Too soon to Say Goodbye
Part Four
“We have to contact air traffic control.”
“Drug runners fly in here all the damned time, and I guarantee you they don’t contact air traffic control,” said Lee.
“Can’t we just turn off one engine?” asked Jennifer from the dark cabin.
“I would never do that on purpose. The increased drag would force the remaining engine to work more than twice as hard. It wouldn’t save fuel, it’s a lot trickier to maneuver, and our ability to climb decreases by over 70 percent,” said Tristen, showing off his knowledge. He had become enamored by the happy-go-lucky blonde.
“Look, if you don’t want to do it, I can fly us in.”
“I’m flying my plane. Where is this smugglers’ route?”
“We’re here,” said Lee, pointing to a large area on a paper map under a reading lamp. “The airfield is here.”
“That’s the middle of town. How’s that a smuggler’s route?”
“Honest people fly into the field by contacting air traffic control and flying in unaided this way,” said Lee, tracing an unobstructed flight path toward the windward side of the coast.
“We’re going to turn off our lights, fly low over the Manatee Sound, and head north following the Keekeemee River. We’ll fly over this cypress grove from the south, turn east, cutting around this water tower and drop into the airfield.”
“Who’s saying someone won’t be coming in the opposite direction?”
“It’s a primitive strip day use only, and no lights.”
“Who’s saying two kids aren’t fucking in the field?”
“The nearest commercial airport is 45 miles away. Got that much fuel? And if we land there, they will arrest us. It turns out the FAA doesn’t approve of hijacking real or make believe. I’ve landed at this airstrip in the middle of the night before. This is what I do, Tristen.”
“I’m flying my plane.”
“Then turn off the navigation lights, dim the control panel or we won’t be able to see shit. There’s the inlet to the sound. Just stay low.”
Jennifer looked at the dimly lit fuel indicator. It bounced between five and red on the left, and it stayed in the red on the right.
“We’re almost there. See those lights? That’s Johnny’s Gator Shack. When we get even with those lights—”
The right engine ran out of fuel, causing the plane to yaw. The lights of the business below spun out of sight in the darkness as Jennifer froze in terror.
“I’m on the controls. Do your shut down procedures. We’ll hold her steady together. Steady, we want to be 90 degrees to the river and even with Johnny’s. Our flight path will take us between the guide wires of those two radio towers, then we climb to an altitude of 150 feet to miss the high-voltage lines.”
“What the fuck, man? You didn’t mention guide wires and power lines! This has been a lot of fun, but I don’t want to die!”
“I’ll tell you when to bank. Get ready, wait, wait, wait, bank, bank now.”
Jennifer hadn’t buckled her safety belt and mid turn she slid out of her seat, falling hard against the thin wall of the aircraft with her face pressed against the glass. She couldn’t breathe as her insides quivered with fear and vertigo overtook her.
Through the window, she could look straight down into the darkness until realizing the tops of cypress trees were zipping by, appearing close enough to touch.
As Lee held the yoke, helping Tristen stay in control, he reached back, pulling Jennifer off the wall.
“Level out, level out, and power, power, power.”
The change in pitch made it difficult for Jennifer to get into her seat. Staring at the instrument panel in a panic, she listened to the last engine roar, struggling to climb. The happy bouncing needle on the left stayed solidly in the red.
With his heart throbbing hard in his ears, Tristen could only imagine the power cables invisible to the fast moving plane.
“Have you ever landed with one engine before?” asked Lee once they finished their climb.
Jennifer exhaled at last when she saw the left fuel needle lift ever so slightly out of the red.
“During training and for the exam… but not since then.”
“We’re almost there, but we’re approaching from the south. Stay above 150 until we get past the power lines. Then we need to turn east… Okay, see the water tower? It’s 115 feet tall. We’ll make a 90-degree left turn just like we’re racing, and the water tower is the pylon.”
Jennifer fastened her seat belt before the plane banked hard again.
