Coffee, Tea or Me

All characters in this story are fictional. They bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. However; for dramatic effect, my female, main charter is a fictitious descendant of the very real, General Paul Tibbits. This will make sense when you read the story.

I've taken certain literary liberties with dates and timelines. However; I have been extremely accurate in describing Hiroshima as it is today as well as the effects of nuclear weapons. Some people might disagree should read the book THE EFFECTS OF NUCLEAR WEAPONS by Samuel Glasstone before commenting.

COFFEE, TEA OR ME, part two.

Nancy entwined her fingers in her loving husband's hair as his talented tongue and loving lips pleasured her. It didn't take him long to bring her to orgasm. However; he continued to pleasure her. She climaxed again!

As Nathan stood at the side of their marital bed to reposition himself between Nancy's welcoming thighs, she kissed him passionately. The nuances of the aroma and flavor of his open mouth were unmistakable. Finally! She'd almost ceased menstruating. She was elated.

Nancy's increasingly infrequent, often prolonged, ovulatory cycles were often followed by prolonged and heavier menstruation. Her ovulation tracking app had assured her that she'd ovulated last cycle. Nancy was almost certain that her loving husband had been the one who had succeeded in fertilizing her ovum last cycle. Unfortunately; it seemed that the zygote had either failed to implant itself in her uterus or she had had another early miscarriage again.

Sighing with pleasure, Nancy eagerly grasped Nathan's unsheathed penis to guide it to her labia. The knowledge that her diaphragm remained in its case in her nightstand drawer only enhanced her arousal. While it was extremely unlikely that her husband might succeed in impregnating her while she was continuing to menstruate, there was hope. There was always hope, even if it might be merely a forlorn hope. If not, she might have another, prolonged, perhaps ovulatory cycle. She might remain in her fertile phase when she finally returned home to her spouse a fortnight hence.

Once upon a time, Nancy's cycles had been as regular as clockwork. She could predict when she'd be menstruating just by glancing at her calendar. Now she was on the wrong side of forty. She'd had reason to suspect that her fertility was beginning to wane when she was merely in her middle thirties. Now she was confronted by the reality that her days of bearing children would soon be over. Perhaps they already were over.

Nancy hugged her husband close with her thighs as well as her arms as he began to thrust into her. She'd always known that no one would accuse Nathan of being hung. Her sorority had required her to have sex with a Black man as an initiation ritual. She hadn't protested that she was still a virgin. She'd been so desperate to be accepted that she'd surrendered her precious virginity to an almost anonymous stranger. As sorority tradition demanded, she'd even allowed him to go bareback and cum in her unprotected! Nancy hadn't realized that her casual paramour had been quite a bit longer as well as thicker than most until Nathan started courting her a few months later. However; she'd rationalized that her husband-to-be's somewhat smaller penis was adequate.

Nancy had remained content with her husband until she was afflicted with the seven year itch. That prolonged affair might have ended their marriage. Perhaps it should have. Fortunately; Nathan had been willing to forgive her. She'd repented, at least for a time. She'd even given him another baby! She'd not resented his obvious disappointment when the ultrasound revealed that she was going to have yet another daughter.

Nancy was overwhelmed with gratitude as her loving husband continued to thrust his unspectacular yet adequate penis into her. She actually climaxed again! She'd been reaching orgasm more easily and frequently with her husband these last few months. It seemed as if she'd been struck by the Venusian Slut Ray. Having an orgasm when she was having sex with him rather than just during foreplay had become normal again.

Nathan continued thrusting until he too climaxed. Nancy was elated when she actually felt his semen surging against her cervix. The knowledge that her loving husband's sperm were reaching her unprotected womb only prolonged her pleasure.

As Nathan withdrew his penis, Nancy glanced down at the trickle of semen that was beginning to seep from between her labia. His semen was once again tinged red. She was definitely continuing to menstruate three days after her period started. While it was messy and sometimes uncomfortable, she'd always enjoyed having sex when she was menstruating. She and Nathan had been confident that her periods were the perfect times when they could make love without reservation or restraint much less contraception. A fringe benefit was that it often alleviated the symptoms. She was grateful that her spouse was always eager to accommodate her when she needed relief. Having sex when she was on the rag also seemed to reduce the duration of her periods.

