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   James Part IX.  Soaring Visions

   James67 Saturday

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   "Where're you taking us?" I asked, as Celeste banked the plane past the
airfield.

   "I want to get an overflight of some of the historical structures that
we may want to work on." She leaned over and pecked me, "You understand I'm
explaining this as a simple courtesy, right?" She grinned and smacked her
lips, "As a duly licensed instructor and the PIC of this particular flight,
I am the absolute and supreme leader, and therefore, am under no obligation
to explain my every move."

   "Aye, aye, my lovely tyrant.  It's just that I want to remind my goddess
that there's no food on board and soon I'm likely to be feeling a mite,
um...  peckish."

   "Peck this...!" She laughed as she pointed between her open legs, then
slapped my hand away, "Hey, no touching!  I'm in command here!" She stroked
my hair, "And I want you to know, in case you misunderstood my rather
undignified carryings-on previously, I was at all times in total control of
myself." She giggled and tolerated my kisses along her arm, "Despite what
my loud screams might suggest to the contrary!" She sighed as I leaned to
nuzzle her neck, "A-and just because I get a-all shaky doesn't mmm-mean you
should take liberties...  Oooh!" She arched her breasts into my hand.

   The flight during next few minutes was somewhat unsteady, as the pilot
seemed distracted from her usual competence behind the stick.  Celeste
pulled back and looked softly at me, "What you do to me...!" With a soft
kiss, "But let me get my head on straight and do some work..."

   Celeste paralleled us to the landward side of the island where old
houses on acre-sized forested lots looked out into the sound and what would
be glorious sunsets.

   "This is the pride and joy of the island, most of these houses were
built in the mid nineteenth century.  Back then, they were almost
completely built with something called tabby, a mixture of pulverized
oyster shells, lime and sand, sometimes clay.  It's an early form of
non-hydraulic cement which used locally available materials and the
abundance of limestone which was a by-product of the first goldrush
upstate."

   "Why couldn't they use stone or wood?"

   "It's a matter of the cost of transportation, even less practical out to
these islands.  Although there's documentation that the Spanish used tabby
here in the 16th century, it wasn't until the 1830's that standards were
established which combined existing building practices with English
building codes.  They made bricks out of it and developed removable wooden
wall-forms, into which the tabby slurry could be poured for curing.

   "With only a third of the strength of Portland cement, tabby walls had
to be a minimum of 20" thick at the base, but they learned to 'scraw';
using progressively thinner walls as the building went up in height, to
lighten the load on the base, as well as to economize on material.  With
some buildings, the walls under the roof were less than 10" thick.

   "The main problem is that tabby walls are subject to rapid water
deterioration, especially when scoured by the humid salt-laden winds here.
So two, sometimes three layers of stucco had to be applied with annual
re-application of that or lime-wash as sealant." Celeste pointed out
structures with huge bare patches on the walls where Portland cement had
been applied, with varying success.  "And even with modern building
materials, it isn't a sure-fire thing."

   The Southern end of "Millionaire's Retreat" consisted of relatively new
buildings and Celeste circled us back past the silver-grey tabby buildings.
"With the abolition of slavery, and its cheap source of labor, many of
these buildings fell into disrepair, particularly the ones along the windy
Southern shore.  Once broached, tabby begins an irreversible path to
destruction, starting with cracks along pour lines and openings, which
exposes even more of the material to the elements.  The only examples that
are in good repair, like these here, have wooden subframes and good slate
or copper sheathing for weather protection, and even they have to be
constantly renewed or replaced.

   "Recent advances have helped, like low-abrasion cleaning processes and
semi-permeable surface coatings.  Still, fewer than 2% of these building
remain inhabitable - and that's why it's important to preserve them while
we can.

   "But why should Al give us the deal, you ask?" She said as she turned us
back to the airstrip and gave me a wide grin, "Well, it so happens that I
have access to technology nobody in the industry has!

   "Remember CE's miracle metal, and their strategic partners?  Well, with
Nicole's help, I have an exclusive contract with them in the construction
industry, starting with, of all things, nails!  Yep, the lowly nail, but
worth millions of tons each year.  PhaseMetal, besides being incredibly
strong, is also corrosion proof and has a negligible coefficient of
expansion.  Best of all, unlike stainless steel, it can be extruded and
cold-drawn like steel, but at an even lower temperature.  So, despite its
hefty price per pound, we can be competitive with high-chromium fasteners
because of the low production costs and we can substitute a slimmer gage
for equal strength."

