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   James Part IX.  Soaring Visions

   Chapter 58

   "Look!" Brenda whispered, pointing to the dozen sleek white birds
feeding in the reed bed as we drifted past a small bay.  She had wanted to
explore some of the inlets along the rugged eastern shore of the lake,
north of Sunset Cove.  So after provisioning the canoe with essentials, we
had set off in the crisp morning air, with Brenda nestled against my shins
as I guided the sleek craft in the still water.

   "And there!" She pointed upwards, where more of the large birds were
gliding in to feed.  With much squawking and flapping of wings, these
four-foot tall birds with the long legs sorted themselves out in their
domains and gradually calm descended.

   "What are they?" She whispered in awe as they high stepped through the
shallow water, peering intently in the murky water with their heads cocked
at an angle.  "Oooh!" She cried as one stabbed into the water and
resurfaced with a fish through its sharp foot-long beak.  With a deft flick
of its head, it flipped the fish in the air and swallowed it head first.

   "These are Giant Egrets, didn't you read the literature at the Ranger
Station?"

   "They had literature there?" Brenda mulled, "I guess I was too busy
admiring their biceps and tattoos.  But you'll be kind enough to edify and
illuminate me, won't you?"

   "I'll try, but I was kinda busy staring at you." Brenda smiled and
reached back to stroke my face.  "They used to be called the American
Heron, and range all the way from Massachusetts to Mexico.  They, and the
smaller Snowy Egrets were hunted almost to extinction because of their
beautiful plumage."

   "You're so clever!" She sighed, running her hand over my thigh, "No
wonder I'm so in love with you!" We watched them for a while longer before
moving on.

   "Remember Kelly?" She suddenly asked.  "She sent me email and she sounds
down."

   "Problems?"

   "Personal ones." Brenda sighed, "She feels the emptiness but doesn't
know what's causing it."

   "Does she have anyone close to her?"

   "I don't think so.  Maybe Todd."

   "They're business partners, aren't they?"

   "Yeah, and so immersed in their work that they can't see the obvious."

   "Which is...?"

   "That they are right for each other - not just from a business sense;
much, much more than that.

   "As in love?"

   "Yeah, they're like two racers barrelling towards the finish, oblivious
to their surroundings.  One day they'll look around and find that they are
BOTH after the same goal, that they can get there faster by doing it as a
team." She leaned on my knee, "That would be beautiful..." A pause, "Maybe
I can talk with her when she goes to Regan's later this week..."

   "Will things be OK for you at Chuck's?"

   "Mmmm, quite..." She hugged my knee.  "They are such GOOD people!"
Another sigh, "Poor Anna, who's had to put up with so much, so young.  I'm
glad she has had the chance to see Deanna and talk to her, however
briefly..."

   "She seemed to be her own sweet self yesterday..."

   "Hmmm, yeah, but probably part of it is shock.  We'll give her a couple
of days to digest the facts...  Then there's Chuck, even though he puts
everybody through hell, I think he suffers more than any of them..."
Brenda's eyes grew distant.

   "You really feel for him, don't you?"

   "Yeah, he's all soft inside, but works hard at hiding it - to the point
of being cruel and uncaring." She gripped my knee, "It tears him apart
thinking he drove Deanna away..."

   "But...?"

   "But he can't admit it - even to himself, that he'd been wrong with
Deanna, that there's no way she would ever do the things he'd accused her
of..." Brenda shook her head, "And Deanna, she's more ashamed that she
can't live up to her image of her father than any wrong-doings...  They're
both so mule-headed!" She shook her head in silence, "It seems the more
they care for or love somebody, they more they are driven to hurt them by
being demanding and aloof."

   Silently, we drifted by a few more small bays, which were weed choked
and too small for anything but ducks.  We were slowly approaching the two
large rivers which jointly fed the lake.

   "Why then does Chuck get along so well with you and Sara?" I mused.

   "That's interesting, isn't it?  I think in Sara's case, it's because she
stood up to him and made him realize her strengths right from the start. 
With me, it's more like I represent the group and he sees me as a good
friend for Anna..." Then she added, "And somewhat useful to Regans from a
business point of view."

   "Is that all?  There must be more - he was gloating every time he talked
about you!"

   "Well, I sorta showed him a different way to design a boat..."

   "You did, huh?  How did you come up with that?"

