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 The Librarian

   By deGaffer

   Copyright (c) 2008 by deGaffer

   SUMMARY: A wealthy and politically connected college librarian
manipulates a group of students and encourages them to put together a team
that the Confederacy shouldn't ignore.
UNIVERSE: The Swarm Cycle
WARNING: This story contains material unsuitable for minors and
narrow-minded individuals.  It probably contains sex, violence, and other
socially unacceptable material.  You have been warned!
CONTENT: MF ScFi
This story is set in the Swarm Cycle Universe created by Thinking
Horndog.  Get a grip; this is fiction.  Any resemblance between the content
of this story or any of the characters depicted herein with real persons,

places or events is totally coincidental.

   It started with a simple concept that should have been a short story,
but it seems to have morphed into an epic saga of scheming, planning,
deception, and of course, sex.

   I very much appreciate the patience and efforts of Mulligan.  His help
has made this a much better story.  I claim full responsibility for all
errors and omissions.

   Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all
rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.  Reproduction
for profit is forbidden.  Any distribution must include this note and the
author's email address.

   CHAPTER 20: The Boston Party

   The entourage of four vehicles led by Lesa's Jaguar arrived at the small
airport north of Atlanta after everyone had met for breakfast at the iHop
en route.  Misty said she would normally drive up to the airplane, but she
didn't want to congest the tarmac with so many cars.  She sent everyone
into the small terminal for luggage buggies and last-minute potty breaks.

   She shouldered a black bag that was much too large for someone of her
stature and walked across the asphalt to a small white airplane with red
and blue trim.  She heaved her bag onto the right-hand wing, climbed onto
the wing herself and opened the door into the plane.  She reached into the
cockpit to manipulate some switches and would periodically stick her head
above the roof of the plane and look around as various lights came on and
off.  She scrambled off the wing and walked around the small craft checking
the tires, oil level, and propeller.  She even drained samples of gasoline
and wiggled parts all the way around the low-wing craft.

   She joined the crowd in the terminal lounge and asked Jake to keep an
eye on the airplane while she went to the bathroom.  Emerging from the
toilet, she eyed the luggage, "If everyone has been to the bathroom, then
all that's left is getting everything and everyone into the plane.  Just be
alert for airplanes that are taxiing or have flashing lights.  Stepping
into a spinning propeller will ruin everyone's day."

   Jake asked, "Is it okay for us to walk out there where the airplanes are
parked?"

   Misty was a bit puzzled, "Sure, no problem.  They just worry when small
children are running loose."

   Misty led a sizeable crowd to a very small airplane.  The few people at
the airport on such a dreary morning might wonder what they were up to. 
There were almost enough people in the small crowd to pick up the airplane
that they were approaching and carry it around on their shoulders.

   At the airplane, Misty sorted through the bags and sent most of the
heavier ones to the front of the plane with Jake and Marvin.  She put as
many bags in the aft compartment as it would hold, and then joined Jake and
Marvin to load the balance into the forward baggage compartment.  Jake,
Marvin and Ralph ran back to the terminal with the buggies, and returned as
the last of the hugs were wrapping up.

   Misty asked Tiffany and Toby to sit in the two rear-facing seats.  She
had removed a small pile of charts, books and gadgets from her flight bag
and left them on the passenger-side front seat.  She secured the bag on a
shelf behind the forward-facing seats in the rear of the small cabin and
showed Leslie and Sara how to get it down in case she needed anything from
it.  She secured the rear door and came back around to the right-hand side
where she had asked Janet to wait.

   She hugged and kissed those staying and suggested they return to the
terminal's patio, "It'll get real breezy out here when that big fan starts
spinning." She tilted her head indicating the large propeller on the nose
of the airplane.

   Facing Janet, "Okay baby, I need to get in first.  Give me a second to
stow my gear, then take the seat next to the door." Janet was looking a bit
pale.  Misty gave her a quick kiss.  "You're not going to get sick on me,
are you?"

