because they are such useful landmarks. Following rivers also help avoid the
number one killer of ultralight pilots - tangling with power lines. Most of
the light poles are about 50 feet off the ground, but the high-voltage grids
are 200-300 feet high. A critical point to remember! We'll have to watch for
bridges, though!" she laughed.
   "Can we fly to pick Nicole up?"
   "No - the plane needs to be FAA certified for flights in and out of
airports. And we're supposed to stay a thousand feet from any commercial
flight paths. Given how closely we're skirting the legalities here, I think
it's best we avoid being noticed."
   Less than 2 hours after we took off from Jewel, we were already
approaching the dam and the lake - Minimax had saved 4 or more hours of
sailing time. We got down to 150 feet as flew over the lake and she showed
me how to zero the altimeter to account for the increased elevation. The
marina looked completely different from the air and the Wheel was easily
visible. Its smooth curves seemed to flow out of the rugged terrain but
exuded a warmth, like a smile in an empty room.
   Celeste had added a second storey of offices over the front of the
existing building leading out to a patio covering the wheel, with a wooden
mosaic that clearly spelt 'MAX' from the air. At our approach, Celeste came
out on it and waved to us. Jules slid the canopy back and we grinned back
and blew her kisses. Then we turned to the mouth of the small bay, skimming
over the water's surface.
   "Eyeball the landing site to make sure it's clear of boats and debris!"
She yelled over the wind noise. A mile down, we made a 180 and Jules added
flaps as she went off the throttle. Minimax sank sluggishly until with a
light splash she settled in the water at a docile 30 mph.
   We taxied up to the marina and Jules smiled, "This part is why it's
called an amphibian!" She reach forward and pulled a ratchet back, "The bar
lowers the wheels, and..." she applied some throttle and the little plane
rolled up the ramp to the parking lot. By modulating the pressure on the
foot brakes, we maneuvered the plane into a parking spot freshly marked out
in yellow paint.
   Jules powered down and I took her hand, "Thank you Jules, it was an
amazing experience."
   She twinkled, "Oh, the blowjob wasn't THAT good, and I should thank you
for MY amazing experience as well!" she smiled and kissed me softly.
   I held her hand and we looked out at the incredible sight of the Wheel.
It sat 12 feet above the lot and reached out almost 30 feet over the water.
Its gleaming side panels absorbed your attention as they reached skyward. It
was exciting, it was powerful, and it was a breathtaking reminder that this
was home.

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