"Hel-lo, how are you," the President said, reaching for
Jessy's hand, looking with the greatest of pleasure upon her
face.
        "Good morning...Mister President," Jess answered, just
a little stunned she got it out all right and that the President of
the United States was holding her hand. "I'm just fine, sir,
thank you. How are you?" her confidence seeming to gain
with each word.
        The Leader of the Free World said, "well, OK so far, for
April 15th," begging a laugh, which everyone gave him, though
he was concentrated on Jess's.
        Kit said, "this is my Niece Jessica, Mister President,"
giving Sli...uh, Willy Jefferson opportunity to look some more
at Jessy in her peach knit top, tight jeans, boots, leather jacket
and ballcap finery.
        "My Lord, what a beautiful girl you are, Jessica...it's a
pleasure to meet you," still holding her hand as he looked at
her, then at Kit, then back at Jess, then saying he was a little
puzzled at the lack of any resemblance.
        "Yes sir," Kit took it, "luckily, she didn't get any genes
from my side of the family."
        The Prez laughed and reluctantly let go of her to shake
Kit's hand.
        "This is my Uncle Kit, sir," Jess smiled.
        The men shook and greeted, then the Commander in
Chief asked, "are you here on vacation, Jessica?"
        "Uh, yes sir. And this sure is the tip of the top of it."
        Mister Bill laughed, the way he does so affably, and
thanked her, then introduced Hillary and Chelsea, Hillary
saying, "how lovely you are, Jessica."
        "Oh, gosh, thank you," our girl came back, "but, please,
just call me Jess, Miz First Lady."
        "Are you a model, or in the movies, Jess?" Chel asked,
extending her hand.
        Jess looked smackly in one of her heroines' face and
answered, "wow, no, Chel...but thanks for the compliment...
um, hello, what an honor to meet you..." and both girls
laughed in the truth of it all.
        "Well," the President continued, "how are things with
you, Jess and...Kit, on this fine day of tax?" giving a smile
with kind of a look of 'it's really not my fault, you know'.
        "Well, sir..." and Jess looked at Kit, who encouraged
her with a look to proceed right ahead, "I'm just about to
graduate from college...and have no experience at all, sir, but
...I just think we should do away with militaries on our planet,
except one controlled by all the people, as long as that would
be needed, and use the - what is it? - almost trillion dollars a
year the world spends on it on much better things, like
starting with making sure everyone's fed and has clean
water."
        "Well, my...Lord," the Prez almost stammered, "that's
some impressive thought...Jess. You know, we really have
the same feelings..." he fell back a little on politicking, "and
it's absolutely the thing we're all working for here...and so
agonizing to have it so far from our grasp."
        "Sir, I can't really imagine all you have to bear...sir,"
she flew with it, checking again with Kit, who smiled, winked
and nodded, "but I'm sure there must be some way...Mister
President...sir."
        "What a spirit you have, Jess," Hillary said, "you could
probably do some good in this town."
        "Gosh, thank you...Miz Fir..."
        "Just call me Hillary...please," the First Lady smiled.
        "God...I don't think I can...you've been such an
inspiration for us...I mean, all of us women."
        "O, that's very kind, Jess. But there's a good share out
there not too inspired," and Hillary evoked a little mirth from
those around.
        "Well, they should be. With you too, Chelsea," Jess let
out of her big heart. "I think you guys are doing great!"
        "Thanks, Jessy," Chel answered.
        "Well, Kit," the Prez said, you're a man," and chuckled,
"what do you think this 15th?"
        "Aw, sir, I just agree whole-heartedly with my favorite
niece here...about ending war and military for good...for our
children, you know. It's just such a terrible waste and neglect.
Civilization should be doing better by now...but, on a lighter
note, I did run into some old vets at the airport at Harrison,
Arkansas named Wiley and Orville...and they said they knew
you." The Prez nodded with a smile and Kit was surprised,
but then not, and continued. "Well, sir, they asked me to tell
you that you're doing pretty well...for a rockhead...uh, their
words, sir," and smiled.
        "Hohohomigosh. I know just who you mean. They're
sure some characters, I'm telling you," almost cachinnating.
"We go back a good way...." Hillary was laughing too, and
nodding. The President continued, "well, you tell them this
rockhead's going to try and raise their appreciation and their
contributions," and had a genuine chortle left to give.
        "I'll surely do that, sir, but...and I probably shouldn't be
wasting your time telling you this and, begging your pardon,
ladies...but they also mentioned they wished you could turn off
the infra-red scan so they can...flatulate...again."
        The Prez bellowed out a laugh, then, still chuckling, said,
"well, you can tell 'm we can't quite pick that up. Not yet,
anyway..." and someone in a Navy blue suit behind him
whispered in his ear and the President added, "well...I'm sorry,
but I'm told I'm behind schedule...as usual," he smiled, "...it's
been a wonderful pleasure to meet you, Jessica. I hope we'll
see you again. You're certainly welcome back any time."
        "Thank you, Mister President...God speed, sir," she
answered.
        He smiled deeply appreciatively at her, then turned to Kit
and said, "you take care of her, now, Kit. Good to meet you
both," and they shook again.
        "Thank you, sir, I'll do that." Jess gave another nice
comment to Hill and Chel and they all made their goodbys.
        But Bill added, "you come back now, hear?" toward Jessy
and she nodded with a smile and the First Ones moved on,
quickly greeting others as they were rushed away.
        Jess turned to Kit and said, "wow!"
        "Verily something, wouldn't you say, princess?" he
smiled back at her, looking in her beaming face, "great going!"
        "Is flatulate what I think it is?" she said quietly,
containing her laughter.
