Thirty minutes later, at Corrie’s Flying Service, Brett parked his Fairmont next to Corrie’s Jeep.
They got out and walked hand in hand to her building.
Dorian parked her LTD at the far end of the parking lot, and she waited inside her car. She kept an eagle eye on Corrie’s building.
Inside Corrie’s building, she worked at her desk. Brett relaxed on the couch in her office.
Out in the lobby, Britney was smiling.
Dorian waited, and her stomach growled. “I can’t leave now,” she said. Her stomach growled again. She yawned. Her eyelids drooped.
Ten minutes later, she rested her head against her door window. Her eyelids closed. She drifted off to sleep.
Three hours later, at the parking lot of Corrie’s Flying Service, Brett and Corrie walked to her Jeep, and they got inside.
Dorian was slumped down in her seat inside her LTD, still asleep. The sound of Corrie’s Jeep cranking up woke her. Dorian sat up, cringing in pain, stiff from sleeping in her car. She jumped, noticing Corrie’s Jeep drive away with Brett.
She cranked up her LTD and drove after Corrie’s Jeep.
After a few turns from the airport, Corrie drove her Jeep down Middle Road.
Dorian’s LTD followed Corrie’s Jeep.
Corrie drove her Jeep down Middle Road and turned into the Satsuma Japanese restaurant, located on Brentwood Drive off Middle Road.
She parked her Jeep in the parking lot.
Dorian drove her LTD down Middle Road, searching for a place to turn around. She saw a McDonald’s restaurant, turned into the parking lot, and turned around.
Dorian pulled back onto Middle Road and headed back.
Dorian drove down Middle Road and turned into the Satsuma Japanese restaurant parking lot.
Dorian immediately spotted Brett and Corrie walking into the Japanese restaurant.
Dorian drove her car out of the parking lot and headed back down Middle Road.
She turned into the McDonald’s restaurant and went to the drive-thru window.
She ordered two Baconator hamburgers, small fries, and a vanilla shake.
After she got her order, she drove back down Middle Road and turned into the parking lot of the Satsuma Japanese restaurant.
She found a parking spot away from Corrie’s Jeep and provided an excellent view of the restaurant’s front entrance. She opened up her Wendy’s bag and removed a hamburger.
“I hate spending my time like this,” she said. She took a bite of her hamburger. “It’s all Brett’s fault,” she said with a mouthful of hamburger.
Thirty minutes later, Dorian finished her MacDonald’s dinner and was stuffed.
She noticed Brett and Corrie exit the Japanese restaurant. She cranked up her LTD.
Brett and Corrie got in her Jeep. She cranked it up and drove out of the parking lot.
Dorian’s LTD followed Corrie’s Jeep.
Corrie drove her Jeep down Middle Road, turned left on North National Road, and headed east.
Dorian’s LTD turned left onto North National Road and followed Corrie’s Jeep, staying four car lengths behind.
Corrie’s Jeep drove down North National Road and turned left onto East 25th Street.
Dorian’s LTD turned left onto 25th Street.
Corrie’s Jeep drove down 25th Street and turned left onto North Tally Road.
Dorian turned left onto North Tally Road.
Corrie drove her Jeep on North Tally Road and turned into a housing development to the right.
Dorian turned into that housing development.
Corrie turned her Jeep into her driveway and opened up the garage door. She drove into the garage and closed the door.
Dorian stopped her car at Corrie’s neighbor’s house.
“I’ll get the bastard tonight,” she said, gritting her teeth and crossing her arms.
Dorian turned around Corrie’s neighbor’s driveway and drove away.
Dorian turned onto North Tally Road and headed south.
Dorian turned into the parking lot of a church and stopped her LTD. “I need a place to spend the night,” she said. She noticed a woman walking out of the church, heading to her car in the lot.
Dorian drove her LTD over to the woman, and she rolled down her window. “Excuse me, can you direct me to the nearest hotel?” Dorian called out to the woman.
The woman walked over to Dorian’s car. “All the hotels are over on the west side of town off of Jonathan Moore Pike,” the woman said. The woman gave Dorian directions.
Dorian drove her LTD out of the church parking lot a few minutes later and headed down North Tally Road.
Thirty minutes later, Dorian entered a room at the Sleep Inn and Suites with her suitcase.
Dorian left it by the dresser, walked over, and plopped down on her bed. She fell fast asleep.
Back in Fort Wayne, Sidney called off his rendezvous with Agnes as he felt under the weather.
Back at Corrie’s home, Brett and Corrie cuddled on her couch and watched the “Pearl Harbor” movie.
Later, at 9:30 p.m. that night, Dorian woke up in her room at the Sleep Inn. She glanced around the room in a daze, then glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table.