   Janet turned as Misty showed her where to step and where not to step. 
"I don't know.  I've never been in an airplane before."

   Looking up at the clouds, Misty frowned, "This isn't going to be ideal
weather for a first-time experience, but it shouldn't get too rough.  Of
course, if I had a quarter for every time a briefer was wrong about the
weather, I'd be as rich as Lesa."

   When everyone was settled and buckled in, Misty copied some numbers from
her notepad into a calculator and frowned.  The balance was okay, but they
were a bit overweight.  She rationalized, 'it's a cold morning; we should
be fine.'

   Turning in her seat she suggested that everyone put on ball caps and
headphones.  She pointed to a small compartment.  "There are earplugs in
there if you decide not to listen in.  It can get a bit loud in here.  The
ball caps will keep your hair from getting tangled in the headphones."
Misty handed Janet a small spiral-bound notebook with laminated pages.  She
pointed to a section labeled 'Normal Engine Startup', "Read me this
checklist and we'll be out of here in a few minutes."

   Janet's jaw dropped, "Don't you know how to fly this thing?"

   Misty laughed, "Yes, I have it memorized forward and backward, but it is
good practice to read it anyway, just to be sure."

   Misty had turned on the red flashing beacon on top of the airplane's
tail before she had buckled in just to let everyone in the area know she
was about to become a hazard to pedestrian navigation.  As Janet read the
steps, Misty manipulated switches, levers, and knobs.  She even called
Janet a couple of times when she had skipped a step.

   They finally got down to the step where Misty turned the small ignition
key and the propeller started moving very slowly until the engine coughed.
Misty pushed the mixture lever forward and the power of the awakened engine
shook the small craft.  Misty and Janet continued down the list, checking
gauges and finally turning on the avionics that allowed them to hear each
other through the headsets.

   Misty's small voice came though the earphones, "Okay, I just need to get
the radios set up and clearance from the tower and we'll be on our way.  We
should be rolling in about two minutes.  I need everyone to keep
conversation to a minimum until we're out of Atlanta's airspace.  There are
a lot of people that I need to get instructions from over the radio."

   Misty was just about to key the transmitter when Tiffany asked, "Do you
really know what you're doing, Misty?"

   Misty laughed into the microphone at her chin, "It's a bit late to be
asking that question." She keyed the transmitter, "Clearance Delivery this
is ..." In a couple of minutes she had copied everything she needed onto
the notepad strapped to her thigh.  With permission to taxi she focused on
the man with two batons standing in front of the small airplane as she
released the brakes and advanced the throttle.  She let the small plane
roll about three feet before tapping the toe-brakes enough to stop the
roll.

   A nervous Janet asked, "What's wrong?"

   Misty smiled and said, "Nothing's wrong, baby.  I was just testing the
brakes.  It can be a real bitch rolling in at a hundred miles an hour
without any brakes.  Relax, I'll be the first one to scream if we're about
to die, okay?"

   When the man who was walking backwards in front of the plane started
thrusting out his left arm Misty pushed the right-hand peddle to the
firewall to spin the nose in the direction indicated.  Just before the
wingtip passed him, he turned to face the direction they were rolling and
thrust both hands forward.  Misty waved, and followed the instructions she
had been given by Ground Control.

   It took another couple of minutes to roll the half-mile to the run-up
pad near the end of the runway.  Misty pulled off the taxiway, "I'm going
to wind up the engine to check the magnetos and propeller controls.  It's
just a routine last-minute check, but we'll be wallowing around as the
engine fights the brakes."

   The small plane shuddered and twisted while the engine was at 1700 rpm
and Misty tested the two magnetos and pulled back on the propeller control
three times to get warm oil into the propeller hub.  She pulled the
throttle back to idle and let the plane roll down the last bit of taxiway
to the very end of the runway.

