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        "...Sundance home/no detected surveil here, search complete 6a
local..." Puter wizzed away. "...Letter to Navajos?/go to reservation?/
mail all packs tonight from foggy bottom and Georgetown/Jess how
long?/you back to work thursday?/exec mailing OK, just 'tudin' with
ya/new odds with Chief and Jess: 1 in 144,ooo if she helps from Ky,
1 in 25,ooo if she stays with you/come on killer, fill me in/Prez in WH
/try the tour around 10-ish/rainy day: WH, Capitol, museums/mail
after dark/Sundance contact possible by eve/did mail overnight rate,
RIGHT?!/Chief help withNavajos?/tell them it was your vision quest
thing?/ask Chief?/leave DC after mail?/que es itinerary?/send Xecs to
Navajos?/J, WOO!/J with K. lucky man, lucky man/expect big mart
move up today/your prof should be in tens/ALERT! ALERT!
ALERT! SURVEIL ON JULIET! UNKNOWN SOURCE!
CHECKING! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! WAKE UP YOU DRUG
STORES!..." Pute's alert beep was going off every three seconds
with the alert message flashing on screen, trying to wake them up.
        Our lovers, though, were out cold. And Puter knew he was
lucky Cody had even remembered to put him on the cellphone
(though it had been Jess). She and Kit were wrapped in each other's
arms and legs, the sheets, blankets, pillows and clothes all over the
bed and floor as the rain pinked on the windows. The sun was just
thinking about waking people up there in D.C. The magenta and rose
sky of dawn was happening above the overcast, the dim light below
just barely filtering through the crack in the curtains.
        Jess stirred a little, though, which brought Kit close enough to
consciousness that he heard the quiet beeps and turned his head and
somehow got one eyelid up enough to read the screen. "Fuck!..." he
reacted with a deep grunt and leaned over and keyed Pute, in his
chair, with F15, their code for "alert seen/proceed."
        "What, darlin'!?" Jess mumbled into his arm and rubbed her
body on his a little and sleepily moaned in pleasure.
        "Nothin', honey. Go back to sleep," he said lovingly and kissed
her head as she nuzzled it against his curly brown and gray-haired
muscled chest as he tried to think.
        "Noooo...you said fuck," came garbled out of her dry mouth
and foggy brain. His were doing no better. Worse, in fact.
        "Aww...Pute's found someone surveiling Juliet, but it's probably
nothing. He's checking it out. Go on back to sleep, princess." He
didn't know what hurt more - his head or body parts - remembering
Sundance's line that some parts just wake up slower than others.
        "Shouldn't we get out of here?" she asked groggily.
        He tapped some more keys, "I'm asking now....But I think we
should stay put until we know what we're dealin' with....Yep, that's
what he recommends."
        "I guess so-o. You programmed 'm," her razzabilities apparently
suffering none as she snuggled into him some more.
        "Yeah...but he's not drunk....Are you this full of sass every
morning?"
        "Ooooo...only when I wake up gettin' told I'm going to get taken
away...some first morning this is," she kept up.
        "Aw, this is Washington, highness. They surveil the trees here."
Well, she got a hand to his, uh, groin and he came back, "mmmmmm
...r' you hungry?" and dove his lips into hers.
        "Yeah, why don't you stuff me 'n eat me first, though," she
toyed, then added, "so...what do we do today...not to change the
subject....When do we have to get up?" They were munching on each
other's lips as his organ hardened in her hand. "Oh..." she said, "you're
already getting up, huh?"
        "Cute, miss magic fingers. Very cute....Well, the day is ours, I
reckon. Tonight we mail and split...if we can get out OK," and started
moving his kisses down her neck.
        "To where?" as she fondled him more.
        "I don't know. Wanta come?" and got his mouth on a breast.
        "Mmmm...yeeaahh I wanta," and started moving ole Woody
around young Gina.
        "God, you are a sexy girl," he said, totally immersed in her
erubescent mounds.
        "Well...do you remember that other mystery I was going to tell
you about later?"
        "Uh oh."
        "Yeah. It's later. But you'll like this news too."
        "Well, then, shoot."
        "I'm part nymph...." she whispered. He tilted his startled face
up from her chest to look in her eyes. "Practically a nymph..." she
continued, "...just not the maniac part."
        "Woooooo..." he moaned softly with a long frogged breath.
        "Yeah..." she smiled. "I love sex. I need sex. I crave sex. But...
it's another reason Evan left. I hope it isn't for you," as she pulled one
of his hands to her most erogenous zone.
        "Hole...eeeeee....ffaa..." he said quietly.
        "Exactly."
        "You think it's a reason crazy Ev found himself someone else
....And you're hoping I don't quit on you?! Jess-see B.Christ...let me
believe this here...I guess I was figurin' any quittin' was goin' to be the
other way around...mi amor...God!"
        She pulled his head up to hers and gave him her hottest to then
amatorious osculations as she started getting his glan inside of her
cockpit and told him, "aw, sweetheart...I'll never quit on you...." And
they started flying fast to passion, side by side, and didn't take long at
all to reach their blissfull ecstasy.
        Minutes later, she said softly as they relaxed and kissed and
touched, "feels like a honeymoon."
        "Awww Jesssee...honey sugar maple syrup chocolate syrup whip
cream strawberry melon moon..." he breathed out, "...I've never ever
in my greatest dreams felt this loved...or good..." kissing her all over
her face. "God, Jessy...."
