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Subject: {ASSM} (new) James 57 (mf+ rom)
Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 18:10:09 -0400
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James Part VIII.
Lofty Goals

James 57

   I waved Celeste over. "When did you land the Community Center contract?"
   She let me pull her on my lap and gave me a kiss, "Since Marjorie pulled
some strings at City Council. She had asked me to prepare a press release
with a discourse on Mueller's design philosophy, which she then sent to a
few universities, including Mueller's alma mater," she grinned, "And back
came a handful of supportive letters and she used them to convince sundry
and all that I'm even better than she made me out to be!" Her eyes glowed,
"Not bad for a second year arkie student, huh?"
   "Oh, you passed your exams?"
   "Yeah, I think so, a miracle considering the extreme circumstances I had
it sicced on me! Mmmm, although the lovely sweetie DID make it up to me,
afterwards..." Celeste sighed dreamily.
   I stroked her arm, "Are you enjoying all this? We haven't seen you all
that much lately!"
   "Mmm-hmmm! I LIKE making buildings, and to be able to watch them take
life is fascinating and gratifying as hell." She kissed me softly, "Hon, I
have to go..."
   "Back to the boys?"
   "No - I didn't know how long the Regans were staying so I told them to go
early, so Jules is going to fly me over the Community Center to do some
sight prep work."
   Jules was with Sara and Sherri as they made arrangements with Al Jeffray
at Brookhaven Island. Now she came over and tugged Celeste up. She looked at
me, "Don't you have something to do?"
   I pulled a sad face, "So I had hoped, but nobody seemed interested in
having sex with me!"
   JulieAnn laughed and pulled me up as well. "I'm sure we can dig up one or
two willing candidates! But later! Right now we need our big strong brute to
be our big SMART brute," She nibbled my lips, "So he can impress us girls
with his LOVELY brains."
   "Talking about being impressed," I whispered, holding her against me,
"Have I told you lately that you're a real sharp cookie?"
   "Why thank you, Sir!" She dimpled and leaned into me, "I'm glad you
approve!"
   "I'd offer to give you a real treat, but I'm a busy man." I sighed,
"Perhaps I can fit you in my social calendar - in a day or two?"
   Jules laughed and kissed my cheek, "With baited breath, my love, with
baited breath..." She took Celeste and me by our hands and waltzed us out
the door.
   Max and I were working on Gyro 2 when Brenda came down with the printouts
Sara had made. We had the engine hatch open and were making measurements
with the boat up in slings. Brenda borrowed our tape measure and paced back
and forth, making pencil marks on the side of the hull.
   She watched as Max help me install the neoprene bladders in the engine
compartment. "Are you thinking of filling these with water for ballast?"
   "Close." I said as we bolted the second 40 gallon container to the other
side of the superstructure, deep in the ship's hull. "They moved the fuel
tank forward to make room for the Magnum engine, so I'm moving it back into
the space they used to have the scoops." I dusted my hand, "All we have to
do now is reroute the fuel lines and pump the fuel out of the old tank and
we're done!"
   "Hmmm, that's a really good idea!" She mulled it over, "Come look at
this." She led me to the side of the boat and pointed to a small blue mark,
"That is the Center of Gravity for this boat according to Peter's figures,"
She pointed to a red "X" just in front of it. "And this is the plane point
for 80, which acts like a fulcrum; like a teeter-totter, slight shifts of
weight or speed will cause the boat to see-saw, and that, I'll bet is the
cause of the instability."
   I consulted Brenda's drawings and made more pencil marks, "The new tank
position is 32" behind the old one; so with 80 gallons of fuel, that will
give us about 600lbs of ballast, and replaces the 500lb 10" on the wrong
side..." I sat at the laptop and plugged in the numbers as Brenda hugged my
neck and watched. "Look! That should move the CG a safe 19" behind the plane
point!"
   "That's great, hon! Now run the regression down to empty."
   I added the formulas and watched the Center of Gravity inch forward as
the fuel load decreased, "Oops!" At 10 gallons, the CG touched the plane
point again.
   "It isn't so bad - that's the fuel reserve point and most people will
never go below that..." She sighed, "But then there are always SOME who'll
disregard all caution. Hmmm..." She sat on my knee and started adding to the
program. "But look, if we added a 45lb ballast at the stern, it would keep
the CG behind the plane point - even at 85mph!"
   "Hmm, and that would help keep the props from cavitating too." I
observed, just as Sara and Sherri joined us.
   "It's all set!" Sara smiled, "In fact Al's gonna reserve us a 3 bedroom
villa by the marina starting Thursday."
   "Sweetie-pie," Sherri sat on my other knee, "We'd like to invite our
parents up there for the weekend, is that OK?"
