Rubies are Red. Part 31.
Paul
The cook smiled broadly at Louise and myself as he spooned our breakfast onto our metal plates. Every time I looked around the room while we ate I could see the eyes of the soldiers sitting at the other tables upon us. They were all smiling as well.
Louise's knee touched mine throughout the meal and I noticed she didn't lift her head very often.
I gave the inside of her thigh a reassuring squeeze part way through the meal. It felt soft and warm. I could feel my prick respond and hurriedly pulled my hand away. I didn't need a hard on at that precise moment.
We were each given a packet of dry rations for our lunches after breakfast as the kitchen stoves were switched off just after first light.
We were warned about moving about the camp too much during daylight hours but apart from that there weren't any other restrictions placed upon it.
Louise asked to have her camera back was firmly told no. She would be allowed to keep any rolls of film she had taken before coming to the airfield when she left. She wasn't happy at that. She had a brief discussion with the Commanding Officer about the rights of an American citizen, which she lost.
"Well. How are we going to spend the day?" Howie asked as we made our ways slowly back to our tents.
"I'm for taking a look at that airplane." Grandfather said, nodding towards the Catalina.
Having nothing better to do we all followed him.
Some half logs had been sunk into the side of the riverbank to give the plane a way up onto land. I could by the marks on the ground that it had used them many times. It was pointing back towards the river and a quick look showed what an ideal site this was for a flying boat to land and take off. The river widened just down stream to form a small lake. It didn't look natural somehow. But it would have been effective.
"We started having the river widened here back in the twenties." My grandfather said. "It was hoped that flying boats would be the way ahead for passenger transport. And for a while they were. Then after the Second World War land planes had the range to fly from continent to continent and seaplanes and flying boats went into decline. Although there will always be a use for a vehicle like this one. The air equivalent of a Land Rover. It can land just about anywhere."
He ran his hand along the side of the plane. Caressing it almost. He walked beneath the high wing and placed his hand upon the handle to the door into the fuselage.
"You've flown one of these before, haven't you?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at me.
"Not one of these but a flying boat yes. Crashed it as well." I replied.
"You did well to keep it in the air that long on one engine." Howie said.
"You did, Paul." Louise joined in.
"But I did crash it." I pointed out.
I always felt uncomfortable when people sang my praises.
"What's all this about?" Bill asked.
"It was just after my wedding in Jamaica." Howie started to explain.
"His wife was giving birth and Paul had to fly this aeroplane away from an Island we had stopped at." Louise helped. "There was a hurricane and I had been shot."
"Sounds like it was an interesting time."
"Oh yes." Louise smiled at something. I wondered if it was the thought of me kneeling between her legs, licking her to orgasm. It did restore her power of speak after all. So it wasn't just for pleasure. "It was very interesting."
Grandfather had already climbed aboard and one by one we all followed. There were two Perspex bubbles at the tail end of the fuselage. I'd seen pictures of them being opened when this type of plane was used in an air-sea rescue role.
Three banks of pairs of wicker seats and been bolted to the floor for passengers. There was a fold-down table where the navigator must have sat. It was folded up out of the way. There were three steps on a ladder up to the flight deck where there were two sets of controls. Grandfather slowly climbed up and took the pilots seat on the left.
"Come up here a minute please Paul." He said.
I climbed up and sat in the co-pilots seat. There was a musty smell in the air. I placed my hands on the half-moon steering wheel on the control column and looked around. I recognised all the major control dials.
Grandfather was pulling out some maps from a bin by the side of his chair. He was reaching further into the bin. He grunted with the effort then straightened and sat back in his seat. There was a smile on his face and a key in his hand. He inserted it into its slot and turned it. The needles on the dials in front of me began to move and some lights came on. He turned off the key but not before I had noticed that the fuel gauges read over three-quarters full.
"My friend said he'd leave the spare here, just in case." Grandfather said looking at me.
"That was nice of him." I replied. "We won't need it now with the Americans taking us away tonight."
"True."
There was a light of anticipation in my grandfather's eyes. There was no need for us to try to fly the aeroplane anywhere. We were going to be taken away by the Americans.
I looked over my shoulder at the others. They were all in the rear of the aircraft looking out of the Perspex bubbles. Louise's ass was prominent as she bent from the waist. I wouldn't mind standing close behind her at that moment. I could feel my prick rising again.
My grandfather was looking at me.
"She's a nice girl." He said.
