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Runways: Part 1

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Runways: Part 1
Flying a supermodel isn't all it appears to be.

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I had to find something to do when I got out of the

military. Something that I loved, something that I wouldn't mind doing while I
collected my military pension at age 40. Yeah, I know, retired at such a young
age. But the military game is a young man's game and even with over seven
thousand flying hours, youth still trumps experience in the flying game. As you
get older your body just can't respond like it used to. As a result I just
couldn't keep taking those high G maneuvers.

I convinced the bank that I was a good risk, purchased myself

a used Beach King Air 200 turbo prop and set myself up as an executive charter
service. Life was good. Business was thin. On more than one occasion I ended up
sleeping in my own airplane rather than getting a hotel room, just to try and
save some money. It's not easy to pay for a three quarters of a million dollar
aircraft, fuel, maintenance and living expenses. To be quite honest, I was
about to drown under that debt.

Welcome Amy. Amy called because of one of my business cards

I'd left in so many airports. Amy was the executive secretary to a somewhat
famous fashion model. In her own words, she was a glorified baby sitter,
helping Kimberly manage her multi-million dollar business of runway modeling
and lingerie line and endorsements. Her current problem was that Kim had
suddenly become afraid to fly commercial following a spate of terrorist attacks
against aircraft. Her question was a simple one. Would I be interested in
contracting to handle flying her around the country? Could I deal with airport runways,
so she could focus on helping Kim dominate the fashion garment runways.

At that point I would have contracted to fly Beelzebub

himself, if the price were right. Little did I know that six months down the
road I'd feel as if that was exactly who I was flying.

Kim was gorgeous. Of course she was. She was a super model.

At thirty she was on the long side of it, but then some continued to work well
into their fifties, with the right skin care and constant workouts and such.
Kim flitted from city to city, rarely spending more than two or three days in
any one place. She had a beautiful twenty thousand square foot home, which she
seemed to rarely be in. She could walk the walk and talk the talk and sell sexy
little lingerie like she was selling snow to eskimos. Unfortunately her looks
is where nice stopped. She'd started to believe her own hype. She'd started to
think of herself as a diva and act as if those of us around her were beneath
her. More than once her sweet lilting voice snarled from the passenger cabin
that I was flying too rough, or making the plane bounce too much for her to
sleep. As if I had any control over the air currents.

Amy was the constant. She was always there, inserting

herself between Kim and whoever might possibly be around her. She soothed Kim
and kept her empire on an even keel. But while the pace seemed relentless to
me, Kim seemed to just eat it up. She loved the challenge as much as I loved
flying. I suppose if I hadn't gone out on a limb after three months and updated
my plane from a 1980's vintage to a reasonably new 2002, I might have even quit
the contract. But with that new payment to cover, the last thing I wanted to do
was kill the cash cow. I'd asked Kim more than once for a date, and always
gotten the same answer, "we can fuck or we can work together. Which do you
prefer?"

"X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven, rolling." I

radioed the tower as I applied the throttle and sent the Air King accelerating
down the runway. This was going to be a relatively short trip. Kim had some kind
of a photo shoot in the middle of Missouri, at some lake called the Ozarks, out
in the middle of nowhere. All I knew was it looked like a winding snake on the
map and had one small airport close to where the shoot was that had just enough
runway to sneak in if I went in light. In only a few short minutes we were
climbing through ten thousand feet, winging our way from Chicago over the
Midwestern landscape at nearly three hundred miles an hour.

"Adam!" I heard Amy call urgently from the

passenger cabin.

"Yeah?" I called over my shoulder.

"Kim. She passed out. I can't seem to wake her!"

She called, panic clearly etched in her voice.

"Is she breathing?" I called back.

"Yes, but it's very shallow and I can't seem to wake

her."

"Okay. Check her eyes. Lift her eyelids and see if they

respond."

"They seem too, but she still isn't waking up."

"Okay. Let me see where we can put down!" I called

back to her. "Chicago center. This is X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven.
Declaring a medical emergency."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. State your

situation." The controller radioed back.

"X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. We have a passenger

that is passed out. She is breathing at this time, but otherwise unresponsive.
Requesting a Vector to the nearest airport with medical close by."

