Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 06:14:55 +1100
From: maxwell dowling <maxieplus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ask Me 27

Ask Me 27

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The next day we showered and ate breakfast and Con put some aloe vera on my
sunburn and bites it eased the sting immensely. I put some light clothing
on and we went to the hospital, it was a bit full on the other day so I
hope everyone's calmed down a bit but Dave's got to be feeling down, he
wouldn't be human if he wasn't. We bought some flowers and a card but it
felt like I was celebrating Dave's loss instead of grieving with him. He
would start some therapy in a couple of days, then the long hard road to
getting back on his feet but within eight weeks he should be up on his
prosthetic foot. He's lucky it was just one, if that wing had gone over
three inches further he would have been well and truly stuffed.

He was looking good, his color was perfect and he had a big smile on his
face as he greeted us and I felt no sense of sadness from him.

"They are just beautiful guys, thank you, can you put them in a vase for me
please Brent?"

I grabbed an empty jar off the shelf and walked into the bathroom to fill
it with water, popping the big bunch of flowers in I then placed them with
the many others in his room.



Conner was talking to him and I casually picked up the newspaper with the
headline, 'Pilots grateful to Flight Attendant.'

I read the article and it was all wrong, I hadn't seen any of the
newspapers and this was the first one I had read, come to think of it, Ray
hadn't dropped any off this morning as he usually does.

I re-read the article and looked through the paper but it was all bullshit,
I involuntarily sighed.

Conner and Dave were looking at me but I didn't know what to say.

"You're not supposed to read that or anything that's been written Brent,
most of it is bullshit," Con groaned.

"It's all wrong Conner, Dave, it's all bullshit, I wouldn't be here if it
wasn't for you two wonderful guys. I have to put this right, do you have
any more newspapers Dave?"

I started looking through the pile of magazines.

"Baby, don't read anymore of that crap, it's all twisted out of whack, Ray
is writing a response to it all and he's doing an interview for the news
sometime today."

"Why?"

"Because the company has to reply to this rubbish and he's the head man,"
Con said.

I looked at Davo and he was trying to smile but looked flustered.

"What did the others say Con?"

"Not much baby, you know what they are like. I guess nobody really knows
what went on, Davo was out to it and Phil was focused on his well being and
your's so he didn't say much. He knows whatever he says will be twisted so
we are just waiting for the crash report to come in, they already know it
was the jet's engines, mainly the port one so we are letting them do their
job."

"Okay, then I'll set this story straight Davo, it's not correct,"I sort of
whined.

"Brent it doesn't matter to us if it's right or wrong, it's the truth in
our minds that matters, we are quite happy, you are being praised as a hero
and to us you are."

"But it's not the truth Dave, it's a long way off the truth."

"In your mind Brent, only in your mind,"Dave insisted.

I shut up and started cleaning up his magazines while thinking of my next
step.

 "I will start some therapy tomorrow, then we go from there, I should be
back in the air within two months boss, it's going to take awhile before
the insurance pays out though."

"It's taken care of Davo, I've given Ray instructions to get a new one,
well a used new one, but the decision is to be made by you and Phil,
whatever transpires, I want you to look it over and test fly it," Con
asked.

"Thank you Conner, I was thinking along the same lines as the old one but
newer, the jets on that one were a bit old but I never thought in a million
years they were that bad. I think the last guy didn't service it very well,
it showed when we lost the first jet engine, the second one should have
coped with the loss of power, anyway I'll leave it up to the
investigators." He looked tired so we said our goodbyes but before we left
we asked what time Phil was turning up.

"He won't be in here for a day or two, he's staying at Mary's, he knows
it's the best place for him and I've told the nurses not to let him in."

"Oh my God, don't do that Dave, he needs to know you are going to be okay,
it will be agony for him not to be able to see or hold you, please have a
re-think," I urged him.

"I will take your advice then doctor Brent, it's just that I have things to
think about and he's hard to get to calm down when he's here," he laughed
hesitantly.

"What things Dave, do you want to talk to me because I sure as hell want to
talk to you and I'm guessing so does Phil. I get that you want to move on
but it's hard for Phil, he saw it happen, he lived it, he felt it, he was
the pilot, he got us on the ground safely and he saved our lives and he
needs to know that," I said.

"Point taken mate, I guess I'm not helping by being brave," he answered.

"You are braver than you think but for the wrong reason Davo, Phil wasn't
alone in that cockpit but he was when it hit, you have to let him talk and
maybe baby you for awhile, at least until the memory fades."

