Jess and Kit went to the cabin to get the planes, first arranging
the charter of a Lear Jet and crew out of Albuquerque for early
morning, then asked Pute what he had come up with for them and his
best choice was a turbo'd Navajo Chieftain for just over $24o,ooo, also
in 'Querque. And they could take it that night. Puter told them the
paperwork was a snap, the keys were in an all-night office and the ship
had just been annualed. Quite the deal.
        They gave him the go-ahead to put in their offer. Then Jess
started typing: "Lost your attitude over the years? Go to Monument
Valley..."
        "What's that for?" Cody put his arms around her and kissed her
ear, having another total rapture because she was there in his arms.
        "Got an idea for a radio ad," she answered him, sounding a little
Beatle-ish, which is Cockney, though I could be wrong and have been,
and she kept typing. Her ad rolled through a list of the performers - the
"Original Americans Band", Joni, Dylan, Carol, Simon, Garfunkle,
Santana, Clapton, Judy, Joan, Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young, Emmy Lou,
Taylor, Kristofferson, Nelson, Paul, George, Ringo, Julian, Browne,
Petty, Country Joe, The Fish, Buffet, Linda, Bonnie, Ricky Lee, Sheryl,
Chrissy, Motown, Mellencamp, the blues, all the bands, good God, it
just goes on forever - and she finished it with, "...Bring water and your
Souls. And get your attitudes and Spirits back to where they belong."
Then she suggested they send a live-feed "Concert Network" from the
Village to FM stations.
        "Wow!" Kit was very obviously impressed. "Send it!" So she did -
the ad and the idea. To Sundance.
        They were planning to get into Cincinnati before sunrise, so had to
leave by midnight, meaning leaving the ranch by ten. And the sun was
down. They went back out to fiesta and everyone was eating, drinking,
smoking, or not, playing horseshoes in the deep dusk, or with the horses
or other animals around the yard and pond, strolling around, talking,
sitting, standing, grilling, or just laying down. Up there in Paradise. And
the boys got the bonfire ceremony together, lighting the newspaper torch
with another dedicated puro, to the cheers of everyone amidst the
flying champagne corks.
        Jess got asked to play some more, naturally. So they all joined her
and mused around the bonfirelight, the stars everywhere in that new
moon sky out there up there. The Milky Way flowing over. Meteors
flashing every direction. The animals voicing their content. Kermit and
friends croaking on. And the "Casa Band" sounded just most
outstanding that hour before our guys had to pack. Of course, it got
darn cool in the dark. The girls all had goose bumbs on their hoots and
elsewhere by the time the menfolk offered their shirts or anydamthing.
        "Nice set, precious," Kit said to Jessy on their way to the cabin,
Flee with them, arm in arm in arm.
        "Thank you darlin'. Music sure is a great way to go," she smiled,
her head down in humility.
        "As opposed to what, stardom? Um, I didn't mean the music."
        She punched him just for principles. Back in the bedroom, they
found "Al" and "Joan" levitating and copulating as Putey "programmed"
away on Cyby.
        "I thought Alexander the Great was gay," Jess laughed.
        "Guess we'll have to rename 'm," Kit answered, reaching for his
satchel in the closet, "besides, Alex was broken, in the end, by the
insanity of absolute power, they say....But Joan, there, could turn
anyone from gay I bet."
        "Looks like Puto's really relatin' there on that absolute power
thing...woo!" Flece added as they stared at the images orgasming
together, each changing from female to male and back while slowly
rolling longitudinally in the air.
        "Dam, can we try that?" Jess was giggling.
        "Well, we could pad up the cabin of our Navajo and program Pute
to pilot a long parabolic arc..." Kit came back.
        "Jeezuz...I was just kidding, Hotey. God, though..." and Jess gave
him a silently laughing look of 'hale yeah, why not?'
        "You guys are sickening," Flee sassed.
        "We'd want you to do it with us now, Fleegirl," Jessy answered
her, went over and kissed Felecia's breasts sticking out of her bikini top.
