Gone Fishin' for a Zipper Trout
After Silver disposed of her rent clothing, packed a small bag, and got dressed, she eyed the room. She didn't think she forgot anything. Until she realized she did. After grabbing what she needed out of her nightstand drawer, she closed her bad with a final zip and headed out. The Symkarian had not been on a vacation in at least two years. One weekend would not spell disaster for the company she ran. Even if her best agent was going with her.
After informing Lorna and others of her absence, Silver made her way to the hangar where the jet was waiting. She tossed her bag inside and settled down to wait for John to arrive. He might have caught her looking thoughtful and wiggling slightly in the pilot's chair. She may have been slightly embarrassed inside, but she did her best not to show it. After getting settled and the jet off, Silver programmed the coordinates of the airfield. She used the comm system to make sure they had a vehicle waiting for them to get to the cabin. As she was getting the details hammered out, she was peeling off articles of clothing. She was much more gentle about it than she had requested in her office.
Once the commlink closed, she stood up and pushed her pants down. Since this vacation was for a very specific purpose, she had failed to put on any underwear. She stepped out of the clothing pooled at her feet and over to John. And then she spent the rest of the trip to the airfield on top of the man in the copilot's chair.
Thankfully, there was a warning bell as they approached the small airfield. Silver would have probably still been all over John as they landed. She calmly got dressed and took the controls of the small jet to land it.
Now, they were getting out of the truck that had been waiting for them. Since she wasn't sure of John's proficiency of driving in snow and they were traveling on a mountain, she took the wheel. The cabin was small and out of the way. Isolated. And had a big stack of firewood against the house. She would let John look around while she got the fire started.
After informing Lorna and others of her absence, Silver made her way to the hangar where the jet was waiting. She tossed her bag inside and settled down to wait for John to arrive. He might have caught her looking thoughtful and wiggling slightly in the pilot's chair. She may have been slightly embarrassed inside, but she did her best not to show it. After getting settled and the jet off, Silver programmed the coordinates of the airfield. She used the comm system to make sure they had a vehicle waiting for them to get to the cabin. As she was getting the details hammered out, she was peeling off articles of clothing. She was much more gentle about it than she had requested in her office.
Once the commlink closed, she stood up and pushed her pants down. Since this vacation was for a very specific purpose, she had failed to put on any underwear. She stepped out of the clothing pooled at her feet and over to John. And then she spent the rest of the trip to the airfield on top of the man in the copilot's chair.
Thankfully, there was a warning bell as they approached the small airfield. Silver would have probably still been all over John as they landed. She calmly got dressed and took the controls of the small jet to land it.
Now, they were getting out of the truck that had been waiting for them. Since she wasn't sure of John's proficiency of driving in snow and they were traveling on a mountain, she took the wheel. The cabin was small and out of the way. Isolated. And had a big stack of firewood against the house. She would let John look around while she got the fire started.