Different Circles

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I can see your concern with that.”

“I just hope Señor Gomez made sure to empty all of his stashes before we took possession.”

“Yeah ... me too,” she said, seemingly more nervous about that thought than anything else that had happened today.

They bounced and bumped their way along for about twenty minutes and then came out of the mountains over the Llanos Plains, a vast expanse of tropical jungle terrain. As Jake had promised, the turbulence mellowed out considerably when they left the mountains behind.

“All right!” Laura announced, unbuckling her restraint. “It’s time.”

“Time for what?” Jake asked.

“Time to pee in the plane,” she said. “I deliberately didn’t go before we left just so I could try out the facilities.”

“You realize that once you actually go in that toilet, I have to arrange to have the tank dumped out at some point.”

“No, I did not really think about that,” she said, “but I’m still going to pee. I’ve been looking forward to this ever since you first told me about this plane.”

As she worked her way back there, Jake sighed and looked up at the overhead panel. Just next to the exterior light switches was a switch labeled LAV VAC. He flipped it to the on position and watched as the little light illuminated. Her toilet was now hot.

She opened the door and shut it behind her. After about three minutes or so, Jake faintly heard the sound of the toilet whooshing. The door opened again and she stopped at the sink to wash her hands. She tried to turn it on and nothing happened.

“Hey,” she said. “There’s no water.”

“Sorry,” Jake said, thinking it was testament to how quiet the plane was that he could even hear her. He reached up and flipped another switch on the overhead panel, this one labelled INT H2O. “Try it now.”

He heard the sound of water running a moment later. “That did it,” she announced. She washed her hands and then dried them with paper towels from a roll installed next to the bar. She threw the towels in a little trash receptacle and then made her way back forward.

“How was it?” Jake asked as she sat back down in the copilot’s seat.

“A little cramped,” she said. “A little awkward during the wiping process, but otherwise very nice.”

“That’s good to know,” he said. “I learned at the type-rating that the toilet seat is certified safe to use for takeoffs and landings.”

“Really? Why would someone want to do that?”

“Most of these planes are used by charter companies,” he said. “I’m guessing that that is where the flight attendant sits if all the other seats are full.”

“Wow,” she said, marveling over that. “I was wondering why there were seatbelts on the side of the toilet. I just thought it was in case you had to go while there was turbulence.”

“I guess you could use it for that too,” he said with a shrug.

“I’d have to go really bad to try that trick.”

They flew onward for another minute or so and then Jake looked over at her. “You better put your seatbelt back on. We’re going to pass pretty close to the mountains again as we cross into Venezuela.”

“I’ll put it back on in a bit,” she said. “Right now, there’s another first I need to accomplish.”

“What do you mean?”

She smiled her come hither smile at him. “I notice this cockpit is a lot roomier than in the Chancellor.”

“Yes, it really is,” he confirmed.

Her smile got bigger, more come hithery. “There seems to be a fair amount of distance now between your stick and your yoke.”

Understanding washed over him. “Uh ... yes, there is,” he agreed, “but I don’t think doing that right now, on my first flight, is a really good idea.”

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” she said. “The autopilot has the plane now, right?”

“Well, yes, but...”

“No buts,” she said. “I’m sucking your dick, sweetie. You can either cooperate or I’ll take it by force.”

He looked over at her and smiled again. “Well ... I wouldn’t want things to get violent up here.”

“Good decision,” she said. “Now, break it out.”

He broke it out. And they officially broke in the new plane before he even managed to make his first successful landing.