On the way back from the airport, all of them in Jul's truck,
Jess on Kit's lap and Es on Flee's in the middle, Julian asked them
why had they repainted and renumbered Juliet and why were they
flying her down to Santa. So they filled he and Essy in on the
agent and how it was from no reason at all since Lunken, Jess
explaining how it could just be someone interested in her or
whatever - Kit just shrugging over at Jul, himself surmising that it
had something to do with their White House visit - and they
assured their partners that they were just playing it safe and it
wasn't anything they couldn't handle and that they would keep the
family competely safe from any trouble.
        That satisfied Julian, but he told Kit that they would back
the guys up all the way, if necessary, if anything happened. And
they shared a love moment, there all scrunched together in the
cab, all of them telling each other how much they appreciated
and cared for each other, capped off by a hearty shake between
the men across the sea of breasts there jiggling braless between
them.
        Then Jul mentioned that they could reach $10 million in
Gold manana and asked Kit about the pickup plan. So Kit told
them that BR would call the Treasury and be at the ranch for the
pickup, which would be made as secretly as possible. And they
were talking about the money and joking with each other about
the lack of room in the cab when the police lights went on behind
them. They were on the outskirts of town.
        "Carumba!" Julian griped as he pulled over. Kit thought
about his gun, which was back home.
        The officer was Hispanic, State Police and polite. He told
them he had pulled them over for too many passengers and lack
of safety belt use and shined his light all seriously around inside
the cab, looking for beer, drugs or what, then shined it on the girls'
faces and parts.
        Jul talked a little Spanish with him, but the officer was much
more interested in the young ladies being with the old men. Jess
told him that Kit was her uncle and the rest of the lies or truth as
Julian got out his license, registration and insurance proof. The
girls were trying to talk the trooper out of the tickets, assuring him
that they were all fine, and Kit told him that they had had a
"vehicle" breakdown - thinking how police like the word "vehicle".
But the officer wrote away. They didn't want to risk bribery, either.
So, less for his pocket. But it's what he was waiting for. He was
cool. In the end, though, he handed Jul the tickets with a smile.
        They were soon back on their way, relieved, after Flee and
Es had jumped in the bed to satisfy the patrolman and after Jess
had suggested that they could get the seatbelts all the way around
each pair of wastes. But apparently he was wanting the girls in the
bed. Male nature, the girls joked later. Even though more
dangerous. Jul stopped as soon as the huda was out of view and
the girls hopped in again and Jess lit up a puro she had stashed in
a breast pocket and they passed it around, swaring Essy to secrecy
from Maria.
        Back at the ranch, they partied at Ri and Jul's a while longer,
and Maria could smell the marijuana residue, but just smiled. Kit
stayed sober, though, so Jess did too, and Flece as well. Then our
three WPO'ers checked messages back at their cabin after the
buenas nocheses.
        Everything was quiet, Puter told them, except for the pressure
on the Oval Office from all the governments wanting identification
of the WPG. And the Oval had no hot leads. Then P showed them
good cloud cover all the way to Santa on real-time weather, so they
devised their flight plan, went out and got "2000 Papa", with the
new brown and red trim, all checked out and ready. And his paint
was dry. So they opened up the barn and pulled and pushed
"Poppy" out.
        They got in, with the others looking on from the porch, and,
after start, warmup and waves, took off lightless into the dark and
flew, gogs on Kit, around the North end of the Truchas and on the
deck down to Espanola's dirt strip, deserted at that hour of night,
landed, turned on the lights, flew normally to Santa and parked on
the ramp, telling the line guy that they had just bought the plane
and would like the monthly ramp rate.
        Back in Kit's truck, Jess was leaning over Flece when they
reached the same outskirts of town. O god dam. The girls' hands
all over everyone's erogenous zones as Jess sucked on Kit. And
his free hand everywhere. Hayzoos. And Jess told him that Flee
had something to tell him. Yep, partial nymph herself. Well, he
confessed that he was too, plus a Scorpio, as they came all over
that cab, Kit swerving a few times as they went up the canyon
road. Tsk tsk.
