"Received your packet. In process of contacting your
other Execs personally. Count me in on giving this a try. Been
looking for a good project. Await further com. In trust, R."
        Jess and Kit were both maxed with extreme excitement.
It was the "epiphany-est-est" for Jessy. And they started
composing a return message as he drove on to the tux store,
and sent:
        "Your response the BEST of news! Mailing to countries
tonight. Saw Prez today. Implanted the idea. And need you
and other Execs to get right on a June 10 weekend concert -
rock, country, R&B, folk, blues and everybody - benefit for
all war refugees and starving children on Earth - to be at
Monument Valley - try and work it out with Navajos at
Window Rock. Tomorrow will be message to countries (via
United States) - we'll work it out in the morn together, and
just return a message if you won't be available to do that.
Documents going overnight mail to countries. Again, GREAT
news, R. You won't regret it. Vaya con Dios. Trust, WPO."
        She kissed Kit all over his face and head after they sent
that off. "This is so...AMAZING, Hotey! I'm so excited I
think I could cum! Robert REDFORD! GOD, darlin'....But
...how the heck...would he've responded...so soon?!"
        "We used his New Mexico address, remember?...and
code name he gave me at a political meeting not too long ago
when I broached the subject with 'm..."
        "Whaaa...you KNOW him?!"
        "I met 'm...and, yeah, we talked a little," he smiled over
to her.
        "Well holy DAM! Quixote....D' ya have any more little
secrets?!"
        "Nuh...don't think so. Except we were awful lucky he
was there and decided to do it!....Wow, huh?!"
        "I'd say that! The spirits are with us, Kitto!"
        "That they may be, my lady. That they may be." He
gave a pensive look her way, then saw the tux store and
conquered a parking spot adding, "really is great news, no?
And if you do want to cum, highness, this is your world, and
I love livin' in it and worshippin' every moment of it," winking
at her with a huge smile.
        "O, I guess I'll wait, sire, but hot DAM, Kit, Sundance
is WITH us! He's with US!....WOO!"
        "Yep, precious, we've got go!" he cheered as he turned off
the engine. They locked, walked, got fitted and bought their
tuxedos, Jess just blowing him out of his boots when she
showed him what she looked like in her monkey suit. He
drove them to the nearest Holiday Inn and got them two
adjoining rooms to shower up and change in with,
surprisingly, a few intermittent orgasms before and in the
shower.
        They checked Pute when they were out and drying
and a message was back: "Will get right on concert. Who's
Council and Judge? Will be here in morn, no problemo.
Vaya, R."
        "WOWEE!" Jess thrilled, then seconded, "yeah, Cody,
who are they?"
        "Well, right now I figure Newman, Beatty, Eastwood,
Poitier, Connery, Gorbachev, Annette Benning, Diane
Keaton, Kim Basinger, Raisa Gorbachev, Emmy Lou
Harris and Oprah in the Council and Gregory Peck or
Walter Cronkite for Judge, but I wanted to work with you
on it before giving it to the Execs. How 'bout for now we
just send back that we have other stars in mind, but would
like their suggestions?"
        "You wanted to work with me on it?! Jeezuz, nothin'
like plannin' on the git....But, yeah, I do agree, Hote....I do
agree...wow!" They sent Kit's suggestion back as they laid
naked on the bed. Then Kit decided to call Josh to see if all
was OK there, and it was. Josh was good and in the clear.
No black suit seen. The Jeep stashed. And Josh was happy
as Jess thanked and talked with him some. Kit called the
ranch after that and talked to everyone and they were all
excellent, and there was more Gold in with the Silver! He
kept Jessy a secret, though, not wanting Es to get the news
by phone.
        "So, I wasn't newsworthy enough, huh?" Jess teased.
        "Uh...aw, honey, I just want to make it a surprise for
them...it'll be so much better...." And that was true.
        They got into their tuxes and boots and headed back to
the Mansion. Jess checked the surveil report on the way, but
there was still no word. "Shouldn't we know by now, Code?"
        "I guess we have to have patience, precious. He's
doing all he can. They could have it hidden real deep. We
should be OK, though," keeping up positive vibes.
        "OK. I trust you guys, now..." and told Pute that too.
Then Kit spotted a street vendor selling flowers, pulled over,
jumped out, bought a rose, jumped back in, gave it to Jess,
who was flattered, and drove on.