   I nodded. "What about your folks, Bren? Why don't you ask them?"
   "Hmmm, I'm not sure. They said no last time, let me ask again..." Brenda
stood to go to the phone.
   "Just tell them they have two private courses there. And the third's
designed by Jack Nicklaus." Sherri added.
   Brenda spoke for a few minutes, then covered the mouthpiece, "Is it
Harbor Town?" Sherri nodded.
   "Wow!" Brenda said as she came back, "Dad's gone crazy in the office!
He's always wanted to play that PGA course and it's his dream come true!"
Brenda paused, "Is it true it's $300 a round?"
   "No, it's $180 for guests. Only!" Sherri laughed.
   "Wow, $10 a hole!" I marveled. "What a bargain!"
   "But it's only $2.50 a stroke!" Sara joined in.
   "Not MY Dad!" Sherri giggled, "He'll triple bogey every hole just to make
it last longer!"
   "Yeah, mine would brag and say he's played EVERY bunker and water
hazard!"
   "I'll bet if they only used their putters, they could make each hole last
two hours or more!"
   "Can you imagine? A 2000 handicap!"
   "Hey, that's EXACTLY my Dad's score! On a good day!" They broke out
laughing. I was extremely glad I didn't golf, my ego would not be able to
take that kind of abuse.
   Max had finished working the fuel connections and showed us the small
drill-driven rotary pump which we used to empty the old tank into the new
one.
   Brenda explained the need for the extra ballast on the stern and Max
produced a pair of 10kg anodized steel dead-weights for me to bolt down
before he returned to his workshop.
   "James, can you put it where it can be removed if necessary?" Sara asked,
"I want to try something out... Remember we were going to add a scoop under
the boat to increase the pressure to the cooling intake? I was thinking we
could use an angled foil to do that AND to pull the stern lower in the
water."
   "That would work, but wouldn't it slow the boat down like before?"
   "Hmmm, yeah..." Sara sighed.
   "Wait, why can't we use an airplane foil instead, but upside down - to
provide downward pressure instead of lift?" Sherri suggested.
   "Right! And the faster we go, the more pull!" Sara brightened.
   "What about the drag?" I asked.
   "That's the secret of air-foils, the drag is minimal for the lift, or the
'sink' it provides!" Sherri said.
   "And it's a straight-forward relationship too!" Brenda cried excitedly,
"Inviscid flow simply depends on the density and the speed! What works in
air would work in water - just a hundred times stronger!"
   "Right! And we already have the D-forms worked out for Max's plane!"
Sherri quickly retrieved the wing foil templates on the computer.
   "So we need 45lb downward force at 80mph, then add 50% because it's 1/3
closer to the plane point..." Sherri mumbled to herself as she worked at the
keyboard. "Bren, is the density of water exactly 100 times that of air?"
   "It is, at 4 degrees; at 20C it's 55.5 times." Brenda supplied, then as
Sherri made changes and we waited for the results, "How are we going to
fabricate it? Fibreglass alone would probably not take the stress, and
carbon fiber would take days to lay up, then we have to trim for balance..."
   "If it's not too thick, we can use marine plywood and I think I still
remember how to plane and sand." I offered.
   "You're on!" Sara said, "How long will that take?"
   "Depends on the size, and the incentives." I wagged my brows lecherously,
"Maybe a couple of hours..."
   "And if we both offered our bodies?" Brenda leaned on me.
   "Four hours." I answered, and at their looks, "So I can do you ladies
justice."
   "How 'bout me, babe?" Sherri wormed her warm fingers in my shorts, "I
have some time on my hands too!" She paused and smiled at her hand squirming
inside my pants, "Hmm, seems like I just got my hands around a WHOLE lot
more of it!"
   I stroked her hair and sighed weakly, "I LIKE the way those time
management courses are teaching you to maximize it!" I shivered and had to
lean on the girls as they crowded around to hold me up.
   I was shaking and sighing as Sherri softly caressed me, then suddenly she
stopped, "Oh no!" She withdrew and opened her hand, showing us a glistening
spot, "Look, the sands of time are running out!" They burst out in laughter
and draped themselves on me, cackling and wiping their faces on my clothing.
When they showed no signs of stopping, I adjusted my pants and went to bolt
the dead-weights in the propeller assembly well, just above the waterline.
    After they were mostly recovered, Sara and Brenda took Gyro for tests
while Sherri helped me with the measurements of the sea-foil and we took it
over to the workshop. I was thankful Max kept it so well equipped and well
stocked. I was also thankful for the training the school workshop had given
me.
