"Aw heck, Kit, what a pretty thing to say....It'll be our
good luck nuggy. Our love's as good as Gold, darlin'."
        "Is, was and always will be, precious. You know...I'm
starting to believe we could do this...do enough...along with all
the others I'm hoping will help...I really think we have a
chance!"
        "Well, we'll sure give it all we've got! The gods and
goddesses are smiling on us, Cody Quixote."
        "It's just amazin', i'n'it?" and glanced quickly to see her face,
then turned back to the traffic.
        "Sure's that....I wonder how this stuff happens."
        "From star stuff like you, majesty."
        "I'm not that great, now, sweetheart....aw, I got a body,"
almost sounding like a young Bo Derrick, "...and I got a face,"
sounding like a mixture of Marilyn Monroe, Elle McPherson,
Kim Alexis, Claudia Shiffer and the others. "But it'll wear off."
        "HO! Yeah, it's wearin' off on me right now! But, hay,
don't forget you also got brains and...humility and...a great soul.
You had it back when you were ten and...have it even more now.
And you can go di-rect to Nashville or Hollywood - heck, both -
passin' the others right by 'go', but you're willing to risk your freedom
...and maybe your life!...Jess..." and turned to her with a very
wary and weary look, "...for nothing...except a wild cause for
peace....You're one heck of a great woman, Jessy. And you
...had so much love ten years ago and...what you gave of it to me
drove me for those years...and you have even more now....You
could make the whole difference in this thing...."
        "Woo..." she looked overwhelmed at him. "...You don't
think you built the pedastal a lit-tle too high, do you, Quixote?"
        He looked at her, smiled, and answered, "nope...." They
looked in each other's eyes and it was getting misty.
        "But...then you've got to get up here with me."
        He thought. And drove. Then he looked in her seriously
godsome eyes and answered, "nuh-uh." Bailed out bigtime, yes he
did.
        She poked him harder several times in the ribs, saying,
"ooooo, you hound...you're just playin' with me."
        "No no no no... no I'm not, precious. I'm sorry. You're right...and
I want to get...as close as I can up there to you," and took her hand and
kissed it.
        "Aw, Kit...do you have a...woman...out West? Aw...I probably
shouldn't have asked that...I'm sorry."
        "Hay. You ask anything you want, highness...and nope, I
have no woman. I had some women...I won't lie to you...or keep
anything from you....But you were always in the center of my
heart...and no one but you...no one could change that."
        She lifted his hand and kissed it. "I've been with some men
- well, boys - too, mostly the one I just broke up with. He cheated
on me. Can you believe that?"
        "Uh, no I cannot, darlin'. I sure cannot. And I wouldn't think
you'd be dating an idiot, either."
        "I know! I left him in one Kentucky second, I did."
        "Good for you, precious....And good for me."
        "Yeah! I never forgot that Mom cheated on you, even though
you guys weren't married. But I know you were talkin' about it. I
felt so sorry for you. I wanted to give you love you could count on.
But I bet you cheated, huh?"
        "Not on Ginny. Well, not until she did... But, yeah, I deserved it
back."
        "Well....I know you'd never cheat on me..." and looked his
way, already at the point of mimicking some of his facial
expressions, that particular one being, 'would you?'
        He looked back with his face in a twang and mouth wide open
and said: "Jeezuz, Jessy...I DO sure wish I were a bunch of years
younger...."
        "Aw now," she came back, "no discouraging words, remember?
And what the heck does age matter? It's spirit, Kit! It's souls. And
ours are back together! And maybe meant to change this brutal
world! But you didn't answer...."
        "What?" he answered with a good look, knowing full well what.
        "If you'd cheat on me."
        "Let's see...would I die the worst imaginable death first...let me
think here...God, you're incredible...what a question!" and shook his
head, smiling.
        "Don't say things like that! You think I want dreams of you
dying?!..." and had a serious look.
        "Aw, God, I'm sorry, Jess...Jeeze...you really are precious....
But, believe me, I'd never cheat on you....But that assumes...."
        "Yes..?" she smiled.
        "O...nothing," and left the question on his face.
