He stopped her, looked around to see no one was close
enough to hear, faced her, put his hands on her incredibly
taut waist, looked in her deep sky blue eyes and said, "Jessica
...I'm crazy about you...I wish I could kiss you right here, but
uncles can't do that the way I want to right now, except maybe
in Arkansas...or Kentucky..." and gave her a smile, then added
more quietly, "...and if they have long-range mikes on us we've
got a lot of running to do...and that scares me to death that you
could be in danger. You know? So, see...I'm not so dam smart.
But you give me all the faith and confidence in the world. And
all I want is your happiness, Jess. You know I cherish that.
And I'm so happy you can tell me you like being with me and
believe in the plan so much. I've never known happiness like
this. I want you with me as long as you want to stay. Lord,
Jess, I don't know what to say...except I just worship you to
death..."
        She gave him a niecely kiss on the lips and said, "so...
does that mean I can come with you for a couple weeks?"
        He laughed, then answered, "if they let you leave the
White House tonight...absolutely," his smile showing his
virtual ecstasy over her face smiling at him, plus her words.
        "Maybe we better leave this park before we lay down,
huh?" she came back.
        "Good call, maj...where do you want to go?" and he
took Pute off her and turned off the mike as he slipped the
pack onto his shoulder and they started toward the car.
        "The Women's Museum," she answered.
        "Can I get in?"
        "I'll vouch for ya."
        Back in the car, they checked everything was still there,
wondering aloud why they hadn't just kept the rooms at the
Hyatt and left the stuff in the safe, then put Pute on the cell
after updating him and Jess looked at the invitation again. She
told Kit, "dinner's at seven. Black tie. Whattaya think about me
going in just a black tie, honey?"
        "They might wonder what kind of uncle I am," as he
pulled out into traffic.
        "Hey, but really, I should wear a tux. Yeah, that's the big
ticket!"
        "You'll look like a trillion bucks."
        "O...that reminds me. Pute mentioned a big day in the
market. OK if I check?" and brought Puter to her lap.
        "You know you don't need to ask. Just make sure you
press the right keys, though, your grace. You might check if he
has anything yet on the surveillance, too."
        "Alrighty there, darlin'. Tell me those keys." He did, she
checked and Pute still had no answer.
        "Well, I'm sure it can't be too easy," Kit surmised. "At
least there's no more bad news. Ask 'm if he got anything from
inside the Mansion...um, please, honeymunches." She did, and
P had picked up a little and reported some of the details, and
was mighty impressed with the invite and Jess's performance.
She put the market ware in after that and punched those keys,
remembering how from the day before, re-impressing Kit, and
the numbers came up.
        "Holy God, 'Hotey!" she exclaimed, "...could you be up
eleven thousand already?!"
        "Jeezuz!....Naw, you pressed something wrong...."
        She went through the sequence again and it was the same
figure, almost. "Did not! GOD!"
        "No way! What's the Naz up?" and told her what to
press.
        "A little over 4o." (Remember '95, folks?)
        "It's a strong open! We've probably got a big rally
started!"
        "We did?!"
        "No. Not us, precious," he smiled.
        "Well, I'd just like you to know, mister daddy no-war
bucks, that I didn't even make eleven thousand in the last two
YEARS! You better buy me a souvenir," she snickered.
        He asked her to punch up the numbers on his individual
stocks and told her how before asking, "what would you want?
Hey, how 'bout a little tin model of the Washington
Monument?" as they passed by the real thing sticking 555 feet
up into the sky.
        She looked at it and chuckled, "yeah, that'd be a real
personable momento," nodding her head. "Kinda does remind
me of ya, though." He laughed as she returned to Pute, then
reported, "almost twelve thousand now. Dear Lord...."
        "Tell you what, there, pardette...why don't we get you
started in the market. It'll teach you hands on...."
        "Hands on...hhmm," and jiggled her eyebrows at him.
        He chuckled, "...hands on Isis, highness. You know, the
dollar sign?"
        "Yeah, I learned that somewhere."
        "I'll lend you, say...what?" looking at her, "ten thousand?
...to make it a round number?"
        "Round enough to watch me lose it all so you can make
me your sex slave, A?...nuh uh, buster," she smiled.
        "OK, don't ever say I didn't try bribin' ya, then."
        "You're a bad hombre, Cody. A real bad man," and
continued her com with Pute and joked on, saying how kinder
and gentler Puter was to her.
        "Well, the offer stands. By the way, where is the Women's
Museum?"
        "A sensitive man would know," she dug. He laughed and
shook his head. She added, "New York and Thirteenth."
        "Where's that?"
        "Northeast of the White House."
        "How the heck do you know that?"
        "Pute."
        Kitto registered an enlightened look and smile and headed
them rightward.
        "Thirteen thousand," she reported.
        Well, they toured the Museum (finally figuring to lock
everything in the car trunk and attach the motion-sensing alarm
to the inside of the lid), then drove over to Independence Avenue
and took in the Smithsonian and Air and Space Museums, then
the Arboretum and the Mint, just for kicks, where she quietly
sassed, "fourteen thousand by eleven...Jeezuz...." They had a late
lunch in the cafeteria in the Capitol basement, then started a stroll
around the building.