   "Well, when you think about it, it's simple.  Boats spend most of their
useful life on their aft end.  Yet after talking to R&D, I realized that
everyone designs boats from the FRONT first, then painfully adjusted the
back half to allow for performance at speed!  Just doesn't make sense!" She
shook her head, "So I just plugged in numbers starting from when the boat
is going at a theoretical maximum speed and worked backwards, or forwards,
or whatever.

   "Turns out Ernst Mach, the guy who first measured the speed of sound,
had already developed a lot of the maths for calculating vectors and
displacement geometries.  Of course I NEEDED the experience and the brains
at Regan to fill in the rest of the blanks, but I had no doubt from the
start it was a do-able thing."

   "But you must have had a tough time convincing Chuck!"

   "Hardly!" She laughed, "I sort of sneaked it past him - he thought I was
throwing a party for his boys to try and sell a corporate re-org!  By the
time I dropped the bomb he was committed and had to listen to it.  But he
caught onto the idea within the first ten minutes, and has been nothing but
super-supportive..." She sighed, and softly, "I love that grand old man of
the sea..."

   After a while she continued, "However he DID raise some interesting
questions though!  At the meeting, he asked about the torque curves and now
thinking about it, I realize that I should have based the calculations on
THAT instead of just incrementing the rpm by fixed amounts.  Since torque
is an index of the engine's ability to accelerate, we should be able to get
smoother performance by designing the hull to match that..." She started
drumming her fingers on my legs, "Mmm, need to transpose and rotate the
axis, invert the scale, or differentiate...  Then static resistance... 
Hmmm, and more..."

   She sighed and continued, "Chuck was also concerned about the modeling
and mock up process - and he's got a point.  Right now, the testing is done
using full or 2/3-size models; any smaller the results are unreliable. 
Then they have to place weights to match the expected loads.  All in all,
it takes days to set up the model to run the tests and usually they have to
repeat this up to 4 times before they have a usable design.  Occasionally,
something slips through and the process has to be repeated again.  That's
why new designs are years in development and even longer before
introduction.

   "Then there are the times when they try and shortcut the process and end
up with a monumental mess like Peter's Gyro 2!  The Monster Cuddy design
was quite brilliant - they built upwards and kept a relatively small and
clean footprint; then they found out what worked at 60mph was a disaster in
the making at 80!" She shook her head, "Goes to show how far behind the
times the boating industry is!" A pause, "Hmmm, James, do you realize we've
been at this same spot for quite a while?"

   "That's because the current keeps pushing us back..."

   "Why didn't you tell me?  I thought there must be something worth
looking at here!"

   "There is!"

   "What?  Where?"

   "Your nipples - I love the way they get all hard and stand up when
you're excited!"

   "Oh...!" She leaned her head back and smiled at me, then she arched back
to hug my waist, "Are they?  Can you tell from that far away?"

   "It's amazing what these space-age fabrics can handle!" I sighed as I
stared at the twin missiles making ferocious dents in her tank-top, "Plain
cotton would've been torn by now."

   Carefully she squirmed around and, crouching between my feet, worked her
top over her head.  "There!  Is this better?" She rubbed them against my
knees, and we watched as her rubbery nubbins drew sparks on me.  Her eyes
closed and she hummed happily.  Then she looked up at me, a soft smile on
her face.  "Talking about hard and standing up...  Is there something else
you'd like me to do - seeing as I'm on my knees already?"

   I handed her the dripping paddle, "Yes, hold this while I get us
ashore." I leered at her lovely treasures, "I want to perform a detailed
and complete reinventory of our holdings."

   "Oh really?"

   "Yes, quite obviously you have seriously under-represented your assets."
I gave them a gentle squeeze, "We'll need a thorough investigation...  Even
more thorough than last time!"

   "Oh no!" Brenda looked stricken, whispering, "I-I might as well own up
now - I've been dipping in the deposit box!  Sometimes as many as TWO
fingers..." She looked very repentant and licked her lips.  "But if I throw
myself at the mercy of the court, can I work it off?  Some sort of
community service, perhaps?" She reached for the mounting evidence in my
pants and I had to stop her before she could make a mess of my briefs.

   The current had pushed us against a thick reed bed along the shore.  I
stepped overboard in the thigh high water and guided the boat into a
channel running through the shoulder-high catgrass.  Brenda stretched out,
sunning herself and softly stroking her breasts.

   "Hey, no playing with the merchandise!  You break 'em, you've bought
them!"

   "Hmmmm..." She licked her fingers and tweaked her nipples, "I'm just
polishing the display so my boss knows what a willing and hard worker I
am..." Sighing, she leaned back as she continued polishing.