Dorian jumped up from the bed, grabbed her purse, and bolted to the door.
Dorian bolted out of the Sleep Inn and Suites front entrance, heading to her LTD.
Twenty minutes later, Dorian raced her LTD down the streets of Columbus and eventually made it to Corrie’s Street.
Dorian parked two houses down from Corrie’s. Dorian glanced around at the neighborhood. It’s quiet and not a soul in sight.
Dorian quietly opened her car door, stepped out, and quietly closed her door.
Dorian rushed down the sidewalk to Corrie’s house.
At the back of Corrie’s house, Dorian walked gingerly into Corrie’s backyard.
She peeked inside a window.
She walked over to the next window and peeked inside. It was Corrie’s bedroom, and she could peek inside through the vertical blinds. The bedroom was dark. Dorian sat down in the grass under the window and waited, glancing up at the window.
Fifteen minutes later, the light to Corrie’s bedroom came on. It went off two minutes later.
Dorian stood up and peeked inside the window. Bingo! Brett and Corrie embraced in a passionate kiss. The lit candles provided a romantic mood in the bedroom.
Dorian turned on her camera and pressed the lens against the window. She turned off the LCD, then ducked out of the way, holding the camera at the window, recording the two lovers’ heated passion.
Ten minutes later, Dorian’s arm ached from holding up the camera. She slowly peeked into the window and observed Brett and Corrie cuddling naked under the covers.
Dorian gingerly walked away from the window.
She got to the corner of Corrie’s house; she bolted through Corrie’s neighbor’s front yard.
Corrie’s neighbor peeked out his living room curtains and noticed Dorian running across his yard.
Dorian ran to her LTD. She opened the driver’s door and got inside.
She cranked up her LTD and raced off down the Street.
Corrie’s neighbor stopped peeking from his living room window curtains.
Dorian rushed into her hotel room twenty minutes later and sat down on her bed.
She turned on her camera and played back her recording.
She saw Brett and Corrie engaged in a passionate kiss on the camera. Brett and Corrie took turns undressing each other.
They are naked, and Brett gets on top of Corrie.
Dorian gritted her teeth, hearing Corrie’s moans of pleasure on the camera.
Dorian shut off the camera and cocked her arm to throw the camera across the room. “No, I can’t lose this evidence,” she said, pulling her arm back down by her side.
It was 2:00 a.m. in Columbus, and Brett and Corrie cuddled in her bed, sleeping naked in Corrie’s house.
Back in her hotel room, Dorian sat on her bed, staring at her camera. Her eyes bulged, her nostrils flared, and her face was beet red.
Inside Sidney’s bedroom, Olive slept like a baby.
Sidney tossed and turned in bed, having a dream.
In Sidney’s 1918 dream, Aaron and Grace are in a heated love-making session in a missionary position.
“Yeeesss!” Grace cried out, having an orgasm.
The bedroom slammed open with a bang, and Aaron quickly rolled off Grace’s naked body.
They both looked at the door, and their eyes widened in shock. Grace’s husband, William Snyder, stood at the doorway, eyes bulging, arms behind his back. “I can’t believe you’ve been having an affair, Grace,” Williams yelled.
“I, I don’t know what to say, honey,” Grace replied.
William’s arms swung from behind his back, revealing a Colt pistol.
“What are you doing this?” Aaron said, shaking.
“Your lovely wife Gertrude is paying me to get rid of her cheating husband. Lord knows I need the money to pay off my gambling debt, and then I’ll have a little left to move on,” he yelled. He stormed up to the bed and fired a shot from his Colt pistol into Aaron’s chest.
Aaron slammed into the headboard and was dead instantly.
“Ahhhh!” Grace screamed out in fear, then scrambled to get out of bed.
William rushed over to her side of the bed, aimed his Colt pistol, and fired at Grace’s chest.
She flew up and over Aaron’s dead body and was dead the second her body slammed onto the floor.
William shoved the Colt pistol into the front of his pants. He rushed out of the room with the pistol.
Back to Sidney’s reality.
“Ahhhh!” Sidney cried out, sitting straight up in bed. His body trembled.
Olive jumped up awake and looked at Sidney, worried. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing. I just had a bad dream,” he said. He clutched his chest in a bit of pain.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, rubbing his back.
“Heartburn,” he replied. “I’m getting some Tums,” he added and got out of bed.
He walked out of his bedroom and returned a few minutes later, munching on a couple of Tums. He got back in bed.
Olive kissed him on the cheek.
They both fell asleep.
It was 6:30 a.m. in Corrie’s neighborhood, and the Friday morning started with a beautiful sunrise. Dorian stayed up the whole night fuming.
Dorian checked out of her hotel at 6:00 a.m.
