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I’m glad that I got them to take this trip. I do need to call Skylar, Mary, and Corwin. They need to put out the word to clarify to the crazies in the families must stop fucking with me. It was getting old.
Speaking of Mary, she happened to be calling me.
“Hello Mary, how have you been?” I asked, throwing her off balance.
No one in her elite world gives a crap, even if they ask.
I heard her laugh before saying, “Your children, concubines, and I are all doing well. Thank you for asking. I know that you are doing well because you are being watched. You already know that, too. I’ve been waiting on your call and got impatient. All three of us learned about that woman’s crazy plan before leaving on your trip. We made some suggestions about who we felt would be the best companions for you to give a short working vacation, of a form. Where the woman’s plans went a bit off the rails required changes to your itinerary. To make you aware, those your group encountered in Ireland came from a gang that the woman tipped off to attempt to judge your skill. With the companion children dressed similarly to those on your trip, she had no idea they were with you. She had already departed for Spain to begin making arrangements for her plan by the time the attack happened. As we watched things unfold, instead of becoming life-threatening, it became a comedy. None of those she hired to detain you asked who you were or bothered asking around. Even without body armor, we were not concerned about your ability to protect yourself. Her father soon found that she fucked up worse than he knew. Corwin, Skylar, and I get scared to some extent. Yuki’s mom is not powerful because of what her family provides. It is how she responds when her family gets attacked, no matter how poorly planned.”
I had to stop her for a minute to take care of something.
When I could talk again, Mary said, “You know we aren’t put on hold.?”
“Maybe not in your world, but when April needs something urgently, she is more impatient than any of you three,” I teased.
“At least that is one less problem to address. Now you have to figure out how Becky learned about Kumquat’s plans before I did. I’m not going to guess how she got Ellen, Dee, Tee, Bart, Bambi, Molly’s family, and Crimilda to slip away before they could board the plane to go with your group. It seems you were too busy with your students and their families to notice that they weren’t on the trip,” Mary told me.
I noticed, but Molly had the man-in-the-machine hack my implant to keep me from thinking about them not being here.
“Oh,” I said. “That group flew commercially into Madrid, got a train to Barcelona, explored for a few days, and then caught a train to Belgium. They wandered around before getting a train to the Netherlands to get on a Mouse Cruise. That took them to Ireland. They got three days at the Mouse parks in Orlando before heading home. Ellen and Crimilda spent the extra week off doing schoolwork with Molly. April enjoyed not having to compete with Ellen for my attention.”
While I had a blast with the kids from my class and their families, I think I would have liked the Disney tour better.
“I’ve gotten to know you enough, David, that I’m pretty sure you would be telling me to make sure people know to leave you, your family, and friends alone. I talked it over with Skylar and Corwin. We decided there was no need. For the most part, you are loved dearly by the elite families. They are more interested in keeping you and those around you safe. There will always be those like Kumquat out there in these families. Her father knows that he and his family owe you their lives. If you had taken the money in that account, they wouldn’t be able to pay their debts. Word is quickly spreading that you let them keep the billion dollars to show kindness to their staff and families,” Mary told me. “You need not worry about any elite families coming around for handouts. Kumquat embarrassed her family, not by kidnapping for a ransom, but by doing it to you of all people. The families know that you meant it when you told her she could have just asked for it and saved all the trouble. She would never have to worry about you making an issue of it or coming to collect it at a later date. You wouldn’t even miss it, just as you bailed out the counterfeiters and protected them from being killed trying to shoot their way out.”
I laughed before I said, “Both families paid Darren more than that as their percentage. I only gave some back. Best I can guess, I now have around a trillion dollars in assets in the various corporations and another trillion-plus in the bank. Kumquat screwed up. She was used as a sex toy and is likely pregnant, and she chose that punishment freely. What Yuki’s family does about it isn’t anything to concern me. That isn’t my world, and I don’t want any part of it.”
“I’m doing my best to keep you out of it,” Mary joked.
It was time to head to the airport anyway.
The adults aren’t sure how to react to the perks of flying from an international airport with a billionaire.
The airline staff treated us as the best people in the world. We could have flown on one of my jets, but mom said it was part of the experience to fly commercial internationally in a jumbo jet. I put the doctors and adults in first class. The rest of our group was in business class. My siblings flew in my parent’s laps. April had a girl she had been playing with off and on during the trip. The girl was small enough that April and she could sit in the same seat, so they buckled in together. A flight attendant didn’t much care for that arrangement. When he tried to tell April that wasn’t going to work, I watched the man get a look on his face and quickly check that the other kids got buckled in properly.
April sitting in that seat lasted about as long as it took for the airplane to push back from the gate and start to taxi. She unbuckled, got from her spot, re-buckled the girl in, and rushed down the stairs to the lower decks.
“Sir, you must do something about your child. We are about to take off,” the male flight attendant for this area said.
I shrugged and said, “You must not have heard the terrified screams of what sounds like an Autistic kid. They started when we pushed back and stopped shortly after April ran down the stairs. Go and look. You will find her buckled into some kid’s, or maybe young adult’s, lap, being cuddled like a teddy bear. The person’s family won’t be hard to locate. They will have looks of utter surprise on their faces.”
Yeah, you gave me that look. I will follow you down because I can, just like I have the code to get into the cockpit, and I can fly the plane if I want.
We got about ten rows in the lower coach levels when we found April. A boy about twelve had April in his lap and buckled in. He had his arms around her protectively. He gave anyone who tried to get close to him a stare that made them back off. His parents and a sister were sitting with shock on their faces. Some people looked relieved that the boy had settled down, including two air marshals on the flight because it was returning to the U.S.
I went over and asked, “You all set now, April?”
“Uh-huh,” she said.
