Sigrn and Adam-110

As she approached the guard station she rolled the window down.  “Hi.  I’m Dr Taylor.  I’m expected for a flight to Nevada.”  

The guard studied his clipboard for a minute.,,  “Yes Ma’am, here you are.  I need to see your driver’s license..   thanks.  Hang this parking permit from your mirror.  Proceed straight ahead and take a right at the second traffic light.  Then straight ahead to the Flight Operations building.   You’ll see visitor parking just to the right of the main door.  Go in your luggage.”

“Thanks”   

It wasn’t like any airline terminal she had seen.  A very plain large room with maybe a hundred chairs and a few vending machines.  A man in his forties looked up from his screen.  This couldn’t have been the sort of National Guard duty he wanted. 

“Dr Taylor?”  She nodded and put down the suitcase.  The handbag with Adam stayed around her shoulder. “Looks like there’s been a lot of change.  Well you’re finally in luck. You’ve got the airplane to yourself and it’s the best one.   Usually high level types - like the Joint Chiefs and State Department.   Your crew’s over there,”  he said pointing to two young men in uniform. “I’ll take your suitcase.  Anything to carry on?”

“Just me, the carry-on and my handbag” 

“Don’t worry - we don’t charge extra for that.” 

The shorter of the two made the introductions.  He couldn’t have been thirty. “I’m Major Anderson, Dr Taylor and this is Captain Wilczek”  There wasn’t any body language for shaking hands so she just smiled and nodded.  Captain Anderson continued. “it’ll only be about three  hours.”  They made their way what was either the smallest airliner or the largest private jet she had ever seen.   Captain Wilczek opened up and showed her in.

“Any seat you want, but I’d take the stateroom in the back. You’ll probably never see anything like it again.  There’s a minibar in the stateroom with some grub and drinks.  No alcohol.  Feel free to take what you want. I’ll disable the communications so you don’t have to worry about starting a war or something.  We’ll tell you when to strap in for takeoff.  It won’t be long - ten minutes for the preflight and we’re outa here.”

She made her way to the stateroom.  “My God” This was amazing.  There was a bed and private lavatory along with two leather seats better than anything this side of a millionaire’s home. 

“This’ll do just fine.  thanks!” she said hoping they could hear her.  The cockpit door closed.  She put Adam’s bag on the bed and closed the stateroom door.   She unzipped the bag and took out the little padded box carefully setting it upright on the little table between the seats.  “I hope the ride wasn’t too bumpy little guy.  You can open up now.”  The side of the box swung open and Adam stepped out onto the tabletop. 

“A little bouncy, but you get used to it after awhile.”  A huge hand appeared overhead and easily lifted the case skyward.  He knew it was six inches on a side, but to him…  He still wasn’t used to this size.

“Since this is private  I’ll change into something you haven’t seen. If you like I can give you your clothes box and you can dress up too.”

“I’m game.”  She reached back into her purse and found the little repurposed jewelry box.  A small modification so Adam could open and close it by himself.  It struck her as fragile now, but he could move the lid.

The lighting flickered as a gas turbine started and spooled up to idle.  Then the same from the other.  An intercom came on.  “We’re rolling in two minutes Dr Taylor.  Strap in and enjoy the flight”  There’s no activity - we’re cleared for immediate takeoff.”

“Hop on” she said putting her hand down and scooping him up,  Then she plopped herself down in one of the chairs putting him on her right thigh.  “I’ll buckle in.  I’ll hold you during takeoff?”

“Sounds ok to me”

They were rolling and after a short turn the engines throttled up and the Gulfstream accelerated down the runway and leapt into the evening sky.   A few very steeply banked turns and Major Anderson came on again. “We’re passing through 10,000 feet on our way to 37,000.  It looks like two hours and forty minutes.  We’ll let you know when we descend and you have to strap in again. It should be a smooth ride all the way.”

She put her thighs together and set Adam in the valley between them so she could unbuckle.  “I’ll put you back on the bed and you can change if you like.  I’ll change in the bathroom.”  She set him down gently next to the little jewelry box and then took her carry-on into the bathroom.  About the same time he was into his new clothes  the door opened and she peered around the corner.”

“Are ya decent?”

Adam almost fell over on his back as the giantess approached “Yikes - I mean Wow!”  

