"AOK  J," the screen began, then showed: "mailing/execs
on board/nothing from most countries/Navajos agree/June 10
concert/holograms/signings/court cases/majority reached/
demonstrations/strikes/government resistance and pursuit/Chief?
...need breakthrough..."
        It was stuff she had mostly seen when Kit had shown it to
her back at school, but then one detail stuck out and she typed
back, "why June 10 for the concert?"
        "Your birthday," came the answer.
        "Jeze...I'll be...he remembered!" she said aloud and kissed
Kit on his lips, but it didn't wake him. She typed in, "we need a
breakthrough?"
        "It'll take one/yes, J."
        "Thanks, P. Talk with ya later, K?"
        "K? K is Kit. You mean OK?"
        "Yes P. Later, pal."
        Pute returned, "luego J" and returned to his crunching.
        She started kissing and touching Kit and that woke him.
He started moving his hands all over her and making sounds of
pure pleasure. The desire rose. And the passion. The blood
pressure and the body heat. And they were right at it again while
they told each other the dream they each had remembered from
their short sleep, and were startled to learn that they both had
dreampt that they had been lovers a long way back in time,
but neither of them could place the years or era, even, and it
was like it had been several times in the past!
        "God...Kit..." she whispered to him.
        "I know..." he whispered back.
        And their love rose until they came to each other in an
unbelievable rapture of movement and sound, both consumed
by the other, both releasing their souls into a new one they still
share to this day.
        After many more moments of coming down together,
though she was still feeling quivers of the pleasure, she
mentioned the fast forward on Pute and the need for a
breakthrough and then the concert. "On my birthday!....You
are too sweet, Quixote..." she purred, and gave him some extra
special kisses in his, um, extremely sensitive spot, which gave
him some final quivers.
        "Well, now you know," he said in much pleasure.
        "What?" she wondered, still kissing.
        "I'm crazy about you."
        "You're just crazy," she piqued, then, before he
formulated any response, added, "well, Mister Cody..." as she
kissed up his stomach and chest, "...I'm getting crazy about
you too, I think."
        "Shute..." he breathed out, "we can't both be crazy...
least not at the same time..." and her lips reached his. After
some kisses, his mind was gradually starting to get back to biz
and he asked, "O...did he have anything on the surveil?"
        "He didn't say...I guess he would've if he had, huh?" and
she rested her head next to his and nibbled on his ear as she
laid on top of him.
        "Yep...maybe he does now..." and reached over for Pute
and put him on Jessy's back and punched some keys and got P's
explanation that he had had to work on building the cover too.
Kit was a little surprised, but understood. Extra cover at that
point had also been within their plan parameters. "D' ya want
some breakfast, matey?" he proposed.
        "In bed," she murmured in his ear.
        "Mmm...d' you figure I'm spoiling you...or were you
already like this," he kidded as he put Pute back on the chair.
        She raised her head up and looked in his eyes and,
feigning anger, said, "O, that's it, Cody! This honeymon just
ended, buster," squinting an eye at him.
        "Mercy. Mercy, your royal hineyness. Breakfast in bed.
You win," he smiled and blew a little snicker out, though once
more enthralled by her beauty, O so close.
        "Not so fuckin' tough, are ya? Well, now you will pay for
your insolence," she came back, doing her best shot at Darth
Vader, including the breathing.
        He was cracking up inside and trying to hold it in but,
before he knew it, she was pulling him up out of bed and
pushing him across the room to the bathroom and sitting him
down on the throne and sitting herself down on his legs,
facing him.
        "This isn't breakfast in bed," he smiled, "I hope..."
        "I want us to do things together. Know what I mean,
bean?" she smiled back.
        (Now, if all this seems irrelevant to the story here, well,
Jess and Kit just wanted you to know that they are sorry, but
wanted to get the point across of how much their love drove
this whole train, plus wanted you to enjoy it all. And they
decided, again, in the interests of tasteful literature, to let your
imaginations go on and imagine this sexual escapade, as well
as the one that followed in the shower. Though they have
mentioned possibly releasing the unedited story...woo! What
a picture. Talk about a honeymoon!)
