Tonight’s Episode:

“The Friendly Skies”

The hotel room was a mess.  The sheets were on the floor, there were high heels and underwear everywhere, and the mini-bar was empty.

It had been a good night.

As he stepped out of the shower, he gave Candy a firm slap on the ass and told her not to use all the hot water.  Donna still had to get in.  Donna, though, was asleep on the couch where they had left her.

He dressed and got his stuff ready. Finally, after a long stretch of work, he would be headed home.  Cincinnati, contrary to popular belief, had been fun.  Chicago was a blur as was Memphis, but D.C.  Man, D.C. had made it worthwhile!

He couldn’t wait, though, until he could take off his pants and shoes and dip his toes into the warm sand.

As he straightened his tie, Donna stirred and slowly rose.

Donna: Hey, lover!  You’re not getting out of here already, are you?

He replied, “Duty calls.”

Donna: No morning fun?

He laughed, “Candy got the treat this time.  Maybe if you hadn’t raided the ENTIRE mini-bar and left nothing for us, you’d have woken up earlier and joined us!”

Donna:  Well, you were working and I’m not, so it was all mine anyways.

Candy was still in the shower.  The goodbye slap on the ass would have to do.

He told Donna, “Good point.  Sweetie, I’ve got to go.  Why don’t you join Candy and give her a goodbye kiss for me?”

Donna:  Sure thing!  Catch you next time.

He gave Donna a lift up, squeezed her ass, licked her nipple goodbye, and walked out of the room. The car was waiting downstairs, as he expected. The short drive took him directly through and he breezed by security and strolled to the gate. The gate attendant was Kathy.  This made him happy.

Kathy: “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!  How are you, darlin’?”

Kathy had been there since the old days.  She had settled down, gotten married, and taken a ground job close to her husband’s work.  She missed the excitement of the old days and seeing him reminded her of crazy nights gone by.

Kathy (taking a close look at him):  “Well I’ll be! You must have had quite the night!”

Kathy was a Southern belle to the core and even though she lived in Yankee country, the accent never left her.  Neither did the blonde hair.

Kathy: “Headed home, I see.  Wish I was going with you.”

He replied, “Mi casa es tu casa.  Anytime you want to crash there, it’s yours.  I’m sure Bob would enjoy a trip west.”

Kathy:  “Yeah right!  We crash at your place, he finds your cabinet with the projector, puts one of the old reels in and sees me in all my glory!  That simply would not do. Not at all.”

Kathy had been a looker in her prime.  Heck, she still looked darn good.  If Bob didn’t exist, he wouldn’t have minded putting her in the jump seat and making a new film.

He said, “Well, it’s there for you.  Good to see you Katie!”

He went in and started getting ready. Glen was flying with him.  He didn’t recognize any of the crew.  One young lady in particular, though, caught his eye.  She looked about 26, was blond with green eyes and would have fit in back in the old days no problem.

You didn’t see too many of those kind of girls these days.

He introduced himself to the crew.  Turns out the girl’s name was Lynn.  She was from Texas.  Of course she was.

There was no time for chit chat as everyone went into their preflight routine. Soon,  he had gotten clearance from the tower, powered the engines to full thrust,  and eased the big bird off the ground effortlessly.

Once they reached cruising altitude,  he handed control to Glen, got out of his seat,  and stretched for a bit.

Before 9/11, he would have invited the new girl to the cockpit to see the sights.  Glen would conveniently go grab a coffee and…

Instead,  he logged onto DFO to see what those dickheads were up to. Nothing much,  it seemed.  tWBS had gotten high and written something again.

Out the window,  the view was amazing.  The work was hard and the pay could be better,  but there was no better window office in the world.

“Here,  fuckers”,  he thought,  “this is where you wish you were.”

He clicked Post Comment.

As he made his way across our beautiful country,  he added more.

Eventually,  it was final descent time. Those goofballs would have to wait for the next time for more.

The landing was perfect,  as it always was when he came home. He knew every contour of that runway.

After everyone exited,  he walked out onto the ramp.  Lynn was there,  looking lost.

“You alright,  Lynn?”

Lynn: Yeah,  it’s just that I thought I had another flight tonight,  but I just found out it’s been cancelled. I’ve got to stay overnight and I’ve got no cash and my credit card is maxed.”

He hesitated.  The old days were gone.  He couldn’t do what he wanted to. Fucking HR.

Lynn: “Mr. M, Kathy told me you have an awesome beach pad five minutes from the airport. And that you have awesome home movies.  Do ya think I can see some and crash at your place?”

He smiled.  He definitely needed to bring something nice for Kathy next time he was in D.C. Something Bob would not get mad about.

He spoke to Lynn,  “I do and of course you can, but please don’t call me Mr. M. It’s Brick.  Brick Meathook.”

Lynn: Funny, I always thought I’d be a good bricklayer…

Brick Meathook:

Le Fin