        "Mmmm, allrighty then..." Flee moaned in the pleasure.
        Well, in a few they were packing. No time for sex. O no. Not a
minute to spare at the point. Then Jess had a surprise for the ole man.
She modeled the wigs Flece had bought for them in Santa that day they
had returned from Alaska. Black and Auburn they were.
        "You still love me in black?" she teased Kit, trying that one on.
        "Yuk," he joked. Then she took off her bikini. "O yeah, now
I like it," he smiled. Then she put the wig between her - God - thighs.
To dies for. Pine for. Wine and dine and fly for. And he cracked up.
        "Yeah, I think I'll go black," she tweaked.
        "You the chillist, homegirl," Flece chuckled as she got naked to
change too.
        Jess added, "edge is edge, huh, rockheads?"
        Cody was still laughing, then got an idea. He went into the
bathroom and started cutting, then shaved his beard clean off as the
girls watched and commented. Then Jess and Flee patted on baby powder
where his beard had been to assuage the assault on his skin. And after,
he packed his glasses into the flightcase.
       "Edge rules," Jess remarked, feeling his bare face. Liking it. Loving
it, in fact. Kissed it gently, she did, being that it was rare raw like the
babe's virtual buttocks.
        So, they got ready and set and felt badly to have to disconnect
Puteromeo from Cy. He hadn't finished all the programming, he
pleaded. She hadn't finished "hello". But they could modem. And our
heros set up The Girl for receiving as best she could, though Kit was
feeling a little lateness on that project. Days, maybe weeks or worse
late.
        "Hotey?..." Jess said.
        "Hey..."
        "What's Y2K about?"
        He was surprised she even knew about it, it being 1995 as it was.
        "Where'd you hear about that?" he queried as he continued to add
some programming to Cygirl.
        "O, some geek computer engineer guy we know," she answered.
        "Year two thousand, precious. You knew that, right?" he said as
he made sure Cy was ready.
        "Oooo...I thought it was 'yahoo 2 kunts'," Flece interjected with
a cooing smile on her face, giving Kit and Jess a laugh.
        "Cunt is with a 'C', you fucking moron," Jess added for encore
laughs, though they were of those kind that friends keep buckled up to
show how cool they are. "She flunked computer lab," Jess continued
the joke, the joke being that Flece had pulled Jess through that
particular subject over the span of their high school and college years
together. "Well, anyway, the old mainframes and chips are going to
crash on New Years Day 2000 and throw the world into chaos, right?"
she finished.
        "Hey, you're the fucking moron," Flee continued the joke as she
continued packing for herself and Jess.
        When his contained laugh calmed down, Buffalo said, "well, that's
what some are saying, darlin'. So I think it's...another reason for us to
pursue this, um...fantasy government thing, you know, so we might have
a chance to get rid of the fucking bombs before the computers let 'm fly
...though I don't think that's going to happen...hell, I don't know
preciouses, maybe it'll be Billy Gates' personal virtual world then...Um,
we should really get going now, though," he ended.
        Jess closed the physical gap between her and he, then pulled Flee
in with them, kissed them each on their lips, then said, as they stood
together there touching body to body to body and looking eyes to eyes
to eyes in the space where the computers' hologramic sexual organs had
been united, "hay..."
        Kit and Flee both softly 'hayed' Jessy back.
        "We're going to do this," Jessica whispered back. And they
followed her lead on putting their lips together again with their eyes
open on their eyes as their bodies rubbed together.
        "Have I mentioned how much I...revere...you two," Cody
whispered back.
        "No..." Jessy answered, then added, "he hasn't, has he, cowgirl?
...has he told you this when I wasn't around?..." And Flee shook her
smiling face in a 'no'. Nope, they weren't going to let serious go too far.
Maybe never.
        Kit just bowed his head as he shook it, smiling, then pulled it back
up and kissed each of them again together as their souls came back that
close again for that.

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