"Pretty nifty, Quixote," Jess said after the bellhop left. "Kind
of expensive, though, isn't it?"
        "Edge is edge...want to shower before we go mail?"
        "That's a good call. We probably reek of sex. Good we're
related, huh honey?" She started taking off her clothes in a strip
dance kind of mood as he sat on the bed, then she started taking
his off. (Now, as explained, folks, they have wanted to maintain
pretty much an "R" rating for you all - hoping that that is for
"racey" or "respectable", rather than "raunchy". But this is life.
People go to the bathroom in life. And lovers sometimes go there
together. But I just want to let you know that I really struggled
with how to get their passion across. I mean, what IS the point of
telling the truth - in this case of imagination - if it's going to
be branded as salacious? So, they went to the toilet and had more
sex. OK I said it. And they were willing to leave it at just that, but
did want you to know that they did nothing unhealthy, unnatural
or unwise. But it was hot as all heck.)
        After the toilet, they got into the shower together and, uh,
washed each other, of course, between oral and other kinds of
orgasms. They were just melting into each other. And for those
minutes - which lasted a good 4o, they estimate - their combined
ecstasy was the only thing in their minds. Kit must have caressed
and kissed every soapy inch of her ineffable body and Jessy felt
all of the desire that she had been dreaming of for those ten years.
        "Well, I think it's pretty certain...that we love each other's
flesh..." she put it, sort of purringly, when out of the shower and
drying each other, especially those fancy places.
        "Wo...shu...I'm sure flattuhed," he remembered her
Southern drawl from back at school, as well as feeling humbly
flattered, as she dried his, um, groin, while she knelt in front of him
and then started doing something else. (We all realized later that it was
because they were in Washington that all this inhibition crept in.
Ah, the Capitol: the estuarial breeding grounds of paranoia.)
        "But," Kit kept on talking, as he became more disposed to
do on such occasions, "...love just doesn't cover how I feel about
your flesh...or body...or heart...or soul, Jess....You know what I
mean, bean?" he smiled as she stood back up and he began
drying her breasts.
        "Yep, I think I do, bean. I think I feel just the same," she
smiled back as she dried his chest.
        "O no way," and moved the towel in his hands to her
stomach, then his eyes from her luscious knockers up to her eyes
looking in his. "I'm the man, precious. And, in fact, the old one....
It feels...O...lots better to me, I'd bet'cha."
        "O...I think you oughtta get off that old man stuff before I
start believin' ya....Hay...Kit...I don't care a fuck...about your age
...OK?" drying his stomach, "you feel great to me....I love it..."
and took her towel around him to dry his butt and pulled his loins
into hers. "That OK with you?"
        "Aw God, Jess..." and moved his towel around to her what
- incredibly? - perfect derriere. "I never...ever...imagined..." their
movements arousing them again, "that you'd feel this way about
me...."
        She kissed him on his lips. She kissed him on his nipples.
She stuck her tongue in his belly button (he's a deep "inny", she
wanted you all to know), gave his tip a gentle suck and layed
down on the royal blue bathroom carpet and said, "imagine this..."
and began caressing herself. (I know. You want to be able to read
this to your kids and grandkids and it just gets harder, doesn't it?
And you want to get on with the story and you're skipping over a
lot of this already, or the kids are asking some questions and or
giggling. So, instead of sounding like a magazine that they put
covers on the covers, I will just say that they refired all of their
passion and conjugated there on the carpet, then layed there some
while after and caressed.)
        "OK, we're dry," she broke their silence, feeling his softness.
        "Yep...." he smiled, "'cept for a few spots, huh?" taking a
towel in hand and drying those.
        "Well, come on, Cody, let's get dressed and give the whole
WORLD our fire!"
        "You got it, your ecstasyness." So they dressed and she
slung Puter over her shoulder and he took his flightcase, to be
locked in the safe downstairs, and the case with the documents.
They took off in the Jeep to mail the packets as time went on
toward midnight. He drove them in the direction of the White
House as she put in another of her tapes and he asked how many
she had.
        "This is the last. Why, you sick of 'm?"
        "Yeah, they make me sick thinkin' how big a star you're
goinna be." She smiled at him and he continued, "...would you
put your gloves on and take the packs for the Execs out?" as he
looked for a mailbox near the Mansion.
        "Can't you say please?" she kidded.
        "Yeah, sure, I can say please...so, uh, maght you be evuh
so kind, mah sugah, please, to risk yoh preshius finguhs...on
the PACKS," he teased back. Then, stopping the Jeep at an
actual mailbox (I know, but this was in 1995. There were some
still left, weren't there?), he turned to her and added, "well...are
you ready to start this thing?"
        "Got to kiss first for good luck," she looked at him with,
surprisingly, a little concern.
        He smiled as he leaned over to her lips for a very precious
one. Then she kissed each envelope as Kit rolled her window
down and she dropped them into the box outside. The air was
cold, so her gloves weren't suspicious, if anyone was noticing.
Just one more plan detail that Kit and Pute had been through.
        "Dam!..." he said, looking like a big mistake.
        "What?!"
        "Fuck! I forgot to consult Pute first before the drop! I'm
not thinking...do you see anyone watching?"
        She looked around with him. "Nope...." she answered. He
put the Jeep in first and got them going and she added, "let's
consult him now."
        "God, is he going to be pissed."
        "He's just a computer, Cody," she chuckled as she got
Puter out and on.