“ ‘looks like you changed too. Mind if I get a better look?”  She could see him nod his head as she bent down.  “Here, climb on”

“It’s easy to stand on your palm in these boots .. almost like bare feet”

“I like those pants mister…”

“Yours are sweet too..  at least what I can see from here.”

“Yeah … that’s a difference.  Wanna go on the bed for a better view?”

“Yeah ..  but tomorrow you’’ll see what it’s like when you meet Haley..”

“You’re looking forward to that aren’t you?  You must be really curious.”

“I’m more interested to see what it’s like for you to be in my shoes for awhile.  Maybe it’ll help us…  By the way, your shirt has a hole in it.”

“Shit - where?  I only wore it once and it cost way too much.”

“Inside eft arm above your elbow.”

“It’s going to be hell to patch.  I better get out of it before it grows any more”

“If you have extra material maybe I can patch it.  I know how to sew - I did a Summer sail making In Connecticut. If I can get a needle that’ll fit…  maybe the new 3d printers that can make things my sized.”

She carefully put him down on the bed.

 “Huh, maybe.  I’ll check with the place that sold it.  I may have missed a flaw when I bought it.” she said as she unbuckled her belt and began to carefully peel off her shirt.  “There, how’s that?”

“Maybe we could try something new Sigs…”

She bent down towards him and licked her lips suggestively “Have have something in mind?  It needs to be safe, so maybe we should be careful with turbulence”

He shook his head “No….  not that at all.  Maybe we can just talk.  ‘almost sounds like something the girl says right?”

“Talk about what?”

He motioned for her to sit on the bed and she carefully sat down about an arm’s length - one of her arms - away.  “We talk a lot about practical matters dealing with my size and a little about us being romantic, but we don’t talk about us”

This was not what she had expected.  She moved down a little closer with a worried look.. “No, what do you mean?”

“I know a few things about you.  You like 50s and early 60s rock and sing in the shower even though your singing voice is awful.   I know how you dress, that you like trashy romance novels and what TV shows and movies you watch.  I know the names of your co-workers and what’s going on where you work.  All by just being around you.  I know what you smell like and what kind of flowers you like.  That you wear wedge heels even though you tell people heels are bad for their feet.  That you can do ten one-handed pushups.    I know you were raised Lutheran, but never go to church and that you prefer semi-dark chocolate and can loose control with M&Ms.  You put on your left shoe first, but always start combing the right side of your hair. That you tell people you disdain titles, but quietly enjoy hearing Dr.   How much do you know about me?  What kind of music do I like?”

“Well …  I don’t…  I don’t know …”  she stammered as she tried to remember what he played on his phone.

“Try this.  Am I liberal, conservative or somewhere in the middle?  What about religion?  Or what did my parents do for a living?”

“I know that one,” She knew she knew  “he’s an accountant!”

“Wrong…  He’s a high school history teacher.  He hated math and the fact that his brother is a CPA and does so much better. We don’t communicate.  Maybe we should try to get to know each other a little more so there’s more trust and respect.  There are times, it’s worse since the last shrink, I’m feeling like a pet rather than a person.  A very small pet like a mouse in a toy house.  I have to follow a set of your rules.  I just get scraps of what you’re eating rather than what I like.   You do everything and I’m not allowed to do much.  Three minutes ago you dismissed the idea of me patching your shirt.”

“I didn’t, … I didn’t know I was doing that.. You should have told me”

“I’ve been dropping hints, but you don’t listen.  I’m a person Sigrún Taylor Ph.D. and not some tiny living doll that you can have some version of sex with.  Look,  you’re pretty amazing… smart, good looking and just interesting.   And you take care of me, but that’s the point.  There needs to be a partnership.  And if I’m a pet do you go off and find a real partner?  Or should I be looking for someone?  And don’t just say ‘don’t be silly’ …  I’m serious.”

It felt like part of Sigrún’s world had just crumbled.  How could she be so thoughtless - so uncaring.  She couldn’t fight back the tears that were beginning to well up.  “Where, how should we start?

“How about anything you’d ask a real boyfriend after the first few dates…”

They started talking over South Dakota and continued on through Wyoming, Utah and finally into Nevada.

“We’re getting near the airport Dr Taylor.  On the ground in five minutes so strap in.”

Adam opted to hold onto a bed sheet and Sigrún took her seat and locked her seatbelt.  They had talked and listened.  She felt a little better.  Maybe they could build something.  Something she now realized never existed.

Wheels down.