   Misty got on the intercom and looked around, "Everybody buckled in? 
Doors locked?  Leslie, Janet, if I say 'pop the doors' I want you to unlock
the doors with the lever at the top and push the main handle forward.  You
won't be able to open them against the wind, but if anything goes wrong on
takeoff, we don't want the doors jammed closed.  Don't get nervous.  I
don't know anyone who's had an engine failure on takeoff, but it can happen
and we need to be ready just in case.  Relax everyone, I'm good at this and
we're in a tough little airplane." She pushed the button on the radio panel
that switched from Ground Control to the Control Tower, "McCollum tower,
Lance eight-two-Juliet at two-seven ready for takeoff."

   A voice came back through the headset, "Eight-two-Juliet cleared for
takeoff, fly runway heading at or below three thousand."

   Misty replied, "Cleared for takeoff, runway heading below three
thousand, eight-two-Juliet." She turned on the landing lights, released the
brakes, and added throttle.  "You're not reading to me, Janet."

   "What, I ..."

   Laughing again Misty told her, "You're just about useless as a co-pilot.
I don't know why I let you hang around with me." She turn on the booster
fuel pump, added a notch of flaps, and when the nose lined up with the big
white stripe down the middle of the runway she pushed the throttle lever
all the way forward and held it there.

   There was not as much shuddering and wallowing this time.  Nothing was
fighting against the powerful engine as it spun at 2700 rpm.  It was just
loud.  The plane left the runway with a little thump as the struts extended
to the stops.  Misty kept it just off the runway to build airspeed; then
took her hand off the throttle just long enough to reposition the knob that
raised the landing gear.  She lifted the nose and the little plane bounded
toward the low-lying clouds.

   The explicative, "Shit!" came through the headphones from at least three
sources.  Janet had a death-grip on the checklist that she had stopped
reading.

   Three minutes after starting the takeoff roll, the airplane disappeared
into the solid mass of clouds a thousand feet off the ground.  The small
group that was watching from the ground turned toward the parking lot. 
Lesa nodded, "Very smooth takeoff.  I don't think Misty let it get two feet
from the centerline all the way to the clouds.  They're safely on their
way. I guess we need to get back to Atlanta.  Party at my house tonight?"

   In the air, Misty had removed the flaps, turned off the landing light
and booster pump, and reduced the engine power and propeller rpm from the
takeoff settings to the performance climb settings.  Even though they were
right at and maybe a few pounds over the gross takeoff weight, they were
gaining altitude at a thousand feet per minute in the cool morning air.

   Misty was handed off from the tower to Atlanta ATC shortly after
entering the clouds.  Atlanta cleared them to eleven thousand feet.  They
broke out into bright sunshine at six thousand feet above sea level just as
Misty spoke on the intercom, "We are now five-thousand-two-hundred-eighty
feet above the terrain below us.  Anyone wanting to join the mile-high
club, this is your chance.  That is, if Toby's still alive."

   There was a bit of squeak in Toby's voice, "I'm alive.  I've flown in
commercial jets, but this ... Wow."

   Tiffany reached over and rubbed Toby's crotch.  "He's as limp as a
noodle.  What's with you losers?  I've had much rougher takeoffs in my
father's jet with professional pilots at the controls.  Nice job, Misty. 
I'm impressed."

   Everyone looked at Tiffany like she had three heads.  She NEVER
complimented anyone.

   No one jumped anyone's bones, but there were several uncomfortable
bladders three hours later as they descended into the pattern for
Martinsburg.  Misty had Janet stage the frequencies in the radio stack,
more to give Janet something to do than actually assist.  They had been
bouncing around in the clouds for ten minutes when Misty executed the final
turn that reversed their heading, and then started tracking the localizer
radio beam for the ILS RWY 26 approach into Martinsburg.

   Misty lowered the landing gear when they intercepted the glide slope
radio beam to increase the rate of descent without changing their airspeed.
With minor adjustments to the controls and throttle, she kept the course
and altitude needles centered on the two radio beams coming from the ground
as they descended into Martinsburg.  The runway was directly in front of
them when they broke through the clouds.