As Nancy gazed upon the semen that was seeping from her sex, she found herself reminiscing. During their prolonged, long distance courtship and engagement, then their newlywed years, they'd often employed the Pull and Pray method as well as play Vatican Roulette. She'd not wanted to be one of those "slutty" women who was in the habit of always carrying her diaphragm, or at least condoms, in her purse. Sometimes when Nancy and Nathan got romantic serendipitously when she wasn't menstruating, she'd risked having unprotected sex with him anyway, trusting him to withdraw. He was her fiancé. He loved her enough to restrain himself.

When Nancy admitted how cavalier she was about contraception to her doctor, the dour woman had admonished her. Her doctor had explained the then accepted wisdom. They had been lucky that she hadn't become an eager young bride. Ironically, more recent, less doctrinaire, actual research had confirmed the efficacy of playing Vatican Roulette as well as relying on the Pull and Pray method.

Perhaps it was intuition but more likely Nancy was merely indulging in wishful thinking. Common wisdom suggested otherwise. Unfortunately; current events had provoked an instinctive need in Nancy. She was feeling the need to breed. Nancy was hopeful that there was at least a chance that Nathan might get her pregnant this cycle.

Unfortunately; it was very unlikely that hubby had gotten her pregnant during this morning's lovemaking or last night or yesterday morning much less the days before. They'd tried anyway. There was hope. There was always hope, even if it was merely a forlorn hope. Practicing more frequently was also helping them to reconcile and bringing them closer together.

Unfortunately; there wasn't time for Nancy to shower after their so surreptitious lovemaking. She needed to leave. She used toilet paper to sop up the seeping semen as best she could. She picked her slightly used tampon on her way to the bathroom to dispose of everything.

After inserting a fresh tampon, Nancy put her skimpy bra back on. She then slipped her lace panty back on over her garter belt and stockings. She then hurriedly slipped into her uniform blouse then her matching skirt and jacket. She adjusted her skirt to ensure that the hemline was merely at mid thigh. She completed her ensemble with her cap that featured her new insignia.

Nancy's bags were packed. She was ready to go. The taxi was waiting outside the door. He's blowing his horn! Already she was so lonesome that she could die.

As Nancy glanced around their room one last time, her gaze was drawn to her nightstand. She'd almost forgotten it again. She blushed with shame as she opened the drawer to retrieve her diaphragm. Fortunately; Nathan said nothing as he watched her slip her contraceptive device into her flight bag. They'd been rationalizing that it was better for her to have it and not need it then need it and not have it again.

Of course they both knew that Nancy's diaphragm hadn't been perfectly effective for them. Actual research confirmed that the once ubiquitous but now anachronistic diaphragm really wasn't any more effective than the much maligned Vatican Roulette or Pull and Pray methods! It was merely better than nothing.

Of course not even the almighty birth control pill or condoms were perfectly effective. That was why Nathan had given Nancy her smartwatch with its biometric sensors and the accompanying ovulation tracking app. Knowing when they should maybe abstain or at least be extra careful was an extra precaution. Theoretically; her diaphragm in combination with the rhythm method or withdrawal was just as effective as the birth control pill.

Always the gentleman, Nathan insisted on carrying Nancy's luggage downstairs and outside for her. Their three daughters were still sleeping. They'd said their farewells last night. She didn't wake them. She kissed her husband goodbye then got into the taxi so it could drive her to the airport.

An hour later Nancy was slipping her airline identification card into the scanner to enable her to bypass the long lines. Airport security was as intrusive as always but not especially disrespectful much less abusive this morning. The FATASS agents had become even more intrusive and disrespectful after the government shutdown finally ended. It had been their revenge for having to go without paychecks for so long. Perhaps the FATASS agents just didn't have the time to gate rape her again? She was almost disappointed.

The security kabuki theater became truly absurd when Nancy went to one of her airline's gates then walked down the jetway to reach the stairs to the tarmac below rather than the waiting airliner. One of the airline's vans picked her up. They waited until her copilot and the stewardesses joined them. The van then drove them over to the maintenance hanger where "her" plane was parked on the apron.