“Now look ahead beyond the buildings straight in front of us. Do you see that little patch of dark in the middle of town? There’s a stoplight all by itself that makes it look like a bullseye. Do you see the stoplight?”
“Yes.”
“We are over the road, that’s Sea Breeze, and pointed at that stoplight. We are now lined up. Lower your landing gear. Do not veer away from the stoplight. Sea Breeze is going to cutoff soon. When it does, be at 30 feet. The airstrip will be right in front of us.”
“There’s no lights!”
“I told you, there would be no lights. We’ve got a full moon. Extend your flaps by half. Get your nose up.”
“There’s no lights!”
“Fuck the damn lights, use your instrument panel and get your nose up. Full flaps, now. Get down, down, down, get down. This strip isn’t that long. That’s it, easy, easy. Stay level, it’s coming up fast.”
The small plane made a hard bounce and lightly touched down, rolling along the primitive landing strip.
“If you turn left on the taxiway, there is a fuel pump and tie downs. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to top off.”
“That’s the craziest shit I’ve ever done in my life. I need to call home and let them know I’m alright.”
In the vacuum of silence, Jennifer marveled with ecstatic joy at their safety only two heartbeats away from sudden death. The plane’s door opened to the tropical smell of southern Florida carried aloft on a light breeze that tasted of salt. The distant thunder of surf provided the rhythm for the melody of traffic.
“You’re a hero,” said Jennifer, running to Tristen while Lee looked around.
“Everyone in this town gets from here to there by golf cart. I just need to find the keys,” said Lee, walking by moonlight to a cart parked behind the fuel tanks.
Tristen and Jennifer didn’t hear and didn’t care. They made out, celebrating their survival. He put his hand under her shirt, and she didn’t stop him as he fondled her breasts.
Lee found a bicycle lock underneath the seat of the cart, putting it in his pocket. He fumbled around without lights until he found the keys in the battery compartment.
“Here we go and lucky us, it’s got the gate key on the ring as well.”
“Welcome to the smuggler’s life Tristen, thanks for your help. You can sleep in your plane, or you can walk two blocks that way and get a room on me. The airstrip opens at 9AM. I’m buying your fuel and paying your usage fees, but first I’d like you to come with me. If we’ve beat Cannon to Florida, I want you to take my wife back with you. I will give you her trigger phrases. She can be your maid or a nanny to your kids. I’ll let you figure out how to give her constant sex. Just keep her safe.”
“Oh yes. I’ve come all this way, shot between guide wires, climbed over power-lines, landed at the world’s scariest airport on only one engine, with no lights at night … bring on the MILF.”
“No worries, if everything is copacetic, you are welcome to spend the night. She’s usually got beer in the fridge.”
They sat on a thin foam pad, covering the hard seats while quietly rolling down the lane in the cart. For the first time in months, Lee got to look at his house under the streetlamps. A rental red Cadillac sat parked in the drive.
“I’ve got this. You guys take the cart and get out of here.”
“Let’s at least check it out. We can go around back and look through some windows,” said Tristen, wanting to sound brave in front of Jennifer.
“Maybe she’s entertaining. You said she needs constant sex,” said Jennifer, a little too catty.
“Alright, alright, we’ll go around back, but if it looks dodgy. I don’t want you guys in danger.”
This would be Lee’s last visit home. He thought of Barbie, and their days together in the simple beach house, and how all their plans went sideways. Perhaps he could have stayed with her, got a job on a charter boat. A bullet hole through the backdoor reminded him in the harshest way those chances were gone.
“It’s time—”
“To put your hands up,” said Jennifer, cocking the gun behind Lee’s head. “Open the door, Tristen. Oh wait, Lee, did you want to say Purple Pineapple Protocol first?”
“No.”
“I guess the voices finally came out,” she said, laughing. “Alright, everybody inside.”
