CHAPTER SEVEN
Hairy traded up to a small, ocean going, yacht
and was on his way to Greece when he noticed an Egyptian racing sloop,
with its spinnaker set, closing rapidly from the South. He grabbed his binoculars
and his blood ran cold when he saw the one-legged, tap dancing assassin at the
helm! The crazy bastard had a dozen mean looking pirates with him. Hairy
quickly placed a call on his satellite phone to his friend and bridge partner,
George Teller. By an amazing coincidence, George was flying his bright yellow Aerobatic Biplane over the Mediterranean
Sea on his way to a Bridge Tournament in Athens.
George picked up and said, “What
can I do for you?” Hairy said, “I am in desperate need of a rescue! There is a
bunch of cut-throat Egyptians on my tail and I can’t outrun them. After getting
the coordinates, George did a roll, a pitch and a dive straight down and
landed next to Hairy’s yacht. After climbing into the
back passenger seat, Hairy exclaimed, “George, how in hell did you learn to fly
like that!” George replied, “Nothing to it. This thing flies like a dream. As a
matter of fact, I learned to fly it in a recurring dream about a yellow
airplane when I was a kid.” With that, George pushed the throttle forward and
they took off for more adventures in Greece.
To be
continued…
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