She made it to Julie, locked the door and started getting
ready for startup while Kit went to the office, paid the bills and
left the keys to both the Jeep and the car, along with a $50 tip
for their taking care of that, then walked back out to the plane,
feeling a little more confident that they might be in the clear.
They started up and taxied right away, Jess watching Pute, still
on the modem, for any news. Before they reached the runway,
though, P had picked up a computer message to that NSA source
that they were leaving.
        "Man, they don't waste any time, do they?!" Jess said after
apprising Kit of what had come up on screen.
        "Sure dam don't! Keep Pute monitoring, but we'll have to
shut off the phone when we hit the air."
        "All right, skipper."
        He didn't want to cause an area cell system foulup in D.C.,
though it sure was in the bag of tricks. But he had moved on to
thinking about where to go.
        The sky was clear. The moon was full. And they had all the
time in the world. They could lead their tailers around on a
senseless tour of the States, or whatever. Or they could wait for
the right conditions to sneak into the ranch.
        Juliet was in a dummy corporation for just her, so Kit was
pretty certain his name wouldn't turn up in connection with her.
But there were Wiley and the other guys in Arkansas, who could
possibly even be in touch with the Prez, and maybe have the
numbers written down. And Ed in Fort Worth could also connect
Jule to him, if the investigators made it back to the purchase. So,
Kit thought to himself, things could really get hairier. Then Pute
had the NSA computer messaging back to Cincinnati. But that
was all he had.
        "That's weird," Jess said, and told Kit the message, then
added, "why Cincinnati?!"
        "Think it's that suit we saw in the Sky Galley back at
Lunken?" he wondered aloud. "Aw, hell..." he added, "maybe
it's just some guys keepin' track of you," trying to ease the
worry, his own especially.
        "Yeah, sure, Cody," she mildly disagreed. Anyway, they
had 'so far so good' from Pute, got Tower clearance, Kit took
Pute and Jessy pretty much got them into the sky herself as
Kit checked some things before disconnecting the cell. She flew
them up into the moonlit night on her own and he was
flabbergasted again, and told her.
       She didn't believe him until he showed her: "see, no hands
on," holding them up.
        "Are you tellin' me I've been flyin'?!"
        "All of 'er, Miss Airheart. Told you you're a natural. Let's
head East, away from the city...and just keep climbin'," and
he continued comming with Pute. "Not bad havin' the most
beautiful copilot ever in the history of cockpits."
       "You mean clitpits. And whattaya mean copilot?" giving
him a little laugh. "Or we could compromise at loinpit."
        "Whatever works for you, your clitorisness. Anyway,
you're doin' mighty righty there," he smiled.
        "Let's see....I've got to call Tower. I say...."
        "You just do the flyin', 'Melia. I'll get the radio for ya."
He switched the freq and radios, called Departure to give the
required particulars, then returned to Pute as he monitored her
flying.
        'So. OK. I'm flying...East....' Jess was talking to herself
in her brain while checking the heading and other instruments.
'I was chatting with Robert Redford!....I'm with Kit!....We
were with the President! For DINNER!...And we've started an
attempt to get rid of militaries on this...big' (looking all around
out the windows and seeing the horizon for a hundred miles)
'...awesome planet....I'm actually doing this! WITH my own
free will. And government agents are following our moves....
You sure got yourself on one mighty adventure, big girl....And I
do love 'm, don't I? O Lord. Sure like 'm a lot too, huh? And he
worships me to death. Awww....I guess I can live with this.
Now if I could just believe it...' "Where're we goin', your
cockness?" she broke the silence between them.
        He chuckled and looked up, "not sure yet, super sugar clit.
The Puteman and I are figurin', though, to take a 'roundabout
way back to the hacienda...like we're sightseein'....So, princess
...what would you like to see?"
        "The world....I guess...."
        "Hey. There ya go," turning on the cabin heat as they flew
on up. "I'm afraid, though, we couldn't do it in this ship....But,
hell...we could get one that we could...."
        "Well, how 'bout out West, then?"
        "That a girl. Why don't you think on some specific actual
places and level us off at twenty five hundred," and he did some
more computing. "Like they say, majesty, there's three spaces...
your inner," giving her a wink and brow raise, "your outer...and
your wide open."
