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Runways: Part 2
The Taming of the Shrew

"I told you what I'd do if you pissed me off." I

said as she walked past me.

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"That water was fucking cold!"

"Uh huh. Matches your attitude. I think if I were you

I'd warm it up a bit or you might be sleeping out in the jeep."

"You wouldn't!"

"The hell I wouldn't." I said with a scowl.

"Remember the rules. This is my fucking vacation. You're along because I said
you could, not to baby or pamper you or put up with your diva shit. If you
don't like it, the road works two ways.

"Fine! I'm outa here!" She said stomping off

toward the jeep. She climbed into the front seat and turned the key, the jeep
lurching forward before coming to a stop again. "What's wrong with this
thing?"

"It's a stick shift." I said with a frown as I

turned and walked back into the cabin.

"Okay. So I don't know how to make it work," she

said quietly as she came in and closed the door quietly behind herself.

"Not surprised. Come eat." I said, dishing some

chili from the pot on the stove into two bowls. I was starved, having not
gotten any lunch and it was already half way to dinner. I sat down and dug into
my bowl, ignoring her.

She slipped gently into the seat across from me and meekly

apologized. "I'm sorry," she said barely above a whisper.

"Forgiven." I said simply, pushing a bowl of chili

across the table toward her. "Better eat."

She looked at the bowl cautiously. "Is it

organic?"

"Nope. Just plain cow and beans and spices." I

answered.

"I don't eat much meat," she said quietly, looking

at the bowl as if it might bite her.

"Well, then you're probably going to be hungry a lot of

the time, because I didn't bring a whole lot of vegetables and crap like
that." I said, reaching out to hand her a spoon.

She took the spoon and gingerly scooped a small bite from

the bowl, lifting it to her lips and tentatively tasting it. A few moments
later the spoon was emptied and headed back for another trip. "This is
good," she said with a little surprise in her voice.

"Thank you."

"You made it?"

"Uh huh."

"I didn't know you could cook."

"You never asked." I answered with a shrug.

"I don't know how," she said quietly.

"Guess you're going to have to learn." I answered

her, looking at her face pointed down at the bowl almost as if she were ashamed
to admit she couldn't cook. "Not to worry. I won't let you starve. Eat up
now. Maybe I'll teach you how to fish."

She looked up at me curiously and then back down at the

bowl, scooping another spoon of chili.

"Adam. Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" I asked between bites.

"This. Here. Me?"

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "As a favor to

Amy."

"You like her, don't you?"

"Yeah. She's nice. Not interested in me, but nice just

the same."

"She might be interested in you. She talks about you.

I've heard her say your name when she comes."

I looked at her in surprise. "Huh? She does what?"

"She sometimes says your name when we're fucking. You

did know didn't you? That she was lesbian, right?"

"Uh, no. I didn't. Explains a lot though."

"Sorry," she said softly.

"Well, at least I know where I stand... with both of

you," I answered her between bites of my chili.

"Don't assume. The main reason I don't do guys is that

I hate having the guys coming on to me all the time. Makes me feel dirty or
something. Seems like every guy on the planet wants to get into my
panties."

"Can you blame them? I mean hell, you're one of the

hottest looking women on the planet. You could have the pick of any guy you
want."

"Who says I want a guy?"

"We all assume that, until you prove to us

different."

"Is that why you don't try to come on to me? Or is it

professional ethics?" I chuckled and didn't answer her, but continued
eating my chili. "Come on. I know you're turned on by how I look. I saw
that boner on the way up here."

"Didn't say your body didn't turn my body on. Hell,

sitting here looking at your bare tits turns my cock on. I'll admit that."

"But you don't want to come on to me?"

"Not particularly."

"Why?"

"When I took this job, I thought about it. Shit I had a

hard boner the whole time on those first few photo shoots I flew you too. But I
stopped going to them and stayed with the plane because it just wasn't that
interesting any longer."

"Why not?"

"You really want me to tell you?"

"Yes! I do!"

I set my spoon down and leaned back in my chair. "Even

if it hurts your feelings?"

She was silent for several long seconds. "Yes, even if

it hurts my feelings."

"Because the longer I knew you the more I realized that

you had a personality that was less than attractive."