        "Aw, Quixote...you are so sweet," she smiled as she
smelled the ambrosial scent.
        He just smiled over and she leaned over and kissed
him. Then, after bending off the stem and putting the just
flowering rose in her lapel, she asked Cybguy for the final
stock numbers. Puter showed a gain of over $42,ooo for
the day, and she had some choice exclamations before
finishing with, "I'm having a hard time believing all this,
Cody. Life does not get this good. Does it?" almost
bracing herself for the answer.
        "When we end war it does."
        "Hmm. A mighty point there, pardner. But GOD...
sweetheart..." and leaned over and kissed him some more.
"I am so happy...and going to the White House for dinner.
WOO HOO!"
        "I'm most extremely happy you're happy, your
happiness," leaning over to kiss her after parking them near
the Mansion, within sight of the gate house. "Don't eat too
much, now," he smiled.
        "O God, I think I'm getting the jitters..." and checked
her tux for anything to brush off.
        "Ah heck, love, it's just the top of the food chain.
You'll be right where you belong," he smiled. "My Lord
you look absolutely stunning..." just staring and
worshipping, he was.
        "Thank you, darlin'...O you're making me blush..."
she smiled back demurely. "So do you."
        "Haw."
        They put everything in the trunk, leaving Pute on the
cell, and Kit stuck the alarm on. At the gate, he explained
his alarm monitor and a guard said they would keep an eye
on things, after checking the invitation. Our intrepids
walked on up to the entrance and were warmly welcomed
inside and escorted to the Green Room for refreshments.
They chose champagne and quietly made some personal
toasts in code, then met a few of the other guests before
the Big Guy and Hillary came down and joined the soiree.
        It was a dinner for the Foreign Minister of China,
but Jessy was the star of the night already. And, as she
and Kit sauntered through the receiving line, Hill and Bill
were delighted to see her again, and Uncle Kit. Hillary just
loved Jess's tux. Bill too. He introduced her and told the
Foreign Minister what she had said that morning about
militaries and the money and the Minister replied, "then
the world would be as beautiful as you, Miss Cody," and
said to Kit, "what a proud father you must be, Mister
Cody," looking for resemblance.
        Simultaneously, Jess, Kit, Hill and Bill all explained
that Kit was her uncle and laughed together as Kit shook
with the FM, telling the Minister how proud indeed. The
queue moved the guys along, but Jess smiled back at the
FM in parting, saying, "please, sir, think about that
beautiful world."
        "I will," he answered and winked at her.
        They heard the Prez say a few moments after, "she
sure is something, isn't she now?" and Jess turned to look
back again, saw the President's wink at her too and she
smiled a little laugh back.
        They were soon seated for dinner - Peking Duck and
all - and made small talk with the CEO's or other execs
and wives, concubines or whomever at their table.
        The President made a reference to the "grace of
beauty" during his toast and glanced at Jess. The Minister
had also looked her way a few times during dinner, then
again when he raised his glass, as he looked all around
the room while making his toast to peace between their
peoples and all the world's peoples and winked again at
her as he drank, which both she and Kit caught.
        Well, after eats, there was classical Chinese music
in the East Room and many men there trying to talk with
Jess before and after, even proferring employment until
she and Kit decided in one private moment to get going,
after she had come back to him after going to the
women's room, feeling like they couldn't accomplish any
more there, besides the few rough comments Jess had
received from some jealous ladies "powdering up", she
had whispered to him. So, soon they were heading toward
the door, not feeling presumptuous enough to interrupt the
President and First Lady to thank them. The Prez, though,
intercepted them before they reached the door - the
President, for goshsakes, Jess was feeling - and asked,
"you don't have to leave, do you, Jessica...Kit?"
        "Uh, well, sir," she took it, "we actually do have
other people counting on us at a certain time," not
wanting to lie to the President of the United States
particularly, especially since he could have them tailed,
but she was thinking of the Execs, Council and Judge,
plus family, friends and everyone else on the planet, so
it carried pretty darn well as truth.
        "And we have to mail our taxes before midnight,"
Kit helped, extracting a laugh from the P.
        "Well, I'm sorry you have to leave, but it was
wonderful to see you again. I'm glad you could come,"
taking Jess's hand.
        "Gosh, thank you, sir. It was a most lovely
evening. Thank you so much for inviting us. And thank
the First Lady for us. I'll certainly never forget every
moment of it."
