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over at Jerry who was now
foaming at the mouth. “He isn’t dead.”
    “What’s wrong with him?” Dennis asked from
outside the cockpit door.
    “I’ve fucked a few doctors, but I can’t
diagnose everything. Looks like a grand mal seizure.”
    “So he might snap out of it?” Dennis
asked.
    “Who knows, all I do know is that this plane
won’t land itself.”
    “Is it on auto pilot? Maybe we can wait till
he wakes up.”
    Cassidy scanned the control readouts and saw
that auto pilot was lit up. “Yeah, it’s on auto pilot.”
    “How long can we fly on autopilot?”
    “Till the gas runs out,” she replied.
    “No shit, how much do we have?” Dennis asked
annoyed.
    Scanning again at the control board, Cassidy
found the fuel gauge and replied, “Says three quarters full on both
tanks. Don’t ask me how long that will last, I have no idea.”
    “It should be good for a few hours I’d think,
we were going halfway across the country.”
    “Yeah, I suppose we have a few hours, but he
could be out for the rest of the day.”
    “At least we have some time to think. Grab
his headset radio and call for help.”
    “I told you I could land this thing,” Cassidy
snapped back.
    “There are twelve people in the passenger
section who would like for you to get some help. This isn’t about
your ego. I don’t give a shit how many DVD’s you’ve been in, this
is a plane, not a porn shoot.”
    Cassidy sat and thought for a moment. “Fine,
give me his radio.”
    Dennis pulled the headset off of Jerry and
gave it to Cassidy who wrestled it onto her much smaller head.
    “Hello?” she asked and waited for a reply.
Nothing.
    “It’s broke,” she said and started to pull
the headset back off.
    “Hold on, there must be a button you push or
something, let me look.”
    Cassidy put the headset back on and took some
time to study the control panel getting familiar with the
layout.
    “Here, now try it,” Dennis said.
    “Hello?” Cassidy said again into the
radio.
    “This is Topeka tower, please identify
yourself,” a voice said over the headphones.
    “Hi Topeka, this is Cassidy Rayne
speaking.”
    “Cassidy Rayne, can you give me your call
numbers please?” the tower replied.
    “Um, where do I get those?” she asked.
    “What is the nature of your call?” Topeka
tower asked.
    “We have an emergency, our pilot has had a
seizure.”
    A brief pause. “How is the plane
holding?”
    “We are doing fine so far, it says on the
control panel that the autopilot is on.”
    “Hold for a moment,” the tower replied and
the radio went silent. “Cassidy, we have several unidentified
targets on radar, I just need for you to find your identification
numbers, and they should be either on the control panel or maybe on
a flight plan.”
    Cassidy scanned around and found a series of
numbers and letters from a readout on the control panel. She read
them to the tower.
    “We have you on radar heading South East,”
the voice called from the tower. “Is there anyone on the plane who
can fly?”
    “No, but I’ve landed a plane a few
times,”
    “You’re not a pilot?”
    “No, I’m a porn star. I’ve been in over three
hundred DVD’s”
    “Ok, that won’t help but maybe we can figure
something out. Give me a second.”
    The radio went silent again and Cassidy
noticed Dennis getting more and more nervous over her shoulder in
the aisle. “It’s ok big boy,” Cassidy said trying to calm Dennis
down.
    “Are you sure you can land this thing?”
Dennis said gritting his teeth and sweating.
    A voice cracked back over the headset. “This
is Charles Lightpole speaking, who am I speaking with?”
    “My name is Cassidy Rayne.”
    “Miss Rayne.”
    “Call me Cassidy.”
    “Cassidy, my dispatcher tells me you have
limited flight experience, is that correct?”
    “I’ve landed a few times,” she replied.
    “What kind of plane was that?”
    “I don’t know, it had four seats and room in
the back for a few bags.”
    “Was