BR hadn't been able to stick around long enough, they
learned upon return. But everything was good and they partied
on with their partying partners as they got right back to the
mining after putting all their new goods in the cabin.
        That night they sent another borrowed million to the fund,
and another borrowed half million to Save The Children. "What's
money for..." Kit said, to the girls' agreement. They worked on
their market deals, inadvertently helping to lead the technology/
internet sector that Kit was comfortable in, and were making
some money - up to over a hundred thousand on good days - so
prepaid an intense interest and principal payment on the first
borrowed million. They were having great luck thus far.
        The vein had reached almost 12 feet diameter and was still
growing, the last 15 or so feet of the mine nothing but Silver,
except for the Gold wall at the end. It was "incredibly majestical",
"pudknockingly mind boggling", and it looked "holy" (Maria's
word, of course). She and family had gotten the old Yucatan
hacienda back, with the help of her older brother, Manuel, a
lawyer. But they confirmed with Kit and the girls that night that
they would wait to go and let Manuel, Gloria and their kids
move in first. The pards would stay to get the Gold out of the
mountain! And everyone felt the same. It was IT! It was El
Dorado! Their joy was maxed up and overflowing.
        Ria and Jul had given Manny and Gloey a half million.
They were also starting a fund, with Manny's help, for the
persecuted and destitute of the Yucatan, mostly the Native
Mayans, with another half million. And they were giving one
more half to the concert fund. They had feelings that their three
amigos were a part of it somehow. And they were pretty sure
that their friends were breaking some rules. But that didn't
matter to them.
        Kit, of course, was in the clouds with Jessy and Flee. Jess
was very happy, and even happier that she was away from all the
callers, wooers and suitors. Flece too. And, heck, they mentioned
how at least they had well-paying and rewarding work with a fun
boss and friends. Jess split her over half-million after-tax share
with Felecia, though it all remained in "Triumph". But top pay and
other perks are the norm for ultra-ravishing young women, and it
was discussed more than once how much they could make as
models and or actresses and or songsters, Es and Sonia included.
That is the kind of world that we have all made or live in. So be
it. They flaunted not, though. But, then, mining isn't exactly
every beautiful young girl's fantasy. Kit was well blessed with his
humble companions and all.
        They took $10 million out of the mine every two days that
last part of April and beginning of May. Everyone was working
hard. But, more helpful, Julian and Wallace had found someone to
buy dynamite from, so had, and they were learning how to use it.
Hoo wee! Get back! Anyway, they weren't doing much else than
the mining, though they did finish the rooms and started on the
foundation for a new cabin, got the new windmill going, which Jess
christened "Quixote" with a crash of a perfectly good and full
champagne bottle, then they got the water and first tenants in the
pond - "Quacky" and "Honky" their early favorites. One night even
an actual tree frog moved in - "Kermit".
        Kit and our lovelies finished the other two sets of holograph
projectors. All the parts had been there, bought over the years
through mail order or in person, using bogus "dummy" corporations.
Holograph projectors. Pshaw. What's the big deal, right? They
tested them out, Pute even showing Al and Queen Joan doing some
hot sex. Woo! There were parts for one more and Kit rapped, "if
we can't do it with four, we won't do it with more."
        All theWPG stuff was in stalemate, the White House and
others trying to kill it with neglect. The guys didn't know what had
happened to the agent except that he had gone on "leave" while still
under the suspension. They wondered if he wasn't out in the woods
spying on them. They also got Puter 2 pretty much built and started
in on the programming. O yeah, and Jessy had two albums ready to
fly and lots more in repertoire. They were doing good. They were
doing real good.
        Well, the vein "crested" at over 17 feet diameter, the support
beams becoming almost as much work as the rest. And a little
dejection set in as they saw it starting to wane. Then they would
laugh at being dismayed about that. If there were as much Gold in
the second half, they would have over $1oo million, well, before
dam taxes; plus the Silver, which was everywhere, though their
thinking was to leave that in there until prices came up, Kit
remembering some information about world supply supposing to
drop precipitously after the turn of the century, millenium and age.
Only another 2o years of mining reserves, or something. Though it
amazes me how experts can know that.
        They had a cresting party as Jess and Es took the
measurements, Jessy yelling out the numbers like a dang
forewoman, or something, as she guzzled her Frog along with the
others. They all got stoned too, the nine of them, plus Wallace and
his eldest son, Wallace Junior. And yep, still trusting that no one
would find the "driveway" and roar into the place and kill them all
for the Gold. The dogs were good alarms, of course, and the guys
always - usually - had at least two of them around the cabins and
the guns ready inside, by their sides or up at the mine. Reality is a
bear. And that bear does come around the mountain sometimes.
But they were still safe again that day and almost couldn't believe
all their luck and good fortune. They were truly blessed.