"What do you mean?"

"You act like a class A bitch. No one likes a bitch,

especially a guy. Anyone I know that's gotten to know you feels the same
way." I said.

"Well, as you say, at least I know where I stand,"

she said tilting her head up defiantly.

"No. You don't. I fly you because I need the money.

You're here screwing up my vacation, the vacation that I've been planning for
six months because Amy begged me to take you. You had a stress attack. Your
body tried to shut itself down because you're over stressed and under rested.
She's afraid of something happening to you. She wanted you to get away and
relax so badly that she offered to spend a whole weekend having sex with me,
just so that I'd take you along."

"She did?!"

"She did. But I told her no. I only agreed to take you because

she threatened to find another pilot to fly you while I was gone, so you're
here so that I don't lose my job as your pilot."

She got up from the table and walked to the cabin door.

"Well you don't have to worry. I won't fire you, and since I'm stuck here
with you I won't be flying with anyone else. So you're safe. You don't have to
worry about being nice to me or doing anything for me. You clearly don't want
me here, so you do what you need and I'll just find something to keep me
busy," she said before turning and walking out the door. The rejection she
felt was deep & profound.

I shook my head, leaned over my bowl and finished the last

few bites. I cleaned up both our dishes, put the food in what served as a
refrigerator in the small cabin, and then dug into my gear, pulling on some
shorts and a shirt and then getting out my fishing gear. It took me about ten
minutes to get my rods put together, threaded and my artificial baits organized
to go fish.

I saw her sitting on the shore, still naked, looking out at

the lake as I walked to the little boat. I flipped it over, put the little
electric motor and the oars in the boat and then went back to the cabin for the
battery. I lugged the fifty plus pound battery out to the boat, settled it into
the back and then attached the cables. She was still sitting against the tree
as I pushed off and headed out onto the lake to fish.

It was dark by the time I came in. The moon was already up,

and while not full, it provided plenty of light for me to make it to shore and
then to the cabin. I reached into my pocket for the lighter that I knew was
there as I headed for the porch. I pulled the lantern down from the hook on the
porch, pumped it up, having checked to be sure it had fuel in it before I left.
I held the lighter to the hole in the side of the lantern and it puffed to
life, the yellow flame quickly changing to blue and then bright white as the
mantel did its job converting the gas flame into a more refined reaction.

I picked up the lantern and walked into the cabin, the light

filling the small cabin and illuminating Kim sitting in one of the three chairs
in the room, wrapped in a blanket, her knees pulled up to her chest with the
blanket wrapped around herself.

"You're back," she said barely above a whisper.

"Uh huh. You could have lit a lantern." I told

her. “The lone skylight I installed over the table had ceased to
illuminate anything, this late in the day.

"I didn't know how," she said with a frown on her

face. "Seems like I don't know a lot of things."

Kim’s Humble Apprenticeship

"Well, come here." I said as I pulled an oil lamp

down off the wall. "Matches are here." I said, stepping to the
fireplace and pulling open a box of wooden matches, sitting on the mantle.

“Gawd, this fur rug is huge! What animal was it,”

she asked.

That’s Uri. He’s the grizzly whom my dad met

outside the cabin, one morning. He stood about 15 feet tall, when Dad dropped
him 10 feet from the door, with a rifle bullet to the heart. We skinned him and
stretched the hide. The meat was rather tough, but we quartered his carcus and
took him to the meat market It’s a nice cozy rug when you’re cold
and trying to warm up in front of the fireplace.

I set the lamp on the table by the lantern and took the

glass globe off, striking the match and touched it to the wide wick. The flame
slowly grew and threw light of its own, though dwarfed by the bright gas
lantern. "I have to deal with my fish. You can come outside if you want.
If not, you at least have some light."

"You caught some?"

"A few." I answered as I turned and walked out of

the cabin with the lantern. She followed behind, wrapped in the blanket and
followed me to the boat and then to the metal-covered table, screwed down to
one side of the end of the dock.

"So that's what this is for?" She asked as I laid

the three fish on the table to clean them.