        She smiled and looked around outside some more. The view
was totally magical to her. She continually checked for traffic -
seeing the flashing strobelights all around in the distance. And she
felt again the awe that she was doing the actual flying. It almost
felt like a dream. And she got deja vu. And wondered if deja vu
isn't just dreams not remembered. And Juliet was just perfect,
she thought on, leveling them off at 2.5, more or less, impressing
even herself. She looked over at Kit working feverishly away on
Putey and smiled deepheartedly as she got the thought that she
was certainly in love with their romance. And their cause. And
flying. And yeah, by God, even the ole man. And she felt again
that they would do it. It would happen. They would end war
and militaries. All the PEOPLE would. It would just take some
time. And she felt, all of a sudden, how that would feel, and went
through probably every emotion in a soul's repertoire - angst
through zen, the easy account. She looked around outside in awe
of her moonlit planet below. The dark Atlantic was ahead, the
Chesapeake to the South, Baltimore's lights to the North.
        "Let's turn South now, honey," Kit interjected into her
mental soliloquy. "Basically, what we're doin' is stayin' way away
from the big airport traffic," and went back to his work with Pute.
"You're doin' great, precious."
        "Thanks, captain. Roger wilco," she snickered as she turned
Juliet.
        "Like it, huh?"
        "Mm hmm," containing her composure as she finished the
turn, watching her altitude and the other stuff, and even
remembering to close the cowl flaps after checking temps, she
told him. Proud of herself, she was. (As was Kit.) And she
thought about the day they had just had. And night! "WOO!" she
cheered.
        "What?" he looked up and around.
        "O...just everything, I guess, darlin'."
        "Pretty somethin', huh?" He leaned over, kissed her cheek
and said, "God I love you, Jess."
        "Yeah, Kit Cody," turning her head and kissing his lips back,
"pretty somethin' all right," not realizing she was pulling back on
the yoke, though noticing the change in engine sound.
        "Wo there, highness...we don't want to climb up to
airlinerville," and pushed the wheel gently back in. "And you have
to keep watching for traffic, special, it's busy as hell around here."
        "Hey I am. I AM! If you don't want kisses, just...."
        "Easy...easy there, rocket. Sorry. There's just a little more I
have to do with the Puteness here. I want kisses. Believe me. I
want your kisses. But stop fussin' with your instructor now,
rockhead," he smiled.
        "Rockhead?!" she smiled in mock disparagement. "Where the
heck d' ju get that?"
        He laughed, "those boys from Arkansas I mentioned to Slick."
        "Probably called you that," she jibed.
        "Yup," and they smiled deeply at each other. They really did
heart each other extremely.
        "I gotta meet those guys," she added.
        "I bet 'choo will."
        She got back to the flying and sky scan and appreciation of
the beauty of the world up there - Washington then to their West
and the Chessy sprawled out in front of them, all lit up by that fool
man in the moon. Then she remembered the ADF radio and turned
it on, tuned it in and found Sting just starting "If I Ever Lose My
Faith In You."
        "Oooo, darlin'....I love this one. D' you?" she asked.
        "Aw yeah. 'So good. Always made me think of you...." He
stopped his Pute work, leaned over and they had a long, wet, sucky
smoocher, touching around even, then held each other as they
looked out at their view of Heaven and flew and listened...and
kissed.
        After the song, she asked, "all right if I put on a tape? He kind
of inspired what I'm thinkin' of...."
        "You bet your butt, perfect," and he resumed his work with P.
        She sang along with herself and thought as she flew. She
imagined Flece over the horizon - way over - there in Key West
partying away, then her family and friends back home over the
Western horizon, then got a mental picture of the whole entire East
Coast, then the whole country, and then the world. And things
seemed different. Somehow. And her music stirred all her memory
and emotions, and her cognizant and reactive minds, helped by the
speed pill, and she felt, well, just dang epiphanal or something
again.
        "Well, beautiful, " Kit interrupted, "I guess we can turn West
here," seeming an interloper from another dimension to her, though
only so fleetingly.
