Missing Presumed Lost

by Zoneefem

  

Roger and Betina were the perfect couple. Everyone said they were just made for each other. In fact, other than Betina's hair being a lot longer, they could have almost been twins. Both were fair complexioned and had beautiful blond hair. Roger's style was somewhat like a long Beatles cut. Betina had long layered hair that licked the tops of her shoulders, flipping up and around the bottom. Because her blondness was from a bottle, her hair had great body and a few large rollers once every few days kept it looking wonderful.

Roger loved her so much that when she suggested they both go to the same hair salon, he hadn't even thought twice before agreeing. Dad had long since left town when he was in grade school at the tender age of 10. When he graduated from college, he had taken a job as a computer analyst for a defense contractor and he often went weeks working at home, using his own computer setup as his office.

Betina was a very smart gal who at the age of 25 was a rising star in her company's executive training program. She had the extraordinary ability to "size up" people after only a few moments, and this meant she could know almost before the customer did what it would take to make a deal work. When she first met Roger, his smarty pants attitude had been a big turn off, but she soon determined that the "turkey-butt" b.s. was only an act, and that Roger was really a very sensitive guy who had never had a chance to show his true self to anyone he could really trust. He seemed to be very open to her every suggestion. On their second date, he begged her to let him wear a pair of her pink panties under his pants on their next date. The courtship was so quick that they never attempted to have sex before the wedding.

When Betina met Roger's mother, they both had immediately linked up as soul-mates, and they each had a desire to "change Roger for the better". Mom was one of those women whose marriage had been perfect until one day when Dad didn't come home from work. After a few hours of frantic worry, the phone rang and Mom just knew it was bad news-perhaps he had been in a car crash. But she recognized Dad's voice and for an instant she was so relieved she almost didn't hear him tell her that while he loved her very much, he had found someone whom he loved even more. Yes, he would send her a large settlement if she agreed not to fight a quick no-fault divorce. So, after a week of constant crying, she realize that unless she accepted Dad's offer, she would be penniless, so she reluctantly agreed to sign the divorce papers. He didn't desire visitation, so none was offered by the court.

Roger and Betina met by accident-literally. Roger had gone to the big new Walnut superstore grand opening and couldn't find a parking place. After a half-hour of cruising the parking lot, he saw a space that he might squeeze his car into if he was careful. Unfortunately, he misjudged the distance on the right and had scratched a small part of the other car's fender. It wasn't a major accident, but he felt obliged to have the owner paged on the speaker system so he could offer to pay for the damages. He walked back to his car and waited, expecting a husky football player type to appear. Betina came up to her car and Roger thought maybe she was just a curious bystander. When she identified herself as the car owner, Roger couldn't believe his eyes. This gal had all of the right curves. It was love a first sight(perhaps lust would be a better description of his feelings). He proposed three weeks later!

When the customer page for the "owner of a green Chevrolet, license B4 LUV please go to your automobile, " was heard, she feared the worst. Perhaps a large pickup had crushed her car's rear, or what if…….." Oh, my! So upon reaching her car, she was confused. There was this cute looking guy standing there looking very concerned, but she couldn't find any damage. What was going on here? After Roger walked over and pointed out the 1" long scratch that barely showed, Betina couldn't believe that he had gone to this much trouble over such a small thing. Such honesty deserved a reward, so she asked him out to lunch.

After they ordered their meal, Betina decided that she was really glad this person had scratched her car. Roger offered to find a repair place and get the scratch removed and she had happily accepted. One thing led to another, and soon they had exchanged phone numbers and driver's license information. A few days later, Roger picked up her car one morning and brought it back later that evening with the scratch no longer visible. He also got down on one knee and proposed.

Betina was swept off her feet at the swift proposal and accepted immediately. Instead of a large church wedding, Betina's mother suggested a trip to the Bahamas and that the ceremony be done there. That way she could give them the money that would have been spent on flowers, pictures, etc. as a dowry. Roger thought that was an outstanding idea, and Betina soon agreed. Within a day, they had the trip booked to leave next Friday at 3 pm. That way, Betina(or Beti for short) would not miss more than a couple of work days.

Almost as an afterthought, Betina insisted that she must take along her room-mate and best friend, Sally Shu. Sally was an oriental with lovely long long black hair and beautiful skin. Beti really didn't think it was necessary to tell Roger that she and Sally had been having a lesbian love relationship for two years. After all, she knew that once she got married, all of that would be in her past. Love does indeed conquer all.