"Roger that X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Hold

one." The controller said before pausing for a few moments. "X-ray
Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven turn two four zero. You are cleared to five thousand
direct. ST Louis should be fifty miles. Contact St Louis approach on one three
two point one two five. Have a good day."

"Thank you Chicago." I answered before changing

the radio and starting a decent toward St Louis.

The decent and landing were as normal as they could be,

touching down less than twenty minutes after making the initial call. I taxied
to the executive terminal and shut down, the ambulance quickly coming to the
side of the plane as my turbo props spun slowly down to a stop.

As much as I disliked Kim, I was concerned for her

well-being. Clearly Amy was as well, and I did my best to comfort her on the
taxi ride to the hospital. By the time we got there, Kim was awake and back to
her normal bitchy self, though the doctors and nurses seemed to be flitting in
and out with uncommon frequency. Twenty four hours later and who knows how many
tests she was ready to be released.

"Now look. All I can do is warn you," the doctor

said with a stern look on his face. "You were lucky. You can't treat your
body this way. My prescription is two weeks away, at least! No stress. You need
to find someplace to relax and decompress."

"No fucking way. I have too much to do!" Kim

argued.

The doctor turned to Amy and shook his head. "If you

can't get her to take it easy a while, she's going to be right back here again.
And next time she may leave toes up!" He said emphatically before turning
back to Kim again. "I mean it! No phone, no computer, no stress of any
kind. Your blood pressure was through the roof and you're just damn lucky it
wasn't a stroke! Find a way to do it. And find a way to do it frequently, or
you're going to be leaving us all too soon."

"I'll make sure she does!" Amy said giving Kim a

stern look. "Thank you Doctor."

"Your welcome young lady. I hope she listens to you

better than she's listening to me." He said as he looked over and saw Kim
texting on her phone again.

"She will. If I have to tie her up and drag her

off." Amy said sternly to Kim.

"Good luck with that," he said, shaking his head

as he walked away.

"Come on." Amy said, leading Kim from the hospital

room. It was little more than two hours and we were back at the airport, the
turbines warmed up and taxying for takeoff. The plane practically leapt off the
tarmac and into the air as we headed back to Chicago, soaring into the air.

"You know. I don't know how you're going to get her to

have any time away," I said to Amy as she sat in the right hand seat, Kim
sitting in the back alone, still angry with the doctor's orders.

"Yeah. I know. She can be difficult," Amy agreed.

"Glad I'm not going to have to deal with her," I

said, shaking my head.

"No? Oh. That's right. You're going away for a couple

weeks," Amy said, nodding as she remembered that next week started my
promised vacation. "Where are you going again?"

"A little mountain lake in Colorado," I said with

a smile. "Just me and some really good fishing. Sit back, catch a few
trout, watch the sun set on the mountain side looking over the valley below. It
can't get more idyllic than that!" I said with a sigh.

"Sounds like a perfect get-away!" Amy said,

leaning back and looking at the cockpit ceiling. "No phone, no demands on
your time, just relaxation for two weeks? God I envy you!" She said with a
sigh.

"Could have been yours too." I said with a grin,

reminding her that I had invited her to come along, only to get the typical
answer.

I made one last pitch; "The bed is big enough for two,

though it would be a bit cozy!"

"Yeah. I think we covered that one," she said with

a smile. "Though it does sound tempting."

"Can't say I didn't try." I answered her with a

shrug.

"So how do we get Kim to go on a vacation like

that?"

"Not my problem," I said with a smirk. "I

lined this up months ago. You know how hard it is to find a place like this?
Isolated? No phone no modern utilities, nothing?"

"Yeah, it has to be tough." Amy said as she looked

out the window at the ground far below. "Hey. I know. Take Kim!"

"What? Are you nuts?" I said in surprise.

"First off, her idea of roughing it, is not having her manicure on time.
Can you imagine her out in the boonies without even a flush toilet?"

"Oh lord. That would be something to see," Amy

said with a laugh.

"Yeah. She'd go nuts in half a day," I said with a

shake of my head.