        "Amazing," she said.
        "What's that, presh?"
        "These senators and all will be against us."
        He thought a few seconds, then answered, "publicly, yeah,
most of them, probably. But privately, a lot might be with us."
        "Hey...they say power's an aphrodisiac, don't they?"
        "Uh...I've heard that aphorism."
        "I think I'm feelin' the power around here....You wanta
guess what that makes me wanta do, unc?" bumping her hip into
his.
        "Run for office?"
        "Nice try there, Romeo. But, whereas I was thinkin' more
along the lines of, uh, explorin' our intercoursal areas," giving
him the brow flips again, "I thought we might try findin'
someplace in here to conjoin," smiling tantalizingly with aplomb.
        He cracked up, but contained it pretty well, chuckling,
"well, I have no idea where you learned language like that,
young lady, but you are one awesome treasure, you know that?
And shute, hell, why don't we just go right on down to the Well
of the House and flail away in front of the Speaker and give the
old ladies watching C-SPAN a real show," he said quietly since
some staff-looking guys were on the approach.
        "Now you got it...how do we get there?" she laughed, then
took his hand and started looking in open doors. They turned a
corner and no one else was in sight for the moment, so she tried
a door which opened into a vacant room and pulled him in
behind her.
        "What the hell 're you doing?!" he asked, in the throes of
surprise and exhilaration.
        "Take it easy, general, we don't want to attract attention,"
she answered. It was a small room with a green felt-tipped table,
some chairs and a couch. She turned the lock on the door they
had come through after closing it, then the lock on the other
door.
        "Chrise, Jessy!" he yelled in a whisper, "you're messin'
with serious power here," he laughed in another susurration,
but happily anticipated her passion.
        "Well then, this'll be the power part of our lunch," she
smiled and put Pute on the couch, threw off her jacket, threw
off his, unbuckled his jeans, then hers, pulled him over to the
table and pushed him onto it, took his Levi's down and kissed
his growing monument, took her clothes off and climbed up on
top of him and got right to it. "How's this for a souvenir?" she
whispered breathily.
        "O my baby!..." his hands all over her, "you are
unbelievable," as he started moving with her. (I know, here we
go again.) "But what if they start knockin'?" he still whispered.
        "I tell them you're a senator from Oregon who wanted to
show me your office," as she went up and down on him.
        He suppressed his laugh and other noises as well as he
could and they let their passion loose for some moments as
they came, then layed there a while more, kissing and touching,
hearing the footsteps passing by in the hall on the other side of
the door.
        "You are one piece of Heaven, lady," he whispered in her
ear as he held her.
        "Aw shucks, Mister President, whah, thank ya a maghty,"
she answered quietly.
        Then they heard voices at the inner door, then a try of the
knob, a knock, then quiet chortles, followed by a distinctly gay
male voice that said, "we'll come back," and their tittering voices
faded away.
        Our guys held in their laughs, then Jess said, "see, we did
have the right room."
        "Hell we did. This table's for poker."
        "Yeah, you're right. Why, hell of a poke there, Tex. And
they're going to have a spot right where the jackpot goes now."
        The picture gave him another laugh as she lowered her
hoots into his face. "Uh, not that I really want to move, your
nymphness," he said, "but don't 'cha think it might be wise not
to press our luck?"
        "Not your best fuck?" she goaded, "whah, senatuh, how
can you say tha-ut?" putting the back of her hand to her forehead
in a darn good "Gone With the Wind" affectation.
        Trying to restrain his laugh and voice again, "I do think
we best get on our way, your knockerness," kissing her breasts,
"for the end of war, my dear."
        "O sure. Wam bam. I bet you're not even a senator." She
got up off of him, pulled him up as she got off the table, then
yanked him to her by his jeans after he had pulled them up, and
gave him one more hot passionate kiss with "hands on," she
said, before helping with getting them both all back proper. She
picked up Pute, went to the inside door, unlocked it quietly,
then went to the hall door, listened for folks, then unlocked and
opened it and they stepped out into the hall as a family was
strolling their way. They all greeted each other very warmly as
they passed, then our lovers went right on to tour the rest of
the building - the House and Senate galleries and all - playing
some with each other in the back rows as they watched the
proceedings in the chambers below. They kept checking with
Pute on the surveil, keeping the cell attached, but there was
still no answer.
        After the Library of Congress, and Jess admiring all
those relief paintings on the walls and ceilings, and the
Supreme Court, just to leave their Spirit there, they headed
back to the car, figuring they should go get their tuxes.
        "Hm...tuxes, taxes...Texas and sexes...I might have a
new song here, Hotey," she smiled after they got in the car.
        As they pulled out, she checked the stocks again and
Kit was up around $32,ooo! She gave him all kinds of funny
grief after the whoops, but added seriously, "well, this'll sure
help the cause."
        He seconded that and asked her to ask Pute for a tux
store address and got one close by, then P put "message in"
on screen after Jess gave him the chance. Kit told her the
keys to press and it was from Sundance!

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