   As they dropped out of the clouds, Tiffany craned her neck to look over
her shoulder and out the windscreen above the high instrument panel.  "Very
nice," she said into the intercom.  "The guys flying my dad's Citation
never drop out of clouds with the airport directly ahead like this.  It's
invariably off to one side or the other.  You really are good at this,
Misty."

   "Thanks," Misty replied.  "My Pop makes sure I have a lot of practice,
and things don't happen as quickly in this airplane as the do aboard a
business jet like the Citation."

   She pulled the throttle back to a fast idle and held the nose down as
she pulled the flap lever from the floorboard up to the top notch all at
once when they were about three hundred feet above the ground slowing their
speed to ninety miles-per-hour as they crossed the runway threshold and
flared into a nose-up landing attitude.  The little airplane settled gently
onto the runway and Misty followed the directions of the controllers to the
parking area where an attendant guided them into a space, then crossed his
batons across his chest signaling Misty to shutdown her engine.

   Janet and Toby climbed out on shaky legs looking for the toilets.  The
other three passengers, led by Tiffany, chided them unmercifully all the
way through lunch.  The airplane was refueled while they ate.  Misty did a
quick walk-around inspection after lunch, and no one hesitated to re-board
the craft, but everyone was pleased that Bedford was only two-and-a-half
hours away.

   When they had reached eleven thousand feet, Misty adjusted the propeller
to cruise speed and leaned the mixture.  "Tiffany, did anyone tell you that
we've cancelled the rental cars and arranged for a limo instead?"

   Tiffany responded, "Why did you do that?  We'll have more freedom with
rentals."

   Janet took up the conversation, "Lesa told us that we couldn't have
picked up the rentals.  No one will rent a car to anyone under
twenty-five."

   "Oh?" Tiffany didn't look convinced.  "Are you sure about that?"

   "Yep," Misty replied, "I checked when I called to cancel them.  We would
have been stuck at the airport.  We have about a thirty-minute ride from
Bedford to Boston.  We could have flown into Logan, but they probably would
have kept us circling more than thirty minutes; then raped us with fees on
the ground.  Besides, it'll be cool rolling up in a limo, don't you think?"

   Leslie came over the intercom, "What are you guys going to wear?"

   Toby laughed, and was punched by Tiffany for being rude.

   The rest of the flight's conversation centered on clothing for the
fashionable display of the feminine form.  It's a miracle the Toby didn't
get out of the plane with visible bruises as the three within reach tried
to discourage his kibitzing.

   The clouds began breaking up as they flew north of New York City.  By
the time they got into the traffic pattern approaching Boston, there were
just a few puffy clouds.  Misty was able to make a direct, visual approach
into Bedford.

   The stretch limo ride from the Bedford airport to the Hotel at MIT was
very pleasant.  The driver insisted on handling everyone's luggage. 
Keeping him available for the rest of evening didn't add all that much to
the limo fee.

   Janet and Sara opted for translucent chiffon miniskirts, flats and
body-painted breasts.  It was a bold departure for Janet and Leslie was a
little concerned that she could pull off a flattering pattern on such a
large canvas, but her skills proved to be up to the task.

   Tiffany went for the classic little black cocktail dress; only this one
was cut from a mesh fabric that concealed nothing.  Leslie's dress was
similar material, but cut to compliment her globes and ass cheeks in a
sea-foam teal color that showcased her hair.

   Every airport attendant had ignored Misty since they had left Marietta
that morning.  To be fair, it wasn't just because she was female.  She
looked fourteen years old in her Braves baseball hat, T-shirt, and jeans.
She wanted to be noticed at the party.

   Leslie examined her naked canvas and decided to use beige and brown
shadowing with glitter paint in strategic locations to enhance Misty's
slender figure under a fishnet body suit and overskirt.

   Toby was almost boring in his knit pullover, Dockers, and moccasins sans
socks.

   Armed with photographs and text loaded into their cell phone PDA's, the
group exited the limo fashionably late enough to get a lot of attention as
they were absorbed into the crowd at the sorority house.

