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Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 40 (mf+ rom)
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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 the missing 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..."

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