Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2011 23:23:21 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Photo 17

Photo
by:  drock(dnrock@rock.com)


17:  The Odyssey Begins

Gold light was just streaming over the Cascades, that early morning yellow
glow, resulting from mother earth's atmospheric prism, bending the red
while scattering the blue into the atmosphere.  Some light ground fog
swirled up from the marsh next to the runway, with the ocean smell drifting
inland on the gentle, cool, morning sea breeze.  Peace and quiet, everyone
is quiet, lost in their own thoughts and perhaps their own dreams.

Our excitement grows as reality creeps into our dream world, the turbine
wine dies down.  Wow this is some aircraft, a Challenger 800, very fast.

"Are you nervous son," mom asked, putting her hand on my shoulder and
pressing her body close to me?

"Well yes a bit, I guess, I don't know."

I knew very well it had nothing to do with art or books or public speaking
and everything to do with my Veronica, who was not mine yet.  I was nervous
because I was not sure of her or of me, but you don't talk about this stuff
to your mom.

"It is just another party, another opening of a kind, you have been through
this many times before."

"Its not that, I like meeting people and talking art."

"He is just worried about Ronnie that's all," Brad volunteered while
steeping up to us.

I just look at him with my, leave it to my brother to pin my heart on my
sleeve for all to see, expression.

"I'm looking forward to meeting her and Linda too, we mothers have a
special interest the girls that capture the hearts of our sons, you know."

She tossed off that comment with a knowing twinkle in her eye, kissing us
both on the cheeks.  ...........

"Apollo do you know anything about a life size photograph of two kids
kissing me on the cheeks," Jason asked?

"The one standing in your living room, should I?"

We were laughing and smiling it was old home time for Jason and I.

The flight captain gained our attention.  "Ladies and gentleman, boys and
girls, the Adonis brothers flying circus welcomes you, but begs your
indulgence for a slight delay.  One additional passenger is late in
arriving but I am told will arrive in the next 10 or 15 minutes.  In the
mean time please aquatint yourselves with my copilot Johan, my seven
student pilots, Jason and myself Captain Edward Swensen."

Who was missing?  My parents, Bob's parents, Chuck, Brad me, hum.  Just
then a commercial landed from Seattle and I saw one of the flight service
trucks take off with its lights flashing toward the commercial terminal.
That explains the delay, but who is it?  Milton perhaps.  That would be
like Jason to surprise Brad.  The truck came racing across the tarmac
halting between the door and the Challenger.  While the driver took care of
Milton's luggage he bounded in the door on a dead run for the head.

The Challengers cabin was very comfortable, large leather seats and sofas
capable of seating about 20.  It seemed no sooner did we reach cursing
altitude, that we were disendowing into Spokane.  No sooner had we landed,
then Jonas and Simon were being taken for a ride in a 172 with Eric as the
pilot and his little brother Drew to assist.  Jenny told me Jonas had been
working with the simulator every day since it arrived.  Milton has kind of
a twinkle in is eyed while she was telling this story.  I wondered what
surprise he had.  Margaret, Linda, Veronica, Mrs. N, and Aphrodite were in
some kind of femaiknot.  Shelley was clinging close to her mother and I
wondered how she was going to do when we started traveling.

Mr. Stuhec the Northwest Foundation operational manager had everything
arranged, almost to the minute.  Bob, Brad and I were rushed off to the
local Nrodstroum's to pick up our uniforms.  Not uniforms as such, proper
evening ware and suits.  Everyone else had been in the day before.  The
salesman recognized Brad from the underwear adds we did in November.

We were all straying at a local hotel except for Jonas and his family.
This did not sit all that well with him.  As soon as he entered the room
Shelley's attitude just changed like magic.  I guess he gave her some kind
of personal security or confidence.  The kids had their scarlet uniforms on
and that drew lots of attention to them from those that had not seen them
before.  Like Bob's and My parents.

"How did you like your flight little man?"

"It was the greatest, Eric sure knows how to fly that 172."

"Did you get the right seat?"

"Sure did, dad can't fly you know."

"I suppose you did."

"Sure did big guy, I could even reach the peddles and you don't have to be
tall enough to see out the window to fly.  Eric said I passed my first
flight test."  He was just a proud as punch.

"Apollo, your mom and I want you to know how proud we are of everything you
have accomplished in the last year."

"I guess we did get a lot of good stuff done but I'm only a part of a
team."

"Oh, were proud of that too but that is not what I am talking about.  We
are proud of your leadership and your ability to recruit such good people
to be on that team.  That and your ability to keep that ego of yours in a
healthy prospective.  You kind of lucked out two finding two treasures in
one summer."