   Sara and Janet's body paint had to be repaired several times, and not
just from nipples brushing against dance partners.  There were clear
handprints on Janet's jugs from disbelievers who were allowed to test the
factory original equipment.

   Between the audacious display of flesh and her airhead blonde persona,
Janet had collected an impressive list of phone numbers, contact names, and
'party' invitations before the night was over.  There were five members of
Dr.  Grayson's inner circle at the party.  Janet and Leslie made sure they
got the attention of each one as they worked the crowd.  By the time the
party was breaking up all five knew the names that belonged to Janet's
unbelievable jugs and Leslie's remarkable ass.

   Tiffany was confused that they would even give such obvious geeks the
time of day.  Once the question penetrated her awareness, she wouldn't let
it fade away.  When she finally started noticing Toby, she realized he was
spending more time chatting with the geeks than dancing with the babes. 
She began to wonder if he was gay.  That might explain why he didn't
respond to her rubbing his crotch on the flight.

   Her distraction almost caused her to miss the opportunity to leave with
Henry Cohen, but she achieved her goals as well.  It wasn't hard for her to
coax him into joining her in her hotel room instead of returning to his
flat.  She skipped breakfast the next morning in order to give Henry a
memorable ride between her legs.

   Misty was annoyed that it was already after ten o'clock before they were
again loading everything into the Cherokee Lance for the return trip. 
Tiffany slept until they landed at Martinsburg on the return leg.  During
the late lunch at the airport she began pumping her companions for answers
to the nagging question of why they had attended the party and why they
clearly ignored the political pecking order.

   A little while after they leveled off for the three hour cruise from
Martinsburg to Marietta, Tiffany decided she'd get at least one question
answered about the cute, polite, quiet man who had not made a pass at her.
This last item was terribly disturbing all by itself.

   She reached across the cabin and tapped Sara's knee, "Change seats with
me." When Sara responded with a puzzled frown, Tiffany added, "Please, just
do it, okay?"

   With ill grace Sara unbuckled her seatbelt and had moved diagonally
across the cabin when Tiffany sat in Toby's lap.  Toby held his hands in
the air ready to catch someone, but not touching anyone.  Tiffany was again
miffed that he passed the opportunity to feel her up.  Instead of taking
Sara's vacated seat, Tiffany slid off Toby's lap onto her knees and began
unfastening his seatbelt and waistband.

   There was a small beeping noise from the panel along with a flashing
yellow light.  Janet became very excited, "What's that!" She demanded
pointing to the yellow light.

   Misty was startled by Janet's animated gestures, "Jesus woman, give me a
heart attack, much?  You have GOT to relax!  That's just the autopilot
asking me to adjust the elevator trim.  The maneuvering in the back has
shifted the center of balance just a bit forward." Misty reached down
between the two front seats and rotated the big black wheel at her hip a
few degrees to make the autopilot happy.  Misty covered her microphone and
leaned into Janet to yell into her ear, "If Tiffany does what I think she's
about to do; I may have to switch off the autopilot.  It gets real pissy in
turbulence."

   Toby was watching Tiffany like a mouse frozen in a rattlesnake's gaze.
Their two pairs of eyes were locked together as Toby involuntarily lifted
his hips to allow Tiffany to slide his Dockers and boxers over his hips and
down to his knees.

   His treacherous organ knew what was afoot and was stealing the blood
supply from his few remaining functional brain cells.  Tiffany was clearly
pleased with his response as she leaned down to coat his rampant rod with
saliva.  While hunched over she slid her panties over her own hips, down
her legs, and completely off.  When she had Toby sufficiently wet, she
again captured his eyes and stuffed the small wad of black lace she had
removed into the pocket of Toby's polo shirt.

   Toby was slumped down as far as he could go when Tiffany turned to face
away from him and backed her smooth chocolate-colored butt cheeks over his
lap.  She reached between her thighs with her right hand and guided Toby's
eager soldier to her entrance.  She hesitated just long enough to nuzzle
the crown of his pale pink dick through the soft fur and slick lips to her
entrance; then slowly impaled herself, groaning as her soft tissues yielded
to the hard intruder.

