Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 12:11:42 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kit's Story Ch.11

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Kit's Story
Part 11
A Second Fling and then Monogamy (for a while).


Well the second fling was everything I could have wished for. I lost count
of how many orgasms I had, and Palmer. I knew that I was asking for trouble
because it just made Palmer more infatuated with me. Yes he called it love
but I was sure it wasn't. I increased the number of pilots and started
giving leave on the same schedule as the other Emirates pilots. That proved
a good move because Palmer found another gay pilot and they had a joint
apartment. I tried to schedule their leave together. Not difficult while
the new boy was a co-pilot.

Our expansion continued with the addition of a 101. Now we were into
serious flying machines. This one was a monster. More like an airliner than
a helicopter. I was delighted to be flying it. I made Palmer Chief Pilot on
the 139 fleet. We added two more utility 135s and I made Brian the chief
pilot on all the 135s. My role then was more admin than anything else
because the 101 was generally low usage. I was now over 40 and was content
with my life. Mahiti and I occasionally talked about retiring but both of
us enjoyed our jobs so much that it was never a serious discussion. Our
serious ones concerned our investments. Mohammed had invested our money
quite heavily in property and high tech stocks, and Salem still managed a
large chunk from my time in Thailand, both of which had done amazingly
well. We owned outright a beautiful mansion in the Sussex countryside,
rented to a diplomat's family and returning 15% on our original investment
because of the increase in property prices. Other property was mainly
offices in London also a great investment.

Our cosy world disintegrated in quick time after Mohammed was killed in a
terrorist bombing in Libya. Fortunately for me it was a trip that he had
gone solo so Mahiti was still in the kingdom with me.

Mohammed's heir was a nephew who decided to become more hands on in the
helicopter company. He started making decisions that I found bizarre and
started, very quickly to affect the bottom line. He brought in a friend,
also an Arab who he wanted me to check out on the 101. When I saw his log
book I nearly died. The boy had the bare minimum hours for a commercial
licence. I wouldn't have employed him as a co-pilot on the 135 never mind a
captain on the 101. He did 10 hours with me before the boss, Abdul, told me
to roster him in command and I was to remain on the ground as flight
operations director, a big demotion for me. Hours on the 101 fell away to
almost zero because clients were uncomfortable with the pilot. I tried
putting senior first officers in with him but it didn't work.

Mahiti was a casualty of the new regime as well, he didn't want someone
close to him pointing out all of his stupid decisions. The severance pay
was insulting so I decided we needed to go. I wasn't surprised that Abdul
accepted my resignation with immediate effect and did the same thing to me,
minimum severance despite the fact that I had built the company from
nothing to a major aviation unit.

England and a hunt for a temporary home while we decided what to do. We
took a rental not far from Salem's apartment and socialised with him quite
a lot. He broached the subject of Mahiti coming to work for him again. So
he did. The job was so similar to what he had been doing that he was very
soon Salem's P.A. and revelling in it. Our mansion in Sussex became vacant
so we moved in and Mahiti commuted while I spent my time having a complete
makeover done on the house and grounds. It was actually quite hard work and
cost us more than I meant to spend on it. Salem assured me that the remains
of our investments were still very healthy, and now Mahiti was adding to
them again. Nearly a year of no job and I started to get bored. I didn't
know what I wanted to do, only that I wouldn't work away from home very
much, Mahiti was still my life.

Through Salem I got a message that Abdul would like to talk to me. I think
I went into shock. We had never liked each other, he had been mean with our
severance packages so he must know I wouldn't be happy having anything to
do with him. I called him anyway. Would I please go out to the kingdom for
a face to face with him? He would have a first class return ticket waiting
for me and a limo would meet me at Dubai and take me to the kingdom. With a
lot of persuading I went while Mahiti was away with Salem.

I was taken directly to the helicopter base. I was in shock, even before I
entered the offices. All of the helicopters were on the pads looking very
tired and dirty. The offices looked amazing, very plush, much more so than
when I was there. They were all at the standard of the client's lounge and
must have cost a fortune. In to what had been my office and Abdul was sat
at my desk, only now it was a very grandiose affair that had probably cost
more than a year of my old salary. He didn't start with any small talk so
his manners hadn't improved.

"I would like you to come back as Managing Director and straighten out the
company.  Your replacement was insufficiently qualified to be chief pilot
and I had more important things to handle."

"Thanks Abdul, but no thanks."

"I will offer you a golden handshake of ? ? million, and double your last
salary to take the job."  He was definitely desperate and I was curious as
to how bad it was.

"I will accept a consultancy fee of the ? ? million to tell you what is
needed. If you agree to that expense I will put the company back on a sound
footing with appropriately qualified people, but I won't take a permanent
position here"

He agreed, my cheque cleared and I went to work. I got hold of the chief
engineer first.

"I want every one of these machines looking like it has just rolled out of
the factory. I'll give you to the end of the week, or accept your
resignation. I also want a list of all defects and what spares you need to
rectify them."

"I can't get spares, Kit, which is why I haven't wasted time keeping the
machines ready"

"What do you mean, you can't get spares?"

