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THE TWO-FOR-ONE SPECIAL
An I Dream of
Jeannie Adult Fan Fiction
Story by CAJeannieFan57/Donna
Rating: NC-17-sexual theme, language.
Summary: The story of Roger’s short-lived third
marriage, late January to early March, 1980.
Roger Healey had mixed feelings about returning to the
Training Division at NASA, after almost three years in the Engineering
Department. Once again, he finally felt
like an astronaut. He was training for
the very first shuttle mission with his long-time partner and best friend, Tony
Nelson. That was both exhilarating and
frustrating – exhilarating because he knew he was headed above Earth’s
atmosphere again, frustrating because he was traveling a lot to both Andrews
AFB near Washington D.C., and Edwards AFB in southern California. That meant he didn’t get to spend a lot of
time with his 5-year-old daughter by his first marriage, Skylar. Roger had enjoyed his time in Engineering –
he liked his fellow engineers, his work hours, and – until his second divorce
from Tracy six
months before – the time it afforded for him to spend with Tracy and Skylar.
That day was exhausting.
He had spent three hours with Tony in a simulator, an hour and a half on
physical fitness training, two hours with Dr Bellows in psychological testing,
and two hours on paperwork. Reflecting
back on the day, Roger realized that the hardest part was Dr Bellows’
test. The psychiatrist kept trying to
trick him, almost forcing him to reveal the secret that he’d been keeping for
almost 15 years – that fellow astronaut Tony Nelson was married to a genie and
had two djinn children – a girl of almost nine and a boy who had just turned
six.
Roger decided to stop at a singles bar that he liked and
have a drink after work, before heading back to his apartment. ‘Heck,’ he
thought, ‘maybe I’ll just pick up a sandwich there for dinner.’ He was supposed to pick up his daughter at
his ex’s apartment at 7:00, because Tracy
was working a party for her home-based business that evening.
“Hey, Nick, the usual, please,” Roger told the
owner/bartender, as he sided up to the bar, “Plus a chicken salad sandwich.”
“No date tonight?” Nick asked with a grin.
“Only with my 5-year-old,” Roger chuckled.
Soon after Nick brought Roger the sandwich and drink, a
sultry blue-eyed red head female came to occupy the bar stool next to
Roger. “Hey, handsome,” she greeted
Roger. To Nick, she said, “The usual,
please. And HIS next one’s on me,” she
indicated Roger.
Roger looked her over carefully, deciding he liked what he
saw, so far. She was petite, about 5’3”,
and looked to be about 27. These days,
he liked them young, as long as they weren’t jail bait. The striking red hair was done up in a
sophisticated do, and the blue eyes sparkled at his own. “Hello,” he answered back, assuming she was
single because this was a singles bar.
The woman looked over Roger’s uniform, the blue NASA flight
suit with his astronaut wings and brand new colonel’s birds sewn onto the
collars. She peered at his nametag, but
in the darker lighting of the bar, it was difficult to read. “Are you an astronaut?” she asked.
“Yes – Roger Healey,” he said.
“I’m Ashlyn Thomasson – I work at
NASA in Research and Development,” she told him.
”What do you do?” Roger was worried – he didn’t want to date
anyone his ex-wife knew. Tracy
was currently working in that division as a secretary, part-time, filling in
for a woman on maternity leave for six months.
“I’m a research scientist,” Ashlyn told him. Roger breathed a sigh of relief – Tracy wasn’t on that side
of the division.
The two exchanged a bit of conversation, and before he knew
it, Roger had consumed four scotch-and-waters and was as close to drunk as he’d
been in years.
“You’ve had plenty to drink,” Ashlyn told him. “I better take you to your place – you can’t
drive in that condition.”
“Sure I c- can,” Roger hiccupped.
“No, you’re not driving, Colonel Healey,” Nick told
him. He confiscated Roger’s keys and
handed them to Ashlyn. “He drives a 1980
Corvette – bright red – it’s parked right out front.”
Ashlyn grinned – she’d hit pay dirt tonight! An astronaut with an almost brand new
Corvette – single – he must have money to burn, she thought. She led Roger to his car, helped him into the
passenger seat, and got into the driver’s seat herself. She’d never driven one of these sporty
vehicles and knew she’d impress all of her girlfriends with it.
Not knowing where Roger lived, Ashlyn decided to take him to
her own apartment. Her roommate was out
of town, thank goodness. Ashlyn
ordinarily enjoyed her roommate’s company, but tonight she was ready for a man
in her bed.
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