Only Time Will Tell
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 6
Debbie graduated from the Pima County Community College with her Airframe and Powerplant systems certifications. There were really not many aircraft she couldn’t work on with the right tools, manuals, and big enough wrenches, but she wound up only working on mine and some of the local La Cholla residents’ airplanes. She immediately re-enrolled in extended Avionics Maintenance courses, and at my urging, started her ground school for her pilot’s license. I full well intended for her to be able to both fix and fly my aircraft. One of the residents at La Cholla, a retired lieutenant commander and former Navy pilot, was also a certified flight instructor, so they wound up bartering some maintenance for some flying lessons. It worked out well for both of them, considering the cost of maintenance, the fact he was really good at teaching her, and the fact they both had lots of spare time on their hands.
Angelina was able to come to a decision on expansion, and with Bennie’s blessing, and her aunt’s willingness to do so, Aunt Bonita, Bennie’s much younger sister-in-law, was made the manager of the second location on the north end of town. It was in a nice area where they could cater to mainly the lunch crowd, but also got some dinner business. The new location flourished, the original location got a bit more busy, and plans were started to consider a third location, but it was decided to wait on that, since slow growth seemed the way to proceed.
Charlene continued to tend bar on Tuesday through Thursday. I sometimes hung out at the bar, either alone or with my other girls, and sometimes we just left her alone to do her job without distractions. One evening over dinner, she asked all three of us if they minded if she had a baby before it was too late, as her biological clock was not only ticking, but coming unwound.
Once Angelina was able to clear the ice water from her nose, and Debbie regained her composure after almost choking on a fork full of salad, we all agreed that it sounded like a marvelous idea.
“Good. It’s something I’ve always wanted. Chuck and I discussed it once, and I think this would be a good time. I’ll probably quit working a few months after I catch, so that’ll be nice, I guess.”
We were in the new house on Eagle Lane at the time. Debbie’s house was on the market and Charlene was trying to work up the courage to unload her ‘dream house’.
Debbie’s mother had mortgage insurance on their home, so that place, a modest three bedroom, two bath, in a nice neighborhood, was paid off when she passed away. The house sold a few months later for triple what Angela bought it for several years earlier. Debbie decided to invest most of it in growth funds and finally break down and buy a new car. She had no idea her house was actually worth over three hundred thousand dollars, so she splurged on a new Genesis SUV. She was pretty happy about having a quarter of a million dollars invested, but was told many times that she would want for nothing and didn’t need to touch that money, but to just watch it grow for fun.
Knowing how much Charlene loved her house and knowing she was reticent about letting it go, I tried to assure her that I understood, and if she wanted to keep it for herself as a hideaway, or rent it out, or any other thing, I wouldn’t take it as a threat to our relationship and live with any decision she made. She decided to list it with a couple of the vacation rental companies, found a housekeeping operation to care for it, and settled into life on the upper end of Eagle Run. The rental company had a holding company with several properties in the area and they finally talked her into selling it to them several years later. She made a mint on the sale.
It was two months after her declaring the desire to bear a child that Charlene’s pregnancy began. It was not an easy pregnancy, what with hormones, fears about her age and the health of the child, and whatnot. She was short tempered, long on demands, either hornier than a toad or as cold as ice in the bedroom, and sideways with us quite often. Once Little Charlie was born, however, she apologized for her behavior and my wonderful Charlene was back. It’s amazing the changes a pregnant woman can go through. Both of them made it through the ordeal in one piece, being as healthy as they could possibly be once crossing the finish line.
During her pregnancy, she had two women doting over her, and when she would tolerate the attention, they were rubbing her belly, and the rest of her body come to think of it, with every skin moisturizing and repair substance they could find. Sometimes she smelled like cucumbers and melons, and sometimes like lavender and chamomile or some other concoction. I never knew what would greet me when we approached each other. It was funny, sometimes, she wouldn’t let me approach her at all, and other times, she’d crawl in my lap and beg for my touch. Yes, pregnant women are a hoot.
Once Little Charlie was in the picture, they both got the treatment. Every need, every whimper, every cry, or smile either one of them had, was met with all of the unending love and attention Angelina, Debbie, and I could provide.
The entire time, I had been working in my shop and came up with two little ditties that the military wanted, and they wanted them badly. I was able to produce prototypes and blueprints for a simple smart bomb guidance system that cost less and was more accurate than the existing systems. It also had fewer electronics and fewer moving parts and was impervious to countermeasures.
The kicker was that it was made for really small bombs, in the one hundred-to-two-hundred-and-fifty-pound category, that could be released from extremely high altitudes with deadly, literally, accuracy. It was either GPS or laser guided, depending on the immediate need, and only required a spot or coordinates to decimate its intended target. It could be programmed in real time, either from the cockpit by the pilot, or from the ground through the pilot’s communications system. It was really quite the deal and very popular. The Air Force, Navy, and Marines all purchased them, and finding out that they were indeed that capable, the Army even purchased some to use on some specially built helicopters.
The other project was spaceborne. Its main function was self-protection and self-defense of a satellite from predator satellites and spacecraft. That had become a problem that no one admitted to but was a genuine threat. Long, long, ago, it was understood and agreed to that hostility in space would not be tolerated or allowed, but the word of a scoundrel cannot be taken at face value.
It was successful, providing video proof that several incursions and attacks had been thwarted, adding to the bits of space junk in orbit, some of which were believed to be freeze dried astronaut.
Celebrating our various successes came to be exotic and erotic times. When Angelina opened their third location, opting to open one in Phoenix, we celebrated by making her the center of our intimate attention. Watching the girls bring her to climax then having them put me with her to inseminate her the natural way was a highlight in my life. We knew it worked that night, just as the girls had planned. It seems you can track these things and successfully hit the right time to have a fertilization take place. For me, it was a deeply memorable experience. With all that flesh and eroticism surrounding me, it didn’t take long for me to make it happen. I lasted a while though, plenty well long enough for her to have two more orgasms with me inside her while the girls tantalized her body.
When Debbie first soloed, we ganged up on her, then it happened again when she passed the exams and received her private pilot’s license. Once again we wore her out when she got her instrument rating, her rating on the multi turbine platform, then when she was checked out to fly the Phenom, she took us to Kauai and turned the tables on us. We spent two days in bed with her trying to take care of our every need, desire, and whim, until all of us were just about ‘fucked out’, as Charlene called it. It was an amazing week and a half of sightseeing, love, sunbathing, love, sexual encounters, and more love. That little vacation happened at a time when Debbie was ovulating as well, so once again, Chuck was able to hit the mark.
Charlene decided to sell her share of The Maverick to another friend of the owners, taking her part of it and just retiring to become a full-time mom and housewife. She was wonderful at both tasks. We still hung out there once in a while, finding a neighbor kid a few blocks away who loved to babysit Little Charlie and had no aversion to picking up a little cash now and again.