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Message-ID: &lt;12924eli$9807101229@qz.little-neck.ny.us&gt;
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From: tonytony3@juno.com (anthony anthony)
Subject: tonytony3's  Maria's Revenge 1/2 *(cheating, revenge)
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tonytony3's  Maria's Revenge 1/2 *(cheating, revenge)

Go to Boston Center now, on 118.05

Center on 118.05 for triple X-Ray.

I dialed the new frequency into COM 2, switched over to
that radio, pressed the mike switch on the yoke, and
reported in.

It was the expected response. Roger, X Ray cubed, radar
contact. Yeah, they saw me.

                  What an unusual day. Just four hours ago I
                   thought Id be  spending another night in
                  Cleveland. Then, we had a breakthrough.
                  If Id be willing to accept an equity interest in
                  the company, as  well as a bit less money, theyd
                 license my patent. That way, John
                 explained, wed be sure youd be around when
                 we wanted you. Youd have a vested interest.

                Damn right. It would make me truly independent,
                independent of   my wifes family for that
                matter, and wed live happily ever  after.

Hey, Im within a hundred miles of home! Fly the damn
airplane,  stop daydreaming, plan ahead.

Boston Center, Mooney six niner triple X Ray would like
lower, please.

Triple X, descend now to 7000 feet.

Triple X out of 11 for 7.

Close the cowl flaps, pull an inch or so off the manifold
pressure, trim a bit nose down. . . there it is, a 500 feet a
minute descent. Thatll burn 8 minutes, and get me 24
miles closer.

           So, we signed the letter of intent. Our lawyers would
           see  to the details. I made a quick call home, and told
           Maria  Id be home about 11 tonight. What a life!

           I called flight service: an Instrument Flight Rules
           plan would be needed: Rain and clouds and shit all
           the way. I filed a  flight plan, ETD in an hour.

           Johns wife offered to drive me to the hotel, and then
          to the  airport. You bet I accepted: a big mistake. She
          came up to the room with me, watched as I started to
          pack, went into the bathroom as I continued, and she
          came out, wearing only a towel,   just as I finished
          filling my garment bag.

            Youre in the big leagues, now, Al. Time for some
           big league  perqs, she said.

            Until then I was a faithful husband.

            But when she came closer to me, and my arms
            automatically went around her, and felt the towel on
            her back. The towel opened, and I touched her
            skin. Then only our  bodies close together  held the
            towel up, and I saw, in the mirror, her nude
            back, her naked ass, and those wonderful legs, and
            she said  Dont you like me?, and stepped away,
            and then the towel was  gone, and her breasts were
            as lovely as her legs, and her waist
           was so slender, and her hips, and her figure, and. .  .

            and I couldnt resist.

             She drove me wild, and then drove me to the Burke
            Lakefront  airport, and  drove out to the airplane to
             help keep me  dry, and then, after  preflight she
            climbed into the cockpit with  me to Tuck me in,
            and I was never sucked off like that before.

              Ill have to change my night time pre-start
             check list. Lets see, right after verify gear switch
            is set to  down Ill add Extinguish all interior
            lights, position pilot  seat fully aft, undo pants,
            have passenger test alternate joy stick for freedom
           of movement  and lick-off,


              and. . .


I could still smell her, still feel her mouth, feel the sensation
of that first penetration. And,  I missed my scheduled ETD
by only a half hour! A life changing half hour. I dont want
to be an unfaithful husband, as great as that sex was. I
wont let it happen again.

Back to the real world. I had to call home. I pushed one side
of the headset off,  pulled out the cellular phone, and called.
Theres never a problem with cell phone connections when
youre a mile and a half up in the sky.

Maria, Im 20 minutes out. Will you pick me up?

Sure, Al: be careful, viz is awful, its windy, and dark, and
raining. Ill see you soon. Marias a pilot, too. More than
that, she went through the bother to become a CFII: she was
licensed to teach, including flying on instruments.

ATIS, the automatic briefing broadcast,  confirmed what
Maria reported. 300 feet ceiling, a mile visibility, winds 140
degrees at 23 gusts to 35. It would mean flying the approach
to near minimums: as low as I care to go. Then, Id have to
fly the airplane onto the ground in those cross winds.
Thered be nothing subtle about this landing.

Triple X, continue decent to 3000.

Xs is out of  8 for 3.

As expected, a few minutes later, the next hand-off: Triple
X, Boston Approach now, 122.25.

Twenty two, twenty five for X cubed.  See Ya.

I twisted in the new freq on COM 1, switched radios, and
made the call.

Approach, Mooney six niner triple X Ray out of 5 for 3,
with Hanscom information Bravo, confirming I listened to
 the ATIS broadcast.

Triple X, radar contact. Continue decent to 2,500, expect
an ILS to one one. Current ATIS information is Charlie.

The weather was changing quickly, I guessed, for the worse.
It sucks, but the instrument landing system to runway 11
had the lowest landing minimums at the airport. I should
get home.

All was going well. This WAS the big leagues.

Triple X, you are 4 miles from the outer marker. Cleared for 
an ILS to Hanscom runway 11. Contact tower on 119 point 
5 at the outer marker.

Roger, cleared for the ILS, tower on nineteen five at the
outer marker.

The localizer reported I was lined up, and here comes the
glide slope. . . centered, and there was the beep   beep
beep of the outer marker, the ADF needle swung around
and pointed to the tail, and  gear down and flaps at thirty
percent - no full flap landing in these winds - and mixture
and  prop forward, fuel pump on,  get the decent rate on the
glide slope nailed, and switch the radio to tower and

Triple X is at the marker inbound.

