All Aboard Andi's Dream Ch. 09

"You know what Four Four Two means, don't you?" asked Lucy with a sly grin.

"Tell me."

"Four tires, Four Headlights, Two doors."

Gus laughed. Actually, 442 doesn't have a meaning, it's a sales gimmick. Some once said it stood for Four hundred cubic inch engine, Four speed transmission, dual carburetors, but the average 442 had a 350 engine, automatic transmission and a single two-barrel carburetor.

"So what is this cruising that you and Paul talk about?"

"An old fashioned cruise. We go up and down Main Street for a while, music blasting, a few others join us, then we head out to the 279 Café for a malted and a burger."

"God I haven't had a malted milk in ages," sighed Lucy.

"That's what you get for living in big, fancy cities like Denver... Buffalo..."

"The next thing you know I'll be running off to the big city lights in Toledo," said Lucy as Gus pulled her tight.

"Speaking of Toledo, I have two tickets to opening day at Salen Field. Buffalo Bisons versus the Toledo Mudhens."

"Hell yeah!" cried Lucy. Lucy loves any form of sport, even curling, but Buffalo Bisons baseball was an event! Friday night games in the cheap seats was the best fun you could have with your clothes on.

"It's going to be a group outing, even Yi and Kenny are coming."

"I can't wait! I need to get my Detroit Tigers hat signed by Tom Selleck for the game."

"You have a baseball hat signed by Tom Selleck?" asked an impressed Gus.

"No, try to keep up with me. I said I need to get my Detroit Tigers hat... signed by Tom Selleck."

"Good one," Gus chuckled, and he led her through the Quonset with his office space and wood shop. She saw the makings of rocking chairs.

"These are beautiful!" gasped Lucy. "Are you restoring antiques?"

"No, John is making copies of an antique rocker that used to be in his family. He's building it from pictures that he had from when he was a kid, and he's doing an amazing job. They're a surprise for Paul, Andi and Macy, so don't say anything." Gus was having a hard time himself. John was doing incredible work, and was having so much fun with the woodwork that he even started on two more chairs, one for Paul and one for himself. Even daddies need a rocker to comfort babies.

Gus led Lucy to the house, and she said, "this place is incredible! Your orchard is all in bloom, what kind of trees do you have?"

"Four peach, four apple, four pear and four cherry. I have an annual pie baking competition with Macy because they have peach, apple, cherry, and pear trees on their farm too," said Gus. "We're adding pumpkin this year. With the twins, Macy says we have to plant pumpkins." He pointed off past the orchard, "I'm letting the pastures and fields grow wild, there's some paths I cut with the ATV which you may like walking and jogging on."

"I could bring my mountain bikes out," said Lucy as she gazed off into the fields. It's been a long winter, and she's spent too much time on exercise bikes. She needs to get out into the fresh air and put some miles behind her.

Gus led her to the house, a beautiful old two-story farmhouse with an attic with gabled windows. He led Lucy into the kitchen, and she found what looked like an old-fashioned farmhouse kitchen but was in reality an ultra-modern kitchen with appliances that had faux wood veneer. One of the knotty pine cabinets turned out to be the dishwasher. The French door refrigerator looked like an antique icebox next to a wood cabinet. The stove looked like a very early model gas stove and the kitchen sink had a faux pump-handle faucet.

"I didn't have anything planned for dinner, but there's a giant steak in the fridge we can share and I have frozen veggies coming out the ears from last year's garden."

"You have a garden? Gus! You are a man of many talents!" said Lucy as she drew closer.

"I help with Paul and John's garden. And Andi and Macy do my grocery shopping for me. They're trying to make me healthy for some reason."

"For good reason," said Lucy, as she smiled at the burly contractor and hugged his arm. Lucy grew up knowing she was the ugly duckling and never in her life had she met a man who not only disagreed with that, but saw her as the sweet, loving, highly intelligent woman that she was. "I want to keep you around for a long time."

"How long?"

"Forever."

"What a couple we make," said Gus. "What kind of future do we have? I don't understand a word of what you and Andi say, how can we communicate?"

"And I don't understand a word of what you say with John at work or in church." Being Jewish, she was lost when it came to what John and Gus were discussing with church, and when it comes to working with wood, carpentry, electricity, or plumbing, they had her completely lost.