   Sherri's 'wing' was 15" wide with a 8" chord that tapered to 3" at the
tips, and about 1 inch at the thickest. For the 'lift' it provided, Sherri's
calculations showed less than a 1:10 ratio in drag. For simplicity, Sherri
had kept one surface completely flat. "Not optimal - there will be more
declension and eddy turbulence, but it's mostly on the intake side and
negligible for our purposes."
   She watched me as I roughed out the form in 1-1/2" marine-finish plywood,
then coarse trimmed the shape on the mitre saw, before smoothing it on the
belt-sander.
   "Can I help?" Sherri asked, as I started hand-sanding with #1 wet-dry.
   "Mmmm, in a moment..." I used a straight-edge to check for trueness and
applied a coat of lacquer on the large boomerang-shaped wing. I washed my
hands and we headed upstairs, "We have to wait for it to dry..." I informed
her, "Which, curiously, takes ten minutes..."

A bit more than ten minutes later, we were back in the workshop and she was
clutched against me, red faced and giggling drunkenly, "I'm rich; rich with
the spoils of time!" She cackled some more, "Get it? Spoils of time?"
   "Yes, dear..." I sighed, "I got it after you explained it the first 2
times."
   "I'll bet Thomas Gray never expected anyone to use his line quite that
way!" She giggled some more, then she kissed my chest, and, looking at me,
sighed,
   "Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
     Heaven did a recompense as largely send.
    He gave to Misery a tear,
     He gained from Heaven a friend."
   She pulled my face down for a soft kiss, "I love you, my friend..."

By the time Sara and Brenda returned triumphantly with Gyro for more gas, I
had mounted the wing on 6" standoffs machined out of heavy aluminum. The
static pressure that permitted Ground Effect flying also worked here,
provided we kept the wing 'height' between 1/3 and 1/2 of the wing width. We
removed the weights and fastened the wing securely in place, carefully
matching the planing angle so as to offer the least resistance at speed.
   Brenda had carefully documented the results of their first run and now
she made meticulous notes on the plans so that Peter could duplicate it. We
stood back to admire our handiwork. The dark protective coating was clear
enough to show the different wood patterns exposed by sanding the layers
down and made it look like an expensive piece of furniture. An expensive
boomerang, at least.
   We went out again and spent a long time testing the boat's performance at
the lower speeds and we all took turns at the wheel to get a personal feel.
The time to plane seemed to suffer a little but the boat showed much better
tracking and the wake at skiing speeds was very good indeed. The intake
pressure was running consistently in the green as well.
   We were nearing the Eyrie, so I drifted into the channel and leaned on
the horn. "Waddaya want?" A very naked Mandie looked down at us over the
patio, then she was joined by an similarly dressed Nicole.
   I was too agitated to speak so Sara called up, "We were just about to see
how fast Gyro could go..."
   By the time we pulled up the docks, Amanda was waiting there in a T shirt
and little else, made evident when she jumped into the boat. Nicole followed
in a less hasty, but equally dishevelled state.
   We stared at her as she made her way down the stairs and whistled our
appreciation. Her caftan was just thick enough to keep her from being
arrested, but as soon as she stopped moving, she might as well be naked for
all the good it did her. I was so appalled at her lewd public display that I
sat her down in the back so that I could cover all her sensitive parts with
my hands and my body. As good sense prevailed she too, tried to reciprocate
with her hands on the sensitive parts of my body.
   Amanda was busy with the girls going over the changes we had made, so
Nicole and I satisfied ourselves by trying to find out exactly HOW sensitive
our sensitive parts could get.
   "Hmmm, I LIKE your Nikki the Bimbo outfit!" I said, breaking from a kiss.
   "Do you? I'm glad." She glittered, "But be gentle, love, my whole body is
aglow, and tender." She looked at Amanda and shivered, "The sweet darling
has such lovely hands... and lips." She sighed, "With such careful attention
to DETAILS!"
   "So she passed her exams?"
   "Mmmm, all except her English; anyone who deliberately misspells Manxome
as Maxome deserves to be failed, but she'll get another chance tomorrow..."
She giggled and leaned on me, "And it looks like someone's been pampering
you a bit too!" She unzipped me and looked over my satisfied equipment, then
she leaned down and tasted me in her soft mouth. After she cleaned me and
tucked me back in my pants, she waved Sherri over and pulled her down in a
kiss. "Honey, was that you I tasted?"
   "Mm-hmm." Sherri giggled and blushed as Nicole pulled her down on her
lap.
   "I never had the chance to welcome you to the Family properly, so how
'bout you reserve some time for me tonight?" Sherri smiled widely, nodded
and sealed it with a kiss.
   Amanda fired up the engine and, within seconds, to her delightful
laughter, we were powering along the lake at breakneck speed. I cuddled the
ladies in the back, my hands in their familiar heart-monitoring spots.