"I was trying not to break in his presence, that's all Brent. You're right,
I'm not brave and my mate didn't have his head blown off, I was shit scared
and I just didn't want Phil to feel bad for me. I know he saved our lives,
now I feel like a real prick," he said with tears running down his cheeks.

"Ring him and tell him that Dave, he can't do this on his own, you're a
team, you need him as much as he needs you." I kissed his forehead and
Conner and I left him to his inner demons.

 "Do you think we should go and see Phil now Brent?"

"No, I think he will be here very shortly, his main problem is he shields
people, he makes it easier for people to exist around him, and Dave's not
helping. Phil needs to hug him and make sure he's safe but Dave's resisting
because he doesn't want to make it seem that he's weak.

"And you baby?"

"I need a pizza and a young man to sit with me for an hour or two, do you
feel like going over to the park tonight?"

"Of course, anything you want Brent."

"And you?"

"I'm okay, you know, I knew you would be all right, I felt it, I think I
would have known like Papua that something was really wrong, I nearly went
mental then but this time I just knew."

"Okay, we will talk about it tonight."

 And that's what we did. I drove us to our park and we sat and talked for a
few hours and decided if either one of us gets kinda crazy we would call
Mary immediately but then a guy started masturbating behind a tree, not too
far from us.

"Want to get that Con?"

"No, allow me, you first."

I started to get up but he pulled me down and in no time I was being kissed
deeply.We made love when we got home and later I checked my messages, Phil
had sent a thank you note.

 I wanted to talk to Ray sometime today and Conner had his little group to
teach so we decided I would drop Conner off before I went to see Ray and
when I got back we could go talk to Father Thomas about the boys.Con tried
to find out why I wanted to see Ray but I just said it was some unfinished,
work related business, of course he didn't believe me.

We pashed in the car for awhile then he proceeded to go inside, slinging
his guitar over his shoulder so I waited until he closed the door behind
him and then drove to the office.

I was hugged, patted on the back and kissed by a lot of the staff and it
was getting a bit awkward but luckily Ray scattered his staff to the four
winds, except the tea lady, yes there is still a tea lady, a bit old
fashioned and pleasantly quaint.

"Are you really okay Brent?"

"Yes Ray I am, I knew I would be all right and I really didn't have time to
panic or think of dying, we came down so fast," I explained.

"Alright then but please remember John and I are only next door if you need
us. Now what can I do for you today?"

"Can you record our conversation Ray, I need to tell you something but I
really don't want to repeat it again when it's done and dusted?"

"Strange request Brent, do I need to know anything before we start?"

"No Ray, I have a plan."

"Go for it, the recorder is on."

 I talked about the accident, what I felt earlier, the scraping feeling,
then the next one, the cleaning up and the bump on my leg, every little
detail I could remember. Then I went into detail of what I did for Dave and
then I started on Phil. I said he was one of the finest pilots in the
world, he didn't panic but he played everything by the book, he glided that
jet down to the ground, lifted it's nose and did a belly flop in the red
dust.He was the real hero and both his co-pilot and I owed our lives to
him. I added while all this was happening, I didn't for one heart beat feel
threatened because I knew two of the most wonderful men had my life in
their hands and if you ask me, they both deserve a medal.I went on about my
stupid plan to find a better phone signal but apart from sunstroke, a bad
case of bites and sunburn, I knew I would be found because I had God on my
side, you don't go through something like that to lose your life on an
anthill.

 "Thank you for recording this for me Ray, now can you get one of your
clever secretaries to put it all in an open letter and send it to every
newspaper in the country?"

"Are you sure, you don't want to run this past Phil and Dave or even
Conner?"

"No, I don't think so Ray," I smiled.

"Now can you get me the Prime Minister's number, I have to talk to him
about medals," I chuckled.

"Already been done Brent, Conner started the ball rolling last week, and
no, he didn't mention you."

"Good."

"I'll get one of the girls to type it up and you can look at it before it
goes off."

"It's okay Ray, you know the story so I'll leave it in your capable hands."

"Now can we talk about university scholarships?"

"Already in the works," he smiled.

"Conner?"

"Yep."

I kissed his cheek as he felt my ass while chuckling to himself, then I
left for the church.

 "Well you have two very bright lads in your class Conner, one is Abe and
the other is Tan," Father Thomas said.

Abe is breathing only because his grandmother took him in, she does it
tough but we help where we can. His grades are straight A's and he will be
sixteen soon but is already looking for a job in the take away shops
because that'swhat he thinks is all he can do. His need to share the load
with his gran is great and he actually excels in computer science, he's
already written three programs that apparently are vibrant and new but he
needs money to fine tune them. If he gets a scholarship he will have the
resources to finish them and who knows what kind of money that will
generate. The ball is in your court with that one, he's an angry young man
who thinks he's going to push trollies around for the rest of his life.