   The channel had been created when the river was blocked off by an
ancient rock fall.  Over time, the water had worked a small opening and a
steady stream poured over a small, 5 feet high cascade.  The force of the
water had cleared the area of plants and swept the sand and silt to form a
secluded beach.  I tied up on a large piece of driftwood and turned to
watch Brenda come ashore with the paddles and the sunpad, all smiles and
jiggles.

   "Mmmm, this is NICE!" Brenda said as she looked around.  I followed her
with the backpack containing our provisions when suddenly she dropped the
cushions and turned to hug me.  My pack followed them to the sand as our
lips and tongues met, slowly and tenderly.  I stroked her red curls and
smooth back.  Her breasts burned on my chest.

   Her breathing became more urgent as I slipped my hands inside her bikini
bottoms and roamed the firm flesh there.  "Oh, oh, uh, oh god!" She moaned
on my neck as I found her wetness and stroked a soft finger in her.  She
held my ass and ground her crotch on me as she shook and kissed my neck. 
"Oh yeah!  Yeah...  Mmmm...  That's so good!" She sighed against me, she
clung on, shaking, "But I want you in me now!"

   With a moan she tore away and skimmed out of her panties and laid down
on the pad, "C'mon babe, don't make me wait!  I need you bad!" I flung my
shorts off and knelt between her thighs.  She raised her knees and her bush
was matted with moisture.

   "Ughhh!" I groaned at the incredible feeling of her sex.

   "God yesssss...!" She sighed, nails on my ass to urge me on as I made
slow progress with gentle strokes, drowning in the exquisite tenderness.

   Her cunt felt so tight that I was holding back, afraid of hurting her.
"C'mon honey, let me FEEL you!" She breathed and rolled us over, dropping
her body on me and forcing me deep.  "Arrrgh!" Eyes closed tightly she
gripped me with her arms and legs.  "S-so good!  Almost forgot how good you
feel!" Brenda nibbled my lips and worked her burning sheath around my cock.

   "Mmmm, yes, good...  Mmmm...  Ahhh, fuck me like this..." She made a
throaty whistling sound and started shaking.  "Babe, oh babe!" Her lips
found mine and she stuck her wildly lashing tongue in me.  Her shivering
slowed and she laid panting on me.  "So full!" She murmured, "I can feel
you everywhere!"

   Slowly she started moving again, her hips making circles, rubbing her
groin against me.  Then she started making short hard strokes, grinding her
clitoris against my body.  Eyes still closed tightly, she moaned as a
series of tremors overtook her body.  Her cunt squeezed me and I added my
motion to hers, driving my orgasm.  I grabbed her ass and helped her move
her body on me as I joined her in crying our passion.  Sweat bathed our
bodies as she collapsed on me.

   "Hmmm, I love holding you, and feeling you..." Brenda whispered, licking
a drop of sweat off my neck, "I love YOU!" She started squirming her cunt
against me and my cock slipped out.

   "Oh shoot!  Sorry!" She sighed, "I just can't get enough of you - you
make me so damned hot!"

   "You sure it's me and not the sun?"

   "Mmmm, that too...  I should move before my back gets fried." She said
but resumed her licking on my neck and face.

   I rolled her off and picked her up in my arms.  "Where are you taking
me?" She waved her feet and grinned, "Am I 'Cash and Carry?'"

   "I wish!" I sighed as I waded into the stream, "But you're too
expensive!" I kissed her and dropped her in.

   "Hey!" She sputtered and shook water from her face, "What was that for?"

   "I'm hoping that I'll get a discount now that there's water-damage!"

   "Not a chance sweetie.  This chassis--" She hefted her chest, "--is
waterproof and rustproof!"

   Together we explored the water hole under the waterfall where a cool
refreshing stream washed over us.  She held on to me and kissed me softly.
I bit her nose and she hugged herself to me.  Brenda looked up, smiling,
"Maybe we can put you on the lease to own plan...  99 more deposits and
she's all yours!"

   "Can I make more than one deposit per day?"

   "Mm-hmm, for sure!  But later!  I need to talk to you serious-like
first..." She tugged me back on the beach and laid down next to me.

   "I want you to help me think through the modeling cycle.  It takes days,
and the results are nowhere near what can be considered conclusive." Brenda
lamented.

   "What's the problem with using smaller models?" I asked.

   "The vortex shape, planing geometry and flotation characteristics are
unusable under 70%-scale...  Unlike air, water is non-compressible so its
density remains the same..." She drifted off, drumming her fingers
thoughtfully on me.