        The day after, they bought more horses - a small herd,
actually - and trailers to get them up there, and two larger used
pickups to haul those, and all the tack, gear and feed. And the
following day our trio rode "Heart 2", "Spirit" and "Orgasm" up
Mount Essy Jessy to the peaks and sprawled out on the old Navajo
blanket they had purchased on a recent shopping and plane-check
trip to Santa. And they got naked and looked out all over at the
awesome view below and beyond. Yeah, so easy to get the clothes
off.
        Kit held Jess in front of him as they sat, and she said, "you've
made me the happiest person in the whole world...out there, Quixote
..." as they viewed that part of New Mexico from their 13,ooo feet.
        He kissed the back of her head and answered, "sorry, majesty
....you're the second happiest," then gently sucked on her neck and
ears.
        "O please," Flee interjected, "you guys are sickening," all laid
out naked next to them, catching the rays. Jessy leaned over and
licked around girlfriend's clit. (Hey, I sware, I'm just the messenger.
They tell me, I write it. E-mail them.) Then Jess took Kit's hand to
Felecia's nipples, sticking straight up in the cool breeze flowing over
her flesh, and moved his fingers through them and Flee let out a
sensual moan as she joined their hands in the bliss of her body.
        "She says we're sickening, darlin'," Jess ribbed, kissing all
around Flee's glan as Kit started lipping her pirouetted nipples and
strong breasts. But he was still trying to figure out some sort of
breakthrough for the WPG up the road. Maybe it was the altitude,
but that was what he was thinking about. He says.
        "Way sickening," Flece managed to let out of her desiring
mouth, which Kit's lips were drawn to. Aw man, how is a guy
supposed to think. Jessy was sucking on Flee's clit. Kit was deep in
pleasure with Flece's tongue and feeling her breasts, while Jess was
feeling him, and then he saw something - inside his closed eyes.
They were flying a big plane in to land somewhere and something
blew up. Then Jessy's lips were on his tip and his "vision" jumped
a bunch of frames and got all blurred in a frenzy of people and
happiness. Naturally, their sex went on, as well as the thoughts
about what he had "seen", and their orgasms were very very good.
        Too soon, though, their concern was sunburn, so they
regretably got their clothes back on and their talk moved through
the money, the cause, Kit's "vision thing" and you name it. The
horses came back from their walk for grazing and the guys got the
saddles back on them as they reveled some more in the view and
talked again about flying around the West soon. It was time to head
back, but they wanted to resolve something up there. On the
Truchas. The "Trout".
        Kit pointed out the town of Truchas below and told them,
"that's where Sundance filmed 'Milagro Beanfield War'...and, over
there...is where he has a ranch...."
        "Wowww..." the girls both responded, and then it hit them
that, dam, they were working with the "Red Man" - besides his
neighbors - and the three of them went through an epiphany of
thought together that covered one hell of a lot of ground. And they
saw a breakthrough of people all over the world doing everything
they could think of to make the Peace Government happen and
they saw it happen. They saw it! Up there on Mount Essy Jessy
and Flece. And voiced out together what it was they could see.
        After standing there together holding each other, they
gathered up the old blanket, got back on their mounts and rode
back on down as a gentle rain began to fall, though no clouds were
over them, but Kit told them that that wasn't too unusual for up
there.
        Their T-shirts were soaked by the time they got back and
these girls don't wear bras. (There just don't seem to be enough of
those kind of free spirits, hm?) So, there they were like nymphs
come down from Olympus - with bodies built for having wet T's
draping over their T's. Julian and Wallace were over working on the
new cabin and came over to help with the saddles and such, though
really more just to talk, being a little bored with each other at the
moment, and caught a bunch of gawks at the girls' chi chi's and
just shook their smiling faces Kit's direction, who returned an
'unbelievable, huh?' look back.
        Jul said to their honeynesses, "you guys better go change
before our macho muchachos get a look at you."
        Jessy loved that she could give the old pards a little thrill, and
kissed them each on their cheeks, kidding, "gee, Hool, we were just
talking of maybe makin' this place a nudist colony, if it'd be all right
with you all."
        "Ho chee mama," Wallo let out, along with other choice
comments in Spanish with Julian, as they got everything stored, the
horses brushed and fed, and talked about nudity and other stuff like
where did that rain come from! Then the three went to the cabin to
get their wet things off, after Jul and Wally declined their invite to
come by for beer, though Jess took some out to them anyway and
kissed their cheeks once more before going back in.
        Well, call me surprised, but taking off the wets degenerated,
or generated, depending on your point of view, into afternoon
carnal delight on the feathers as they heard the Starland Vocal
Band doing "Afternoon Delight" on the radio, Jessy having turned
it on, and Kit told them the story of meeting the producer of that
song, who ended up with his best friend's wife.
        "Aw...poor Wes," Jess sympathized.
        "Well, Wes got Elaine on the rebound from Craig. Plus the
Mercedes Benz for awhile," Kit related.
        "O. Who's Craig?" Jess wondered, her step-father being of
the same name.
        "Pure Prairie League Craig."
        "O," the girls responded together. And they proceeded to
tumble on in the feathers.
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