 Tan is a nearly sixteen year old that badly wants to be a pilot of all
things but he needs to go to university to achieve that. He's clever, not
quite in Abe's league at school but he is brainy, he picks things up
quickly and you probably know that by the way he quickly learnt to play the
guitar. He lives with his mum who is an ummm streetwalker, but she does
look after him and he's her first priority, there's always food in the
cupboard and he's never left alone or with the wrong people. There was an
episode awhile back where a neighbor was found fondling him but he was
charged and is now in jail.

 Ron already has a job in his father's garage but Steve is lost to his
motorbike and he will follow his father into the bike gang, the rest are
too young to worry about as yet, they are not abused physically just
mentally but they know if they want to talk, my door is always open."

"What if we ask Mary to come talk to them once a week, do you reckon they
would accept that?" I asked.

"Probably, she's good and I know Abe has already been talking to her so
that would be great."

 Conner was deep in thought; he didn't want to throw money at the kids
because if they get what they want then they may not appreciate what they
are working towards.

"Alright, we can start on Abe,I'll get Ray to send him an invitation to
receive a scholarship on behalf of the company and he can say his name came
up in a school search as a successful student or something like that. We
can pay his uni fees and give him a small allowance then when he comes to
the interview we can offer him a job in our IT department part time. What
do you think Brent?"

"Sounds good to me, see, that was easy," I smiled.

"Now Tan, maybe he's a bit young for uni but he's not too young to fly, I
think we can offer him a small job maybe as work experience and then if his
mum agrees, he can do some flights and sit with Phil and Dave, just to
learn the different controls, of course he can't touch anything."

"Con, he could get a student's pilot license when he turns sixteen, he
could also go to uni then under special circumstances."

"What?"

"Google Conner, I googled it last year, see, I did think about improving my
conditions, I should get a big bonus for even thinking about it," I said
leering into his baby blues.

"If you want a big bonus then I will give you one when we get home."

"Boys," Father shouted and clapped his hands.

"Woops, sorry father," Conner said as he bowed his head.

"Sorry father," I mirrored his apology.

"That's better, now do you want me to start files on the boys and do you
want me to contact Mary?"

"Yes please father and if there's anything that looks suspicious, could you
please let us know a.s.a.p. And we will deal with it, like abuse, also,
it's not restricted to the music class boys, it's for anyone you think
needs a leg up, okay?" Con asked.

"Good, all good and thank you for your donations Conner,they are a God
send."

"My bloody pleasure father." They shook hands and we left for home, Conner
showed me his big bonus on the way.

"Con, I'm driving so don't do that, someone will see you."

"No they won't, put your hand on it Brent, go on."

I looked at him sideways and thought,'oh what the hell,' my hand was
playing with it all the way home; it was hot and very rigid.

 He couldn't walk properly but managed to get the key into the wrought iron
gate that locked us away from the world. No, not even a by your leave, his
jeans were down the instant the door closed and God this guy has got some
weird fantasies, oh well, better do my job and make him happy. I fell to my
knees and started sucking away to my hearts content, shortly after Con had
drowned my face with his cum and I had made a mess on the floor.

 We talked to Ray and John that night about the boys and Ray said he would
get started on it in the morning. The scholarship invitations were ready to
go so he will give it the once over and place Abe's name on one and send it
out to him.

He looked at me and I nodded my okay.

"Your letter has been sent, I got Peg to elaborate on it just a little and
she put form and a little punch into it at her suggestion, it's good
Brent,she's the best."

He handed me a copy and I put it on the table, John was feeding us again so
the meal was ready, Conner looked at my letterand I knew he was dying to
find out what it was but I snatched it up and folded it in two, then filed
it in my pocket.

"You can read it later Con, let's eat for now."

"K," he answered.

 "So what's my favorite little rock star going to do with himself for the
next few years Con?" John asked.

Conner thought about it for a minute while he formed his answer in his head
then he filled his mouth with vegetables.

After he chewed them to death he started,

"I'm going to write songs, record them, make albums and sit on my fat arse
and do nothing. I would like to go back to Paris and maybe holiday in the
south of France, I believe Speedos are mandatory on the beaches there, I
think Brent would be popular in his, but what I would really, really like
is for Brent to marry me."

"What?" I shrieked.

"Well I would like to get the family together and fly to Canada and have a
civil marriage like Phil and Dave's. It's not recognized here but it's the
best thing I can think of that even comes close to being married, so I want
a big lavish wedding with my man and with my family present."

He took some more mashed potato and drowned it in tomato sauce while John
gasped.