        "Was I anal?" he asked her softly.
        She let out her laugh, then checked herself as people
looked, the men pretty much all looking at her anyway, and said,
again being quiet, "they really asked you to tell him that!?"
        "Naw..." he answered and smiled. "So...where would you
like to go next?"
        She blew laughs out her nose as she dropped and shook
her head, then looked up into his face and said, "heck, I don't
know, unc. Congress? The Supreme Court? Museums?"
        "Sounds like a plan," he smiled back. They began
walking toward the main entrance, getting as close as they
could to the entrance to the offices until a Marine guard
directed them back to the tour and, before they got to the exit,
a young woman came up to them. She asked Jess if she was
Jessica. Jess bewilderedly answered yes and the girl handed
her an envelope.
        "This is from the President," the girl said. "He asked me
to tell you that he and the First Lady would appreciate your
and your uncle's presence at their dinner and reception
tonight."
        "Oh my gosh! You're kidding?!" Jess gushed, taking the
envelope.
        "No, miss, they're not," the slightly chubby, dark-haired
intern looked seemingly a little jealously at Jess.
       "Wow! Thank you very much!" Jess answered, and the
young lady turned and left and our guys went on out the door
of the Mansion. The rain had stopped, they noticed right away.
"That's a good sign, huh, Uncle Kit?"
        "The rain's stopped?"
        "No....The invitation, silly...."
        "I'm not getting these signs right at all, am I, princess?"
he laughed and put an arm around her waist as they restrained
their celebration that they had gotten away with their ruse with
Pute!
        They walked out the driveway, stopping some to look
around at the grounds bursting with the first signs of Spring,
Jess saying, "this sure's a beautiful place, A?", meaning 'we
DID it!', as she opened up the envelope and pulled out the
Gold-embossed invitation, letting out a "God!..."
        "Pretty beautiful, uh? Still some to go to catch up to
Kentucky, though, huh?", meaning they still hadn't made it all
the way out, besides thinking of the surveil on Juliet. In fact,
they were just steps from the guard shack. But they went
through just fine, with Jess's best looks and voice saying hello
again to the smiling Marines.
        A little beyond earshot range of the guards she let out,
"wow, Kit, that was so cool!" and looked at the invitation some
more.
        "Yep. You were stellar."
        "And we're invited to dinner! Woo! Do you believe it?!"
        "Actually, I don't quite get that. But then, here's lookin'
at you, kid."
        "Oh, beauty isn't everything," giving him a little kiss.
        "Your's is," smiling at her. "But yeah, money's first, huh?
Maybe they think I've got some. But you've got the attention of
the most powerful man in the world, my dream...and he wants
to see you again," as they crossed the street to Lafayette Park.
        "And my uncle."
        "O, please," he grumped.
        "Aw, him's not happy," poking him in the ribs. And he
gave another little grumble. "Him's jealous!" poking him again.
        "Aw...it's just realizin' there's no way in hell we're going
to win on this thing...then maybe running into a guy the same
age who's the President...or maybe it's just being old enough to
be your dam uncle...."
        "Wo wo wo wo...wo there, bucko," and she slowed their
walk. "Are you serious? You're down?! We're feeling sorry for
ourselves, are we? Hey there, cowpoker..." smiling at him after
looking around, "who slept with me last night? Was that, uh,
Mister President? Noooo. Let's see. Was it...Satan?" giving a
fine "Church Lady" imitation.
        Well, sure he laughed. And then said, "mmm...good point,
my lovely niece..." looking around to see if there were any ears
within shot, then giving her a check look, then a smile. "But,
really...didn't you get the feeling there's no chance for the idea?
No one-in-whatever chance?"
        "Heck, Kit...we just got it planted in his mind and we're
invited to his court. Sounds a little kinda favorable to me. Hey,
what the hell, are you bailin' out here?!"
        "Aw, precious, I guess that's why I adore you. Sorry I lost
it there for a second...."
        "No harm done. And you didn't lose it in there with the big
First Guy. Heck, if you would've stayed in politics, who knows?,
maybe that'd be you invitin' me to dinner. But then you wouldn't
be with me, would ya? B, we'll have a lot better chance of
winning if you don't stop believing in it and, let's see, C, just
fucking..." lowering her voice because of the nearing folks, "...
rage with what? - extreme prejudice? - that you have such a fine
specimen of woman on your arm, if I do say so meself. And
don't forget..." taking his arm in her hands, "...you're a real sexy
guy."
        "Mmmm," he responded to her words and touch, "you sure
know how to make an uncle feel like a king. You know that?"
        "Yip."
        "To tell you the truth, Jess," as they changed their direction
away from those other folks, "I was just feeling the pain of
realizing you'll only be with me a short while. But I'm just going
to be the happiest person in the world right now while you are."
        "Good attitude, Quixote. Squander not, want not, right?" He
kissed her temple, like a good uncle, and she added, "so...how
long are you figurin' I'll be with ya?"
        "Well...I was hopin' you'd stay the two weeks of your Spring
break...but if you wanta get dropped off in Key West or...the
White House," and breathed a little laugh, "...just let me know," a
little dejected, though, at that thought.
       "Boy, it's a good thing we're talking about things, you think?
You think I just fuck and run?"
        "Aw God, Jess, no, I didn't mean that."
        "Well, that's good. I want to help you, Kit. Remember? I
really honestly believe in what you're doing...what we're doing.
And I...love you...remember that?! Why would I want to leave?
Or be in a hurry to? Hello?"
        "Um..." and his dejection was quickly vanishing.
        "O. Him's thinking, is 'm?" and chuckled quietly.

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