   An incredibly short time, and another empty gas tank later, we were
berthed at the marina. Although it did not break any speed records from the
load it had to carry, the boat's much more competent performance gave us all
reasons to celebrate.
   We ordered food from the restaurant and brought it over to Jules and
Celeste at the Wheel, abuzz with our optimism for the upcoming demo of the
Monster Cuddy.
   "Good news indeed," smiled Jules, "Peter will probably 'leak' the results
this Thursday and the InterCoastal stock will start climbing. By the time we
show the results to the world on Monday it will be ready to take a real
hike, especially with the late trade boost from the Portfolio Managers on
Friday to make their holdings look better. We will start selling our surplus
shares gradually and, in 3 weeks or so, when it starts to stabilize a bit,
we can see how much more we can buy back with the profits."
   "How can we sell our shares and then buy it back to make money?" Amanda
wanted to know.
   "At the risk of oversimplifying; we basically use leverage to buy double,
even triple the shares we want. When the share values go up, we sell this
portion, but slow enough so as not to change the upward trend. If the shares
appreciate enough, we may end up paying for ALL our purchases with the
revenues, effectively getting the shares for free.
   "Now it's not easy to generate that kind of increase in share values, but
Intercoastal's worth has been languishing at a 3 year low and this may be
the catalyst to revive interest in them."
   "But why buy the shares back?"
   "We won't unless the shares again drop below the company's valuation, or
we feel we can accrue enough to put Nicole on the board with Chuck." Jules
looked around, "What we are doing now is short term, flipping the shares so
we can make money or increase our holdings. But once Chuck gets involved, it
will be for the long haul. We would want to keep the company and its share
values as strong as we can. And that's why we won't try any of the other,
less savory gambits like a reverse or a hostile takeover, where we borrow
against the shares we WOULD be acquiring so that we can buy them in the
first place.
   "Our strategy is founded on the principles advanced by Warren E Buffett,
unquestionably the foremost investor of our times. He started Berkshire
Hathaway less than 40 years ago and it now owns everything from See's
Candies and Dairy Queen to Geico Insurance to Benjamin Moore paints to
Brown's Shoes and Fruit of the Loom, with holdings in literally thousands of
other firms, including many of the S&P 500 companies. To many, with 170
BILLION dollars in BH assets, Buffett IS the S&P."
   "BH always paid cash for its acquisitions and offered no stock options to
the executives; if you wanted a share of the company, you had to pay for
them, like everybody else. That way, he reasoned, you'd WANT the company to
do well and your efforts are reflected in the added worth of your holdings.
   "Amazingly, he runs his empire of 11,000 employees with a staff of under
20, and he's not had a single CEO quit his corporations to work elsewhere.
Despite not having declared dividends since 1967, his company has grown an
average of 22% every year, so each dollar invested in his company is now
worth $2000. Today a SINGLE Berkshire Hathaway share issued with a $5 par
value is worth over 70-THOUSAND dollars."
   Smiling widely, Jules pulled a oversized certificate out of an envelope
and held it up. "And this is IT, just arrived by courier! A solitary share
of the most astounding company in modern history, courtesy of Nicole." Jules
bowed in her direction, "When Nicole started investigating companies who
were using Mueller's inventions, she came across a BH subsidiary, which
manufactures the V-support plates used in the construction of the Wheel and
she negotiated a payment in BH shares. There is a similar certificate in
Marjorie's possession." She passed it around and we handled it gingerly,
likely the most expensive piece of paper we would ever own.
   "To reiterate the fallibility in playing the stocks," Jules continued,
"Just three years ago, even this venerable company was in the doldrums, when
its shares fell disastrously to $40,000." Jules smiled, "Due mainly to its
resistance to participate in the phenom of the day - the dot-com companies.
Now of course we realize just how sound that decision was!" She sighed, "I
only wish I had picked up some BH shares then - a 95% recovery rate is
inspiring!"
   After dinner, Brenda, Amanda, Sara and Sherri again went down to Gyro to
test and look for improvements in its performance and handling while Jules
and Nicole continued their plans to take over the world.
   I had cleaned up the dishes and was outside watching Gyro on the lake
when Celeste came with my coffee. She took my hand, "It's hard to believe
all that's happened to us; The Eyrie, then Max's and Regan, Intercoastal,
now high finance..." She sighed, "And the Wheel is 99% complete." I hugged
her tight and she leaned her head on me, "What a beautiful dream..."
   "And one that's not about to end any time soon!"
   "Only one thing I wish for..."
   "Hmmm...?"
   "That you help me christen a room, or two..."
   "Now?"
   "Now."


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