   We got clearance for landing and Celeste guided us down with studied
ease.  She jumped down as the airport crew came up, eagerly helpful.  She
took my hand and rushed us to the electric cart.

   "Because of its tough finish, PhaseMetal cannot be painted." Celeste
said, as she zoomed us in the direction of the marina, "But CE has been
having some success with arc-depositing surface finishes.  I want them to
start testing if they can do it with copper or bronze, that way we can get
the sheen and the patina and replace the moldings and balustrades with it
too."

   She took us across the 9th fairway and was heading into the marina drive
when we were pulled over by a blue and yellow security van.

   "Excuse me, Miss, you know you're not supposed to drive across the golf
course?"

   "I see LOTS of people driving on it!" She looked imperiously at him.

   "Well, er, they're golfers...  It's just that we've had a number of
calls about a hot...  er, young lady who was driving recklessly..." He
nodded apologetically, "And I'm sorry, the lady in question was not
blond..."

   "Ah yes," Celeste smiled, "And I, of course, AM!" She leaned and
whispered, "Actually I'm blond all over!  You can ask him." She poked me.

   "You are?  It's been so long, I really can't remember..." I blinked at
her.

   "Two hours is that long?" She laughed, "I'd offer to refresh your
memory, except..." She sighed, "The officer would want to take me into
custody now, right?" She held her wrists out.

   "Er, no, ma'am, you can go..."

   "You're too kind, officer, but I'll come quietly; just let me say
goodbye to my boyfriend, heartless brute that he is..." She climbed on my
lap and carefully ran her tongue along my lips before settling down for a
long leisurely exploration of our mouths.

   "Promise me you'll come see me on visitor's days," She sighed, "Maybe I
can arrange conjugal visitations." She looked around, "Hey, where DID the
lovely policeman go to?"

   "He left." I informed her, "You're safe now..."

   "He's probably gone to get backup..."

   "Yeah - anyone can tell you're armed and dangerous!  Who knows what kind
of weapons you have concealed on your person!" I carefully appraised her
outfit - which could not even properly conceal her boobs.

   "And he didn't even frisk me!" Celeste cried indignantly.

   "Weren't you saying you were in a hurry to call CE?"

   "Yeah..." She slithered back in the driver's seat and lurched off, "If
it weren't for that, I have a good mind to call him back and show him the
right way to arrest somebody!"

   We turned off the golf green and on to the asphalt track to the marina.
There, Al, along with Lucy and Jules were talking with the security guard
in the cart.

   "Oh no!" Celeste cried as we pulled up, "Don't arrest my friends!  I did
it!" She pointed at me, "Maybe he helped a bit..."

   "That's not her!" Lucy laughed, "Laura has much darker hair, and curly
too!"

   "You don't have to cover for me Lucy!  Let them throw the book at me!  I
can take it!" Celeste thrust her chest out.

   "But I'm the chief high priest and executioner in these here parts," Al
laughed, "And as such, I hereby order that you be released into James'
custody and supervision."

   "Oh!" Celeste looked crest-fallen, "Thank you, I guess!" She turned to
me, "Do I have to call you Master?  And buy my own hairbrush so you could
beat me?"

   "Hush, woman."

   "Ooooh!  My master speaks!" She nestled against me and pulled a zip
across her lips, but managed, "And I must obey!"

   "James, Sherri is looking for you," Jules pointed to the marina, "So can
you spare my sister?  I promise to look after her for you!" Jules smiled
and turned to Al, "Al, this is my genius sister Celeste who will make
Brookhaven the nation's foremost showcase for early American architecture."

   "I am pleased to finally meet you, and to hear about the great things
you can do for us here!" Al shook her hand, then, turning to the guard,
"Take Lucy around the hotel and see if you can pick Laura out.  Just give
her a warning, I'm sure it's only youthful exuberance."

   We said our goodbyes and Al reminded me about dinner at the Convention
Center at six.

   I found Gyro still suspended on straps just in the rear of the marina,
the PhaseMetal seawing now gleaming on its underside.  Further back, Sherri
was perched upside down over the stern, waving her butt as she gave final
adjustments to the metal "L"-brackets she had fastened on the boat.

   "I need some help setting this up!" Explained the owner of the
attractive rump.

   "I'll watch for a while, thank you." I said as I got comfortable in Gyro
and placed a hand on said attractive rump.

   She wiggled it a bit, then straightened and clambered over my lap, "Do
it this way, it's more comfortable and you can use both hands." She
murmured and greeted me with a soft kiss.