"So, how much does this little vacation cost you?"

"Oh, fuel, food, cabin and all? About seventeen or

eighteen hundred. It'd be less if I didn't fly this gas hog there, but the only
real way there is by plane or a long drive up from Denver."

"That's not too much. I'll pay you." Amy said

quietly.

"Pay me for what?"

"To take Kim," Amy said, still looking out the

window.

"No way. It's my vacation. I don't want to baby sit a

prima donna!" I almost snapped.

"Be a shame to have to find someone else to fly us

around while you're gone. Never know, she might like the new pilot
better," she said softly.

"You trying to blackmail me?" I asked in surprise.

"Oh I wouldn't call it that," she said, turning to

look at me, a crooked little grin on her face. "Just think of it as job
security."

"Think of it as one fucked vacation," I said

hotly, staring out the front at the open sky. "It's only a one room cabin.
Kitchen, bedroom, living room...all the same room. And only one bed. Where will
she sleep?"

"You're adults. You can share the bed, right?"

"Remember me saying it was, really cozy for the two of

us friends?"

"Yeah. So it can be cozy for you two too. It'll give

you a chance to get to know her better."

"You're psycho, you know that?" I said angrily.

I'd planned this for months. I wanted to get away from the ice queen, not shack
up with her!

"So how about it?"

"I don't think you could pay me enough money to do

that," I said, shaking my head.

"Okay. How about I sweeten the pot. I'll sleep with you

for a whole weekend when you get back."

I looked over at her incredulously. "Did you just

suggest that you prostitute yourself to convince me to take her with me?
Seriously?"

"Does, seem a bit over the top, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. I think you need to think about a new job if you're

that wrapped around her," I said with a frown. "Yeah, I wanna go to
bed with you, but not like that."

She was silent for almost half an hour before she finally

said anything more. "I'm sorry.” She confessed, “ I shouldn't
have suggested that. But I will pay your expenses if you take her along."

"Send her off to a camp or something. That's what you

do with children, right?"

"She's not a child," Amy said testily.

"Though I have to admit, sometimes she acts like one."

"See?"

"Okay. Seriously. Will you take her with you?"

"It's my VACATION... AWAY FROM HER!" I answered

angrily.

"Adam. Seriously. What will it take for you to take her

along?"

"You're not going to give up, are you?" I observed

her tunacity.

"Nope."

"Shit!" I swore quietly. "Okay. I'll take

her. On one condition."

"What's that?" She asked, with a smile that said

she had definitely won, again.

"She has to pull her weight. I'm not her servant. I'm

not waiting on her and I am most Definitely not going to change what I planned
on doing because she came along! I don't care if she reads a book or plays
solitaire or whatever. But if she turns into a pain in the ass I'm throwing her
in the lake!"

"As long as you don't drown her, you have my permission

to throw her in at your discretion!" She said, practically beaming at my
agreement. "So what does she need to bring?"

"Jeans, tees, flannel shirts, that kind of thing."

I answered.

"I doubt she's even put a pair of jeans on in years,

but I'll see what I can find."

"I'd still rather take you." I muttered.

"Maybe you can some time," she said, surprising me

again as she climbed from the seat and slipped back into the passenger cabin.

I didn't hear most of the conversation, having to

concentrate on talking with approach and the tower as we got closer to landing.
What I did hear wasn't particularly flattering.

Cabin Therapy

"Saturday. 10:00am sharp. If she's not here, I'm

leaving her behind." I said quietly to Amy as they got into the waiting
car at the airport.

"Trust me. She'll be here with bells on." Amy said

with a smile. "No matter what she says right now."

"If you say so." I answered with a frown, not

really wanting to think about how ruined my vacation had become.

The Hot August Saturday morning came; and at five minutes to

ten, Kim’s car arrived in did just that. Kim and Amy climbed from the
back, Kim wearing a black mini-skirt, a red halter top and four inch spike
heels. "Oh this is going to be fun." I said to myself with a frown as
Amy and Kim walked up.

"So, Kim. Do you have something to tell Adam?" Amy

prompted.

