Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. (C) Copyright 2002. M.C. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. Copies of my stories can be downloaded from: </files/Authors/MikeC/> or at <http://StoriesOnline.net> Send all comments and suggestions to MikeC@NSpace.net ============= James Part VII. Wandering Afield. Chapter 40 Marjorie took my hand and watched the PPC fly away, "Thank you James, this is so wonderful!" "Don't thank me! Thank Celeste - it's all her work!" "Oh, Celeste knows how I feel, but I'm not so senile I can't tell what you are to her!" she smiled and looked around, "I thank you all, for making an old woman's dream come true!" After hugs Celeste and Sherri returned to their temporary office, getting more handshakes and smiles from the well wishers. We went back to the new Gyro and I hoisted it up. "I took a look at the hull in the water this morning and, besides having no disrupters, a couple of other things seemed out of place. First these chines go all the way back and, with the heavier motor, it's constantly dragging in the water." Amanda pointed, "That's probably why the lower unit has to be canted back to offset the lift. That will affect the ride and the power." "Hmmm, that may account for 2 or 3 mph. The power curve indicate something around 12 mph over the 5.7." Sara reached for the design manual. "Wait, perhaps the increased drag of the larger lower unit... No, that's not it." She scratched her head. "OK, let's file that one away. The other thing I noticed was the size of the cooling intake scoops. And when I opened her up on the way in, the water pressure gage's pegged at the redline." "Yeah, we saw that too. There's a note here..." Sara flicked pages, "Right. The engine was overheating around 36. That's why they increased the size, even though it's too large for the boat." "Hmmm, bad news - that's water skiing speed." Amanda said, finger on the lip, "So they're just not getting pressure at 36 but too much everywhere else! That's weird!" "Damn! There goes my brilliant idea to get 10mph by putting in smaller scoops!" I said. The girls laughed, Amanda adding, "We can't have you come up with ALL the brilliant ideas! People might start thinking you actually have a brain!" We took the boat out to measure the plane points and I showed them the equipment I had prepared. They were 18" long dowels with inexpensive stethoscopes attached to one end. This allowed us to listen for aeration without having to double over, even so, the job was made more difficult by the low cabin design and we had to take twice as many readings to record the false signals that Brenda had commented on before. We also verified the factory results of only getting about 10psi of intake pressure between 32 and 37mph, while it was 30 or more at other speeds. With results in hand, we returned the boat onto braces and worked at removing the chine sections that were dragging in the water. It was over an hour later before we finished sanding the areas down and smoothed epoxy over it. It would take another 10 hours for the repairs to cure properly. The Bimmer came back just as the workers left for the day, allowing calm to settle over the Marina. Jules was bright-eyed with glee - the girls had finished their practice hours and would be able to fly solo on the PPC. Brenda was wind and sun burned and her freckles stood out brightly on her face, almost the color of her curls. She too was glowing with excitement - she had taken a turn at giving the ground instructions - to a packed house who had primarily come to stare. Jules went to get Sherri and Celeste and they came back loaded down with food which the restaurant had supplied in return for the extra business we brought. As Jewel sailed slowly out the bay we joined Celeste at the stern. The Wheel already had a roof and sub-floors, along with the roughed-in ramps and stairways. "It's still like a dream to me!" Celeste whispered, arm around Sherri, "Somebody pinch me!" So we did. "Ow! You didn't have to do it so hard!" She glared at us, "And Sara pinched my boobs!" Sara and Amanda were leaning and cackling on each other. Celeste sniffed, "I'd make you kiss them better, except you guys have paint and grease all over you!" She turned to Sherri, "Aren't they disgusting? Even the construction workers are cleaner!" "Mmm-hmmm!" Sherri heartily agreed, "I'd much rather have THEM kiss my boobs than..." She started squealing and laughing as Sara grabbed her and Amanda lifted her shirt and began licking and mauling her breasts. Grinning, Brenda started working on her from the other direction. "Aren't you gonna do something?" Celeste leaned on me, "How can you let them carry on like this?" Somehow the buttons on her blouse had become undone and, after careful scrutiny, I decided her boobs do look a little red. I did the only thing possible - I began trying to make the rest of her body just as flushed. By the time the boat stopped, we were all quite filthy, not to mention depraved and disgusting. I had taken them further up the lake to show Sherri a bit of the sights and sailed back to