“We’re home, daddy,” said Jennifer, pushing the men into the kitchen and the acrid stench of a freshly fired gunshot.
“You brought the plane, the pilot, and the walking dead,” said the barrel chested man, entering from the front room, taking Jennifer’s gun.
The trio walked through the kitchen, stepping over the bloody carcass of a dead German Shepherd.
“Aw, Max, no,” said Lee with an uncharacteristic sound of regret.
Taunting Lee as they finally came face to face with Barbie, Jack said, “Don’t get so emotional, boy. Just wait and see what I’ve got planned for your dear, sweet wife.”
Maintaining her poise, even in these unflattering circumstances, Barbie appeared regal, sitting on the wicker papasan chair. Its round construction seemed to only amplify her breasts, pulling the eye to where it naturally wanted to go. A graduate of finishing school in another life, she crossed her legs at the knee, and held her bare feet en pointe while in repose. Her alluring arched eyebrows complimented the demanding glare of her dark eyes, alluding to the anger of her dog’s needless death. Yet the most practiced of presentations gave way to the appearance of her lover. A slight gasp pulled her breath across her perfectly shaped full lips, and her heart lurched in her chest. She trembled, wanting with all her might to run to him.
“Or should I say, mother?”
Jennifer’s eyes went wide as she looked at Cannon for confirmation. His tremendous grin showed his discolored and uneven teeth as he nodded his round head.
“Yes, she is gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So beautiful, her own son couldn’t keep his hands off of her, and she’s enough of a slut to let him in to her bedroom.”
“You are so much more beautiful than your photo… those eyes, and you really married your son? Oh my, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” said Jennifer, to the stunning woman darkened by countless sunny days. Her shining black hair, cut in a wedge style, gave it the appearance of a raven’s wings in flight.
The platitudes only filled the quiet woman with despair, another random person mindlessly interjecting themselves into her life. Though, at the same instance, Barbie lustfully considered the taste of the young woman’s kiss, the softness of her breasts, and the wetness of her sex.
“It’s so true. It’s like there’s you and then everyone else,” said Tristin, excited beyond his wildest imagination, thinking the exquisite woman could have been his.
“You are so kind,” said Barbie with a slight smile, her voice rich and smoky. Its sexual character took her admirers by surprise and their hearts on a hook.
Not wanting to lose his importance, Jack regained the narrative.
“Tompkins, here, is an honest to god motherfucker, aren’t you shithead? The real reason he’s stays gone from his beautiful wife is he can’t bear the shame of living in incestuous sin. And the righteous shall punish the wicked, amen!”
“So just how badly did I break Goodwell’s jaw?”
“His jaw?” said Cannon with a chuckle. “You don’t know your own strength. He’s in the Navy Hospital. You snapped that old fucker’s neck and saved me a ton of money by doing it. You know I almost don’t hate you. When Jenny told me you had survived, I said, this must be the work of the divine. Let’s see what the Good Lord has delivered, and you’ve done well. You got rid of Goodwell, you brought Jenny back to me.”
She squealed in delight.
“You brought me a pilot and a plane.”
“It’s out of gas, daddy.”
“We’ve got a tanker truck coming as we speak, sweetie. You even brought my coveralls.”
“I thought you said these belonged to Rick?”
“That’s me, George Richard Cannon. I went by Dick during my evangelical days. Right Jenny?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“She hates the name Dick and calls me Rick instead, but just the same, I don’t want to get blood on my coveralls.”
Lee pulled out his badge, which Cannon grabbed and threw in the garbage. He pulled out his phone, handing it to Jack as a diversion while palming the bicycle lock.
“You brought that up from the bottom of the lake? Aren’t you a fucking optimist? Damn, look at all those tattoos,” said Cannon, admiring the naked agent stepping out of the heavy canvas garment.