   "What are the brackets for?" I asked as I slipped my hands under her top
and ran my fingers down her spine.

   In between kisses Sherri explained that they wanted music for Gyro's
test.  "So the town generously requisitioned speakers and an auto amp for
us, 335 watts RMS, per channel."

   On the ground were a pair of 9" speakers flanking a 14" subwoofer, all
in water resistant housing, to be connected to a chunk of anodized metal
bristling with radiation fins in florescent rainbow colors.

   "Hmmm, looks complicated." I mulled at the large bunch of wires.

   "I hope not!" Sherri laughed, showing me a piece of paper fully 3" on a
side.  "The instructions!"

   "Oh good, instructions for men!" She looked at me and I explained, "If
it has a 20 page illustrated book then it was probably designed for women
and therefore needlessly complicated and irrational."

   "In this case, it's probably because it was made in the Orient and they
didn't have the English for any details!" She laughed, "All it does is give
wire colors and their functions, in abbreviations!"

   The connections were, as it turned out, simplicity itself.  Aside from a
pair of wires for each of the three speakers, there were only a pair for
inputs from the console player and a hefty pair for the power connections.

   We found space for the amplifier at the rear the engine compartment,
just aft of the accessories battery and snaked shielded wires up to the
CD-receiver at the helm.

   Sherri had done a fine job with the brackets, using expanding plugs and
stainless steel hardware.  I mounted the speakers and joined the wiring
through the transom to finish the connections.  I put the system through a
test, and even at 1/10 power and facing away from me, it was LOUD!

   "Good job Honey!" Sherri took my hand, "It was almost as loud as your
stomach growling!  Let's go check on Sara and Dave."

   We found Sara, covered in red and brown sauces with Janet and Dave in
his apartment kitchen above the restaurant.

   "How's it going?" I asked them.

   "Great!" Dave smiled, "I think we have the perfect mix.  But Sara is
never satisfied!"

   "Come here guys!" Sara waved us over, "Try this - " She showed us 4
separate plates of ribs, "Tell me which one you prefer, in terms of
sweetness, piquantness and overall mouth-watering-ness."

   "We've been through this before." Laughed Janet, "So if you'll excuse
us?" Hastily she dragged Dave away.

   "What's with her?" Sara asked after they disappeared down the stairs,
"Doesn't she want him to win?"

   "I'm not sure this means all that much to her..." I began.

   "That's not it!" Sherri said, "Dave probably wants to help, but Janet's
hanging around to make sure he doesn't get any other ideas with our
centerfold here!"

   "Me?" Sara laughed, "I'm filthy!"

   "In more ways than one, babe, and I love it!" Sherri said softly, "And
I'll bet Dave would LOVE to do this!" She leaned and slurped on a spot,
along with the shirt and nipple.

   "Ooooh!  B-bad girl!" Sara sighed and made a weak effort to push Sherri
away.  "S-stop!  I have to go wash up!"

   "Yeah!  Dinner's starting in an hour!" Sherri giggled, "D'you think your
nipples would be presentable by then?" She tweaked them for emphasis.

   Sara grabbed her hands and held them against herself, "James, do
something about your girlfriend.  She's become a letch!"

   "I learned it from you!" Sherri laughed, "You only have yourself to
blame!  You know, I think you should hang out some with James tonight so
Janet doesn't worry so!"

   "Hmmm, our parents will be at the dinner.  Plus I'm not sure if Dave
will be there tonight, he's got the cafe to look after."

   "Let's come back here afterwards then," I said, "Dave's been bugging you
about the recipe for your Blackened Fish, so you can offer to come back and
show him, say at 8.  That will guarantee both of them here."

   "Yeah, good idea." Sara held my chin and pulled me down for a kiss, "And
I should go get spiffied up for my sweetie!" She pecked Sherri and turned
to go, then paused, "Can you arrange it with Dave?  I'll drop off the fish
and the spice and meet you at dinner - after I take a nice long shower at
the condo."

   "Need any help?" Sherri suggested.

   "No thank you, I intend to behave myself until I see my boyfriend
tonight...  Then LOOKOUT!" She grinned and blew kisses from the stairs.

   Sherri went to talk with Dave and after I finished sampled Sara's
cooking, I joined them.

   Sherri smiled, "Dave's invited us to play at the cookoff tomorrow! 
Isn't that cool?" She turned to Janet, "Which is good for Sara - she's
gonna be heartbroken tomorrow!"