   Toby was in a poor position to anything more than enjoy the ride, and
enjoy it he did.  The most skilled of morticians could not have removed his
goofy grin had he died in that moment.  Tiffany had to work too hard to get
more than a firecracker cum and twenty minutes later Toby gave no sign of
softening.

   Toby lifted her about four inches off of his lap, giving himself a bit
of room.  He then began savagely bouncing up into her, knocking her head
into the overhead with each stroke, but neither of them noticed.  Two
minutes later he jerked her back into his lap and began straining to get as
much of his dick into her as he possibly could as he began firing a massive
load into her tiny pink twat.

   The other four women giggled when Tiffany slumped forward.  The cum that
was running down her dark brown leg appeared startling white.  Leslie
offered the semi-conscious woman a tissue from here shoulder bag.  Tiffany
reached to retrieve her panties, but Toby clamped his hand over the pocket
denying her access.  She leaned back and opened her thighs, giving Toby a
great beaver shot before clamping her legs closed and sitting up in Sara's
old seat.

   Four of the six occupants were still giggling like schoolgirls when the
flight line attendant signaled Misty to cut the engine.  Lesa, Ralph, Jake,
Marvin and Sasha had to handle the luggage because the passengers were
laughing uncontrollably when they tumbled out of the airplane.  They
couldn't even get enough breath to explain why they were laughing so hard.
They just pointed to a red-faced Toby and Tiffany and when it looked like
they were about to say something, they just burst into laughter instead.

   Tiffany kept waiting for someone to relate the sordid details of her
dalliance with Toby.  But, no matter how much pressure was brought to bear,
all anyone would say was "Tiffany really showed the rest of us how
world-class passengers adapt to cramped seating," before the laugher
started all over again.

   Toby even remained stoically quiet about the trip when Gloria and Susan
Delaney met him.  The Toby-Tiffany show was put in check when he gave them
each a big hug and passionate kiss.  He made a point of kissing Tiffany on
the cheek and thanking her for making it such a fun trip for everyone,
which triggered a few more giggles.  Lesa almost asked to borrow the black
hankie she had spotted in his shirt pocket, but thought better of it.

   More eyebrows were raised when Tiffany accepted Gloria's offer of a ride
home.  Lesa invited the four to diner, but Toby and Tiffany declined,
claiming to be too tired from the trip.

   Leslie nodded, "I can believe that.  Tiffany was up all night last
night, and only got a couple hours sleep on the flight home.  I'm beat even
though I did get some sleep last night, and the return trip was less ...
taxing for me than for Toby or Tiffany."

   Since Tiffany had taken off with Toby, Marvin offered Leslie and Sara
Jay a ride to their dorm.  They turned to Jake in unison.  He smiled,
kissed them each on the cheek, and offered, "I really want to have diner
with you guys.  You can ride with him, dispose of your suitcases, and get
some rest.  I'll be by later to take you to dinner."

   "Or," Lesa broke in, "you can bring them to my house, and I'll do their
laundry while they nap.  I was expecting to take Toby home.  I had no idea
that Gloria would be here today."

   Sara Jay turned to Marvin, "Thanks anyway, Marvin.  Sorry you made the
trip out here for nothing." She and Leslie each gave Marvin a kiss on the
mouth and a sisterly hug to Sasha before everyone headed toward the parking
lot.  Sara Jay continued, "That's an interesting foursome in Gloria's
Prius. All of us were surprised to see her here today.  Toby must have
called her when we stopped in West Virginia."

   Ralph helped Janet and Misty get their things together and headed for
the parking lot after telling everyone goodbye.  Misty hugged Sara Jay and
Leslie, one with each of her arms, "Thanks for trusting me enough to fly
with me, guys."

   In the parking lot, Sarita got into Jake's car while Sara Jay and Leslie
rode with Lesa.