drop anchor at Lover's Rock. Sara cheerfully demonstrated the Lovers' pose by winding a leg on mine and sliding her body against me. Then they practiced their lewdness by trying to improve on it. Then Brenda insisted on a reenactment of our last encounter there which had left her unconscious, which subsequently was also lewdly improved on. Finally, after a reviving and refreshing swim we started dinner - the restaurant had supplied caesar, macaroni and potato salads along with chili and marinated steaks which I grilled on the ship's BBQ. We crowded around the little LCD screen to watch Jules' footage of the construction, using the camcorder I had picked up on the weekend. "This is really good!" Celeste enthused, "I could have used this BEFORE we started building too! It would be great for establishing lines of sight and angular disportments!" "Oh excellent!" Jules was thrilled, "More write-offs!" Then she said, "You know, because the FAA designates ultralights as non-commercial vehicles, and because their record is so clean, the insurance on them is cheaper than cars!" "If they're so good and cheap, how come everybody's not flying one!" "Probably because you'll need room to land and takeoff; and also they're too noisy for most neighborhoods. Don't forget the fear of heights. There's also this fact that most people can barely manage driving, which is two-dimensional on very clearly marked areas, whereas flying is three in virtually unpoliced skies. "Oh and on the subject of flying..." Jules smiled and showed us some brochures of small airplanes. "Because of a simple banner at Amanda's race last week, Max now has weeks of work lined up. And we've decided to put our sign on the parachute of the PPC - but that restricts us to this immediate area. So Bren and I, we started thinking about something with more speed and coverage..." Jules looked softly at me, "That was what we 'discussed' with James this morning. He, er, 'agreed', that we should get a plane, but one we can use on the lake too." "Yes!" Amanda grinned and pumped a fist in the air. "We're sticking with ultralights because these are the only ones we can legally fly until we are 17." Jules held up a pamphlet, "This first plane is light and strong because the motor, wing and tail all mount on a straight metal boom with the cabin slung underneath, a very practical design. This second one has the engine behind the cabin, in a pusher configuration. It needs more supports but saves weight with a smaller elevator and rudder because the stream from the propeller blows directly across them. Also the weight distribution is more optimal and it's safer for people on the ground because the propeller's out of the way. Both these types are simply land planes with pontoons replacing the wheels. So you'd have to switch to go from one to the other." JulieAnn allowed us time to look at the brochures, then Brenda held up another picture, grinning at our exclamations. "Yep, that's what it did to us too!" It was sleek and sexy and looked like what a high-performing seaplane ought to look; a pusher engine tucked in behind a streamlined pod with a V-hull, complete with outriggers at the tip of the wings. "That's clever," Amanda pointed, "These steps into the cockpit are also strakes!" "It's got wheels too!" Sherri noted. "Yep," Brenda continued, "Semi-retractable landing gears, two 8" in front and a 6" steerable in the tail. This plane has been designed as a full amphibian, meaning you can land and take from either water or land, at will. Its Canadian manufacturer calls it the Sea Sprite." "What makes this different from regular seaplanes?" Celeste asked. "Although ultralights have strict restrictions, there is a grey area for seaplanes and amphibians. I looked it up when we were researching the PPC." Jules answered, "The FAR103 regulations permit an unspecified weight allowance for flotation and other necessary, quote-unquote, attachments for seaplanes. In addition, they've relaxed pretty much everything as long as it is necessary for the safe operation of the plane! This allows us to have a fully enclosed fiberglass cockpit and full aircraft instrumentation." Brenda picked up, "So, to answer your question, there is NO difference between the Sea Sprite and a regular small 2-seater seaplane, even comes with dual controls. In Canada this is already certified as both an ultralight and a sport-amphibian so we can bring it in no problem. We can even order it with a backup wing tank to double the range to 500 miles. But we have to watch the weight - it only has a 550lb useable load limit..." "So James can't fly in it!" Amanda snickered. I grabbed her and sat on her. "It IS a consideration - with 2 on board, it'll leave about 300lb; a full load of fuel will be another 160lbs so that leaves like a hundred forty pounds for everything else... Still, it's not bad for a little 30 foot plane with a 100hp motor!" Brenda concluded. "And, look at this, this little opening in the wing contains a BRS - Ballistic Recovery System. Which basically is a huge mother of a parachute," Jules' eyes glowed, "Yep, a parachute