“You look more like a newspaper than a man. I think I’ll take you with me. Your mother can watch as my guys skin you alive. Nothing special about you staying alive, but it’ll get me major coup points with my new business associates. I’ll get your hide tanned and turn it into a leather jacket. Hmm, it’s pretty hot down there. Maybe I’ll settle for a pair of boots. They’ll say there goes the crazy ass gringo that skinned a man alive just for a pair of boots,” he said, laughing.
“How many seats are on your plane, boy?”
“Six, four passengers and two crew,” said Tristen.
Looking around, Cannon counted Juanita and her daughter, Jennifer and Barbie, and him and the pilot. “Hmm, looks like you’re finally out of luck,” he said, leveling off the gun at Lee’s head.
“No!” screamed Barbie.
CLICK
“I put the bullets in the gun, daddy. I promise,” yelled Jennifer.
From somewhere near the floor, Lee swung his hardest with the long brass lock in hand, striking Cannon’s chin. A cascade of teeth shot out of his mouth like Chiclets. Before Cannon could fall to the ground, the naked man delivered a thundering spinning back kick to the side of Jack’s neck.
“I swear I put the bullets in the gun, daddy,” said Jennifer, pleading to the bleeding man gasping for breath on the floor.
“And I took them out,” said Lee, handcuffing Jack.
Jennifer couldn’t imagine when or how she had tipped Lee off, but the pain of seeing her “daddy” in such a shape was too much to bear. She fell to the ground sobbing deep remorseful cries in despair, even if everyone else had the opposite reaction.
The drugged Hispanic woman held her hands in prayer. Her muted daughter stared off in the distance, damaged and dazed. Barbie’s breasts bounced as she ran to her son, burying her head in his muscle bound chest.
“Don’t leave me again. Please don’t leave me,” she said, weeping.
Kissing his neck, she stroked his member, coaxing it quickly into a marvelous erection. The dark veins stood proudly beneath his skin and the tip already glistened beneath her touch. Lee spun her around to face the despondent young woman sitting on the couch.
Whispering into her ear, Lee caused his mother to bite her lip and whimper. Whispering to her again, he got her to groan out loud.
Tristen thought about their talks of mind control and said, “What’s the deal with the purple pineapple protocol?”
The young woman who had been so solemnly quiet stood up.
“Ah, there it is. Looks like you’re in luck,” Lee said to his mother.
“So there’s a thing called a field modulator. Before going into the field, all the agents on the team get one, and it comes in the handle of their toothbrushes. They all have the same trigger and release phrase. During the op, if an agent needs an asset, they shove the toothbrush handle up the nose of the asset and a small explosive charge sets the modulator,” said Lee.
“Seriously?”
“It’s a messy job. Anyway, the electrodes of the modulator grow and, in a fairly short time, it’s wired directly to your asset’s brain. I understand they got the idea from a parasitic fungus in flies. The upshot is it turns the asset into a human computer and robot. They’ll do anything you want. Think assassinations. The reason they all have the same triggers on the op is so if we lose an agent, we don’t lose that asset. Watch.”
“What’s your name?” he said to the young girl.
“Becky.”
“Becky? I expected a Hispanic name.”
“My papa wanted me to have an American name and live in the United States.”
The pain in her voice came through even under the influence of the modulator.
“Becky, your papa loves you. Imagine your papa’s love as a radio on the street corner that you can turn up loud. So loud that when you feel sorrow, your papa’s love will make the sorrow fade away.”
A look of peace filled the girl’s face.
“Remove your clothes, Becky.”
Lee couldn’t help but notice his mother licking her lips as the young woman stripped, and so did Tristen.
“Boy, she does get hot to trot.”
“And what would you know about that, young man?” she said in a dare, her voice dark and biting.
“Mom, he’s a good guy. He just slips in to goober mode when he gets excited.”
“Your other little friends were good guys, too. Now look at me.”
“All the time,” he said, caressing her cheek with his palm.
“That’s not what I meant,” she said, leaning back against his chest. “Stay with me, baby. Please. I’m your wife.”