"Are you assuming that both of us are incapable of learning? I think we have some incredible starting points, cars, hiking, camping... and one of us loves you very much, we just have to teach you how to do that too."

Lucy curled an arm around Gus's neck, and they kissed long and sweet. "That's the right answer, Mister Didomissio." She slowly sank to her knees and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled down his pants. As his cock sprung free, it tapped her on the chin as it popped up. "Is that anyway to say hello?" she asked his cock and licked a drop of pre-cum off the head. "That's better," and she gave his cock a long lick from balls to the bulging head. As one hand gently cupped his balls, she ran her lips and tongue up and down the sensitive underside of the shaft.

Gus groaned and ran his fingers through Lucy's hair. He knew there was no sense in trying to stop her. When Lucy set her mind to doing something, she did it. And she did it very well. She stroked his cock while she nuzzled and gently sucked his balls, then she ran the tip of her tongue up the length of his shaft and took the head of it in her mouth. She looked up at Gus and winked at him, then slowly swallowed his cock, inch by inch, until the spongy head of his cock pressed against the back of his throat and she gagged.

Andi told her that the gag will go away with practice, but until then don't force it. If the guy cares for you, he'll want to stop, and that messes everything up. Take it easy. Lots of wet friction. Turn your mouth and your hand into a pussy.

Gus's cock was big enough that Lucy was able to use both hands. She'd take his cock as deep as possible, then pull back and stroke with her hands while tonguing the head of his cock, then another deep plunge to the back of her throat. Over and over she sucked and swallowed, and Gus rewarded her with groans and gasps. She didn't realize how rewarding that sound was until she met someone she cared for as much as Gus.

"Lucy," he gasped. He sounded desperate. "Baby, I'm going to cum!"

In answer, she nodded her head and sped up her actions, her tongue slithering over the sensitive underside with new fervor. As she bathed his cock with her tongue, she reached down and slipped her hand inside her slacks and touched her tingling clit and suddenly she was cumming. At the same time, with a strangled cry, Gus came, spurting into her mouth over and over, and to both of their surprises, Lucy continued to cum as she swallowed every drop. The flavor was not pleasant at all, but having a man that she cared for so much cum in her mouth was a unique thrill that she wanted to do again and again. And she knew Gus would reciprocate until she screamed herself hoarse.

"My god that was incredible," gasped Gus as, with pants around his ankles, he kissed her deeply. "You didn't have to..."

"Hush. I wanted to, and it's something I learned to enjoy on New Years Eve." They kissed again, and she said, "That was quite an appetizer, but I'm still hungry."

"I'll get the steak, you get the veggies and let's do it.

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Paul and Andi walked slowly through the National Museum of the United States Air Force. "This is amazing," gasped Andi. She never realized that there were that many airplanes that flew. Several enormous hangars were filled with aircraft, the propeller driven Air Force One that carried JFK to Washington DC from Dallas, the F-117 stealth "fighter" (it was a small bomber, never a fighter), there was a parasite fighter that was dropped and recovered in the bomb bay of the B-36, an Apollo capsule, bombers, fighters, transports, the collection was amazing.

Paul stopped in front of the F-15 and glared at it. The immense collection of metal, plastic and rubber was Paul's number one rival for Melony's love. He hated that damn thing. For a moment, Paul thought he had won. Melony said she was going to turn her back on it. She was going to give up the Eagle, but in the end, the F-15 got to hold her for the last time and cradle her as she took her last breaths.

The thought brought Paul tears of rage and sorrow. He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes closed.

Andi didn't know what was going on inside Paul's head, but the occasional tear let her know that the turmoil in his heart was still painful. She took his hand in hers and gently led him away from the Eagle to a place they can talk. "What is going on?" She gave him a kiss, and she felt him loosen up.

"It's stupid," said Paul. "You hear women complain about it all the time but you never hear men say it because many of the few women that fly the eagle are married to pilots. The few that are married to average schlubs leave us with the same issues that wives of pilots have."

"I don't understand," said Andi.

"I hope you never do." Paul sighed and sadly said, "that damn thing was my rival for Melony's heart." He looked around especially pained, fighting to hold back the emotions. "She loved it, she lived to fly, our best times together were nothing compared to her worst days in the F-15." Paul looked down at his hands clenching and unclenching. "It got to hold her as she died... that was..." that was his job but he couldn't say it. Andi suddenly realized that there was still a lot of love for Melony after a decade. After a deep breath Paul said, "I was told she was cheating on me, and I hated her... and I hate me for hating her. I should have known she would never have an affair... that would be cheating on me and the Eagle. She couldn't do that. Not to the both of us."

