"Hey, how's that speed feelin'?" he asked. "It wasn't too
much was it? I don't wanta be a bad influence on ya now, ya
know."
        "Yeah, you're ruinin' my life, Cody," she chuckled as she
climbed them up to 85 hundred feet to get over the Smokies.
"Nah, did me just fine. That's good stuff, Hote," she smiled.
        "You ever done it before?"
        "A little. But not this good." She put her tape on, got them
leveled off, trimmed up and all, moved his seat back to his 'O my
God' position, they called it, readjusted the trim, put Otto on,
then she moved over onto his lap and they flew united, watching
for traffic, of course. And Jess and Kit joined the mile high club
that morning. Heck, almost the two mile.
        So, it was a really nice flight. Over the mountains and
under the full moon they flew and loved. And at Mammoth Cave
they made the turn for Nashville, detangled, redressed, and she
flew them on into Metro Field, doing one heck of a nice landing
for her fourth (or any). Then she kidded that she wanted to see
if they could find a party.
        "At 4 AM?! It'd be a bunch of crack and crankheads,"
hooking up the cell for Pute.
        "I know. But they'd be country," she smiled.
        "Oh yeah, that'd be all right then. I forgot. Except, O heck,
we have the N, S and farkin' A aware that we're here," reading
her Pute's immediate report.
        "You just don't love me."
        He laughed, they taxied on in and she turned on the ADF
after her tape ended, tuned it in and Vince Gill's "I Still Believe
In You" began and she cranked it up.
        "I love this song. D' you love this song?" she asked.
        "Sure do, lover. It always..." and together they added,
"makes me think of you."
        She added, "I still believe in you. You still believe in me?"
        "Yip."
        "Wow, that's convincing."
        "No, I really do, honey," he smiled. They pulled up at the
FBO ramp and a fuel truck was on its way out as they shut
down. "God, I feel like Federal Express," he quipped.
        "Yeah, this is way cool. But, you know what, it's only
three AM here. And not even, yet," looking at the small digital
clock on the panel. "Not too late for a party," she goaded. "I've
got to have someone I can tell the last time I ate was at the
White House...with Bill."
        "You mean the last time I ate."
        "Ooooo. You are cruel, Cody. Very cruel."
        "Sorry highness. Really. I want to even up the meals," he
smiled.
        "Hey. I'm waiting."
        "Well, as soon as we have a chance, hey? Anyway, I sure
don't blame ya. Not every girl can say the President and China's
Foreign Minister wanted t' poke ya." She got her punch in before
he could get out to talk with the fuel guy. She got out and kidded
she was going to find a party and went into the office to use the
facilities.
        Kit stayed with the plane, added some oil and checked
around. She was back out after Bobby Jim had finished up the
fueling and was driving off.
        "Well," she said, "what 're we doin'?"
        "I asked the guy and called around, but couldn't find a party
they'd let you come to."
        "Ho ho. Well, I talked with Vince and he told me to come on
over. Alone." She waited for dramatic pause and added, "so, OK?"
        "Yeah, OK. Your awesome butt." He reached for her and
they melted into each other's arms and rocked by Juliet, then he
said quietly into her ear as he kissed it, "I figure we've got to keep
going until we can sneak back into the ranch and figure this out....
You didn't really talk to Vince, did ya?"
        She smiled at his tenderness, then sat down on the wing walk
and looked down at the tarmac, hands on her knees, wondering for
a few seconds what she had gotten herself into. But only those
seconds. She was happy. Very happy. Even proud. It was history
and everybody's world they were about trying to help. She looked
up at him and said, "it's a little aggravating, you know, to finally
get to Nashville and then have to get right along. And maybe I
didn't talk with Vince. Or maybe I did," she guiled.
        "You mean you haven't even been here before?!"
        "Hello."
        He squatted down in front of her, "aw, precious, hell, they
didn't do anything to us in Washington...I guess they wouldn't here.
Pute's just bein' cautious...."
        "Naw. It's all right. Really, sweetheart. We'll be back. So...
don't you have to pee or anything? Or d' ya want me to hold it?"
        "Actually...."
        "We could get a reputation, you think?....Don't worry, I won't
take the plane."
        "That's reassuring, uh...but hang in the office. You can keep
an eye on Jule there. I don't want anyone taking you."
        "But I told Vince I'd be out at the plane," she smiled as he
helped her stand up. They walked to the office and he used the
head, paid the bill, then loaded up with canned drinks, candy and
stuff.
        "Ready to be like the wind, podner?" he smiled at her.
        "Let's blow, sky boy," and they adiosed Bobby Jim and the
other hombres ogling at her. Outside, she added, "sweetheart,
guess what I was thinkin'," as they walked.
        "Uh oh..."
        "Do you remember that day we were home alone...I was
home from school...and asked you to go get some balloons...and
you went and couldn't find any?"
        "O, God, yeah!....Why?"
        "I just want you to know...I really hadn't meant balloons."
        "OK," looking over at her quizzically.
        "I'd meant condoms," she laughed.
        "Holy fu...Jes-see! You were ten!"
        "I know," still laughing, "I only remembered they were called
balloons."
        "That's not what I meant!"
        "I know." They chuckled together and, at the Mooney, she
got a birth control pill out of her bag and took it with a guzzle of
Coke. "I guess remembering it was time for my pill reminded me
of the balloon day."
        He laughed and shook his head, "what a memory. I hope we
can put it to real use."
        "Hey!" she snickered and they harnessed in, started Jule up,
taxied out and took off, Jess doing it, of course. "So, where 're we
goin' now, slavemaster?" she asked.