   "Why is that?"

   "James is off to visit his sister tomorrow and you know Sara gets all
mopey when they're not together."

   "You two are going out?" Janet looked at me with relief in her eyes.

   "Oh, they're inseparable!" Sherri confirmed, "They adore each other!"

   "You are a lucky guy!" Janet gushed, "Sara is SO pretty; and so
talented!" She turned to Dave, "Right, honey?"

   "Yeah!  I'm learning so much from her about spices!" Dave nodded.

   Janet looked at him strangely, then whispered in his ear.  A big smile
came over him and he took her hand.  "Er, excuse us.." He said and led the
way back upstairs.

   "Ah, bye, have fun!" Sherri laughed.  She looked at me, "Let's go for a
walk."

   We went across the golfcourse where Celeste was stopped earlier.  The
far side led directly to the beach and its miles of glistening sand.

   "This is close to where Lucy the turtle laid her eggs, isn't it?"

   "Yeah, just down there." I pointed.

   "We should try and come back here when her eggs hatch."

   "It won't be for another month or so..."

   She leaned in my embrace and pulled my arms around her, "We've been so
busy the last while, it's nice to have a little quiet time," She leaned her
head back and kissed me, "Even if I'm stealing you from Sara!" She laughed.

   Wordlessly we stood and watched beach-goers cavort in the low surf,
sharing our sense of togetherness.

   Suddenly she turned and pulled my lips against her, whispering, "Let's
go get cleaned up for dinner..." Without another word she ran all the way
back to the boat.

   By the time I got there she had already disappeared in the hold, "Hey,
look what I found!"

   I descended the cabin steps and there, in the small cubby berth, was a
grinning and very naked young lady, with arms and legs spread in welcome.
"There seems to be a VERY horny person in here!" She giggled.

   Hastily I locked the door and tore my clothes off.  I sank down beside
her and shared a kiss with her, sliding my hand over her breast which was
already tense with passion.

   "God, honey!  Ohhh!" She squirmed and moaned as I kissed her nipple and
added my tongue, "I need it so bad, hon...  please..." She grabbed my hand
and pushed it down her body.  "And Sara won't let me get off!" She sighed
when my finger sank in her swimming cunt, "Oh, oh, yessss!"

   "Hmmm, mmmm...  Oh, ah, ah, ahhhh...  Oh babe, yesss!  Yessss!" She
cried, legs tensed and humping on my hand, "Oh lord, yes...  Ahhh!" She
grabbed my arm and bit into my shoulder, "Yesss..."

   She hugged my arm and hummed into my flesh as her tremors slowed.  "That
was so nice...  Thank you love..." She kissed my shoulder, "I went off like
a bomb!  Mmmmm..." She nuzzled against me, then reached down to hold me,
slowly moving her hand.  "Our big sweetie feels quite ready..."

   Gently she urged me over her, one hand stroking my hair and the other
guiding me in her softness.

   "S-sooo good!" She breathed, and looked at me tenderly, working herself
slowly on my cock, "Been dreaming of this all day...  Mmmm..." She wrapped
her legs around my ass and jammed me halfway into her hot, wet depths.

   "Yeah!" I sighed, "You feel great..." I kissed her nose and eyes, then
she pulled my head down, weaving her tongue in my mouth as I began long
strokes.

   "Oh god, yesss." Sherri's eyes closed and moaned against my open mouth.
Her tongue came out and jabbed into mine in step with my movements.  "So
full..."

   Her nails urged me on and the little cabin was filled with our grunts
and sounds of wet flesh slapping against each other.

   "Ohhh, hon...!" She grabbed my hair and held our mouths together as she
grunted out in climax, "Harder!" She said in a fierce whisper.  "Oh, oh, oh
my god!  Yessss!"

   She bit my lip and the heat in my cock rose.  Mindlessly we groaned and
cried and rutted our pleasure with each other until, finally, we laid
sated, still entwined.

   "Baby," Sherri murmured, "We have to have our shower now..."

   We groaned as we disentangled our limbs and I carried Sherri the 2 steps
to the head.  The all-in-one bathroom was so small that Sherri had to
straddle me as I sat on the covered potty.  She drizzled us with sun-warmed
water from the showerhead and we lathered each other.

   "I love you." Sherri hugged our bodies together, whispering,



   "So many dreams to wake,

   So much love to make..."



   She held my face and kissed me,



   "And it's telling me it must be you,

   All of my life."





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