They had forgotten a market check for two days. You know how
things can slip the mind. Well, they were up another eight million.
Dinero. So they decided on prepaying that interest payment, plus getting
a month ahead, then sent the remainder to the funds with more borrowed
money. Then they checked on the agents and Pute gave them a big all
clear.
        Flece asked, "Kit...Hotey...dude...how did you learn...all this?"
her naked body just one awesome vision to his eyes.
        "Aw heck, precious," he answered, "I just bought some security
software a while back and worked on it with Pute ever since...learning
code and such...plus I have a friend who works at Los Alamos...and got
some recent input from Ed. Did you guys know that hackers can get into
government defense systems two thirds of the time?"
       "Jeezuz...no I didn't," Jess answered, "but, sooo...does that mean
they can get into ours?"
        "I don't know, precious...est...est..." her naked body giving his
glans another jolt of whatever that is that goes right to the libido. What
chemical is that, A? And he added, "but they haven't yet."
       "God, Kit...you're a genius," Flece kind of sort of swooned a little,
though Kit didn't really call it that as much as Jessy did when they told
me about that conversation; Felecia, though, admitted that her attraction
for Kit was growing at the time.
        "Naw, sweetheart..." he answered the best friend of the love of all
of his lives as he looked again at Jess, "it's just applied inspiration," and
kissed Jessica like no tomorrow, and then leaned over a little more and
kissed her best friend like there was no yesterday either.
        Stefi and Ev came out of the bathroom all refreshed and remarked
about how happy they were. Well, that gladdened our three even more
as they sauntered off to the bathroom for their turns on the throne and
in the suds. And when they came out all happy 38 minutes later they
jumped into bed again with their friends. Yeah. Now that, deephearts,
is living.
        They could have thought that they could never win their quest in
a thousand years. They could have thought about getting out then,
satisfied with the fund's work, the concert and the idea gotten out. But,
they say in all seriousness that they did not have a thought like that. Not
at that point, anyway. And there they were with how many more people
and dollars on the way. They were in it. Every bit of all three of them.
As were all their friends, even though their friends did not know exactly,
maybe, what it was that they were in. In fact, none of them really did
know at all.
       Our guys even prattled away about the law suit as they loved on
with Stefani and Evan on top of those feathers. Class action: People of
the World v. All Governments. Amazing, though, how things had
changed in such short shrift (the gerund or whatever of shrive, I guess),
Kit ruminated, while Jessy was on top of him: almost all countries had
become democracies by '95 of the 20th Century. But our guys just
loved the law suit idea and were believing together that it could help
make the difference. So they fleshed out the charges of malfeasance of
office, extortion and murder and whatever else they could come up with
as they copulated together there in all of their flesh. Stef and Ev were
wondering why the guys were talking about that as they coitused
alongside their friends, but did not really mind a bit as Flee participated
in their ecstasy with them.
      "Getting rid of war won't make the world perfect," Jessica elocuted
as she rested on Kit after an orgasm, "but it'll sure help one dam fuck
of a lot!" And she reached out and fondled Evan's peter.
        "One dam fuck!" Flece seconded as she came with Stefi and Evan.
And they all "one dam fucked" everything the rest of that night.
        Kit was feeling serious, though. He knew that there would be some
fighting and dying over this thing before it was all over. He just hoped to
God, the spirits, the saints, the gods and goddesses and whomever that
he could keep Jessy and Flece and every one of his friends safe. But he
did not bring that up. He actually prayed inside his brain, though, as they
laid there sated all together. He prayed that he be taken instead of
anyone else. He one dam fuck started the thing. He should pay first and
foremost. He knew, though, that that wasn't the way things usually work.
And that is why he was imploring the Chief and Swan to lobby for a
waiver for him on just that one thing.
        They had a lot to come to that night. And by God they did. And
slept. But by the crack of daylight, Jess was checking the weather on
Pute and felt like she was watching the spirits' touches on things, besides
getting information for their trip home. Then she remembered that she
had a valedictorian to put together, so started accumulating those
thoughts. And they needed to talk out how they were going to do home,
besides get there. But she let Kit sleep.
        She wanted to thank the spirits for the Platinum and all, but had
missed an opportunity that night before, she thought. They had never
seen them during the day. So she vowed that she would get the message
to them that coming night. Somehow. And continued checking the
weather and forecasts like some corporate flight department exec while
she worked on her speech inside of that awesomely beautiful head of
hers.
        She contacted Sundance and learned that Warren Beatty and
Annette Benning were there at R's in New Mexico, helping directly. Some
paparazzi knew they were there too, but the Hollywooders knew them
well enough to give them some bucks to keep things fairly quiet. Sunny
and the others might be suspected WPG, Pute was advising, because of
their extra activity of late, so Jess passed  that on. The Redman had
presumed it was just a matter of time for that anyway, but appreciated
the notice.
        Warren and Annette were volunteering to stay and help Sundance
take the heat and lightning, too. Jess loved it to death, while her partners
all slept around her as she commed with the top. She was just a little
impressed with herself. She let out how big a fan she was of all of them.
And they sent back a funny thanks. And they commed on about the
day's message to the White House - that one was just about the
economics. The trillion for defense every year was only three to four
percent of the world's economy. Not a big change. And the job of
keeping peace could be done for what, $5o to $1oo billion a year?
Hello.
        Hell, the President was under the gun. Poor Bill. The military-
industrial complex had taken over the decision making on the situation
- of course, when were they ever not in charge of any threat to their
existence or their numbers. The Oval was stuck. Uncle Bill, their fellow
rockheadian, was stuck with the status quo, unable to respond. And
Pute was giving her all that skinny as well.
       She adiosed the Xecs after a little more com and tapped out some
notes into Puter for her 'dictorian as the other four slowly woke and
wanted sex. She did too. She is partial nymph, you might recall.
        It was Memorial Day. Pute was reminding them on the screen,
but none of them were paying attention during those moments.
Remembrance of all the sacrifices of way too many good and young
people at the altar of war. They talked about it at breakfast, but no one
had any war stories. Kit's Vietnam had been the Phillipines (yea, there's
more). Julian had been in Mexico up until ten years before. And everyone
else was too young or WAY too young. Is that a Chinese dinner?
        There was Maria's revolution story, though. But everyone knew
it. Though it sure was a heart tugger as they thought about that.
        So Cody brought up what the war veterans must feel on Memorial
Day - especially those of World War Two, which seems this century's
watershed on war, besides the Cold War. The facing of death practically
every day for years, at least by some. "Just think of how those flyers in
the B-17s must have felt," he said. "God, the guys in D-Day, and all the
battles on the way to Rome, Berlin and Tokyo," he added. "Of course,
then there are the guys in the trenches of World War One...."
        "Awesome..." Jessica realized, "just awesome, sweetheart. We are
all so lucky...and what all of them did was as heroic as anything in
history....well, except Jesus, I guess. Let's call Alaska, honey."
        So they did and wished Wi and Orvy happy Memorial Day and
listened to their words of wisdom for awhile. And thanked them for what
the heck they went through. And Kit told both Wiley and Orville that he
wished his parents or even a dang grade or high school teacher had told
him to read everything there is to read on World War Two. For
punishment, if nothing else.
       Wiley answered, "I didn't know you could read, rockhead."
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