"Yep." I said as I used my pocket knife to cut the

lower jaw and the belly, pulling the guts out and tossing it into the water by
the dock. It only took a few short minutes to completely clean and rinse the
three rainbow trout that I had caught. "Breakfast." I said, holding
up the three fish in one hand and picking up the lantern with the other.

"So what now?" Kim asked as she followed me into

the cabin, closing the door behind us.

"Well. Usually I'd just go to bed." I answered as

I put the fish in the ice box and set the lantern on the counter.

"So early?"

"It's probably past eight." I said with a shrug.

"Are you hungry?"

"I snacked on some crackers, but I wouldn't mind

something," she answered meekly. "I would have made something, but I
didn't know how to make the stove work. I turned the knobs but the flames never
came on."

"Yeah, gotta light it with a match." I told her as

I walked back to the icebox and pulled a Ziploc bag out. I walked to the stove
and lit two burners, dug out two cast iron pans and put them on the flames. I
dug in my food box for a container of oil and poured some in each pan. Putting
away the oil I pulled out two large potatoes and quickly sliced them, dropping
the white slices into one of the pans and then laid two marinated chicken
breasts from the Ziploc into the other pan.

It only took a few minutes to cook the potatoes and chicken

breasts, ladling the fried food onto two plates. I set the pans aside to let
the oil cool and then set the plates on the table. "Might as well come
eat." I said as she stood near the wall watching me.

"I'm not supposed to make you cook for me," she

said quietly.

"I know. But I did. So come eat."

She walked to the table and sat down, carefully taking a few

bites of the food. "Damn this is good," she mumbled as she began
eating quickly. "I don't get much fried food. Not good for my figure, but
this is so good."

I chuckled. "Thanks."

Kim was finished long before I was, and sat curled up in her

blanket across from me, watching me eat. "Are you good at other things?
Besides cooking and fishing and flying I mean?"

"I think I'm pretty fair at a lot of things. What in

particular are you asking about?"

"I don't know. I mean most of the guys I know couldn't

figure out which end of a fry pan to hold, let alone cook something good like
this. But it seems like you know how to do everything you try. I mean you drove
that jeep up here, you know how to fish, it's like you're a mountain man on
steroids, or something."

I laughed quietly. "No. Just learned when I was young

how to camp and handle myself in the woods. Come on. We'll go get water and
I'll show you how to be Jane of the jungle. You can do the dishes."

"Sounds fair," she said, getting up and standing

expectantly next to the table.

"Here." I said handing her a plastic bucket.

"We have to get water." I picked up the lantern and walked out of the
cabin with her following behind. She followed me to the dock and dipped the
bucket into the water. I smiled to myself as she struggled to carry the bucket
and hold the blanket, but didn't offer to take it for her.

I showed her where the big pot was, and let her fill it with

her bucket and start it heating. We both sat in the chairs, waiting for the
water to heat on the gas stove. She got up, walked to one of her suitcases,
sitting against the wall and open, pulled out a rather slinky looking robe and
slipped it over her still naked body. "Use another pot to scoop water out
into the wash pan. You want to save some of that water to wash yourself
with."

"Wash myself?"

"Yeah. Unless you want to wash in the lake." I

chuckled.

"Oh. Hadn't thought of that," she said as she

headed for the sink.

I took the blanket and threw it back on the bed, stripped my

clothes off and climbed into bed, in the corner. "I'll go to sleep if you
want some privacy to clean up. Just make sure to shut the lantern all the way
off before you come to bed. I'd hate to waste the fuel, there's only so
much."

"Okay," she said quietly. "Adam?"

"Yeah?" I answered without looking over at her.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being different," she said, as if that explained

it all.

I was still awake almost half an hour later when the cabin

went dark. Kim climbed into bed with me, smelling of flowers as she slipped
under the blanket with me, her back bumping against my back as she climbed into
the full size bed. "It is small, isn't it?"

"Uh huh. Cozy for two." I answered her.

"I don't mind," she whispered. "Do you always

sleep like that?"

"Like what?"

"Naked."

"Yeah, actually." I answered in a whisper. "I

don't have to, if it bothers you."

"No. Not if it's how you usually sleep."

"Okay." I answered sleepily. "Go to sleep

now."