Nancy had been flying about a dozen different MD-eighty-twos as well as a few of the somewhat longer ranged, MD-eighty-threes these last few years. It hadn't been that expensive for the airline to have her trained on both types. Both types had been retrofitted with modern glass cockpits when they were resurrected from the boneyard. They were now considered a common type. Only once had Nancy flown the same aircraft twice in a row. However; she considered whatever aircraft she'd been assigned to as "her" airplane. Only last week she had flown this particular aircraft back from Florida after it had gotten out of the shop.

The airline had converted Nancy's plane into a rather unique combi. A combi was a combination freighter and passenger plane. The most obvious evidence of the conversion was the installation of the oversized cargo door just forward of the port wing. However; almost all of the windows had been retained for the benefit of potential passengers.

The Mad Dog had always seemed odd to trained pilots because of its seemingly oversized, forty-four inch tall tires. Those tires were better suited for operating from austere runways with marginal paving. The original Dee-Cee-nine had been designed at a time when most communities hadn't yet built proper airports. Rock deflectors were now reinstalled on the main landing gear as well as the nose wheels. With the twin engines mounted high at the tail just behind the wings, there was minimal risk of the engines ingesting debris kicked up from a runway that might destroy them.

The already oversized tires on the aircraft had been replaced with somewhat bigger, lower pressure tires. Now the Mad Dog could even land on and take off from unpaved airstrips! Of course it had been necessary to update the wing-body faring as well as the landing gear bay doors with parts from newer, stretched models of the aircraft to accommodate the new tires. The Mad Dog was now somewhat like Nancy's four wheel drive, Sport Luxury Utility Truck. She could go off roading with it if she wished.

It was rumored that some bean counter at the Federal Aviation Administration had objected to these modifications. He had claimed that the original engineering and flight testing were out of date and no longer valid. Allegedly, the President himself had felt compelled to make a few phone calls, pull a few strings, and kick a few asses. That bean counter was now up in Alaska counting caribou on the North Slope. America had desperately needed more transports that could operate from marginal, dirt airstrips.

As she inspected her modified Mad Dog, Nancy was reminded of a Vickers Vee Cee ten. That aircraft had been Great Britain's final, forlorn gesture of delusional determination to cling to its dying empire. The Vee Cee ten had been an intercontinental range aircraft just like the venerable Boeing seven-oh-seven. However; its beefier landing gear with oversized tires combined with the quartet of higher thrust, turbojet engines mounted high at the tail had enabled it to operate high, hot and heavy from short, austere runways that were typical of British colonies in Africa and Asia. The Vee Cee ten had actually set the record for the fastest crossing of the Atlantic by a subsonic aircraft. It had held that record for over four decades. Unfortunately; few Vee Cee tens had ever been built and none had survived. With their old turbojet engines, they had been gas hogs that had become uneconomical as oil prices escalated.

As she performed her walk around inspection, Nancy reached the starboard side of the aircraft. The baggage hold door was open. The open door revealed the modifications that had been performed within. Tracks and rollers had been installed on the narrow floor. The tracks and rollers were to accommodate the custom cargo containers that had been fabricated just for the "company's" small fleet of Mad Dogs. The cargo volume of the lower hold was now even more limited. However; the cargo need not be loaded by hand. More importantly, the containers could be locked in place. Any cargo in the hold would be far more secure. Nancy need not worry about cargo shifting on her. Of course military cargos tended to be much denser than civilian luggage or packages anyway.

Nancy noticed that one of the new, custom ferry tanks that had been fabricated just for the Mad Dogs was now installed in the baggage hold. The extra fuel could greatly extend the aircraft's range. While the modified Mad Dog certainly wasn't as long legged as a modern triple Seven that could fly non stop from Singapore to Seattle, it's range had become somewhat impressive. The old bird was going to need the extra range and endurance where she was going.

The airstairs at the stern was deployed, revealing further modifications. Nancy noticed that the new airstairs could still enable passengers to embark or disembark without any ground equipment. However; it now featured a more robust mechanism for deployment. The airstairs was now not just power up. It was power down. The folding extension had also been replaced with a telescoping segment. The extension was power out and power in. The new, ventral airstairs also featured retractable, powered rollers. The airstairs could become a conveyor that would enable not just efficient unloading but loading of compact cargo. The powered rollers also enabled other, somewhat less obvious operations. Dee Bee Cooper would have been impressed.

