Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 19:58:50 EDT
From: Rancher373803281@aol.com
Subject: The Flight School 3

The New Flight School
Flying, Chapter 3
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The third night passed the same as the first two with me on the bottom and
Doug smiling like he had just found his best friend. I wondered how much of
a good friend he expected me to be. Actually, we both enjoyed our three
days together and had accomplished all we had set out to do, AND MORE. The
little Cessna landed easily on the little chop that had developed on the
lake, and taxied over to pick us up.

Butch and Ellen crawled out of the plane with their baggage, while Doug and
I loaded ours. We were told to leave the camping gear as well as the
Medical kits and supplies. It was now these two who were to live on the
island for three days. It was nice to get into the plane and Scott told me
to take the left seat.

I was in heaven. My take-off was perfect and we climbed over the others
standing on the shore, waving and shouting good-bye.

Scott asked us all sorts of questions about our experience and was
impressed as he glanced at our notes, making the odd remark every now and
again.

"How'd you two get along together? When you have to camp together you get
to know how the other guy ticks. That is one way stranded people can
survive, if they depend on one another. You both look pretty great. One of
you guys must be a good cook, huh?" he laughed, leaning over to look at
Doug.

Half an hour later I made another good landing and Scott was pleased. He
told us he would go over our notes and then we would be flying and having
lectures for the next few days while the others were doing their survival
deal. I wondered how Ellen and Butch would get along together. I wondered
if they would do as well as Doug and I. I laughed at the prospect.

During the next few days, we flew long hours and covered a great deal of
territory always winding back home in time for supper and of course, our
swim before the meal.

"Did you get a chance to check out the equipment? I hope you were able to
practice with the equipment. That's the only way to learn that stuff even
if the directions are pretty good," Scott laughed. Doug told him we
practiced splinting broken bones, controlling fever and some other things
outlined in the book.

Our objective papers would explain. He agreed that there was everything in
the kit we would possibly need if every aircraft we flew was so
equipped. He said he had gone over our papers and we both had passed with
top scores.

"Speaking of scoring. I wonder how Butch is making out with Ellen." We all
laughed.

"I see Virg, you got the enema. How did that go over?" he asked, looking at
Doug.

"No sweat," I replied.

"You ever had one before?" Scott asked.

"Nope. This was my first time," I replied, growing a little red.

"Yeah, you're right, it ain't any big deal. How did you like it? Make you
feel better, I'll bet." Scott went on questioning me. Doug told Scott that
I sure took a good one for being my first time. I wished they would change
the subject.


We had our usual campfire and retired to our rooms.

I was awakened hearing some laughing down by the plane dock. I looked at my
watch and it was a little after midnight. I guess I must have fallen right
off to sleep. It felt so good to be in a nice soft bed again.

I got up and went to the front balcony and looked toward the dock. I could
hear splashing water but other than that, the laughing had stopped. It was
a bright moonlit night but I could see clearly, but for the trees in front
of the dock. I decided to slip down and see what was going on and perhaps
take a midnight swim as well, if that was what was going on. I wanted to
scare them so I was very quiet as I slipped across the lawn and hid behind
some bushes where I could see Doug and Scott sitting on the edge of the
dock. Scott got up, and I thought he had heard me, but instead waded out to
the plane's float and lay on it, his legs straddling the pontoon. He was
naked. Doug was doing something on the dock, then he too waded out. He was
carrying an enema bag. I could see it plain as day.

What the heck was going on? He waded to the back of the float. Scott was
going to get an enema from Doug. Huh! I was surprised, but not nearly as
much when I saw this thick long thing that looked like a garden hose. It
was attached to the end of the enema tubing. There was no way Doug was ever
going to get that huge thing into Scott's ass. I watched transfixed as he
slowly inserted the huge nozzle into Scott's butt. He moaned and grunted a
little but eventually the whole thing disappeared. (I learned later that
the nozzle was one designed by Frank Ball, for special enemas that would
reach high up inside a person.) I was even more surprised when I saw the
size of the enema bag. Twice the size of the one in our kit. Good grief. I
decided I would not interrupt them and returned to my room via the back
stairs with a tremendous hard on. I was just half way up the stairs when
the Chinese Cook came down the stairs. He laughed as he pointed to my dork.

"You want special enema too, huh Virg?" he laughed. So he knew what was
going on down there.

I lay for what seemed like hours thinking about what I had seen, but
eventually drifted off the sleep.