        They worked on Jessy's music on into the morning hours
over in Mari and Jul's with everyone, partying away on Frog,
smoke and a little of Kit's coke the three shared with the newlys.
Kit asked Julian if he could get them two more pairs of night
viz gogs as they celebrated on. Jul returned a, "rog-O, Waldo".
        Well, they did have $10 million of Gold by late the next day,
so Kit called BR to set up the pickup. Kit's stocks were still pulling
in profits of thousands, to tens of, every weekday too. But that
shrank to almost oblivion in comparison to the $2.6M they would
each - Kit and Jul - reap after taxes, Jess's $1M before tax and
BR's share. And it would only take a week or so for the second
10!
        The party was plenty hearty. Jess, though, was feeling that
Mari should have her share, but Ri said that she was muy happy
with the deal. Jessy thought about the kids and newlyweds next,
but they were all going to get their shares up the road. She was
stuck with her million, they all joked with her. But Flee agreed to
relieve her of fifty grand, just to make her feel better.
        Sonia and Emilio were also young, beautiful and handsome,
of course. Had those just-married touches, too. They were given
Julio's room, Juli not minding the couch. And they all decided that
instead of a new cabin right away, they would just build on a bed
and bath off Ri and Jul's living room, itself a good 40-by-40.
        They talked those days of the families they would have there
in the future, Jess even hinting her proclivities for that, to Kit's, uh,
surprise. They played a lot of music and all of them felt like they
were becoming Jessy's band. And she felt like she had found her
band. So serenely serendipitous, it all was. All of them could play
a bunch of instruments, to be sure. And could definitely sing. So
they named themselves "The Casa Band".
        Meanwhile, our ole WPO'ers were feeling like they were
really going to see the WPG do it! Things were pretty stalemated,
but time seemed on their side. They were feeling super confident.
And they were exquisitely happy. "This is the way life's supposed
to be," was Jess's latest phrase and song.
        She and Flee thought about their having to return to school
to finish and graduate. So, one of those days they got on Puter,
rang up school and got the University to agree to let them finish
up over the net. They both already were a year ahead.
        Kit was bonkers she wanted to stay. And both of them, to
boot. He was "lala-gaga-caca", in fact, again. The girls were very
happy too, they answered him. And that's what counted most to
Kit. O yeah.
        Ole "Chippy", of course, was always cybering on in his own
happy virtual camper way. They had become so dependent on him,
in fact, that they decided they had better make a backup. So that
next day they took a buying trip, flying the 310 over to Los Alamos,
then down to Albuquerque and, after getting back, met BR at "La
Fonda" in Santa on the plaza.
        He had their corporation papers for their signatures and the
piece - the pedazo - of paper for Kit, Julian and Maria to sign: BR's
power of attorney for the Gold pickup scheduled for 10A manana.
They ordered some champagne and Jess toasted first, lifting her
glass, "to how many days now, Hotey?"
        "Nine...I think, maj..." and recounted in his mind.
        "Well...you're right. Lucky's more like it, though," she smiled.
"This is the most that's ever happened to me in nine days....what
do you think, cowgirl?"
        "What'd you say, cowlady...nine years?" Flece twanged,
smiled and clanged her glass with Jessy's.
        "How 'bout you, Kit?" BR joined in as he touched his glass
to the girls'.
        "Yip," Code answered happily and pinged his glass against
the others'.
        Jess breathed out a laugh of surprise and looked at Flee, then
BR, then sassed, "yip is all he said...did I hear right?" Those two
confirmed her appraisal with smiley head bobs and Jess added, "is
that all this comes down to for ya, Cody?...yip?!"
        BR and Flece laughed softly and Kit defended himself: "nuh
unh..." he smiled, "I meant it's the most...and best...that's ever
happened to me too...in nine days...nine dogyears...or nine lives..."
turning to his lawyer for help, BR returning a 'don't ask me for
help on that' look. "It's pure Heaven, BR. If you think of Heaven
...it's it."