        "Sooo.......what else can I get on your computer...or is that all
he knows how to do...unless you want to talk about assuming..."
giving him a look of pure, just pure, tantilization.
        "Uhhh...nahh...good call, maj...we can switch the innerware,"
grabbing another disk out of the case and inserting it into Pute saying,
"press this and this...and this...." And Pute himself came on screen
up in the top right corner, did his funny wave, giving Jess a giggle,
and then scrolled the FAA and other government  computers' contents
concerning the flights or cell use.
        Well, Puter had good news. Nothing other than normal flight
following when they had had the transponder on. Kit had asked Jess
to read it all for him and he "goody'd" the news.
        "Goody?" she laughed.
        "Yeah it's goody," he smiled at her, then asked her to hit the
keys to get back to Pute and she got another laugh from his wave,
then more from his return lines about things, including asking if Kit
had found Jess, and she passed it all on to Kit.
        "Type in U slash R," he told her.
        "What's that about? O.J.?" as she did.
        "Good joke....But, it's update to real time," and had a delayed
"yeah," under his breath, impressed with her breadth of knowledge
and wisdom, "now say 'hello' from you..."
        She typed in, "hay, PUte, this is Jess{" and Puter went wildly
through one bunch of exclamations, cracking her up a lot, and
finished by asking what the heck was she doing with the 'flying fox'.
        "D'you have a midget in here?!" she chortled.
        "Pretty scary, no?...Fill 'm in on what we're doin' and our plan
...and ask 'm what the new odds are...that'll keep 'm busy," he
smiled.
        She gave it a try and got Pute's suggestions and comments back
and remarked, "this is so cool...I didn't realize software like this was
on the market..." (again, people, this was 1995...remember it?).
        "It's not."
        "How'd you get it?!"
        "Made it...with some help from a wizard...."
        "Well, shute! I AM impressed! Awesome stuff!...But he still
hasn't given me the new odds."
        "I caught that, precious. He's just stallin'..." And they talked
more and worked with Pute the rest of the way to the airport.
        "You hungry...?" he asked her when he pulled them into the
parking lot at Lunken.
        "I could eat..." she smiled as they locked the Jeep after he
grabbed Pute, back in his case, and walked into the terminal, Jessy's
hand and breast back on Kit's arm, though he was frustrated from still
having his jacket on and not being able to feel it.
        She gave him a quick history of the making of those tile murals
on the walls (I know,they're not there), her knowledge and wisdom
not surprising to him any more as they walked to the FBO desk so he
could ask that same young beautiful girl there for the bill for Juliet -
some over a hundred - and paid it along with one darn good tip, and
got the guy's name who had fueled her.
        He took Jess back in arm, his hand on her right incredibly slender
waist under her jacket, and directed her to the Sky Galley. The FBO boys
could not take their eyes off of her. She was in fairly tight jeans, after
all, and peach knit top with nothing underneath - O God - brown
leather flight jacket, kind of like Kit's, green ballcap, round-toed brown
cowgirl boots, a little less worn than his; and her five-foot-seven
knockout body, with her long Golden hair curling around her angel
face had a sooth and sashay of pure indescribability. But she was
used to stares, drools, gapes, general mayhem and high attention.
        They walked into the lounge, took a table by the window and
Kit proceeded to call Josh, who was just about leaving the office, and
told him that he would be in the Sky Galley with a...woman..."
        "A woman, huh?" Jess teased Kit after he hung up.
        "Uhhh...not good, huh?"
        "You think about that, cowboy...." she wheedled, "...and meanwhile,
let's get some champagne."
        "We can't drink and fly, Jess."
        "Just one glass? We've got to toast our reunion."
        "Well, yeah, we do, don't we? Yeah, we'll be all right on one glass
and food by the time we fly. You want to split a club sandwich or
something?"
        "What's or something?" She was beginning to get the feel of his
sense of humor and was loving the tautness of it as she took off her
jacket (to the discreet stares from the bar, kitchen and lobby) and Kit could
not help himself from looking at her no-words-for breasts, again, and she
caught him. Again. "You like something?..."
        "Ho...Lord..." and rolled his eyes with a big grin of teeth, "we better
stick to a club sandwich."

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