I woke up with the sun, not completely surprised to be

spooned up against Kim. How did I roll over and nuzzle up in this spooning
position? How would I explain it?
It was cool in the cabin and her body heat was certainly attractive to any
sleeping body. Natural response, as was the morning woody. I suppose I could
have considered that woody being jammed between her legs and my hand cupping
her breast through the thin nightgown being natural as well, but the last thing
I needed was to wake up the ‘ice queen’ thinking that I was trying
to take advantage of her in her sleep.

I eased myself away from her and out of bed. I stepped to my

duffel and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt, pulling them on and then
heading out the door, letting the screen door slam as I went. If she was awake,
she pretended not to be.

By the time I came back from the outhouse Kim was up and

dressed in a pair of pink sweats, the form fitting spandex hugging her curves.

"Good morning," she said surprisingly meekly.

"Morning."

"I guess it's my turn now," she said heading to

the cabin door, her hair looking wild after the night's sleep. While she was
gone I pulled the pan from the potatoes onto the now lit front burner, heating
the oil left over from the night before.

"You're going to reuse the oil?" She asked as she

stepped back into the cabin, rubbing her arms to ward off the morning chill.

"Yep. The potato oil. It'll be find for cooking

breakfast." I said as I pulled another pan from the cabinet and lit
another burner. I spooned a couple teaspoons of hot oil into the other pan
before laying the two of the fish from last night into the hot oil. The fish
sizzled and spit in the pan as it cooked, the skin crisping in the hot oil as
the fish cooked through. I flipped it over after a few minutes to let the other
side cook and then cracked some eggs in the second pan. In only a few minutes I
had two plates of breakfast ready to eat, fresh fish and eggs. Couldn't ask for
a better breakfast in the woods. "When you wash the dishes, don't use soap
in the cast iron. It'll ruin it." I told her before I got up to head out
of the cabin.

I loved fishing early in the morning. Working a small fly

along the weed banks on the far end of the lake where the four small springs
trickled into the lake was one of my favorite spots on this lake. The rainbow
trout came up from the cold deep waters to feast on the small bugs and minnows
that inhabit the weeds, making my flies an inviting target of opportunity. By
lunchtime I had six nice fish on the stringer and was ready to head back into
camp. Even from half way across the small lake it was obvious to me that Kim
was waiting along the lakeshore. Just as obvious was that she was scantly
dressed in just a loose tubetop and mini shorts, walking barefoot on the stones
near the shoreline.. Two days ago I wouldn't have given a shit, but for reasons
that escaped me at the moment, the thought of what she might or might not be
exposing besides her sexy breasts had my cock quickly growing in my shorts.

"You're back!" She said surprisingly cheerfully as

I motored silently up to the dock, only the soft whir of the motor and the
sloshing of the water along the sides of the little aluminum boat making my
presence known. "Have any luck?"

"I did." I answered as I let the boat slide all

the way to the shore and burry its bow gently on the small patch of sand next
to the rickety little dock. I looped a rope around one of the cedar posts and
then climbed out with my stringer of fish.

"Oh. Those do look nice!" She said as she walked

toward me, I guess sometime since I first spotted her from the middle of the
lake, she’d removed her top & was wearing only the skimpiest of
shorts, her large soft tits swinging and wiggling with each step.

I walked to the end of the dock, to the cleaning table trying

to ignore the fact that my cock was hardening even more in my pants at the
sight of her practically perfect tits. She stepped up to me to watch, so close
that one of her breasts brushed my arm gently as I worked to clean the fish,
her attention riveted on my motions.

"Is that all there is to it?" She asked after the

third fish.

"Yep. Wanna try one?

"Can I?"

"Sure." I answered, stepping to the side and

holding the knife out for her. "Pick one and hold it belly side up. Yeah,
like that." I said as she grasped the slippery fish the same way I had.
"Now, see that spot there, that hole just up from his tail. Yeah, right
there. Slip the tip of the knife in and carefully cut all the way up his
stomach to his jaw. Yeah, just like that." I told her as she tentatively
worked the knife along the belly of the fish toward the head. "A little
more. Yeah, that's enough. Now, set it on the table belly side down. And cut
just behind the front fins there. Yeah, cut down, but

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