for the whole freaking plane and everything in it! Safe or what, huh?" "So, are we all agreed on the Sea Sprite?" We nodded. "Now the caveats. For us to operate this, the pilot must hold the BFI, or Basic Flight Instructors license; the take off and landing distances for these planes are longer - about 500 feet, but we have 10 miles of lake we can use here." Jules paused, "And, finally, because of its features, the SeaSprite costs more than the others. I had planned on spending the price of a new car for the plane but now it'll be one-and-a-half new cars." she sighed, "I'll kick in my car, I guess." "You can take half of mine." Brenda offered. "Since when were you getting a car?" I ask. "Since I was promoted to assistant manager." Brenda sniffed, adding, "YOU got one!" "I only got a USED car!" "Well, OK, I'll contribute my used car! Happy?" Brenda sneered, "See if _I_ let you in my plane, hah!" "James," Amanda said from under my thigh, "Can Sara and I buy one too? We'll throw in our cars." "Sorry, I used yours for the PPC! Ouch!" as she impressed my ass with her teeth. "You can have my car." Sherri offered, "If I get one, that is..." "Of course you get one!" Amanda squirmed out from under me and hugged Sherri, "Then we can fly when they drive!" She looked at me, "Don't you find it extremely weird that I could race boats, fly planes and STILL can't drive?" "That's because nobody expected you to WANT to! Most kids your age are interested only in TV and Barbie dolls!" "Yeah," She nodded slowly, "But then most kids my age would have enough sense not to let known sex perverts in their houses..." she turned to Sherri, "Did I tell you how I was attacked and cruelly used by the heartless brute here?" "Quite a few times," Sherri smiled, "If we're talking about the person you are heads-over-heels in love with!" "You!" Amanda yelled, "Whose side are you on? Wait till he beats you black and blue and you come running to me!" "He does already," she sighed, "With a hairbrush..." her hand crept into mine. "James," Brenda said, "If I was a bad girl, will you beat me with a hairbrush?" "Depends," I said, "When you're good, you're good. But sometimes, when you're bad, you're VERY good!" "Really?" She grinned, then seriously, "Oh, I mean, if, if I kinda drove your car without asking you, would I be hairbrushed?" She looked anxiously at me. "No," I sighed, "Because if I did, I'll have to whup Jules too. Right?" They nodded, looking somewhat disappointed. "See?" Brenda said to Jules, "I told you you can't get hairbrushed for the same thing twice! It's called Double Jeopardy!" She finished smugly. "But keep working at it," I suggested, "I'm sure one of these days I'll have to use the hairbrush on both of you." They nodded solemnly and their eyes glowed. "James, Master..." Celeste whispered in my ear, "Can we go back now?" she licked it, "Sherri and I have business to attend to..." Sherri's hand left mine and crept into Celeste's. I sighed as I weighed anchor and took us back to the Eyrie. They disappeared upstairs, leaving Jules to help me clean up. "How is the money holding out?" I asked, "We are spending an awful lot it seems." "We're doing fine," Jules smiled, "We still have the core JamPC Funds invested and the bulk of Gaston's shares from years ago is still in place. Nicole's wangled and leveraged much of the capital for the new companies we're buying. There's this one company, their shares have split four times in the last twenty years and it hasn't slowed! Gaston must've known something about them, he bought big at the initial offering - at bargain basement prices too!" she laughed, "That's how I noticed it, their dividend cheque is now bigger than what Gaston spent on the shares!" "Computers?" "Strangely, no!" Jules laughed again, "Commercial Electrics is into manufacturing. Industrial Power Units is how they describe it. That's why Nicole is checking them out. We'll know more when she gets back this Friday. "And James, don't worry about Amanda's plane, if she needs one, get one. Peter was very pleased with her work, apparently we've saved them millions already, so we've made some adjustments to the contract." She grinned, "About 3 planes' worth so far!" "Oh good! They sent us another!" I described briefly their latest problem boat. "We ought to be able to find a good answer to their grief. We've got a way to determine a boat's performance much quicker and more accurately than them." "The blowjob detector?" "Yeah!" We laughed, "Their own results from the first boat were actually 2 inches off and it wasn't balanced well. So it's safe to say they know they need us!" She started piling cartons of groceries on me - bread, jam, spread, TV Dinners and about a ton of pasta. "How are you gonna finish so much pasta!" I groaned under the load. "They're SO cute! Did you know they have wheels, shells, bow ties, sheets, tubes and, like twelve different kinds of straight noodles? And in different colors too! So we got three packs of each." She saw my look, "Oh, don't worry, Sara's gonna cook us a batch tomorrow and we'll just return what she doesn't use