I am always glad when an airplane touches down and I can feel it slowing.
Part of that has to do with the time I flew into Portland and the plane I was on had no front wheel, we did a rather terrifying nice long and noisy skid down the runway.
I would have kissed the pilot after that one, 50 year old guy or not. But they sent us down these neat little slides and actually had a vehicle waiting there to give us a ride like they expected it or something.
One would have thought everyone would have been screaming, but nobody made a sound.
Yep, airplanes. I don't like then, but they are necessary.
Me? My name is Jeremiah Alan Hansen, trouble shooter for a corporation that makes machinery to replace people. The job pays well, since I am one of those guys that can look at one of the big machines our company sells and see what is wrong with it in about three seconds.
There are a few others working for the company, most machinery setters. They call me when they push the buttons and nothing happens, or perhaps when too much happens.
The bad part is I am often on a damned airplane headed somewhere. Stuff like that is tough on a man's family life, as I discovered after leaving my hot little 22 year old redheaded wife alone for several days one time too many.
As it turned out, leaving her home alone at all was too much.
All of the comments about her being "bored" and "really really sorry" didn't work. She even tried the "it won't happen again."
But I was fairly sure it would. I should have known, the first time I saw Patty half her titties were hanging out, skirt too short, sex on wheels.
Exactly like the last time I saw her in the lawyer's office. We were trying to negotiate and both lawyers including mine had their tongues hanging out.
My only hope was when we got to court, the Judge would be a cranky old woman.
So here is was, flying into Reno. I had been thinking about my wife Patty the entire trip, her lawyer was demanding half of this and half of that, it was beginning to look like she was going to be the most expensive little piece of ass I ever had.
I should have known, of course. At 35, marrying a 20 year old is just plain silly. There might be women that something like that would work for, but not Patty. She liked things, she liked to smoke pot, and she liked men, no way would she settle down at that age.
I was back home for a whole day when I heard about the party at my place from a guy I know. His name was Tommy and we went to high school together.
He was there, then when he realized I wasn't there and saw Patty messing around with more than one guy that night, he felt obligated to tell me.
Patty started in trying to deny it but finlly admitted it, we had one hell of a fight and I left.
Mistake there, I left and she didn't, so now she was still in my house which I was making payments on, and I couldn't even go over there because the court thought I was dangerous.
Well, that was probably true.
The other mistake was I jumped in my Van I normally drove to the office, leaving my new torch red z06 Corvette in the garage, door shut and the keys dangling from the switch. The mini battery charger was hooked up because sitting for a week would run the battery dead.
I was driving to my motel room one afternoon and saw my Corvette sitting downtown in front of a day spa, hood up and some service man jump starting it.
Patty sitting behind the wheel with one of her girl friends in the passenger seat, both of them looking nasty.
It's a wonder I didn't break the steering wheel when I went by but I managed.
I was on the pissed off side at her, fantasies of dropping her off a downtown bridge kept popping into my mind.
Not that I would ever do anything like that but it was fun to think about.
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The taxi driver was one of those foot to the floor all the time type of guys, sometimes the brakes and sometimes the gas but always as hard as he could push.
We missed everybody somehow. He said something I couldn't understand when I paid him and tipped him just a buck, probably a good thing because it didn't sound like "Thank you" to me.
The company pays for my hotel room, all I have to do is check in. I was at a downtown hotel this time, nice because the rooms are better than the damn motel my boss Hal put me in the last time I was in Reno.
I got that upgrade when I told my boss Hal that I was going to fucking quit if he put me in one of those fucking rat holes fucking again.
Yea, I was crabby.
Two miles to the strip, OK for getting to the job but I had to call a cab to go anywhere.
I was in a bad mood about that, plus still dealing with the Patty shit.
"Hell, Jerry, no need to get all jacked up. Sure, anything you want, just ask." Hal told me.
OK. That was cool and I didn't even get fired.
Of course, like I said, in three seconds I can see what is wrong with one of Hal's machines, so not bloody likely.
Kind of a bit of an advantage, that. It did pop into my head to ask for a raise too, but I left that alone.
Maybe next time.
Anyway, 60 seconds at the hotel counter, key card in my hand and I was in the elevator.
The room was nice, it even had a hot tub. Windows that wrapped around since it was a corner room, a pretty good view of the hills in the distance although looking down all I could see was roof tops and some cars and people down below.
Huge curtains, they slid back and forth by remote control, the TV was in a cabinet at the foot of the bed. More buttons to run that, there was a horseshoe shaped bar that stuck out in the middle of the room, the thing was even stocked!
I was thinking I needed to yell at my boss more often.
I dropped my suitcase, dug out some slacks and a shirt. Tossing them on the bed, I undressed and went in to take a long hot shower.
The shower was big enough to seat six, the room looked like one of those party rooms.
Reno. OK. I got it, this was cool. I decided to freshen up and go down to the Casino floor, see what I could find.
Over four weeks with no sex is terrible, Patty and I had sex every day when I was home and some days twice.
A couple of years of that can get a man used to it. It even popped into my mind to perhaps make a phone call, after all, Reno is full of available females but it just was never in me to do anything like that.
I would rather wander around the casino, find some nice looking thing with no rings on her fingers and have a little friendly chat.
I did that some back before I got married, being young and a bit cute with a lop sided grin and money in my pockets made it easy most of the time.
I was about three years out of practice but I hadn't forgotten anything.
OK, so I fiddled around in the shower some, stopping short of wasting the evening just in case. It had been over a month and Patty was a memory.
The good part about Patty was great, her lithe body was made for just one thing.
Sex!
The bad part I tried to not think about, it made me see red and visions of her freckled face bulging as my fingers snugged up around her neck....I was really trying to not think about that part.
Instead I tried to focus on the way her eyes would become little slits as she lay back, slowly slipping one leg off to the side, exposing her most inner secrets to my view.
Man. No doubt about it, I needed to get laid.
Finally after about a half hour, I shut off the shower, found some big towels and dried off.
Using a smaller towel to briskly rub my hair, I walked into the main room.
I was all the way into the room, naked as a jaybird, when I looked up.
There with the door open stood a woman in a gray business suit with a small carry bag in one hand.
Glasses perched on her nose, hair pulled back into a bun, she looked like a school teacher, the only thing missing was a pointer.
The expression on her face was one of total shock.
I kind of think the expression on my face was similar.
"What are you doing in my room?" She demanded, looking like she was about to break and run.
I jerked the towel down to cover my crotch, it was barely big enough and I had to hold it there since it wouldn't reach aound my waist. I was also still sticking out quite a bit from my earlier messing around.