        Well, back out to the room, Kit called to rent another car,
using a credit card with one of his cover corporate names. He
figured they would just tell the other rental place later to pick
up the Jeep at the hotel when they were long gone. Money was
not the object. Jess took a raincheck on the breakfast in bed
and they got dressed and took everything with them downstairs,
left it all but Pute in the care of the people at the desk and went
into the dining room for breakfast. They kept the conversation
niecely and uncly, making up small talk of their day's plans to
tour their nation's capitol, picked everything back up at the
desk as they checked out, getting the keys to the rental Taurus,
found the deep green Ford in the garage and headed to the
White House in the rain, Jessy surfing with Puter on the way.
        They stopped to buy an umbrella, then found a parking
spot near the Mansion, the former occupant pulling out as they
drove up. Kit stashed the gun in the flight case and put that
under his seat, changed software in Pute, whom they were
taking along, explaining, "this is programming to super-sensitize
the mike so he can pick up whispers at 50 feet, dial tones and
such. If they catch us, it's probably prison, Jess. If you say no,
it'll be all right with me."
        She gulped. She thought. And she said cautiously, "wo...
well, if you guys think we'll be OK...." Kit nodded and Pute
had "ready 007 program" on his screen. She let out a big breath
and shook her head with a little snicker when she saw that and
said, "fuck...count me in, Bond Brothers...."
        Kit judged the confidence in her face and she was right
there. "You're incredible, Jess. Just incredible. Have I told you
that?"
        "You want me to carry Pute, don't you?" and gave Kit a
wry look.
        "It'll work better on you than me, right? You're a student.
But, uh...I guess a little more to the point...a very beautiful
young female one," and he gave her a little smile.
        "O. Do tell," giving him another face, "and, um, would
that give me less time in prison?"
        "Probably," giving her a real "roger" kind of smile. "We
don't have to do it, precious...."
        "We're going to end war...right?"
        "We're going to end war...if enough people are going to be
with us...."
        "Well...you can't say I don't have balls..." and she picked
up Pute and put him in his case with Kit's help.
        "Wo!....You got balls, highness...." They kissed strongly,
closed up the car and walked closely through the rain, Kit
holding the umbrella, to the gate shack.
        The guards were friendly enough as they checked
everything, Jessy engaging them in pleasantries, and our heroine
and hero were cleared on through.
        "Whew," she let out silently as they walked up the walk to
the entrance, definitely feeling the rush.
        "Piece a cake, huh?" he grinned quietly over to her. "Ever
been here before?" he added more loudly, though more as an
adrenalin check than anything else.
        "I've never been to Washington. Hel-lo..." smiling with all
her excitement, her adrenalin seriously raiding her cortisone.
        "O yeah. God, am I anal or what, maj?" making her
understand that he was just asking her if she was still OK with
their plan, which she was able to tell by his look.
        "Or what, I hope...unc," meaning 'yup, she was'.
        "Yup. Me too."
        They went on inside, waited for the tour, then straggled
behind and slowly ambled through the rooms, studying the art
and all. Jess could tell him the artists and more on most of the
work, so he was in perplexed awe of her until she told him that
she had studied the White House art and artifacts in a class the
year before. So, then he was just impressed. Like, way.
        They went through the Red Room, ow, all the blood; the
Dining Room, where she asked, "you hungry?"; the East Room,
"maybe I'll entertain here some night," she said; and the Green
Room, duh, show her the money. They wished they could talk
more freely and hold each other, at least hands, but, then, they
happened to see "Uncle" Bill, "Aunt" Hill and "Cousin" Chel
through a doorway to the room, walking through an adjacent
corridor, and the President catching a glimpse of Jessy. Well,
Jess waved and ole Mister President waved on back.
        "Wow, Uncle Kit!" she let out, "the President just waved
back at me!"
        "Well now," he subdued a chuckle, "'magin' that, princess.
Isn't that one heck of a surprise," and laughed inside.
        The First Family of the Land then walked on out of sight
and Jess returned to the art lessons, but Kit was hoping that she
had hooked the big Enchilada. And soon they heard commotion
outside the room, then saw the President and Family greeting
tour guests in another doorway, then the others in the Green
Room, and listened to the conversations about how the visitors'
lives were, it being April 15th and such. And, sure enough, in
moments more, there were the Big Three walking over to them.
 
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