I couldn't say anything, my stomach was in knots and of course my eyes were
moist.

"Well?"

I struggled to even get a sound out.

"Well what?"

"Well do you want to get married or not?"

"Yes Con, more than anything, anything," I blurted out.

"Well then let's do it."

"Yes, let's do it," I squeaked out.

"Any more rissoles John?" Con asked and continued eating.

 "He will do it for me Brent, he's stopped working from home but I got to
know him really well after I did some work for him. He's the best and a
beautiful man, I will make the appointment and come with you, just another
look at Daniel Lawrence is worth putting up with Conner's crazy jokes."

I was talking to Di about the wedding and wanted to see if I could get Cody
Mitchell to do our suits for the occasion.

"I remember Daniel Lawrence, I was so in love with him, I had his footy
posters all over my walls, is he still hot?"

"Hot and sizzling Brent, awesome body and looks, their friends are
beautiful too, but don't just focus on Dan baby, Cody's one mother fucker
of a gorgeous piece of ass too," she giggled, then added,

"Better than your rock star."

"Never honey, never, my rock star is beautiful, have you seen those eyes?"

"No, been too busy looking at that big cock honey," she shrieked.

"And anyway, wait until you see Cody's green ones, but don't touch honey,
they only look at Dan."

"Oh Di, I love you."

"Me too you hun, me too."

"Well it's early stages at the moment, we have to work out a date and the
wedding party, fuck me, I have to get cracking, there's so much to do."

"Honey please, if I know your blue eyed boy like I think I do, he's already
on top of it."

"Okay Di, will see you soon, love you."

"Bye hun, talk soon, love you to the moon and back."

She hung up and I was starting to get a little panic on, deep breaths
Brent, deep breaths.

 Con had to go into work so I was tagging along for the day, I had let him
read the open letter last night but he didn't say much, just held me and
kissed me. It was in this mornings papers and I have to thank Peggy for the
great job she did on it, very professional. My letter was on page three;
there were no crazy comments from the editor, just the letter and I hoped
that whoever read it would get a clearer picture of what happened.

 "Hi Ray, is Peggy around?"

"Last booth on the left Brent, I think she's there or she will be at the
water fountain," he said.

I left Conner with Ray and walked up to the last booth.

"Peggy?"

"Yes Brent, that's me."

"I just wanted to thank you for the work you did for me, it is brilliant, a
very heartfelt thank you."

"Give me a hug Brent."

She stood up and I hugged her, kissing her cheek in the process.

"You want to hang out with me at the water fountain?"

"Sure, you want water or aqua?" We laughed as she led me to the tearoom and
we helped ourselves to a cup of coffee. Sitting with this young, bubbly
girl I couldn't help thinking Conner really does surround himself with
beautiful people, her personality was so infectious.

We had a heart to heart about the accident and my letter/reply to the
newspapers.

She thought I was being very brave doing it and I told her I had no choice,
that Phil and Dave were the real heroes. She let slip that all was taken
care of, they have been selected to receive a special commendation of an
Australian bravery award each and they will receive their medals soon at
Government house. I was over the moon; finally someone was listening to me.

We finished our talk and I went to find Conner.

"But Brent doesn't want that Ray."

"Brent doesn't want what Con?"

"Oh nothing."

"Oh that," I smirked.

"Are we done here Ray?"

"Yes and no, you have to think of another name for the scholarship Conner,
I presume your name won't be displayed?"

"Why don't you call it the Brenton Walsh Scholarship and stop being such
drop kicks about it," I suggested.

Conner's jaw dropped.

"Coming, drop kick number one?" I said.

Rays jaw dropped.

I took Con's elbow and led him to the lift while waving at Helen as we
passed.



He kept looking at me on the way home so I pulled into a car park along
Chapel Street, turned the car off and put my hand on his shoulder.

"That is what you wanted to call it, isn't it?"

"Umm yes Brent, we were trying to find a way of getting you to accept it."
He hung his head.

"All right. One, it's a really good thing you are doing, I do understand
you don't put your name to anything concerning charities, in a way it's
appropriate and mirrors us as a couple, so all's good. Two, but I won't be
nude on your next album cover," I laughed.

He took my hand and said,

"Thank you." A standard Conner reply, but genuine.

"Ask me why I'm parked here?"

"Why are you parked here Brent?" He looked perplexed at my question.

"Look to your left."

He looked and the penny dropped, a Dairy Bell ice cream shop.

"Let's go," he said.

"Put your cap on Con."

He did and I fluffed his blond locks and touched his face in the process.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he answered.