   "But didn't you say that a body travelling through water behaves like a
similar object in air, just proportionally smaller because of..."

   "Viscosity!  Yes!" Brenda gripped me in excitement, "So that means that
if we can find a liquid that's got a Kinematic Viscosity double that of
water.  Then we can build models half scale or even smaller!"

   "Why hadn't somebody else do this before?"

   "Hmmm, probably they did, but its uses are limited because the scale
models would not indicate turbulence factors, since the higher density
medium would mask out any vortex interaction..." She suddenly grinned, "But
since we started with a non-turbulent hull, we don't need to worry about
that as much!  We'd probably need to make a full-size test run, this time -
but that's just to verify and refine our hypotheses!" Breathlessly she
pulled me up, "Honey, do you mind if we head back now?  I want to get them
started on this at Regan's."

   We got dressed, packed our gear and loaded it into the canoe.  Brenda
held me tightly, "But promise you'll bring me back here OK?" She looked
around and kissed me softly, "It's really lovely here but I'm too pumped to
appreciate it now."

   The trip back to the house was accomplished in much less time, the
current and Brenda's frenetic paddling hurrying us along.

   "How small do you think we make the models?" I asked as we trudged with
our backpack up the stairs.

   "Hmmm, if memory serves, there are some glycols that should get us down
to 1/3-scale...  Why?"

   "Because Commercial Electrics has a division that manufactures something
called 3D-Laser-Sintering, which is a high-speed prototyping system..." We
stopped at the edge of the patio, where a certain member of the board was
sitting cross-legged under a wide brim straw hat, wearing a smile and
nothing else.

   "Ah, madam!" I exclaimed, "Glad to find you in your office!" We sat next
to her and shared kisses.  "And in you glorious power-suit too!"

   "Hmm, quite..." She cast a critical eye over her body, "Do you think
it's a bit too...  conservative?" She started laughing as we eased her down
so we could better check out the cut.

   "Oh no!" I protested, "I find the lines quite complimenting!  Especially
the way it emphasizes your chest!" I reached down to illustrate.

   Brenda leaned down, "Look honey, you seem to have some chocolate on your
blouse.  Let me try to get it off..." She dipped her head down as Nicole
let out a soft moan.

   "Ooooh!  I don't know what came over me, I got all clumsy...  Ahhhh! 
T-there's a-another spot on the o-other side too!"

   Brenda switched as Nicole happily gurgled her gratitude.  I bent and
gave the original spot a lick, which was resembling a ripe strawberry by
now, and just as delicious.

   Brenda slipped down, trailing kisses on Nicole's smooth body and dipped
her face between her legs.  "Oh god...!" Nicole breathed, allowing Brenda
to part them.  I gently scraped the spot with my teeth; Nicole moaned,
grabbed my hair and forced my face into her soft flesh.

   "Hmmm," Brenda looked up, mouth glistening and eyes shining, "Tastes
like you've just sent this to the cleaners...  Who?" She dove down again.

   "Ahhh, ahhhh...  Jules...  and Sara...  Ahhhh!" Nicole shivered and held
our faces to her, "...and Sherri...  and Celeste...  and Amanda...  too!"

   "Wow, you sure made the rounds...  Bet you're ready for the DEEP
cleaning now!" Brenda grinned as she put my hand on Nicole's sex, "Here,
keep her warm."

   Brenda leaned over, pulled my shorts off and slid her warm mouth over
me, swiping her tongue over me until I was throbbing.  She helped me roll
on top and I slipped into Nicole's soft, heated depths.

   "Ohhhhh!" For long moments we just held each other, shivering in the
incredible closeness of our joining.

   Brenda stroked us.  "Enjoy..." She kissed us tenderly and went inside. I
began making long slow strokes into Nicole's furnace-like depths.  Her eyes
closed and she started moaning, adding her own little twists to caress her
sweat-slicked flesh on mine.

   "Uhnnn...  uhhh!" She sighed and shivered, as I groaned in my pleasure.
"Ohhh, mmmm, come, my dearest...  Take me there, my knight, my sweet
love..." She bit my lip and held me hard against her and squeezed me in her
tight quivering channel.  My sperm burned out as we shook in our throes,
clinging to each other and groaning in mindless passion.

   "Mmmm, what a delightful brute..." Nicole stroked the sweat from my
hair, "So full, so amazingly full...  Hmmm..." She sighed and kissed my
ear, then looked around, "Er, where's the darling girl gone?" She turned to
the house and bellowed, "Brenda!  Get your sexy ass out here!"

