The New Flight School Flying, Chapter 3 All rights reserved to author. Permission granted to freely copy.
The third night passed the same as the first two with me on the bottom and Doug smiling like he had just found his best friend. I wondered how much of a good friend he expected me to be. Actually, we both enjoyed our three days together and had accomplished all we had set out to do, AND MORE. The little Cessna landed easily on the little chop that had developed on the lake, and taxied over to pick us up.
Butch and Ellen crawled out of the plane with their baggage, while Doug and I loaded ours. We were told to leave the camping gear as well as the Medical kits and supplies. It was now these two who were to live on the island for three days. It was nice to get into the plane and Scott told me to take the left seat.
I was in heaven. My take-off was perfect and we climbed over the others standing on the shore, waving and shouting good-bye.
Scott asked us all sorts of questions about our experience and was impressed as he glanced at our notes, making the odd remark every now and again.
"How'd you two get along together? When you have to camp together you get to know how the other guy ticks. That is one way stranded people can survive, if they depend on one another. You both look pretty great. One of you guys must be a good cook, huh?" he laughed, leaning over to look at Doug.
Half an hour later I made another good landing and Scott was pleased. He told us he would go over our notes and then we would be flying and having lectures for the next few days while the others were doing their survival deal. I wondered how Ellen and Butch would get along together. I wondered if they would do as well as Doug and I. I laughed at the prospect.
During the next few days, we flew long hours and covered a great deal of territory always winding back home in time for supper and of course, our swim before the meal.
"Did you get a chance to check out the equipment? I hope you were able to practice with the equipment. That's the only way to learn that stuff even if the directions are pretty good," Scott laughed. Doug told him we practiced splinting broken bones, controlling fever and some other things outlined in the book.
Our objective papers would explain. He agreed that there was everything in the kit we would possibly need if every aircraft we flew was so equipped. He said he had gone over our papers and we both had passed with top scores.
"Speaking of scoring. I wonder how Butch is making out with Ellen." We all laughed.
"I see Virg, you got the enema. How did that go over?" he asked, looking at Doug.
"No sweat," I replied.
"You ever had one before?" Scott asked.
"Nope. This was my first time," I replied, growing a little red.
"Yeah, you're right, it ain't any big deal. How did you like it? Make you feel better, I'll bet." Scott went on questioning me. Doug told Scott that I sure took a good one for being my first time. I wished they would change the subject.
We had our usual campfire and retired to our rooms.
I was awakened hearing some laughing down by the plane dock. I looked at my watch and it was a little after midnight. I guess I must have fallen right off to sleep. It felt so good to be in a nice soft bed again.
I got up and went to the front balcony and looked toward the dock. I could hear splashing water but other than that, the laughing had stopped. It was a bright moonlit night but I could see clearly, but for the trees in front of the dock. I decided to slip down and see what was going on and perhaps take a midnight swim as well, if that was what was going on. I wanted to scare them so I was very quiet as I slipped across the lawn and hid behind some bushes where I could see Doug and Scott sitting on the edge of the dock. Scott got up, and I thought he had heard me, but instead waded out to the plane's float and lay on it, his legs straddling the pontoon. He was naked. Doug was doing something on the dock, then he too waded out. He was carrying an enema bag. I could see it plain as day.
What the heck was going on? He waded to the back of the float. Scott was going to get an enema from Doug. Huh! I was surprised, but not nearly as much when I saw this thick long thing that looked like a garden hose. It was attached to the end of the enema tubing. There was no way Doug was ever going to get that huge thing into Scott's ass. I watched transfixed as he slowly inserted the huge nozzle into Scott's butt. He moaned and grunted a little but eventually the whole thing disappeared. (I learned later that the nozzle was one designed by Frank Ball, for special enemas that would reach high up inside a person.) I was even more surprised when I saw the size of the enema bag. Twice the size of the one in our kit. Good grief. I decided I would not interrupt them and returned to my room via the back stairs with a tremendous hard on. I was just half way up the stairs when the Chinese Cook came down the stairs. He laughed as he pointed to my dork.
"You want special enema too, huh Virg?" he laughed. So he knew what was going on down there.
I lay for what seemed like hours thinking about what I had seen, but eventually drifted off the sleep.