"It's ok," said Andi as she hugged Paul, but deep in her heart she wondered if Paul was really over Melony.

A museum employee saw the drama play out, but he's seen it a dozen times already today. Normally, the National Museum is filled with awe and wonder. Often the employee saw someone mentally kick themselves for being so crazy to go up in a machine like that. But far too often, a sorrowful memory arises. The memory of a mission gone horribly wrong, a buddy lost, a terror filled flight in an aircraft that was falling apart, a final ride down in a parachute into enemy territory. There's nothing you can do for those men and women except thank whatever power you believe in that there are men and women like that, strong enough and brave enough to get into the cockpit when we need them most.

They found an AAFES food court and sat down for a cup of coffee. "Do you want to talk about it?" Andi asked.

"Well, that's actually why I'm down here," said Paul. After a moment he said, "If you're wondering if I'm over Melony then you have nothing to worry about. I was so full of anger and hate that I drove her memory away... It was really hell, even though I thought she was cheating on me, the pain of her going was ungodly, and the military never cared. It's probably why your mom and I get along so well, we both understand what each other went through."

"That and you nearly gave her a spanking in our driveway on Christmas morning."

"I did not..."

"You did," insisted Andi, "and she respects you for that." Andi took Paul's hand in hers and said, "don't worry about me, I'm not insecure about your feelings for me. I watch you with the girls and I realize that the five of us are in it for the long haul. If we need to get you help with Melony's memory, Macy can find us someone who can help. She found someone for your buddy Josh."

"Josh isn't seeing anyone."

"He still needs to make the first step, and Macy has told her friend Doctor Lennox about him."

"Do you think I need to talk to Macy about this?" asked Paul.

"The question that should be asked is do you think you need to talk to Macy about this?" asked Andi.

Paul was silent for a very long time, then he quietly said, "Yes." He sipped his coffee and said, "It's like I'm cheating you out of a normal relationship. I have to get her out of my head."

Andi squeezed his hands and smiled softly. "You're a good man Paul Jarecki. Just waking up next to you honors my life."

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The sentencing phase of the court martial allows the prosecution to bring witnesses to testify to the damage that the guilty caused, then the rules allow the defense to bring forth witnesses to testify to the good character of the convicted. Needless to say, Paul agreed to testify for the prosecution. He spoke to the prosecutor several times before flying down to Wright Patterson Air Force Base, and by the time the prosecutor called him, he and Andi were ready.

Paul wore his uniform and shaved off his beard this time. That was something he "forgot" to do before Jacqui's promotion ceremony. "The prosecution calls..." The prosecutor paused, but it was clear someone entered the courtroom. The sound of someone walking up the aisle could be heard. Paul heard the toc-toc-toc of women's shoes getting closer. "The prosecution would like to call, lieutenant colonel Paul Jarecki to the stand."

Paul stood and turned, and there was Colonel Jacquette Davis. "I couldn't miss this for the world," said the tall wing commander.

"God I miss you. It's been what a month? Two?" whispered Paul.

"Shut the fuck up," she whispered, chuckling. "Tear him up."

Paul walked up to the witness stand and Jacqui sat down next to Andi. As Paul was sworn in, Jacqui said, "How much of this do you know?"

"He doesn't talk about it," she said.

Jacqui took Andi's hand and said, "hold on as tight as you need to."

"Colonel Jarecki, when was the last time you spoke face to face with your wife Captain Melony Ruskin?"

"About thirty minutes before she left for Korea," said Paul. "I escorted her out to her airplane and we talked before she did her preflight. I kissed her goodbye and then watched her inspect her airplane."

"You didn't talk while she did her preflight inspection?"

"No sir, she was too conscientious of a pilot to allow herself from being distracted from her pre-flight procedures."

"When you said your goodbyes, what did you talk about?" asked the Prosecutor.

"We talked about having a child. We talked about informing her commander that we were going to have a baby... and I..." Paul closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I was so excited that I kind of mentioned our plans to him while she was in Korea."