        "Me neither, darlin'. It sure has the makin's."
        "You neither?!...makin's?...for?..."
        "Ohhh...somethin' that won't quit."
        "Aw, honey...you can't be serious...."
        "As the star, cowboy. Time'll tell us."
        "Ohhh, Jess..." was all his brain culled, and she kissed him
again.
        "Can I call Flece? O...what am I thinkin'. I can use my cell....
Jeze, I wonder what Pute has on that surveillance," she said, rolling
over and getting her cellphone and a piece of paper out of her bag.
        "Yeah, me too. You mean Felecia?"
        "Yep. She'll be hurt if I don't call. And she'll keep any secret I
ask her to."
        "OK, maj....I gotta go pee...but don't say too much. This is
Washington now."
        "You need any help?" she smiled.
        "Uh, no...but thanks," he snickered as they both had their
foggy recollections from a few hours back. He kissed her forehead
and slowly wriggled out of bed, seeing Pute had no news as she
dialed Flece's cell after the Key West prefix she read off the piece
of paper.
        Felecia picked up the phone and her hello sounded just as
groggy as Jess's, "Flee! Hey, cowgirl! Did I wake you up?"
        "God, Jess! You sound like a frog...what the heck are you
doin', cowgirl!?"
        "We're wakin' up in the Hyatt in Washington on a couple...
hours sleep!...yeah, probably less..." she giggled. "Yeah...he taught
me how to fly his plane!...And took care of two hombres at a bar
here last night! You should've seen it!....Yeah-uh! Kneed the first
guy, then pulled his gun on both the jerkwads..." and she imitated
Kit giving his Dirty Harry line. "...I'm fine....O, Flee, you've got to
keep everything secret...he's in the B room....YEAH we did it, girl!
...plenty!...fer sher, cowlady. Off to the rodeo. Woo hoo!..." and
laughed. "Yep, it's real, Flee....I think so, girlfriend....I know....
We'll be flyin' out tonight, if we can....O, I'll have to tell you later.
What's up with you, girl?"
        She listened to Flece's account of her day and night - flying
to Key West, partying all night and sleeping on the party boat, a
50-something-foot catamaran anchored out in the channel, and
such. Kit came back to bed, scooted in next to her and she put the
phone to his ear and told him, "say hi."
        "Awmigosh, hey! Felecia!"
        "Kit Cody, you old fox! You must be doin' might-ee fine, I
must say."
        Fine infinity! You know I am!" looking in Jess's smiling face.
"How you doin'?"
        She told him a little, then asked him some questions, like how
the hell did he ever get Jess and all. Then Jess took the phone from
him, kidding that she was jealous. She was touching Kit with her
free hand as she asked Flece if she wanted to get "orged" with them
and Flee did, so they did, our two there in Washington and Felecia
there floating in the Key West channel up on deck in a hammock.
        Kit was blown away, to say the least (which I will). After,
Jess told her that she and Kit were doing something really big, but
couldn't tell her any more just then and Kit was motioning for her
not to say anything like that over the phone and Jess asked her
again to keep it all secret as she mouthed her 'sorry' to Kit.
        "No, we're not eloping....I don't think so, anyway...welll..."
realizing that Flee had just given them an "out", in case they were
being bugged, and looked at Kit giving her a 'play that up' look
back. "Don't worry, we'll want you there," Jess snickered, "I'll
have to tell you later...don't worry...call you tonight...yep, it was
real good, huh?....Well, Kit wants to say goodby," and handed
the phone to him.
        "Adios, Flece. Watch those pirates down there. Uh, great to
be in touch...." Jess took the phone back again and the girls
adiosed and that was that.
        "Well, that was some call," Kit said, kissing and massaging
her back and butt cheeks as she layed on her front to put the
phone back on the floor.
        "God, I'm sorry, darlin'..." she came back.
        "O, heck, you covered it just fine, precious. Probably wasn't
needed anyway. We just have to be careful. But that sure was some
nice sex."
        "Like that? You're luckier than you knew, hm?"
        "Haw, girl..." kissing her shoulder and arm as he massaged.
        "You saw, you came back and you conquered, huh, honey."
        "Aw, I don't think I conquered anything..." and checked her
face for her look.
        "O no?" she smiled. "I guess that'll be coming, then....So,
whattaya think, can we get a little more sleep? It's still early, and
I'm a dragon, darlin'."
        "Sounds good to me." He checked Pute and there was still no
word on the surveil and clearance to stay put, so he tasked Master
P to keep working his little chips to his cyberbone and they went
back to sleep.
        Then, besides the surveillance, their little buddy was getting
another new problem: beginnings of feedback from all his work of
late - something big was emanating from some new source (the
Pute), though no computers were pinning it down then. Of course,
with the ends of the 20th Century, a millenium and Pisces, there
wasn't too much surprise that there could be something big out
there. But there was that one source. So Puterman worked on
building more cover too. While they slept.
        Jess rewoke before Kit and took a look at the screen and was
amazed at Byte Boy's razzle dazzle. She leaned over the ole man
and typed on the keyboard, "P, this is J," and all the screen ruckus
stopped and his little figure came on in the top corner, and waved,
and he "heyed" J back.
        She giggled, then typed in, "can u fast forward on wpo-g and
tell me what u see?"
 

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