Hump Day Kick Start – Cockpit Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

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In honor of my favorite pastime of flying (NOT!), I give you today’s post.

Any number of scenarios could be given for this prompt. Who is she? Flight student hoping to earn extra credit in flight school? Test pilot who lost a dare? Is she about to earn her mile high wings with the hot aviator? Maybe for every instrument and button she can’t name correctly for the pilot, she has to lose an article of clothing. Could she be proving her skill with another ace in a flight simulator?

Circle once and give me your take, or just “caption this photo”.

7 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Cockpit Edition

  1. Will Graham says:

    “Will, you’ve been wishing for a private jet. Well, here you go, complete with your kind of pilot.”

    “Thank you, Pistol, but what did Mom and Dad say?”

    “It’s not their concern or their business; all those years of Black and White Cookies have paid off for you… don’t question a gift!”

    “Hmmmm… good point. Thank you, sweetie.”

    “You’re welcome. Now, go to London and find proof who Jack the Ripper REALLY was. When you get back, we can go get some B&W cookies and talk about it.”

    “Ummm… well, yes, ma’am….”

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Bwahaha…I think you are giving the Pistol too much credit. But, as long as she takes real good care of her folks, then I’m good with it.

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    Wow. Hot dog! now you’re talking.
    About time we had some nice cheesecake, Jenn. Thanks.
    Okay, here’s her story:
    Veronica was excited for the opportunity to “go up” this morning. She’d been working in the hangar for three months and each day one of the pilots would promise to take her up eventually.
    Mrs. Hanson, the tower flight controller, had warned her not to accept any of their offers if anyone actually made it available instead of merely promising the ride.
    But Veronica was a stubborn young lady.
    This morning, after having “promised” on at least seven previous occasions to take her up, Steve, the owner of a old two seat Piper, finally had run out of excuses.
    “Do you mean it?” she asked him.
    “Sure,” he replied, “but once we’re airborne, you have to remember I’m the captain and all passengers must follow instructions.”
    “No problem. Whatever,” said Veronica enthusiastically. “I’ve been waiting for this ride for three months.”
    “Actually, so have I,” said Steve, with a strange smirk on his handsome face. “Okay, pull out the wheel chocks and climb aboard.”
    She settled in as Steve went through his pre-flight checklist and conferred with the tower.
    “Oh,” he said as an afterthought, “I guess I’m required to tell the tower that I have a passenger this morning.”
    “Who’s that?” asked Mrs. Hanson in the tower.
    “The new girl in the hanger.” then he turned to Veronica. “What’s your name, honey?”
    “Don’t you take her up!” screamed Mrs. Hanson.
    “Sorry, tower, that transmission was garbled.”
    And Steve made his smooth take-off. They flew over the nearby town and along a scenic river and then leveled off at about 6,000 feet.
    “This is beautiful, I’d love to see more,” said Veronica.
    “So would I,” replied Steve.
    “What do you mean?” she asked, a bit surprised at his expression.
    “I mean, it’s time — after three months — for me to see what you’ve got upstairs.” His formerly handsome features had turned cruel.
    “Take it off.” And he pointed to her blouse.
    “Or what?” she replied.
    “Or we land and I tell everybody you tried to seduce me, but I turned you down. And then I’ll get Mr. Franco to give your job to somebody else.”
    Veronica pressed a button on her side of the cockpit.
    “I don’t believe I heard you correctly,” she said. “Would you repeat that?”
    He did, adding a few choice cuss words and additional threats.
    “If that’s the only way you’ll take this plane back down, then here you go,” said Veronica, whipping off her blouse and bra and glaring at him.
    “Well, well, well,” he said. “Even nicer than I…”
    “Mrs. Hanson, did your recorder pick up all of his threats?”
    Over the cockpit speaker came her reply. “Yes indeed, Veronica. We finally have enough evidence for the FAA to bury this schmuck. Thank you for being our bait. Nobody else would do it.”

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    What a fun spin to this prompt. I love it, Jeff! 😀

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  5. Love that Will and Jeff got “on board” with this week’s picture! Hmmmm, I wonder why…..

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  6. jbrayweber says:

    I have to throw the boys a bone from time to time.

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  7. jeff7salter says:

    heh heh heh

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