The plan called for Roger and Beti and Sally to drive to the airport in Roger's car and meet Betina's mother and Roger's mother there. When Roger picked up Beti and Sally, he didn't think too much when Betina decided to ride in the back with Sally. They were room-mates who were about to part company, and he figured they just wanted to talk girl talk. He did become a bit curious when as she entered the back seat, Beti and Sally locked in an intense embrace. Just the kind of things girls do, he decided, and was it possible he saw Sally insert her tongue into Beti's mouth? Must just be his imagination.

Upon their arrival at the airport, they discovered that both of the moms had taken the same limo to the airport and to their chagrin, that the limo had broken down 10 miles out. They had to go back and pick them up, but since they were late arriving, the third call for the flight was announced. "Last call for all passengers who are on Flight 169 to the Bahamas." Thinking quickly, Roger asked the ticket agent if there was another flight soon and she said yes, in three hours. Roger explained their dilemma and the agent agreed to transfer the tickets to a later flight for the mothers. Then the three hurried out the ramp to the (oh my) twin engine Beechcraft. Surely there must be a mistake. The ticket agent assured him that because of the short field on their island destination that this was the only size plane that could land there.

As they approached the plane, Beti was still occupied with Sally who had one arm around her butt and the other holding her hand. Roger thought the plane looked a bit old, but airplanes do last for years (if properly maintained). They were the only passengers in the small cabin, so Beti and Sally took the last row and Roger sat directly in front of them. Because of the high seat back, he really couldn't see behind him, but he knew that Sally and Beti would be just fine; after all, they were such good friends.

The pilot walked back into the cabin and announced that they would take off in a couple of minutes. It seemed they were waiting on credit card approval for the gasoline. Since the flight was only about one hour long, the pilot decided he only had to have a little extra gasoline. They were required to have an extra 45 minutes of fuel in an emergency. He had flown this route many times and could even do it blindfolded-or half drunk. An hour and 10 minute supply of gas was more than enough. So, instead of buying the required amount(which would have made his card over the credit limit), he only got 10 gallons.

The left engine started just fine, but the right one sputtered and seized and finally began running a bit roughly. The pilot could have shut it down to have the engine checked, but it looked like the clouds were building from seaward, and he was only VFR(visual flight rules) certified, so he decided to chance it. He had done this many times before with no problems. They were off!

About halfway to the island, the clouds got very thick, from the water up to 50,000 feet. If the pilot had been totally sober, he would have turned back. He wasn't; he didn't. When the plane began to climb and then dive, all three of the passengers thought that the pilot was showing off. When the right engine quit, they assumed that nobody would fly a passenger service with an airplane that wouldn't fly on one engine. When the pilot became totally disoriented, he frantically noticed that the fuel level was below the empty mark, well into the reserve. He decided to try to find a place to set the plane down. He began transmitting, "Mayday, Mayday, Maday," without any reply. Now he was really in deep trouble. "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday," he called. No answer. He began to get desperate, "MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY. ANYONE ON THIS FREQUENCY PLEASE REPLY. AM OFF COURSE AND CANNOT GET MY BEARINGS. REQUEST RADIO DIRECTION FINDER GUIDANCE PLEASE. HAVE 3 SOULS AND MYSELF ONBOARD. MAYDAY, MAYDAY, MAYDAY." It was about time to get out the liferaft.

Suddenly, a calm female voice crackled through the headphones, "Aircraft in trouble, come to course One Eight Zero and put wheels down and prepare to land. There is an emergency strip on Shark Island about 5 miles ahead. Whatever you do though, do not ditch. Over."

The pilot heard the left engine sputter and then quit. "Sorry, cannot make the field. Please send water rescue. Over."

When Roger and Beti and Sally heard the left engine quit, the assumed they were done for. "Roger," Betina yelled, "I must tell you that Sally and I have been lesbian lovers for two years."

"Beti," Roger replied, I am a pre-operative transvestite and have been on hormone therapy for six months. My penis is very nearly gone. Too bad we didn't meet sooner."

"Beti," yelled Sally, "I am actually a man. That's why I always insist on not letting you near my beautiful panties."… And so ends another episode of tv fantasy.

  

  

  

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