As she ascended the ventral airstairs, Nancy noted other modifications. The twin lavatories aft as well as the lavatory and small galley forward near the cockpit had been retained. However; the main galley aft had been dismantled. The new passenger seats were now mounted on removable pallets which now concealed the tracks and rollers that had been installed in the reinforced floor of the main deck. Nancy noted with approval that the airline had elected to install a quartet of somewhat wider, First class seats rather than the more awkward, three plus two configuration. While the Mad Dog could now fly bulky cargo, it could still fly passengers. However; even with all the removable seating installed, the plane could now accommodate only one-hundred-and-thirty-two passengers. With the aft galley gone, they wouldn't be eating First class on longer flights.

Nancy meticulously performed her preflight inspection. She wasn't as cavalier as she was about her mom mobile. A failure with her Sport Luxury Utility Truck would result in her having to sit at the roadside waiting for a tow truck. A failure in the air would be far more serious. The knowledge that gravity could impose a likely lethal penalty if the aircraft experienced a serious malfunction always inspired her to be vigilant. The knowledge that they'd be flying over water today inspired extra diligence.

The ventral airstairs was raised but the transverse airstairs just aft of the flight deck remained deployed. They'd have no passengers this flight. They had many miles to go and promises to keep. They'd have two layovers along the way to their first destination. The official claim that they were ferrying the jet far overseas for the airline's operations might be just a cover story, but it was almost honest.

Nancy observed as one of the stewardesses raised the ventral airstairs aft then closed the enormous cargo door. Her superiors hadn't lied to her about the training of her cabin crew. Another of the Stewardesses retracted the transverse airstairs. The young lady definitely knew how to work the systems. She didn't seem to be scared of the mild height as she adroitly closed the main cabin door.

Nancy wondered if her copilot knew where their final destination was. She knew that the stewardesses hadn't been informed. They'd presumed that this really was another commercial flight to deploy the aircraft as well as for practice and to enhance the credibility of their camouflage. They'd been excited when she told them to pack for tropical weather.

The flight from Tyler Texas to San Francisco took three hours. With so few people aboard, the stewardesses were enabled to graciously serve everyone an actual First class breakfast. After refueling in San Francisco, they flew a much longer, nearly twenty-four-hundred mile flight to Hilo Hawaii. Since they were just ferrying the aircraft and not carrying passengers, the ETOPS regulations didn't apply. Lunch was served along the way.

Hawaii was their first layover. They had two nights and a day for Nancy and her copilot to rest up. Nancy and the Stewardesses made the pilgrimage to Hilo Hattie's. Aside from trinkets for her children, thoughts of her eventual destination inspired Nancy to buy a new bikini. The three stewardesses made similar purchases. Her copilot was content to just buy a new pair of sunglasses while he waited for the women. The sunglasses enabled him conceal his frustration as he waited and waited, then feign disinterest as the women modeled their bikinis.

Nancy remained faithful to her husband that night. Her copilot had obviously been enjoying looking at her. However; he was not only obviously very married, he obviously intended to remain very married. He was a nice guy. He reminded her of Nathan. Nancy respected that. He really wasn't her type anyway. He was Lilly white, just like her husband. Nancy spent the evening reading her book again.

The Mad Dog lifted off the next morning. Their first stop was the now upgraded, Henderson Field at Midway. Nancy got out to stretch her legs as her plane was refueled. They then lifted off to fly the twenty-six-hundred miles to their next destination in Japan. By some ironic coincidence, the airline had arranged for them to have their layover in Hiroshima.

TWO DAYS LATER

Nancy Enola Tibbits-Taylor might have savored the sensations of the sun on the vast expanse of her cleavage that was exposed by her partially unbuttoned, uniform blouse and the warm, gentle breeze blowing up her short, uniform skirt. However; she was frowning with frustration as she struggled to ignore the pontificating peacenik. He obviously wasn't an official, park guide. Unfortunately; the group of people who were gazing upon the Atomic Bomb Dome were listening with rapt attention as if the ignorant idiot was some type of prophet. The pontificating peacenik was claiming that the building had been the only structure to remain standing in Hiroshima after the atomic bomb detonated.