“No, by keeping your weight down, you get more love per pound!” That earned me an elbow to the ribs. Sometimes being a mathematician can get you in trouble.
Marilyn had bullied me back into exercise and aikido practice. While she had been away at Sacandaga Lake, I had stayed home, out of sight, to lure the stalker into showing himself. I won’t say I was flabby by the time it was all over, but I needed to start up again. By the time I felt comfortable getting out of the house, without worrying about running into a reporter on the front lawn, it had been over a month.
We were still planning on doing a pool in the spring, as soon as the weather broke, with a fence around that as well. We’d have another big barbecue then, and combine it with a pool party. I remembered how Big Bob had always done a big party every Fourth of July, for company and family, and it had always been a good time. Maybe we could do that sort of thing here.
So Big Bob drove us over to the airport and helped us load our stuff on board, and then Marilyn and I peeled off our winter coats, tossing them inside the car, and scampered inside the plane. It was cold out there! As soon as we were onboard, the pilot closed the door and locked it up. This was a fellow I had never met before, and all he said to us was, “Welcome aboard. Please sit down and buckle up. There is some champagne in the cabinet and glasses here.” He tapped a built-in cabinet in the front bulkhead. “As soon as we get to cruising altitude, I’ll let you know, and you can unbuckle and move about.”
One thing I was learning about these small jets was that every one of them was different, even if they were the same model. When you bought one, either new or used, there existed a whole industry set up just to custom remodel the interiors. This one differed slightly from the one I had ridden from Hawaii to Seattle. There was a half bath in the back, and there was a cabin door separating the cockpit from the passengers, but the arrangement of the seats was slightly different. With this one, two of the seats were facing aft, so that a fold down table between them could be lifted up and everybody could work or play cards.
Marilyn moved me along until I was in one of the chairs in this grouping, and I sat down facing forward. She surprised me, however, by sitting down in the seat facing me, and not across the aisle at my side. We both buckled our seats, and the engines began their whine up to speed. “I really need this,” I told her with a smile. “I have a funny feeling next year is going to be hectic.”
“Oh?”
“Well, let’s face it, I mean, you’re going to have some different priorities soon enough, right?” I said with a laugh.
“My priorities won’t be changing that much.”
“Oh?”
“No,” she replied. Then my wife surprised me by spreading her legs apart in the seat as she faced me. She had been wearing a short sundress under her winter parka, and now I looked at her closely. It was strapless, with an elastic tube top, and was knee length. Otherwise she was wearing a pair of high heeled sandals, and I surmised some underwear. Well, so I thought, anyway. She spread her legs apart, and quietly tugged her dress up her thighs a touch, until she could see me staring at her freshly shaved pussy. “I don’t think my priorities have changed that much.”
The engine pitch went higher, as the pilot put more power on them, and we began taxiing away from the terminal. “Do you have a matching bra?” I asked.
Marilyn smiled, and pulled the tube top down. Her 34Cs popped into view causing me to smile. She may have started out as a B cup, but after Charlie was born, she blossomed to a C. I wondered what another child would do. If she could keep her weight in check, I wasn’t one to complain about even bigger tits. I’d be happy to buy her a new wardrobe if her shirts and blouses got too tight.
A man’s got to do what a man’s go to do, right?
“I think I’m going to like this vacation,” I told her.
Marilyn giggled. “Let’s just hope they keep that door shut. I told Taylor we wanted a plane with the cabin door that was shut…”
“You told her that?” I blurted out. That was so unlike Marilyn.
She giggled and nodded.
“What did she say?” Great, if Taylor blabbed even half like Marilyn, most of northern Baltimore County knew I was a member of the Mile High Club by now!
“She winked and asked me to tell her what it was like. Then we told Grace and Missy.”
“You didn’t!” Holy Christ!
“Jesus! No, I didn’t! You call me gullible! No, I just told her to get a plane with a cockpit door. If she drew any conclusions from that, then she has a mind as dirty as yours!”
I slapped my head. I knew I was going to get teased about this at the office, no matter what. “You know, if we were to ever buy a place down in the islands, we’d have to let your family go down if they wanted. Could you imagine if we were to fly your parents down like this? What if they were on a plane with a closed cockpit door?”
“Gross! I don’t want to think about that! Yuck, yuck, yuck!” protested Marilyn loudly.
At that point the engine power increased dramatically, and I was pressed back into the seat as the pilot released the brakes and began speeding down the runway. Marilyn was leaning forward, towards me, since she was facing me, and it did some interesting things to the way her boobs were sitting on her chest. Marilyn passed the time by teasing me, with her skirt pulled even higher, and one hand between her legs and the other playing with her nipples.
A few minutes later, the jet leveled off, and a light chime came over the cabin intercom. We were free to unbuckle our seat belts, and the co-pilot said he would announce when we were about fifteen minutes out from our destination. Unfortunately, he didn’t say what that destination was, and Marilyn still hadn’t told me. I just hoped the guy was driving us south and not north. I hadn’t packed any warm clothing, and it looked to me like Marilyn hadn’t packed much at all!
Marilyn popped her seat belt off and pulled her top back up, and then stood up. She went to the forward bulkhead and fiddled around with it until the door to the refrigerator popped open and she pulled forth a bottle of champagne. She waved it at me, and said, “Woo hoo!” and then rooted around in a different cabinet and found a pair of champagne flutes. She brought them back to our seats and handed the bottle to me.
“Didn’t anybody ever teach you not to shake a bottle of champagne?” I asked.
“You’re a fuddy duddy!”
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Okay, so I’m going to aim this at you.”
That made her open her eyes. “Don’t you dare!”
I just shrugged noncommittally. Marilyn sat down again and I very carefully opened the bottle up. The cork popped loudly and flew around the cabin, but it didn’t foam and fizz everywhere, so I took that as a success. I poured the champagne into the glasses she held, and then set the bottle into a very convenient holder on the side of the cabin. One of these days I’d be able to afford a plane of my own, and it would definitely have to have some champagne bottle holders scattered around!
We clinked glasses and sipped. “Here’s looking at you, kid,” I said, imitating Bogart. It totally went past her. The only movies she was familiar with were the ones Disney made.