        "Your call, balloon girl," as he worked with Pute.
        She thought a few moments, turning them West. "Austin!"
        He put a GPS in her lap as she continued their climb, asking
him how high to go and turning on the ADF, and it was the song
with: "...With a head full of dreams/And faith that can move
anything/Two sparrows in a hurricane...." She sang along and he
was thinking they couldn't make the ranch before daybreak, even
with favorable - bad - weather; and he wondered why they hadn't
been tailed in D.C., among other things. Or maybe they had been,
concerning him more. They had checked ultra thoroughly, he
thought, that they hadn't been, and Pute hadn't had anything. So,
why were they just following the flights? To lead the suits to
someone else? Followed since Lunken could mean it was because
of Jess. Why would they follow her? The same questions he had
gone through with Pute on the last leg. Then one he hadn't thought
of kicked him in the stomach. The suits knew they had left Lunken
and showed up in D.C., though hadn't been on radar for some of
the way, if they check. They would have no reason to check, Kit
just had to hope upon hope. He suddenly felt awfully stupid
wasting that effort and luck on that deck ride, though the saving
grace was it had probably been the only way through that front
anyway, since he didn't have an instrument rating. But, so many
questions.
        "It just doesn't make sense," he said aloud.
        "The song?" and she started to level them off.
        "The suits following our flights."
        "Well...those guys are connected to the intelligence guys
connected to the guys who run the world....So it makes sense it
doesn't make sense."
        "Dam. That makes sense."
        "They started following us at Lunken, right?"
        "Yeah. Well, we're assuming that because of that message
to Cincinnati."
        "It could be because I came with you....I've had a lot of
stuff like that going on in the last year or so. It's felt like they're
watching out for me."
        "The NSA?!"
        "I don't know. Somebody....But I'm not sure or anything."
        "I guess it makes as much sense as anything. Uh, a lot more
sense than me taking us on the deck through the mountains last
night, turns out, angel."
        "Why's that?" she asked. He explained and she commented,
"Hm...yeah, I see what you mean. Well...we didn't know....Made
about as much sense as us, huh?" she smiled over to him while
getting a Baby Ruth out of the back, peeling back the wrapper
and giving him the first bite. "Hey, that speed still feels real good.
How 'bout you?"
        "O yeah."
        "So...what was that about you wanting to even up the
meals?" she asked with a smirk after establishing their course
from the GPS. They were going to take another "off" course, but
Kit realized if they kept doing that, the suits would realize they
knew that they were being followed. So they decided to gamble
on no suits coming after them in Austin. But would be ready, in
case.
        Anyway, she moved her seat back, adjusted the trim and
turned Otto on, then Kit helped her get her boots and Levi's off
and yip, cunnilingus at 65 hundred feet, Kit telling her to steer
away from any clouds and watch for traffic. And, the flight being
almost four hours, she had one bunch of orgasms. He didn't quit.
He got some aches in his back, though, from the contorted
positions as they flew over Tennessee, Arkansas, Louisiana and
then Texas. But, between her cockpit and hoots, he had himself
one heck of a feast and flight. O, he took a few breathers, ate
candy off of her and such, and she beat him off a few times; but
he could've licked, sucked, kissed, chewed and felt her for they
didn't know yet how long. That was one sexy ship tooling along
up there that early morn.
        They flew into Bird's Nest Airport in Austin, and on the
ground Pute advised that they were tracked to there by that
computer in D.C., but also told them that there weren't any
agents at the ramp waiting for them (that he could locate). And
our guys were talking about even if the documents were
intercepted and wouldn't make it to the leaders, or even the
countries, it wouldn't matter too much anyway, Kit explaining
more of the figuring that they would almost certainly have to take
it public; the countries wouldn't agree to it.
        They were feeling a little more confident about maybe
laying over for sleep, showers and real food, maybe on the next
fuel stop. At least showers. They were smelling kind of gro-in-y
and redolent. The speed was starting to wear off by the time
they got back in the air, and Jess was "grumbling" about not
being able to check out the Austin music scene either. The sun
popped up over the horizon behind them as they took one more
methamphet each after deciding against naps and the possibility
of them both falling asleep up there. They would stop that
night, they promised.
        They headed West out of Austin, then Kit got the idea as
he worked with Pute and she climbed them up. "We could go
into the ranch, leave Julie there, get another plane and tour the
West like normal cowfolks."
        "Another plane?! How much would that be?"
        "Depends on what we get. But we could get a good one
for about what we've made in the market the past week."
        "Jeezuz Chri....Can we get showers at the ranch?" giving
him a 'dam, in the last week?!' look.
        "We can get showers," nodding back.
        "You have a bed?"
        "Got a bed," he smiled back.
        "Sounds like a destiny, then, trailbones."
        "We've just got to wait 'till tonight and hope for overcast,
but it's lookin' favorable."
        "So, where to now?"
        He got out his flight planning map of the US and moved
his hand across it, measuring off 1oo nautical miles at a time
with his baby finger and said, "how 'bout Silver City?"
        "Sounds good to me. Tell me which way to fly."
        "Uh, united..." he smiled.
        "You're starting to sound kinda nymphy yourself," she
returned hers.
        "Gives us something in common, huh?" Well, they worked
on the GPS and the heading and, once more, after leveling out,
moving his seat back and turning on Otto, she got her clothes off,
his 'Vi's down, climbed onto his lap and they sightsaw Texas and
New Mexico as they copulated and osculated away.
        At a point, as they touched each other, she asked, "did you
like sex with Mom?"

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