Mooney Triple X Ray, Hanscom tower, cleared to land.

I checked and rechecked: the airplane was all set up for a
missed approach in case I dont break out of  the clouds in
time to land. Always treat finding the airport a happy
accident my wife/instructor says - that way not finding it
when you are as low as you can go wont be a surprise.

Hey, that wasnt so bad.  400 feet above the ground and a
mile from the runway threshold I saw the VASI, the strobe
lead in lights, got my landing lights on (you keep them off
when youre in the clouds, the glare can really screw up
night vision),  and on to the runway without bending or
breaking anything, and taxied to the tie down.  God didnt
punish me for fucking around! At least, not yet.

I saw the headlights, and my wife drove the minivan to the
airplane. She was tying down the tail before I was out, and
in a moment the airplane was secure. I got a welcoming
kiss, and then, when the lights were on in the van, it
started.

Al, theres lipstick on your mouth. And on your collar!

Theres no washroom on a little airplane: no way to alter
evidence, and there was no time to think of an excuse.

It was a silent ride home. Then we were in the door, and she
looked at me, and - they always know, dont they?

YOU WERE FUCKING AROUND!

I cant lie to her. I tried to explain. I rationalized. It was no
big deal, a one time event, it would never happen again, and
I was sorry, so sorry, and. . .

She wasnt buying it.

Maria is Sicilian. She has old country values. So do I, for
that matter.

Not a big thing. Big man, telling his wife its not big thing
for him to screw around.

&gt;From a high to as low as possible in a couple of hours.

I love my wife. Shes the most important thing in my life to
me. I told her all of that, but somehow those explanations
werent carrying any weight.

I slept in the guest room for the next two nights.

Maria was still angry. I cant even tell my family!

Her family! I forgot about that! I could be a dead man.

I flashed back to our wedding, and her dad taking me aside
as he gave me keys to our house: A little wedding present.

And I remembered what he told me. I like you, Al, but if
you ever hurt my Maria you will regret being born!

And I remember her three big brothers talking to me later.

Ill bet pop told you Maria is the apple of his eye, and he
probably threatened you if you didnt keep her happy her
oldest brother, Monsignor Mario, guessed.

Thats right, Mario. Thats what he said. Well, yes, I do
call him Mario. He did say family didnt have to use his
honorifics.

You dont have to worry about him, Vincent, the lawyer
brother said. If  you do anything bad to her, by the time
were done with you, there wont be enough left for pop to
hurt!

Mario added I was happy to celebrate your Wedding Mass,
Id hate to have to do your funeral one.

And Jack, the brother with the construction company,  - Big
Jack, hes called - didnt say anything. He just shook my
hand, nodding congratulations on marrying his little sister,
and it only took a week for the pain in my hand to go away.

That was the family I prayed she wasnt going to tell!

Finally, four days after Cleveland, I was summoned by her.

Sit.

I sat.

Tell me every detail.

I did.

OK. I decided I want this marriage to continue. She
stated.

Thank God.

Me too, I agreed.

But, Im Sicilian. Every fiber in me demands revenge.

Maria, it wasnt a big important thing, it wont happen
again. . .

That argument wasnt going to work.

Not a big thing! If I screwed around youd go crazy!!

No, no.

That was the wrong thing to say.

Well see about that!

She stormed out. There are times when I think Im pretty
smart, and then there are times when I prove Im not.

Like just then.

The next evening Maria threw the contract, the one that
came from Cleveland,  that brother Vincent just reviewed,
on the table. Vincent says youve got a good deal here.
This is fine for us. Sign it.

Well, that part of the trip paid off. I signed.

Ive decided on how I will have my revenge.

Anything, Maria.

Youve always been a jealous man, Al. I am a jealous
woman. Well see about your anything Be here when I get
back from the gym.

She left, wearing that damned spandex workout suit that
made her look so good. I had not been  near that body since
Cleveland.

Ninety minutes later a slammed front door announced a
sweaty Maria returned.

She marched into my den.

Do you remember about Frank?

Frank?

Franks that detective whos always propositioning me at
the gym.

Oh, that Frank. Yeah, I do remember.

Youre the bastard who said fucking around is no big deal.
Franks on his way here. Lets see just how big a deal it is!

What?!

You just let him in when he gets here. Im taking a
shower!

But.. .

No buts. Its my revenge!

But.  . .

But nothing. She was gone up to the bath room.

I was left standing there, mouth open. Stunned.

I was still standing there when, in a few minutes the bell
rang.

I opened the door, and Frank: great big black Frank,
wearing his Members Only jacket,  boat shoes,  chinos, and
a golf shirt, pushed his way in.

You gotta be Al. Christ, you fucked up big time.

What the hell?

He interrupted. Ive been wanting to screw your wife from
the first time I laid eyes on her. I told her a long time ago it
could be any time, any where, any way, the kinkier the
better. Tonight she told me you screwed around, and if I
still wanted to, tonight was  my night, this here was the
place, and showing you what its like to have your wife
screw around is the way. I like parties like this.  Where is
she?

Shes in the shower, but. . .

This big man just said Shut up. Get me a beer.

I heard a voice from upstairs: Do what youre told!

And then Maria appeared, wearing a long robe.

She took Frank by the hand - no beer, a success!- and
pulled him angrily up stairs.

At the top of the stairs she turned, and saw me standing
there, mouth open.

Get up here she demanded. Youre the one who said this
was no big deal.

The grin on Franks face was lecherous as he beckoned me
with his finger. His middle finger.

He was led and led me to the guest room. The bed was
turned down, the lighting was low.

Maria drained a drink she had in the room. Poured another.

Lets get this over with, she said.

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