   "Yes dear?"

   Nicole opened her arms and pulled her down for a long kiss, "Mmmm, you
ran out on me, you heartless thing!" Nicole ran a soft hand up Brenda's
thigh, helping her slip her bikini bottoms down, "I want to make sure I get
to say goodbye properly..." And replaced it with her hand.

   "I'm not leaving till Thursday - we still have tomorrow!" Brenda
giggled, a little shakily.

   "Mmm, not really; I'm leaving later today..." Nicole pulled her down and
hugged us to her, "I have my studies and business to attend to...  Then I
want to talk to Sherri's parents about school and get Erin's friend's
parents to sign some forms for Todd and Kelly.  Besides," She sighed, "If I
stayed here much longer, I wouldn't want to leave." She closed her eyes,
"What an lovely paradise we've created for ourselves here..."

   Brenda tickled Nicole's stomach and grinned, "Let's not forget about
communing with tarantulas and black flies!"

   "Not to mention the foot-long centipedes!" I reminded them.

   "Arrgggh!" Nicole squeezed her eyes shut, "No more!  Don't ever mention
them again!" She shivered delightfully.

   I stroked her cheek and kissed her nose, "When will you be back?  We all
miss you...  I'll miss you..." We shared a soft kiss, "Maybe you'll allow
me to come a-courting?"

   She looked at me softly, "Yes, I'd like that.  You always make me feel
so loved.  Take me out to town..." She stretched and squirmed, "Or just
TAKE me..." She rolled me off her, "Keep the young lady company, James, I'm
going to renew acquaintances." She turned her body around and, after giving
my shrunken cock a quick kiss, settled her mouth on Brenda's cunt.

   "Ohhh!  Ahh!" Brenda cried and clutched me to her, "Ahh, hon!  God,
you're great...  Ahh, ahh..." In 3 seconds she was humping and crying in my
arms, her breasts attacking my chest.  Blindly she reached for Nicole,
"Honey, let me touch you!"

   "No sweetie, I'm rubbed raw already!" Nicole giggled and dropped back
down to her task.  With a moan Brenda crushed my lips to hers, driving her
tongue in my mouth in time with the tender treatment she was getting, which
Nicole also demonstrated by caresses on my cock.

   Nicole took her time, keeping Brenda in a delicious squirming state. 
Her flaming hair was pasted to her face and her breasts glowed with need
and desire.

   "P-please Nikki, please..." She sighed, "You're killing me!  Please..."
She gasped as Nicole reapplied her lips in earnest.  "Ahhhh, close... 
Ssssso close!" Brenda cried.

   Suddenly Nicole pulled back, "Oh look, his chubbiness is hard again!"

   Frantically Brenda jumped on my erection and rode me as she cried to a
wild orgasm, she flopped on me and shook to a series of little climaxes. 
"Mmmm, love your big hard thing..." She leaned on me, making little nudges
on my hardness.

   Nicole came up and kissed us, "Feeling good?" She glinted, "Ohh dear! 
Poor baby is getting burned!" She kissed Brenda's shoulders, picked up a
tube of cream and started applying it on her.  Nicole giggled, "Your
freckles are SO cute!  Like a chocolate-chip angel food cake..." She
started kissing them, making Brenda hump and writhe on me in a most
delightful way.  Soon Brenda started moaning as I fucked up into her
tightness and Nicole traced down her back, playing connect-the-dots with
her tongue.

   "Ohh, ohhh, ohhh god!" Brenda arched herself on me and splayed her legs
wide to force me all the way in.  "Uhgnnnn, ugh, ughh." She shook and
whipped her fiery curls about.

   "Wow!  Look at this BIG freckle!" Nicole exclaimed, "Mmmmmmm!"

   "Eeee!  Arrrgh!  N-nooooo..." Brenda screamed and her nails tore into my
pecs.  She shook uncontrollably and ground herself on me as Nicole lapped
noisily between Brenda's quivering ass.

   "N-no more...  No more!' Brenda whined breathlessly, still shaking and
exploding with shivers.

   "No, stop!" She cried when I started moving in her, quickly climbing off
me, "S-sorry, too much...  No more...  Hmmm..." She curled up on me and
started snoring.

   Nicole tested my pounding erection with a finger, "This is never going
away on its own, is it?" She glinted, then she sighed, "Just call me Nikki,
easy in any language!" She lowered her mouth.





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