"And what did Lieutenant Colonel Burrell say when you mentioned that?"

"He said that he thought the idea was great and that our baby was going have a squadron of loving uncles... and now it's gone. Our dreams were shattered."

Paul closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together as the memory tore at his heart. In the audience Andi gasped, "oh god" in a tiny voice. She never realized how horrible it was for him.

"What were your plans for the future with your wife?" asked the prosecutor.

"We had vacationed in Ellicottville NY and fell in love with the area and we decided to live there. She found a farmhouse and we were negotiating with the seller, we were going to close on the house when we returned from Japan. I'd be a country doctor working in a small hospital, we'd raise chickens... a sheep or maybe a goat for our son or daughter... she was going to paint... she did wonderful still lives..." Paul looked up and saw his giantess holding his wife. Andi was losing the struggle to hold back her tears.

"After she died, what did Lieutenant Colonel Blecher say to you?" asked the prosecuting attorney.

"He said, 'shit happens when you're TDY.'"

There were some quiet gasps in the courtroom and the judge tapped his gavel and said, "I will remind the court that there will be no outbursts." He paused for a moment, then said, "Carry on."

The prosecutor looked at his notes and said, "What did you take that to mean, Colonel Jarecki?"

"I took that to mean that he and Melony had an affair in Korea."

"How could that one statement lead you to believe that he was having an affair with your wife?"

"Because before every Temporary Duty Assignment when I was his flight surgeon he would ask me for Plan B abortion pills. He would say, 'that way what happens when I'm TDY, stays TDY.' I'm sure if you ask Doctor Weaver, his flight surgeon in the 44th you would hear the same story." Paul had spoken to Lance Weaver when Buzz Blecher transferred to the 44th and warned him that Buzz would ask for Plan B. Lance came back later and said that Buzz Blecher did that at his first meeting. Paul cleared his throat and said, "Buzz... Colonel Blecher was famous at the Kadina Officers Club for bragging about the women he slept with while on TDY or while their husbands were on TDY."

"Tell us what happened to you after Melony died," said the prosecutor.

"I was devastated. My future was gone. I tried to mourn her passing, but it was like every time I got into a place where I was able to mourn her passing, someone would come up to me and ask me how long she was having an affair with Colonel Blecher. I would reply, 'she wasn't.' And they would respond by saying, 'he said they were and it was cool with you.' I was shattered, I couldn't concentrate, I was kicked out of housing without warning and I had to resign as flight surgeon. My career was destroyed. I hated him, but worse, I hated her. I spent years hating my wife because of him, because he couldn't keep it in his pants."

"Is that it?"

"No. I turned to drink. My career as a doctor was almost over. I didn't care, I hated the world and the world hated me. Then I met Lieutenant Jacquette Davis. She was in a dark place like me and we decided to play racket ball instead of me spending what remained from our paychecks at the bar. I was still filled with hate, even sober but Lieutenant, now Colonel Davis, helped me so much. I was able to get a position as lecturing surgeon which carried me to retirement, but there was no chance for advancement because of what was in my records."

"So your self-loathing ended Colonel Jarecki?"

"Far from it, I was suicidal, I planned to kill myself after his trial for manslaughter regardless of the verdict."

"What stopped it Colonel Jarecki."

"I beat up my brother, I was so filled with hate and self-loathing that I beat up the only man who never did me any harm." Paul groaned, "My little brother is a pastor... He'd never swat a fly... He only goes fishing because the apostles did and I beat him... I beat up a pastor... he said... he..." Paul was struggling with his emotions "His wife locked us in an empty building and he begged me... he said, 'I can't take your hate anymore, please hit me until your hate is gone or I am gone.' and I beat my hate out of myself by using my brother as a punching bag." He was glaring at Buzz Blecher.

"If you could speak privately with Colonel Blecher, what would you say?"

Paul looked at the prosecution and said, "There is nothing I could say to him that would make any difference. He raped my wife, then he killed her, then he spread rumors about her so I would hate her and it destroyed my life for years. I don't even know where she is buried because he filled me with so much hate for her I didn't want to know. He has a narcissistic personality, and he doesn't realize he did something wrong. Right now, he's sitting there wondering what I am complaining about. He does not realize the damage he does to other people with his selfishness, and I know I'm not alone. Men were afraid to go TDY with him prowling around housing."