Kim rolled her eyes and bobbed her head side to side as she

usually did when she had to do something because she was told to that she
really didn't want to do. "Yes. Adam. I'm supposed to do whatever you tell
me. Do half the cooking and not mess up your vacation. I'm just on vacation
along with you and you're not my servant," she said with a frown.

"And?" Amy prompted.

"And if I become a pain in your ass you have permission

to throw me into the lake," she said with an irritated huff.

"Okay. Get on board." I told her as the driver of

her car hauled the two big suitcases to the plane. I stowed them in the belly
compartment and latched it down tight before climbing the stairs and pulling
them up behind me. Kim rarely sat in the front with me, but was seated in the
right seat as I crawled over the console into the left seat. It only took a few
moments to get the turbines running and spun up, having already warmed them up
after doing my ground check. I handed Kim a pair of headphones and put my own
on as she adjusted them over her brown curls.

"So, is this going to be fun or are you just doing this

because you're being paid?" She asked across the electronic circuit.

"I'm going on vacation. You're tagging along." I

answered before pressing the button. "X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven,
ready to taxi."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared

to taxiway K to runway one six. Hold short and notify."

"Roger. Taxiway K hold short and notify." I

answered as I pushed the throttles and started the big plane moving forward. We
bounced across the rough taxiway for almost three minutes before I could turn
and stop in front of the runway. I stopped and did my throttle checks and
verified that all my controls worked as required, and notified the tower.
"X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven holding at one six."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. You are cleared

onto one six. You have a gulf stream coming in about two minutes behind
you."

"Roger that. I'll be long gone." I answered as I

eased the plane onto the five thousand foot runway. I didn't even bother to
stop as I pushed the throttles fully forward and spun the props up to speed,
the plane quickly accelerating down the tarmac and easily lifting into the air
with our light payload.

"And we're off," I said to Kim as we accelerated

into the air, quickly climbing above the low cloud deck and breaking into the
sunshine above.

"So what makes this a vacation? Sounds like there isn't

anything there," Kim said.

"There's a cabin. A boat. A lake and some incredible

scenery. What more do you need?"

"TV? Cell phones. Electricity. Hot water."

"There is electricity, as long as the sun is shining.

And as far as hot water, there's a whole lake full. All you have to do is bring
in a bucket and put it on the stove," I said with a chuckle.

"Oh joy."

"Don't start already. We have over four hours," I

said to her as I set my GPS to Crested Butte airport.

"So what do we do there?" she asked after almost

half an hour of silence.

"Fish, relax. You do know how to relax, right?"

"Well. Amy packed me some books. So I guess I can read

some. I suppose I can swim some too."

"Maybe. If you don't mind cold water. The lake is

probably around sixty five or so this time of year."

"Oh joy," she said with a frown.

"Don't worry. You can always just lay out on the dock

and catch the sun," I told her.

"So, neighbors?"

"Uh. Closest is about five or six miles away. This is a

lake on top of a ski resort. This time of year there's a skeleton crew on at
the lodge, but that's about it."

"Well. Sounds like a lot of fun," She said with a

frown on her face.

"Remember what I said about that water

temperature?"

"Yeah."

"Don't make me throw you in as soon as we get there,

because I will if I have to!"

"Okay," she said with an obvious pout.

"So what do you talk about when you're not talking

about work?" I asked her.

"Well, clothes, nail polish colors, what we should wear

to various things. You know, girl stuff."

"Girl stuff, huh?"

"What do guys talk about?"

"Fishing, hunting, sports, that kind of thing."

"How much can you talk about fishing?" She asked

curiously.

"A lot. How much can you talk about what to wear?"

"A lot."

"How long did it take for you to pick that? What you're

wearing."

"I don't know. Maybe half an hour."

"I see," I answered with a shake of my head.

"How long did it take for you to pick what you're

wearing?" She asked, looking at my t-shirt and cargo pocket shorts.

"About thirty seconds," I answered her. "So,

you do realize we're headed up a mountain."

"Uh huh."

"In a jeep."

"Okay."

"On a bouncy dirt road."

"So?" She said with a shrug. "Your

point?"

"Just wondering what made you think that was an

appropriate outfit." I answered with a chuckle.

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