        "O..." she came back, coming out of her little 'trip', "well,
alrighty then." She made the turn and it was like there were 3oo
million people out there for her to hug, then six billion.
        "Now...where do you feel like going?" he asked.
        "Wow, Kit...it's so awesome..." and she thought. She pictured
the country, perused her desires, thought about what time it was,
what night of the week, how long they could go before refueling
and about the guy or guys of NSA following their flight and
listened to her singing and playing and, "heck...Nashville?" came out
of her mouth.
        "That'll work." Kit got the GPS's out of the back and put Pute
back there to cyber on. "Turn our baby to, uh, two five zero and
we'll see how close that is." She did and he added, "OK, turn on
Otto and I'll show you how to do this." She did that and he took her
through setting the GPS. She set one and he set one, they compared
their results and they were together and there was a little correction
in heading to make, which she did with Otto.
        "Wait a sec, Jess..." Kit added, "Let's aim a little North, let's
see..." looking at the map, "yeah, we'll aim for Mammoth Cave to
keep a little edge on 'm. About 255 degrees. And we'll check it in
a little while to see what the wind's doin' to us."
        "Wow, Kit...this is so cool," as she set the course. She saw
the mountains ahead, visible in the moonglow, looked over at the
Capitol passing by to the North, and took in a good part of
Virginia before a thought of her mom rushed through her mind.
Ginny!
        "O my God, Kit!" she freaked, "I forgot to call mom! O
SHIT! Too DUMB! I'm sorry, I just forgot. God! She's probably
been calling my cell with the Key West prefix and getting no
answer and I bet called Flee's mom - O God - and Flee, probably,
and if Flee didn't answer, we've got a real problem."
        "Is it too late to call now? It's almost one."
        "It's late. But the sooner the better. I can't believe I forgot.
O kick me God. We can't call from up here, though, can we?!"
        "Nope...but there's an airport right there..." pointing to a
flash of green light out her window. "No, I don't think the drone
of an airplane engine would convince her you're on a sailboat,
either. Otherwise, I could fly on the deck while you talk. Course,
you could tell her you went flyin'."
        "No, I think we better do it from the ground. Sorry."
        "Hey, precious, nothing to be sorry about. Go ahead and
pull power back to 15 inches."
        He talked her down and they went into the airport at
Fredericksburg, parked and shut down, and she called, took her
scolding and told mom her batteries had gone all the way down to
explain not being able to reach her and made up a bunch of other
"shit" and said she would call again real soon. Disaster averted.
"She was just about to call Flee....God, Kit, that was too close."
        "Sorry I didn't think to remind you. Not much of an uncle,
am I? But you forgot to tell her about the President," he kidded,
and she socked him in the arm. "Yow," he reacted.
        "Sure wish I could've. I feel rotten when I have to keep
stuff from 'er...and lie...are we going?"
        "In a minute, buckette, I want to check that computer," as
he hooked up the cell and gave Pute instructions to. "Yeah,
you're really rotten. Hell, I'm your rot, precious, makin' you
keep stuff like tonight from 'er."
        "And bein' in touch with Robert Redford!"
        "That too. Sorry, 'Melia."
        "And starting the WPO."
        "And farkin' with me," and took his rib poke like a man. Pute
had their answer then. "Yep, dammit, NSA has us to here. Well, at
least it'll give the suits more to think about. Maybe we can blow
some of their circuits..." and keyed Pute to send a bunch more
cover or other information they had worked on together since
leaving D.C. "The office is open...do you have to pee or anything?"
        "What does anything cover? Anything?"
        "Sure....Anything," he smiled.
        "Can we put Putester in back while he's workin' on that?"
        "I'm not sure. He might feel left out," and moved Putey on
back as she got the modem and cell. Then she layed her head
down on his lap and he stroked her head and hair with one hand
and fondled her body with the other as she told him the things she
had thought about while flying them out. And they talked about
the dinner and their situation and, yep, it turned into fellatio, and
very shortly he was beyond the turn at Paradise on the highway
to Heaven, then several minutes later was starting Julie back up
and taxiing them out. Puter finished up a little after Kit, they
disconnected the modem and got themselves back in the air.

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