up! The rest of the time, we'll probably eat at the restaurant. They're just thrilled we are bringing in so much business." They were all seated the dinner table, Sara and Amanda and the manuals were at one end and Celeste and Sherri with THEIR notes occupied the other. Brenda was between them with the laptop and was having an animated discussion with Celeste about the building. Amanda looked up and grinned at us, "We figured out the scoop problem! Actually Brenda did, so we'll let her explain it." When Brenda did not break off her conversation with Celeste, Amanda grabbed her face and aimed it at me. "Tell James about the scoop!" She demanded. "Huh?" Brenda blinked, "Oh, er..." Her voice became a squeak when Celeste leaned over and stuck a tongue inside her ear. "Honey, we were talking about the office space, now..." she was cut off as Brenda squeaked again, this time from Amanda's tongue in the other ear. Celeste humphed and decided to balance out the tongue-in-ear equation. For added emphasis, her hand slipped under Brenda's top and over a breast. Brenda squirmed and squeaked and moaned weakly. Sara leaned over and started kissing her. Then her hands disappeared inside Brenda's top as well. Jules was watching, eyes gleaming. She smiled at me, "'Scuse please." and slipped under the table. Brenda's eye opened wide and she started wheezing and thrashing, held firmly in place by at least three pairs of hands. I kissed a raptly attentive Sherri, "How's it going?" She pushed my face away so she could watch Brenda's torment. "Wow!" She said shakily, "Look at that! Er, it looks kinda fun..." "Are you saying you'd like to participate?" "Mmmm, no... I kinda mean I want YOU to do those things to me..." She smiled shyly at me, stood and kissed me. She took my hand and led me out to the patio. I put my arm around her shoulders and she sighed against me. "Look at that view..." "There is nothing like the sunsets here." "The sunrises are pretty amazing too!" She smiled and pulled me down to the pad. She laid on top of me and wrapped her legs around mine. "It's just starting to sink in," She said as she licked and kissed my face, "What you mean by 'do anything with each other'," punctuated with more tender kisses. She squirmed softly on me. "Mmmm, hold me, James..." and sighed as my hands stroked her back. "I think that's why girls want teddy bears - so they can do this..." She bit my nose and lips, "Mmmm, ohhh - but teddy bears definitely don't do THAT!" she moaned softly, "I think though that first you should take my jeans off..." We rolled around and finally got our clothes off. I hugged her soft warm body close and kissed her. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly when I started moving down her body. I licked down her neck and kissed along her tan lines. Her breasts quivered as I lapped around them and up their sides, the nipples bunching as I nursed on them. I bit one and she moaned, her legs flexing and she reached down for my cock, turning my body around with a desperate grip. She moved us until she could reach my erection with a kiss. I gave her little pussy a soft lick and she froze, "Oh, ah, ah James... Ahh, ahhh!" Thus encouraged, I gave her a more thorough going over as she breathed and moaned around my hardness. "Ohhh, James, I can't do you if you keep that up!" "It's OK." I murmured into her moist hole, as she allowed me to part her legs and tease open her soft petals. She was hot and wet and very tight, but my tongue slid in smoothly as she grunted approvingly into my groin. Her hand could only make shaky strokes on me as I paid loving tribute to her womanhood. Her legs wrapped themselves about my head and she shook and moaned. "James..." She groaned urgently, "S-stop! I need to bite something!" I managed to twist out of the way as she sank her teeth into my thigh. We slumped back panting and grunting into each other. "Oh, poor baby!" Cried Sherri after she opened her eyes and saw the circle her teeth had left on my quads. She started kissing me and her hand went back to my cock. "You don't have to..." I said halfheartedly as her mouth traveled up the shaft. "No, James, I HAVE to!" She smiled and enfolded me in her mouth. I sighed and humped and grunted until I could provide Sherri with my offering. She took my hand and skipped into the house. The girls were again working at the table, with somewhat fewer pieces of clothing on. Sherri planted her little ass on Amanda's lap, facing her. Then, leaning forward, she took Amanda's face and tongue kissed her. She pulled back and slid over to the empty space a grinning Sara had prepared and they shared. Sherri made the full tour, ending with her face locked on JulieAnn's. She smiled tenderly at me as I hastily slid into the next seat. Jules smiled at us, keeping Sherri on her, "James, excuse us but I haven't introduced myself properly to Sherri..." they kissed softly. "Hello Sherri, my new sister, welcome to the family..." ============= (C) Copyright 2002. M.C. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. 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