"Abdul hasn't paid Westland's for the last lot so they won't supply us with
any more."

"Send the order, ask them to price it, add in what we already owe them and
get bank transfer details. We'll send the money immediately."

I told Abdul to be ready to transfer the money. Next was the pilots. I
hadn't seen any so I asked Abdul to get them all in the office the next
day. I was shocked. Brian was the only one of my original compliment
left. The remainder were mostly Pakistani ex air force pilots. Checking log
books I thought about half were sufficiently qualified, but none of them
had the education or ability to handle the class of client we had catered
for. Their salaries mirrored their ability really, they were pathetic. I
had a private session with Brian and found out that most of the others had
remained in the emirates flying on temporary contracts for Aerogulf
Services in Dubai or Abu Dhabi Aviation in Abu Dhabi. He was the only
captain left qualified on the 101.

"It doesn't matter, Kit, it hasn't flown for months, no spares to get it
airworthy."

I sat down with Abdul and told him what I wanted to do.

"I'll take a permanent consultancy position for the same money as my last
salary because I only intend being here part time, as required. I want
Brian to move in as Fleet Chief Pilot and Deputy Managing Director. You
need to start thinking about an MD when I have the company built back
up. Where I can I want to recruit pilots that were like the ones that were
here before, hopefully many of them the same people. The offices need to be
working offices again Abdul to reflect the professionalism of the
place. All of this fancy furniture gives completely the wrong impression
both for staff and visitors."

He was squirming by the time I finished and I went to one of the hangar
offices after telling him how I wanted my office to look before I would
move back in. I was being a bastard because I was pissed off that he had
virtually destroyed the work of years that I had been so proud of.

The hunt for pilots was more successful than I expected because they were
all willing to work for me again, but they wanted tighter contracts so that
Abdul couldn't screw them this time. I was delighted to get Palmer
back. Still sex on legs for me, and I thought I might ask Mahiti for
permission to make love to him again.

Within a week we had our spares. I sacked the pilots I didn't want, demoted
all of the remainder to first officers, but on the same pathetic salaries
as they were on already. Simple brief to all of them.

"You all have the necessary qualifications for command. What you don't have
is the social graces for our clients. You are all going to have six months
to develop that before I start promoting some of you back to commands. If
you haven't impressed me in that time, you'll join your colleagues going
home."

Brian would be senior captain on the 101, Palmer I made chief pilot on the
139 and dual qualified on the 101 and 135. The others I slotted back in in
their old positions, but all with captaincies. We kept the Emirates check
captains busy for a couple of weeks getting everybody requalified on types.

Then we hit the ground running with a massive advertising push. All of our
old clients we contacted personally to let them know we were back in
business with the same standards as before. Every paper in the Emirates and
the main daily in other states that we had flown to carried an ad and we
were in business.

I watched it all happening for a month and then told Abdul I was going home
for a month. Brian could contact me any time and I would be back in a
month. If everything was running smoothly I would terminate my contact, or
stay to fine tune everything, and then leave. No problem and that night I
was curled up with Mahiti. I had, of course, talked to him every day, and
we had even had video and phone sex a couple of times while I was
away. What a hoot at our age.

When I came back for my month, I flew co-pilot on a 101 trip and on several
139 and 135 trips. Everything looked good. Brian was doing better than I
would have done. His officer training in our Royal Navy had given him
terrific man management skills and with Palmer as his deputy it was a no
brainer. Abdul was counting his money having realised that if you paid
peanuts you got monkeys and the salaries he was paying now were totally
justified. The machines looked immaculate, the pads they had to land on
were pristine. Uniforms worn by the pilots mirrored the efficiency of the
operation and my chats with some of the clients confirmed we were back on
track.

"You don't need me anymore, Abdul, terminate my contract, pay me the
balance and I'll leave Brian to run things. If he is good, which I think he
is you might do worse than to jump his pay a little and make him General
Manager and Chief Pilot combined."

 Then I was gone. Handshakes all round and a laughing comment from Palmer.

"You should have checked me out in bed as well."

I should have done, I would have liked to, but I hadn't asked Mahiti and I
wouldn't without his permission.

That job made my name for me as an aviation consultant and I made a good
living for the remainder of my working life doing that. I was away from
Mahiti intermittently for short spells, but nothing to hurt us, the same
with him working for Salem. We eventually retired completely on my
50th. Birthday. The Sussex house became our main home, but we travelled
quite extensively, frequently to Thailand where Mahiti's parents were still
alive, and to Pattya where we still had so many friends.

I look back on my life and realise that the biggest slice of good luck I
ever had was securing the job in Pattya working for Naret and his
brother-in-law, Adisak. When they died it was just our younger friends that
kept us returning. Am and Chou had taken over the Western Bar, buying it
from Adisak's heirs. It had toned down its sex acts in the face of tighter
government legislation but the new cabarets were stunning with just as many
beautiful boys but now in amazing body suits doing very artful
dancing. Despite our ever advancing age we were still propositioned by the
boys. Even Am and Chou said they would love to replicate some of our old
routines with them. That, of course just got loads of laughter and a few
frowns from Mahiti before he too saw how unrealistic that was.

The End

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