"Two Treasures?"

"Yes, Jonas who as I recall is perfect combination of you and Bob at 10
years old rolled into one bundle of boy energy, good luck and Veronica."

"You and mom like her?"

"Son weather we like her or not is irrelevant, but yes we do.  I sure do,
your pappouz (grandfather) always said a boy will marry a woman as much
like his mother as he can find.  My observation is that for some mothers
the match is to close and that causes conflict with the daughter in law,
probably because they are insecure."

"And in mom's case?"

"You know I can't speak for her unless I want to sleep alone for a few
nights but I would say its a close match.  Aphrodite is not in any way
shape or form insecure, as you well know.  I would not be concerned about
that only about my own emotions and non-hormonal desires."

Jonas was watching us quite intensely, he was in on our conversation.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for marriage yet."

Plato just gave me that knowing smile, I might not know, but he did.

"Thanks dad, I love you," I said, embracing him.

Plato turns to Jonas and signed his greeting.

"If Apollo and I are extended family, brothers, than you are my other dad
right?"

"Well I guess that is right Jonas, I'm proud to be your other dad but don't
forget Milton."

Plato immediately sat on the floor to be down at their level.  He would do
that with Bob, Chuck and I when we were that size.

"What about you Shelley do I finely have a daughter in my family?"

Shelley nodded her head through her arms around his neck and kissed Plato
on the cheek.  As I walked away Plato was beginning to tell them stories
and I knew he would relate his two favorites Jason and the Golden Fleece
and Apollo the Sun god.  I better warn Jason Adonis and send Bob over to
help him sign.  I don't know if mom was ready to be a grand parent but dad
sure was.  I'll bet he would be a lot like Derek Smyth in that role.  Am I
ready to be a parent?

Several of the sponsor reps showed up, people from the hotel, rental car,
airline and so on.  Stuhec had arranged for national sponsors to finance
our tour and make the book available trough their locations to help out the
local groups.  I was impressed with the level of organization and planning
the Northwest Foundation was able to muster with such a small staff.

We had a wonderful dinner with lots of great conversation.  After the
dishes were cleared Stuhec call the meeting to order, presenting copies of
the books to the Sanders and Abitsfords.  Milton took the floor which was a
bit of surprise.  He brought greetings from the company of the JFK.  The
captain of the JFK had a deaf grandchild and when he learned of the project
gave Milton permission to organize a voluntary ship wide sponsorship
program.  He would be taking 300 copies of the book back with him in
sponsorship of the Western Montana area, Shelley's home.  His shipmates
were issuing a challenge to the USAF boys at Fairchild to do the same in
Eastern Washington.  I guess his captain and the base commander were old
football rivals from their cadet days. (I believe Fairchild is Air National
Guard)

"Jonas, when Brad told me that you wanted to fly I asked the boys on the
flight deck what you would need to do in order to earn your wings as an
junior F14 pilot.  They told me you needed to pass a flight test in a 172."

Jonas' face went from awe to an absolute wide eyed full faced grin.

"Eric told me you passed your his test with first class honors."  Milton
reached into his pocket and pulled out a small set of silver wings.  "You
need to come and get them, son."

Jonas ran up to Milton and stood at attention while he pinned the wings on
his uniform.  Milton slotted him and Jonas slotted back.  We all cheered
while Jonas ran to his parents to show them.  While all this was going Brad
and Bob were taking pictures and so was Jonas.

I leaned over to the Northwest Airlines rep. "You better tell the captain
that he has a backup on our run to Chicago."

"Yes and perhaps we need to find some NWA wings for Shelley, in fact I
think the captain on your flight is a woman, you think Shelley will be
interested?"

"Absolutely, she will be thrilled, especially if it come from a female.
Shelley sure took the police uniform very seriously."

"I remember Margaret's descriptions of your mountain rescue and how those
two managed the situation in the lodge.  What those kids lack in hearing
the make up for in spunk that for sure."

Mrs. Sanders took Jonas, Shelley and baby Jewel up to the suite for bed.  I
think she realized there was no way Jonas was going home.  I figured our
kids wanted to stay with the adults as long as possible but since the baby
was heading up and babies and young children are natural magnets Jenny
would not have to difficult a time of it.  Simon just wished me luck for
future bedtimes.  I didn't notice but two PPL men went with Jenny and the
kids.

For the remainder of the evening Stuhec and Margaret outlined out schedule,
the ground rules and so on.  The Abitsfords and Sanders would join us at
various points along the way and we would all get together in Calgary at
the Stampede as Jason's guests.  As we visited various places around the
country parts of our group would spend time with relatives Brad and Linda
with his family in Chicago, Shelley with her sisters in Boston and Dallas
and so on.  The kids would e-mail or TTY every day.