“How the hell did you marry your mom?”
Lee really didn’t have the patience for all of Tristen’s questions, but the young man got them to Florida in time to save his love.
“When you join the OSS, they generate a death certificate and give you a new identity. We walked into the courthouse and got married.”
Barbie buried her face in his chest.
“What happened to her?” asked Tristen.
“A little over 15 years ago, a company in France made a mind control perfume. It didn’t work so well, the novelty wore off, and they stopped making it. A company in New Delhi made a knockoff of the French perfume, except the New Delhi version worked. It worked too well doing permanent brain damage to all the women exposed. lawsuits destroyed the company, and it’s rumored that the formula has wound up in the hands of the British.”
“So you gave this perfume to your mom?”
“No, a friend of mine did. We were kids, doing dumb kids’ stuff. We didn’t expect it to work. But now every time I use her, she needs me to use her more. It’s a sick addiction. I have watched her drink cum by the gallon. I have seen men lined up to fuck her. The lower she gets, the more she wants it.”
Barbie jacked her son’s meat and rubbed her ass against his body. The embarrassing story got her motor running in over-drive.
“Look at the beautiful girl, sweetie. Wouldn’t you like to kiss her? Hold her? Run your fingers across her wet pussy?” he said, rubbing his hands lightly up and down the sides of her large, heavy breasts.
Barbie moaned, as Lee opened her blouse, revealing her large, hard nipples to Becky.
“Come here Becky, and suck on mommy’s nipples.”
Juanita objected, “I’m mommy!”
“Then get up here. Tristen, help her get naked,” said Lee.
The young man had Juanita’s bikini off in seconds. Barbie moved Becky’s head off her wet nipple and placed her mouth on her mother’s big tit. Jennifer sat on the floor stroking her denim clad coochie with her sharp fingernails. And Barbie moved to the young woman’s backside, groping Becky’s extremely wet sex.
Assuming Jack shot-up Juanita with ecstasy, he changed things up to get a better angle on the young woman’s twat.
“Juanita, you need to sit down before you fall down. Tristen put her in the chair and spread her legs,” he said.
Bringing Becky to her mother, Lee said, “Look at the horny pussy just for you to eat.”
Bending the young woman at her hips, he put her face in Juanita’s sex, leaving Becky’s pussy in the air to be filled by his hard cock. Barbie quickly got on her knees, wetting her son’s erection though Becky produced copious amounts of lube. For a man who has had sex on nearly a daily basis with dozens of women during his adulthood, Lee found Becky’s pussy to be pure pleasure, tight, and soaked.
“This is good pussy, mom. Too bad you don’t have a dick because Becky has the best pussy I’ve ever fucked.”
“Humph!” snorted Barbie.
“Oh come on mom, I didn’t get to fuck you until you were 38. I would think the 38-year-old version of you would say she had a better pussy at 18. Here, taste it.”
Lee put his cock in his mother’s mouth and let her suck off the pussy juice from Becky’s twat.
Tristen brought Jennifer over, stripped her and bent her at the hips too, fucking the blonde’s pussy on Barbie’s right side. No sooner had Lee pulled his cock out of Barbie’s mouth than Tristen pushed his in.
Becky’s tight pussy convulsed in orgasm, squeezing Lee’s cock and setting off a chain reaction, where he pulled out to shoot his load into his mother’s mouth. Tristen, seeing the incestuous cum shot, pulled out as well because in seconds he too dumped a load into Barbie’s open pie hole. She played with the cum, holding her mouth open wide so Tristen could see how full it was before swallowing it whole.
Tristen masturbated like mad.
“Don’t do that. If you’re still hard, fuck her,” said Lee.
Barbie laid on her back, pulling her pants and panties to her knees, keeping her legs crossed, and clamped down as Tristen slipped inside her. The young man fucked like a maniac until he came inside Barbie.
“Awe man, I need to get a job working for you.”