        "I can see them, Kit," and raised his glass again to the girls.
        They raised theirs back at the boys and Jess said, "well,
enough about us. What do you think about the concert coming up,
BR?...What's BR stand for, by the way?"
        "It's a long story, Jess," he smiled back at her, "...um, you
mean Monument Valley?"
        "Yeah!"
        "I think it's brilliant!...A terrific cause, a great place; I sent
some money already. What do you think?"
        "Fantastic! We sent some too. We should send some more,
Hotey," she smiled at Kit, and he gave her a smiling nod back.
        "Why do you call him 'Hotey', Jess?" BR wondered.
        "O...long story," she giggled back.
        "Touche...so, what are you all going to do with your
corporation, if I may ask?" BR giving Flece another admiring look
as he took another sip of the 'pagne.
        "O, it's just going to be a holding company for now," Kit told
him, "...for the money."
        "But we've talked about airplanes...and music...and stuff,"
Jess practically whispering to BR as she leaned over some toward
him, sitting next to her at their round table.
        "Well, you guys are amazing," he commented back and let
out a little breath as he got a closer look at Jessy's face, then
looked at Flece sitting on his other side, got the same pleasure and
winked with a big grin. Cannot blame a man for trying.
        They thanked him for the compliments and Jess made a
toast to him: "to the best darn lawyer in the country!" and they
talked on. And BR told them quietly - and no one was too near -
that the money would be transferred from the government to a
bank account in his trust at 10A, then confidentially transferred,
minus his hundred thousand share and taxes, to Kit, Julian and
Maria's corporate account.
        Their fond farewells came soon after that and our three
drove back to the ranch, talking over how much to send the
concert fund and came up with a million. Anonymous. They
would borrow it on their "Triumph" funds after the next day's
transactions, and wondered whether to send it in chunks or all
at once and decided on the latter, thinking it might spark more
contributions. There was already a pre-concert album in the
works with the headline performers that would raise millions.
Celebrities and business leaders were already giving large sums.
But no one had sent a million yet, to their knowledge. The guys
also decided to invest all their bucks in the market, to make
more to contribute, until they came up with other use for it.
         Julian and Maria were going to try to buy back Maria's
old family hacienda in the Yucatan with their money, the guys
learned when they got home. Their partners, though, would stay
at Truchas until the Gold, at least, was all out, they were telling
our three, then would come back for the summers and the Silver,
probably, planning up the road; and they all went through how
they would miss each other, though it turned into jokes.
        They all had kind of a subdued evening, a little anxious and
wanting to be clear-minded for the morning. Our three said an
early good night and stopped in the barn to clear all remnants of
Juliet-Papa out of there, in case their morning visitors were going
to force a check of the place, perhaps having word and
authorization from some agency or someone, Kit pondered.
Then they walked arm in arm in arm over to the cabin.
        They worked on what companies to buy stock in the next
few days and nights, including that night, and Kit got out the
holograph projector that he had been working on - over 9 nights
before - and began assembling it. The girls figured out what it
was and wanted to help, asking him all the questions, realizing it
was their secret weapon - or one. A bunch of projectors that
hadn't even been built. HAD to be built. And weren't. He hadn't
been ready when he had started, the girls chattered, while they
threw themselves into it. But he was saying that they had plenty
of time. "Heck, it's still April!" And they realized well, yeah, it
sure was, but....
        So they worked on number two while Jess brought up flying
around to see the West. Short story, they concluded they would
have enough time to build the rest when they got back. Besides,
they shouldn't hang around in case the suits do check out the
ranch. But, then, they agreed they couldn't leave all the mine and
ranch work to their pards. The Gold should be gotten out while
the gettting was good. So they concluded that they would stay as
long as it was safe for them to do so and hopefully would stay
undisclosed, since Treasury would know some things. Though
that joke turned into "undisclothed".
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