Jicarilla Flats
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 26
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 26 - A very lucky unlucky pilot finds his way into fortune from the wreckage of his downed aircraft. After returning to the civilized world from his nightmare away from home, his good fortune continues, and continues. Some want to stop him, and some want to seek revenge on his friends, but his good fortune holds. Follow Charlie in his adventures as he turns a valley into paradise and makes it his home.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Military Rags To Riches War Polygamy/Polyamory Slow
Anna met us at the hangar as we taxied in from the runway. It was a homecoming wrought with emotion. She immediately hugged on Courtney and Lori, then accompanied them up to the lodge after giving each of the others of us a hug and a peck. I’m sure she was concerned about Courtney’s mental health situation after the incident and the news that followed.
True, Courtney wasn’t there when it happened, when Dongas and the thugs came visiting, but she knew she should have been. Had we not had the last-minute plan to fly off with the instructor and his wife, we would have been there, and she could have been front and center watching a short lived, but deadly gunfight.
Once we were settled in, and preparing for the worst of winter, we got a call from an associate of one Donna Beverly. She identified her position as Donna’s administrative assistant and wanted to make an appointment for Miss Beverly to take us up on our offer of a dinner and conversation. After explaining to the young lady that we weren’t selling, she said she understood that and went on to explain further.
“Mr. Compton, Miss Beverly wants to talk to you about the reasoning behind your feelings, but not to push the sale. It is to be a personal visit and not to be taken in a bad light. There is also something she needs to say to you, sir, that cannot be said over the phone.”
“Tell her Wednesday would be superb. Come early. The weather is supposed to be bearable; we can talk out in the pool area and soak up the sun then retire indoors for dinner. May I ask how many guests to expect, Miss...”
“Haskins. Elaine Haskins. Just two. Miss Beverly and myself.”
“Yes, come early and make sure you both bring swimming attire, Miss Haskins. Are there any dietary restrictions we should know about?”
“None that we know of, Mr. Compton. You said swimming attire and mentioned the pool area. Isn’t that part of the country getting chilly this time of year, sir?” Elaine asked.
“Yes, but the pool area is covered and is quite warm in the daytime. We should have full sun, according to my weather forecast app on my phone. Also, Elaine, if you like, plan on spending the night. We have plenty of room here at the lodge and if you fly in, we can put your pilot up in the apartment out over the garage while you and Donna can stay here in the lodge with us. We can feed you a decent breakfast and I can even sell you enough gas to get you home again.”
“I’ll be flying Miss Beverly in myself, Mr. Compton. You don’t mind if we use your airfield, then?”
“Absolutely not, Elaine. Feel free. What kind of fuel are you burning?
“Jet A, sir.”
“No problem, Elaine. I’ve got plenty on hand. I guess that’s it, then. Please let us know when you are nearby. We’ll be listening for you on Santa Fe’s frequencies.”
“I will. Just one more thing, Mr. Compton. Is there a reason why you continue to disrespect her, to refer to Miss Beverly informally, using her first name and such, when you two are not familiar with each other? She absolutely abhors such actions, and I just want to prepare her, if need be.”
“Elaine, I call Jesus by his first name, and he’s a lot more special than Donna is. I don’t work for her, she has nothing I want, and while not intending disrespect, I refuse to bow to an equal. That’s all she is to me. Don’t take that wrong. I wouldn’t call the president by his first name unless he told me to, but that’s about where I draw the line. Donna, in no way, rates that kind of respect in my eyes.”
“I see. Well, hopefully this meeting will go cordially, at least.”
“At least, Elaine. At least. We’ll see you in a couple of days.”
“Yes, you will, Mr. Compton. Goodbye.” And that was the end of the call.
Why she was concerned with what some guy in the middle of flyover country calls her was beyond me. After what she’d done, or caused, she was lucky I wasn’t calling her ‘bitch’, or worse, the ‘C’ word. Sending the thugs out here was definitely cause for a little ‘C’ word calling. Maybe we can have that conversation while we’re out by the pool. Maybe. That might be fun, I thought, ‘A captive, yet hostile, audience. I’m sure the girls will have a field day with that.’
I let the girls know exactly what had transpired, and what was coming. Just as I thought, they were elated. Company! They knew what we were dealing with, so I translated that to mean, ‘fresh meat to kill’. ‘This would be fun’, ran through my mind.
Their arrival set me back on my heels. Once they were on Terra Firma, they taxied to the hangar, being led in, and parked with Laura’s assistance. When the hatch opened and the stairs came down, I was caught by surprise. Donna Beverly appeared human. She was dressed in a casual outfit, slacks, open toed pumps, and a button up blouse under a light jacket. Her hair was pulled back in a small ponytail. The only thing I could think of was that she was making sure she didn’t put on airs or offend anyone. Was this a form of apology in itself?
At the bottom of the stairs, she held out her hand for mine. “Mr. Compton. It’s nice to see you again. I hope we can put the past behind us. The first thing I want to say is, ‘I’m sorry’. You are probably one of only three of four people that has ever heard me say that. The rest were most assuredly family. I apologize for my actions, my words, the actions of people I hired to scare you off, and the words of anyone I prodded to offend you. I’ve done a lot of soul searching in the last few weeks, and I’m not happy with what I see. That’s what I want to talk to you about.”
“I’m happy to help, Donna, but why me? I’m just a simple man with simple needs. My only request was that you leave us alone to enjoy our lives in our valley.”
“Why you? Because you are a simpleton with simple needs and didn’t fall for the ‘five times what you paid for it’ offer.” She smiled the whole time, making sure I didn’t take the ‘simpleton’ description to heart. “Not many people would do what you did. The only other time this has happened, he was in his seventies and just a stubborn old coot. But he was a stubborn old coot with a lot of money, and he outlasted me. You aren’t that old, and you may just be happy, content with your plot, as opposed to just mean and stubborn. That’s my take, anyway.”
“I could have outlasted you, too. I’m glad you gave up when you did. We had a lot of ugly things going on around here, and you not coming after us any longer helped out a little bit.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of ugly things?”
“At this time, I mind you asking. It’s relatively early, but the pool is open, the sun is shining, and it’s five o’clock somewhere. Let’s get you all up to the lodge, and we can get you settled, fed, if need be, and changed into pool appropriate attire. Elaine did warn you about that, didn’t she Donna?”
“Yes. I was warned. Here she is now.” About then, Elaine stepped down the stairs of the plane, looking every bit the teeny bopper. Short shorts, high heeled sandals, a little T top that fit her like her own skin, and a briefcase.
“Let me grab our bags, ma’am.” Elaine went to the luggage hold, retrieved two carryon sized bags, pulled the handles up on them, then with her briefcase on one of them, pulled them over to us and said, “Show the way, Cap’n,” smiling broadly. She must’ve heard part of the conversation.
Laura and Sylvia took them to their rooms, which turned out to be ‘room’, surprisingly. It was evident at that point that Elaine was more than her assistant. I met them fifteen minutes later in the kitchen area, both dressed in coverups over bikinis, a modest one in Donna’s case, and a less conservative one in Elaine’s case. It looked more like something Courtney would wear if she was teasing me.
Elaine’s suit was an underwired style, with very short cups, almost no straps, and a bottom that was minimalized in front, and a thong in back. She wasn’t all that well-endowed up top, but she did have breasts, and the top did nothing to corral nor hide them.
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