She said in Spanish and then English, “He’s scared by the noise. People kept touching him. He doesn’t like being touched. He will keep me from getting scared.”
To him, I asked, “All better now? Yes. No. Noise.”
“Be right back,” I told him and headed up to mom to get some disposable earplugs that block out much of the shrill jet engine noise.
I got back down to him, rolled one between his fingers, got his head to the side, gently tugged on his ear, and slid one right in as far as it would go without causing him pain when it expanded. I did that to his other ear as well.
“Better?” I asked and got a happy nod.
To his mom, I handed her two packs of earplugs plus the wrapper. It had the information on where to order them online. I took one package and put them in his sister’s ears. The girl managed to get me down close enough to kiss me quickly on the lips before starting to giggle.
We have a long flight because of some weather and jets from the nearby airbase taking off.
I explained quickly, “April is my daughter, she is three, and she wouldn’t have come down here to sit with him if he didn’t need her urgently. She doesn’t make his skin crawl, and he needs that to help calm himself right now. Your daughter’s meds are about to wear off, and I can tell your daughter is three times as bad as him with the sounds. I’m up in business class if she can’t calm herself. The earplugs are nothing special, but they help block out a lot of engine noise. You need to get them the noise-canceling earbuds with the same foam as the earplugs on the outside. It will expand to seal out most noise. You can plug them into most modern planes with the screens in the back of the seat in front of them or get an adapter.”
I did have to get back to my seat. Before I could get up the stairs, the girl was there, reaching for my hand. I could see the terrified looks in her eyes just below the surface, waiting to cause a meltdown. I took her hand and led her to the business class with me.
“She’s high-functioning but on the Autism Spectrum. Please let me borrow a seatbelt extender, and you won’t need to delay the flight because she is having a major meltdown. I promise to get her back to her correct seat once she gets acclimated to the air pressure changes and engine noise,” I explained. “Though, if you want to give me a hard time, I will just take her into the cockpit with me. We can use the jump seat.”
So, you are going to be a dick. I can deal with that.
I took the girl’s hand and headed to the cockpit. An air marshal and two flight attendants watched in awe as I punched a code set up to change with each use. The flight attendants and pilots have to use something that gives them a new code and is only valid for a minute. They still need to have the pilots unlock the door from their side.
I took the phone on the wall, punched in the number to the pilots, and said, “This is David Jones, and the crew is giving me a hard time about holding a kid in my lap. Do you mind if I use the jump seat until we get up to cruising altitude, and you turn off the fasten seatbelt sign?”
The pilot opened the door, welcomed the girl and me in, gave the air marshal some sign that this was fine, and gave the two flight attendants a disapproving look.
“Arrogant crewmembers. My bosses told them that you were on board, could get mad and buy this plane on the spot if you wanted. As far as I’m concerned, if you wanted to have that girl in your lap as you decide you want to fly this lumbering beast, I’m good with that,” the pilot told me as I got the girl, and I strapped into the jump seat.
I laughed and then said, “As much as I’m sure she would enjoy that, it would be much too tight of a fit. My three-year-old or eleven-year-old, maybe. This girl has some physical developmental delays. She is sixteen, and she barely looks thirteen. Plus, this is too sluggish for me to want to fly.”
Soon we were next in line to take off.
Once the pilot got the all-clear from the cabin, he taxied onto the runway. The girl had one of my hands under her skirt and into her panties, with the other under her shirt on her bare tit. Her hands were over mine, keeping them in place. She didn’t want me to play with her, only touching her bare skin, which she hasn’t been able to have anyone else do without her having some sensitivity issues.
You quickly discovered that you don’t want my hand on your pussy because you are loud when you cum.
I held one of her tits in each hand as we took off. Once we finished the turns to get in the flight lanes and started to level off, she pulled my hand out. Before the pilot or co-pilot could even see anything, she had her bra and shirt fixed back into place properly. When they turned off the fasten seatbelts sign, the girl unbuckled us, turned around, kissed me, and turned to face me to fall asleep.
While thanking the pilots for letting us use the extra seat, I got the girl up and left the cockpit. I guided the girl back to her seat, who was nearly zombie-like from the adrenaline crash. I got her a blanket and pillow on the way there. I had her tucked in, pillow behind her head and buckled her in. Without realizing it, I kissed her on the forehead before moving away.
Looking over at the girl’s brother, I saw that he was reading some kid’s book to April. Both were delighted.
“How is this possible?” the kid’s mother asked me. “We’ve spent tens of thousands of dollars, tried every possible med on the market, and nothing works for long. A man and his little girl did for both my children what none have been able to do.”
You’ve taught yourself how to handle being around people, cope with the noises that bug you, and the other things your kids don’t yet know. Your only exposed skin is on your face.
I took her hand, pulled off her glove, and held her hand as I said, “I can’t explain it, but you feel it too. I don’t make your skin crawl. I can only guess your children are fortunate enough to have you to give them comfort because they can’t stand having anyone else touching them for long. It seems that my daughter is similar to me in that respect. She heard your son screaming, left her seat, and rushed down to help him. They would have made you get off the flight otherwise. It is only a little thing, and she wouldn’t have gotten near him if she didn’t know he wouldn’t hurt her in any way.”
“If either of them is feeling what I do, they would give all they have to be close to you and your child. I’ve never wanted to have someone’s body touching as much of mine, inside and out, as I do now. I love my husband. He is a wonderful man and father, with the patience of a saint. It isn’t easy with my challenges and those of our children,” she told me.
I had her change seats with her husband. I moved up the armrest between him and his daughter, moved his arm behind his daughter’s neck, gave her a slight bit of energy to wake up for around ten seconds, and watched the look of peace on his face. His daughter realized who was holding her. She turned to kiss him on the cheek, put her head on his shoulder, and went back to sleep.
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