Dorian immediately drove her LTD to Corrie’s neighborhood. She parked her car four houses down from Corrie’s home and started her stakeout.
It was 7:30 a.m., and Corrie’s garage door opened, and her Jeep backed out of her garage.
Corrie’s Jeep backed down her driveway and onto her Street and drove away.
Dorian’s LTD slowly followed Corrie’s Jeep.
At the Bob Evans Restaurant, Corrie drove her Jeep into the parking lot twenty minutes later.
She parked her car, and Brett and Corrie walked hand in hand to the restaurant entrance.
Dorian parked her LTD across the Street in Wendy’s parking lot.
Dorian entered Wendy’s and walked up to the counter.
“This town has too many Wendy’s,” Dorian quietly mumbled, glancing at the menu behind the counter.
“May I take your order?” the young, pimply-faced kid asked Dorian.
Dorian glanced at the menu up near the ceiling behind the counter. She glanced over at the windows and eyed the Bob Evans restaurant from across the Street. Corrie’s Jeep was still in the parking lot.
She looked back at the menu. “I’ll have two Artisan egg sandwiches and a large cup of coffee,” Dorian ordered.
The kid smiled and worked on her order.
Five minutes later, Dorian sat at a table by the windows and eyed Corrie’s Jeep in the parking lot of Bob Evans, eating her breakfast.
Forty minutes later, at Corrie’s Flying Service, Corrie parked her Jeep in the lot, and she got out with Brett.
They walked hand in hand to her building.
Dorian’s LTD pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later and parked. She waited inside her car.
Dorian watched the flight line from inside her car and waited, pissed.
Ten minutes later, Dorian watched Brett and Corrie walk hand in hand to the Warrior.
She watched Brett and Corrie perform the pre-flight inspection on the Warrior.
Fifteen minutes later, Brett and Corrie got inside the Warrior. It started up and taxied away.
Ten minutes later, Brett’s Warrior took off on runway 5.
Dorian watched Brett perform two touches and went with the Warrior. After the second touch and go, Brett taxied the Warrior off runway 5. He taxied back to the flightline at Corrie’s business.
He stopped the Warrior, and Corrie got out of the plane.
Brett taxied back to runway 5.
After receiving the proper clearance, Brett had the Warrior lined up on the centerline of the runway. He gave the Warrior full power and rolled down the runway.
Brett’s heart raced as the Warrior raced down the runway. He rotated the plane at fifty-five knots and was soon airport.
“I’m up here all alone!” he said, glancing at the seat Corrie once occupied. He climbed the Warrior up into the sky. “Crap! I’m up here all alone, and it’s up to me to come down safely,” he said.
Brett turned the Warrior on the crosswind leg. Brett turned the Warrior on the downwind leg.
Brett turned the Warrior on the base leg. Brett turned the Warrior on the final and maintained 65 knots. His heart raced faster. It’s showtime.
Brett made a smooth landing.
Brett taxied back to Corrie’s flight line. Corrie watched Brett taxied back to the parking spot and secured the plane. He got out of the Warrior. “I did it!” he yelled, jumping in the air. “I soloed!”
He ran over to Corrie. They embraced in a passionate kiss.
From Dorian’s LTD, she stared at Brett and Corrie kissing. Something snapped. A blank stare in her eyes. Veins popped into her temples. She tilted her head. It shook a little, staring at Brett and Corrie.
At the flightline, Corrie grabbed Brett’s hand. “We have a tradition to complete,” she said.
She walked him over to a door of the hangar.
Dorian quickly got out of her car with her purse and rushed to the trunk.
Doran opened the trunk and checked the area around it. The coast is clear. Dorian opened up her suitcase and put on latex gloves. Dorian discreetly shoved two items into her purse. Dorian quietly closed the trunk.
She rushed over to the hangar door Brett and Corrie used.
Corrie and Brett entered the hangar from a side door.
“I still can’t believe it. I soloed! I flew an airplane all by myself!” Brett cried out in joy, walking with Corrie through the hangar.
He noticed a PT Stearman parked in the hangar. His eyes widened. “Who owns that Stearman?”
“That’s mine.”
“Nice! I saw one just like it flew over Fort Wayne a few days ago.”
“Probably was me. I just bought it last week and brought it home,” she said.
Brett looked impressed. “I would love to fly that plane,” he said, drooling at the sight of the Stearman.
“I’ll tell you what. When you get your private pilot’s license, I’ll check you out in the Stearman.”
A huge smile grew on Brett’s face. It’s a deal,” he said. He gave her a quick kiss on her lips. “We do belong together,” he added.
“I can’t wait until you get your divorce,” she said. She grabbed his hand and walked him to a toolbox by a Cessna 310.