        Well, "he" was pissed - especially about not being on the
cell phone right after landing and since - and really was, well,
hurt that they hadn't thought of him. He asked if the sex had
made them crazy and all, then settled down and concluded that
the mailing time had been astrologically good and other things.
Getting the Execs' packs out first, at least, was right, "Puey"
continued, plus it was pretty much where he would have
recommended and such. (He and Kit had actually worked on
it together in the plan.) And there was no surveillance.
        Jess filled him in on transpired events, then asked him
how did he know about their sex.
        "Duh" came back on screen, then he added he found no
problems in the update. Jess actually felt relieved and Kit was
shaking his head and downloading a wad of emotions. Putey
went on, though, and was impugning their "cavalierity" for
mailing "by whim", though luckily about as he would have
recommended after all the computations, being a computer
without an ego, after all.
        Kit agitated, "no EGO?!...tell him he's made his point and
we'll give 'm the cell after he tells us what to do with the rest of
the packs...the little...."
        "Do you want me to put in 'the little'? she cracked.
        "P" asked for some time to consider what to do with the
others, just digging for all it was worth, but suggested, "off the
top of my banks..." that they wait to mail them until early the
next eve - 15th of April. "Too late tonight could raise suspicion/
among other reasons/prime being giving the E a day's head start,"
he cybered.
        Kit was humbled. That had been their plan. "Fuck. I forgot.
He's right. You know, I used to think he was just me talking back
to me, besides a way to keep track of everything. But then I
learned to appreciate at least he could keep track of everything."
        "Yeah, he's pretty amazin'..." she said.
        He looked over at her, remembering that phrase from the
night the holographs first worked, "has he been tellin' you that?!"
        "No...hey?...but anyway, he said we mailed like he would
have come up with."
        "He was just being kind."
        "He was?"
        "Yep."
        "Uh...maybe you guys should talk," she kidded.
        "Hell, I never should have mailed without checking with him.
We don't have any room for mistakes....Movin' too fast here....
What the hell was I thinking? O, shit, get 'm on the cell, Jess...
please...he should've been on it as soon as we landed. Jeezuz, I'm
really screwing up."
        "Easy, easy there, bucko. You're tired, for one thing. And
distracted from screwing me, another. I should've been thinking of
that too," connecting ole Pute up, to Chippy's relief.
        "No....I mean yeah," he chuckled, grabbing for a piece of her.
"Nah, dang it, it's my stupid fault. Well, so, what do we do with
tonight and tomorrow?"
        "Well, no more sex," and looked for his reaction, which was
throwing his head back and smiling. "I've never seen Washington
before. How 'bout doin' that?"
        "You're kidding me."
        "Not," watching Pute work.
        "Unbelievable....Hey, gosh, I'm sorry. You hungry? I wasn't
thinking."
        "I could eat," she grinned, "...you," and caught his look again
- raised eyebrows, drooped eyelids and a deep-pleasured blow out
of his mouth.
        "Good God, majesty...you sure are screwed together good or
what..." and got a hold of her close hand, brought it to his mouth
and kissed her fingers and palm as he drove.
        "I think I might be, but maybe I'm more what, huh?" she
smiled as she posed the 'what to do' question to Pute with her free
hand to make him feel better, feeling like she had two men to
satisfy. "Heck, Kit, let's go hear some music. Just for kicks."
        "Hey. There's a plan. Sure you're not hungry, though?...for
real...."
        "We can eat later," flipping her full, perfect, deep golden
eyebrows up and down a couple times like Magnum P.I. when Kit
turned his head to look at her again. He laughed and she checked
out Pute's suggestions for time usage, getting a chuckle out of his,
'...OK Jess/everything was fine/just tween you n me/right cygirl?
...' among the rest.
        "Well, music it is," Kit answered and drove them around,
looking for a rock club, and they found one in a while that looked
right and he parked in the lot. She leaned over and kissed him and
they rubbed into each other until he said, "maybe we, uh, better go
in and catch the music...unless you're hungry..." meaning either
meaning.
        "You know I am, darlin', but, yeah, since we're here, let's go
face the music first," she smiled. They stowed Puter under her
seat, the case of packets under his, locked the Jeep up and Kit
took a tiny portable alarm out of his jacket, checked the receiver
and attached it by its magnet to the bottom of his door.
        "Pret-ty cool work there, Code."
        "Well, thank ye there," and proudly took her in his arm and
started walking them toward the club door.
        "Did you set that at the Hyatt? I didn't notice."
        "Nope."
        "How come?"
        "Forgot," and gave her a one-eye-closed look.
        "And I thought you needed sleep," she smiled.
        "Never," he smiled back.
        "Well that's good. 'Cuz you won't be gettin' any," she
gleamed back, patting his butt. He opened the door for her and
there was instantaneous notice of Jessy, and Kit prepared himself
for the worst. He paid the cover, they made their way to the bar
and got a couple bottles of Tree Frog, then a table off to the side,
all the guys in there gawking her way and bandmembers giving
their "hoo's" and "yeah's" amid their lyrics.
        Our guys listened to and watched the band, sitting with their
arms around each other, yelling in each other's ears to be heard.
She wanted to dance, but he couldn't leave his jacket, draped
over the chairback, and she had no problem with that. They
fended off all the invitations for her to dance and she glanced
away from all the stares of lust, or smiled at the smart ones and
showed Kit their origins; and they finished their beers after toasts
to their hours together and each other and the band finished up
their performance on amazingly strong stuff as they caught
Jessy's smiles and whoops.
 

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