 With a very large hot chocolate fudge sundae under our belts there were no
plans for dinner, Con and I showered and changed, we had to go see how Dave
was and we figured early evening was the best because he would be doing his
therapy sessions during the day.

Phil was there and we hugged him, he looked a lot better and was very
humbled by my letter, he said they didn't deserve it. I thought he might
just think that.

"You know what Phil, Dave, you're right, you don't deserve it, you didn't
do anything to save three lives, nothing was done, the jet just fell out of
the sky and belly flopped across a mile of desert on its own, saving the
lives within, yep the jet saved us."

"He's got a point there Phil," Conner chuckled.

I got stared at for a few seconds then hugged again.

"The only thought I had was to keep David and you safe Brent, that's all I
remember."

"Well you did and I'm sure so did Dave before he was knocked out."

Adam and Rob had arrived mid sentence and were waiting to say hello to the
boys so I side stepped Phil's gaze and let them by. Adam hugged us both and
I put my hand out.

"Fuck off Brent, it's getting tired."

"Oh okay," I blushed.

I had better come up with something else to annoy Adam with, I just can't
let him off too easily for dobbing me in for the social club gig.

 Everyone was laughing and still talking about the accident when we left
and I detected a shift in Phil and Dave's relationship, it seemed more
bonded, more complete and I couldn't wait for them to get back on the horse
and fly me into the sunset, I mean fly me over to Canada so I can marry my
guy.

 Within the next two months the company acquired a new jet and it was
awesome, just a little bigger than the old one. It had two private rooms
and of course Adam put his name on one of them. The interior was much
bulkier and more luxurious and Dave, who by now was on walking sticks,
supervised its first service in the Qantas hangar. He had been fitted with
a new ankle and foot but it is early days yet so he rested his stump as
much as he could. When he had the foot on, he looked and walked quite
normally but it ached some, which is understandable. Phil said he was
sexier and easier to catch; Dave smiled out of the corner of his mouth.

 Abe had received his very generous offer and accepted it, he was a changed
boy and so was his gran, he brought her along to the interview with Ray but
it was just a formality. He has a very protective woman in his life that
asked many questions but she was in shock I think when they left, he would
start his uni courses next month, just about the time when I start back at
work.

 The boys put the jet through its paces and scrutinized its history
thoroughly and we would do something about Tan after we have done a few
flights, maybe Tom would like to fly with us, someone a little older than
him but on the same level. My brain was working overtime but somehow those
blue eyes kept me grounded. Strumming his guitar out the backyard one
beautiful day, he was singing the same verse over and over, I guess trying
to fill in the next line but it wasn't coming, I listened to the words
while I did the washing.

'It's impossible to imagine you as anything more than perfect.'

I mulled it over and had a vision, well a scene flashed by of the time I
had looked out the jet window when we were going down, I hadn't remembered
it until now but way beyond the dust and the noise, I remembered seeing a
glorious sky.

So I put pen to paper and while I was going to the clothesline with an
armful of wet clothes, I handed Con the note.

"This might help." I had added to his words.

'And when I look to the sky and see the glory in God's gifts, I always see
your smile.'

"Wha?" He quickly looked at me.

I hummed the tune as I pegged his favorite shirt.

"Con, it stinks, I had to wash it so don't go the, 'Oh, but it's my lucky
shirt,' it's grubby!"

I smiled as he watched me walk back to get more clothes.

His big arms snaked around me while I stood and waited for the kettle to
boil.

"I love you so much."

"Not as much as I love you Conner Wilson, not nearly as much."

I turned and kissed him.

It became a game with Con and I, we would leave slips of paper around the
house accompanied with a pen, a few lines of a poem would be written and I
would write the next line, it wasn't I decided for his songs, it was a
gesture of his love, so I played the game and wrote some seriously heavy
words.

 I was a little bored with my quiet life and wanted to get back into the
skies, Ray had organized a meeting with Phil and Davo and they went through
the new plane's insurance and set up, it's capacity, weights; which was
twice that of the old jet, assorted other things then he handed my boys
each an envelope.

"Be there guys, it's important."

They were invitations to government house for a special awards day where
they would be presented with a,'Special Service to the Community,'
medal.Their medals were for saving the life of a fellow worker with no
thought for their own safety.

"This is for you Brent."

I opened it and gasped, it was a personal letter from the Prime Minister,
he was congratulating me on my efforts to save a fellow worker from certain
death, he said he was proud that I was an Australian and he wished me a
long and happy life.

Well I didn't really expect that one.

The guys read it and shook my hand; Phil hugged me and said a thank you in
my ear. I shuddered at the thought that all three of us could have been
killed that day but thanks to God, it never happened.