The children would not be allowed to interact with the media and they would
not give interviews.  Only Margaret was to speak to the press, unless she
prearranged for one of us to do so.  The children could meet people at book
signings and art exhibitions but only if one or more of us were present.
The children were expected to meet and interact other deaf children and
adults any time we encountered them and so on.  It is important that the
kids not become to believe they are celebrities and exempt from life's and
family rules.  It was paramount to protect them and their families' privet
lives.

The sponsors were covering all the expenses related to the publicity tour,
UPS was providing all the shipping, and so on.  Stuhec told us that to date
the project was under budget and ahead of schedule.  The English and French
Canadian editions were printed and CD's pressed, the Spanish, European
French and German editions would be done by the end of June.  The North
American CD has all three languages on it as well as a translator signing
the text in ASL as little inset movies.  The Quebec situation is a bit of a
mess with ASL used in the north and available in English speaking homes.
Most others use either LSF (French Sign language) or LSQ (more suited to
the French Canadian idiom).  Not to many children learn both ASL and LSQ.

Margaret also mentioned that we would not be allowing any public figure or
celebrity publicity.  Photo opts would be kept to official functions of
office only and that representatives from the local charities would be
front and center at them or they would not happen.  This would only be a
problem in Washington D.C. and some state capitals.  Stuhec also announced
that copies of the book and CD were being sent to every school and public
library in the US, Canada and Mexico complements of Jonas and Shelley.  One
of the large international service clubs was assuming the responsibility of
assisting in the distribution and sales through their local chapters.  All
money raised would stay in the local community and the local charities were
required to put 95% of the funds into program.  Any money raised by
national sales or from the Art posters would endow a scholarship fund.

......................................

My hands dropped to her butt and I gently pulled Ronnie into this warm hard
body.  She looked up at me, her expressive eyes pleading for more.  My
hands clutched her buttocks gently kneading the firm flesh of this nubile
body.  She stretched up and we kissed.  Once, twice and on the third lip
lock his tongue pushed into her warm mouth.  My hands could feel every
small fold in the girls flesh.  She could feel my erection pressing rock
hard into her tummy, I think she liked what she felt.

She was entirely covered by my body.  I was suspended above her, which
seemed tiny in comparison to my masculine frame. Supported by my toes well
below her small feet, and my long arms on either side of her chest, my body
was quite rigid, in the posture of a man doing a pushup.

We touched at two points.  I had bent down my head to meet Ronnie's
upturned face and our mouths were locked in a persevering deep kiss.  The
other point of connection was my long phallus, half-buried in her vagina.
Other than that, Veronica was free to move, her arms and legs and trunk
entirely unencumbered.  Her legs were wide apart.  I flexed his long arms,
and my body rose still further above hers; my cock retreated an inch or
two.  It was a slight flexing of my hips and knees that caused it to
withdraw from her body, such that only the cock head remained.  The other
seven inches bridging the void between.  I could see all this in extensive
mirrors around our hotel room.

In no haste, I reversed the procedure, with a slight twist of my hips, a
slight screwing motion, my penis disappeared again, slowly, to the root, my
testicles, which had been hanging above her, slapping onto her body between
her legs.  I deliberately repeated these motions, with no haste, no
anxiety, I was taking care that during the length of every stroke, up or
down, the upper surface of my penis was contacting her clitoral region.

Ronnie's arousal grew and she emitted a low barley audible signal.  On the
next upstroke, I held his position halfway between being fully buried in
her vagina and nearly withdrawn.  She began moving against my rigid and now
more or less stationary phallus.  She placed her hands beneath her butt,
and writhed dolphin-like.

Her vagina grasping and relaxing and hugging and releasing my phallus.
Veronica's quiet cries of ecstasy signaled her first orgasm.  She
temporarily exhausted, quit her frenzied motions.  I resumed my stroking,
flexing my long leg and hard butt muscles.

With a final series of hard and somewhat corkscrewing strokes, I brought
her to a still higher level of pleasure.  I expelled my semen experiencing
my own orgasm.  I did not collapse upon my small but strong partner; in a
complex move of beauty and agility I seemed to scoop her up just as I
rolled over onto my back, so that suddenly she was on top of me, without
our union ever being broken.

It was clear to her this was no ordinary man, no ordinary lover.  She was
not sex object, she was not being used.  It was clear she had just shared a
wondrous experience one that would be repeated many time in the future.