        "You're very welcome, Jess. Please, call me Bill,"
he smiled and she gave him a stunned look. "And when
you get back to Washington, which I hope is soon, let
me know at this number. I'd love to see you again....Or
just call to say hello," handing her a Gold-embossed
card, "...or even if you're not in town...call collect."
        "O...sir, thank you, Mister Pr...uh...Bill," she said
quietly with a check smile at him, "...but I don't
understand," radiating all the charming beauty of a
"Victoria's Secret" catalogue model, figuring whatever
could make him an ally of the WPO should be used.
        "You have a good head on your shoulders, Jess,"
he told her, "you could be a lot of help to us."
        "Gosh, sir...that's so kind. Thank you."
        "It's the truth," he answered as he gently shook her
hand. "You should think about coming on board with us
...please. Don't make me have to ask," he laughed and
smiled powerfully. "Well, Kit..." and turned to him,
"you're one lucky uncle...you take good care of her. O, I
said that this morning, didn't I?" Our two nodded back at
him, amazed at his powers of memory. "Well, I guess I
mean that, then..." he smiled, "...and talk her into calling
us back."
        "I'll try to do that, sir," Kit answered as they shook.
        "Well, again, I'm glad you could make it," the Prez
continued. "I'm serious now, Jessica...you call, you hear?"
        "Yes sir...Bill." They held hands again at his
initiative, and he kissed her's, then our two were on their
way out the door, Jess giving Billy Jefferson a wave as he
watched her go. And he waved back.
        They went out the driveway arm in arm, but still
looking like close relatives. That guard told them their car
was fine, she thanked them all, and they walked and
talked on. "Unbelievable!" she commented.
        "Beauty rules, A, highness?"
        "His phone number?!"
        "Well, he does have a reputation to uphold," Kit
snickered.
        "No. It's more than that. I really don't understand.
And the Foreign Minister googlin' at me too...it's just
strange...."
        "What? Men are sexmaniacs. And power's an
aphrodisiac. And powerful men are addicted to great
beauty. I don't know."
        "Jeezall, Cody. Now I think I know how Marilyn
Monroe must've felt. You're the same as them too,
huh?"
        "Verily. Pretty sad, no?"
        "O..." and poked his ribs, "you're not the same...
you're...no, you are the same, aren't 'cha?" and had a
little laugh. "Well, anyway, we even got the message to
China now...not bad. Not bad at all, huh?"
        "Not bad, your incredibleness-est," he came back
as they reached the car. She kissed his cheek extremely
romantically, they got everything out of the trunk and
drove off for the motel to "change" but, after checking
with Putey, mailed some of the packs in Foggy Bottom,
with gloves on, on the way back.
        Tuxes off back at the rooms, they could not resist
another roll on the polyfoam, springs and linen. Just
could not (duh). She was Aphrodite and Venus in the
veritable flesh; he Zeus and Hercules, she whispered to
him in their passion. Later, Kit the mortal realized he
should call work to get some vacation if she really was
coming with him.
        "So, majesty..." he said as they relaxed, "do you
really want to come along with me...?"
        "You have a problem with that now?"
        "Yeah. Too much happiness, I guess. But I was
just figurin', if you are...and God, what a thought that is
..." and kissed her, "I should call work to beg off for a
vacation."
        "O yeah, I saw on Pute this morning that you have
to go back...tomorrow?...So you've been lyin' about a
ranch and a Gold mine. Really, Cody, just like a man.
Snakes, other reptiles and general vermin you all are,"
she taunted kindly on.
        "Yup. Stole the plane, made up the stock account
and all this WPO garbage. Forgive me?" and smiled.
        "Yeah I'll come. We've been through that,"
pretending aggravation.
        "Wow!" he answered simply. He dialed in a number
on the cell and got Dave at home back in Taos on the
other end, apologizing if it was late, and asked for two
weeks off, "since it's slow anyway...something, uh, came
up, big worm."
        It was "no problemo" from Mister Dave, but he
kidded that Leo and Jenny would probably be pissed, it
being actual work to change the schedule.
        Jess had started rassling with him even before he
was off the phone, kidding, "liar...I'll call Bill," and they
tossled around as he told Dave he really didn't have a
problem with the lady there and 'vista' in a couple weeks.
After hanging up, he told her they had to mail the rest of
the packs before midnight so it would look like taxes.
They got their clothes on after a quick, but O so romantic
double dump and shower, gathered everything up and
vamosed.

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