The traffic was all backed up by the time they reached the beltway,
and Jess instructed Juli to take a left. Kit woke up and just smiled as he
snuggled into her lap, then looked up to her oh-so-close braless breasts
and her awesome smile beaming down upon him. He kissed her gennies
through her cutoffs and sat up.
        She pointed out Theodore Roosevelt Island on the D.C. map and
he grasped her point immediately. It took them another hour to reach the
island in the Potomac and find a place to park. Then Jess and Kit took
off for a stroll, the holojector set inside Pute's pack, and Flee and Julio
took their own walk. Our two finally found an open enough area, so
went into the trees and, with their gloves on, snuck the holojectors up to
the edge of the grass on two sides. Then they opted to "consecrate" the
site with sex.
        "A must for successful hologram projection," Jess smiled, pulling
her T-shirt up and off.
        "Trinity was successful," he recounted, though not meaning to
despoil the moment as he felt her ineffable mounds.
        "O, mister complain, are we? Anyway, Lion and Swan did it there
for us...did I forget to tell you that?" as she unzipped them both. He
laughed. But she was serious. Their spirits had told her that in one of
her visions and she had forgotten to mention it. So he taunted her about
how serious her lapse was and that she had to convince him again how
trustworthy she was. You know how that goes.
        The four of them met back at the Jeep, called the other guys, who
were already near the stage, and started the long walk to the Mall. Later,
as they were going up the hill to the Washington Monument, Jessy
mentioned to Kit, "I never did get that souvenir, Cody."
        He just let out a chuckle and shook his head before kissing her as
they walked arm in arm through the sea of humans laying down, sitting,
standing, walking, talking, cheering and listening to the music and talk
from the stage. There were people as far as they could see in every
direction.
        "This is parousial," Kit said.
        "Shu...we could paruse it for days," Jess came back, Flece and
Julio adding their expressions of awe too. Over three million had come,
the stage announced to the cheers, the sound of which boggled the
brain.
        They finally reached the stage area and eventually found the
"kids" and celebrated that. Jessy was loving the feeling of being that
close to the center of the excitement and was feeling strong urges of
wanting to perform some songs.
        "I wish I were good enough to go on," she quietly told Kit.
        "Good enough!..." he answered with a look of surprise, "your
humility inspires me, you know that?" and kissed her temple.
        "Well, then I guess if I were brave enough..." she came back.
        "I know what you mean, majesty..." he agreed.
        Then she got a spark. "Let's do call Bill!" she whispered into his
ear, kissed it and gave his lobe a gentle suck.
        "What's there to lose, huh?" he answered quietly, a little chill
going through him. "You think they'll just throw us in prison...or
torture us to death?"
        "He wouldn't do that to us."
        "Well, not you, anyway...Let's go find some privacy," he said.
        They asked Flee to come with them, then told the others that there
was something that they had to do and our three walked off to the East.
At the National Theater, and away from the throng, they called.
        Jessica told the secretary who answered - Betty - whom she was,
mentioning the state dinner, and waited on the line a few minutes.
        "Jessica?!" the President came on. Well, guess how that went.
William Jefferson invited them over, so they started toward the Mansion
after ditching into an alley to take off the wigs and wipe the mascara off
the girls' eyebrows.
        They were led in from a side gate to the House, then into an
elevator, rode with their escorts to the second floor, and were directed
to the private quarters and the rooms where Bill, his Family, the Second
Family, friends and staff were watching and listening to the concert and
speeches.
        "Jessica!" the Prez greeted her with a hug and Hollywood kiss,
then introductions were made all around after Hillary and Chel came
over to give their welcome backs, Bill explaining to all the rest how they
knew Jess and Kit and such.
        Our three were a little overwhelmed, especially Felecia, but
quickly relaxed by the P, who ordered them drinks - mint juleps - and
offered the buffet. The Fourth of farking July, God sakes, there with
the President in his home at his party. Yeah, just a little intimidating.
        "So, whattaya think, Jess?" Uncle Bill asked her.
        She gulped quietly, started gathering all her confidence, and
answered, "uh...sir...you ought to get all the governments together and
sign the Declaration," giving the Leader of the Free World a big
beautiful grin.
        Mister Bill let out a big belly laugh and replied, "right to the point,
A, young lady?" "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" was being
sung and played on the stage outside about that half-mile away.
        He added, "you sure got the stuff, Jessica...LORD did you get the
stuff!" And when the President of the United States says "Lord", most
especially on the Fourth, it seems to have a particular resonance or
something. And did.
        But she was not shaken. Or shaking. Flee was, though, but only a
little. Kit was pretty much eating it up. He had lived his life. He was
feeling that this could really be some kind of way to go. He was
concerned, though, for the girls' safety, not particularly in those
moments, but maybe ones in the not-too-distant-to-farther future.
Though Bill certainly did seem friend, not foe, as Sundance had
reported.
        "She's just an impressionable young angel, Mister President," the
Kitster proferred, smiling away, hoping to give the impression that Jess
was just parroting a winnowed WPG argument.
        "Well, Kit...yes she is an angel..." the President looked in her face,
"and she's young, all right..." forming a 'fwoo' or something like that
with his mouth and eyes, "and she may be impressionable..." and they
wondered what was coming, "...but she's right!" and the Prez looked at
them all seriously. "I just wish I could do what you want, Jessy."
        "You could take the position for the United States...sir...and lead
the rest of the world to it," Jess lept on. Fearless. She was fearless. And
Kit and Felecia were just as impressed as the others there.
        Al - the Vice President - volunteered, "the WPG position could be
calamitous, Jessica...it might even start a world-wide war."
        They talked on about the whole thing, Jess, Kit and Flee sounding
like WPG organizers or something like. Bill and others were on their
side, but just not able to commit to doing anything about it, the
unfortunate conclusion.
        Jess brought up that the WPG had majority signatures. And a
staffer brought up that she, and probably all three of them, must
definitely be involved in the effort. WPG-ers, most verily. And
WPG-ers were being sought by the government. But Bill quieted him
and assured our guys that they were safe, in the PG or not. They
talked on more, as the trio thought of everything that might persuade,
convince or even help Uncle Bill. That staffer, though, asked if they
knew anything about the WPO that Julio Iglesias had mentioned at the
concert that first weekend. They gave a big denial. But no cock crowed
thrice, they noticed, thankfully. Then he brought up their work in Asia
and China, specifically their going to the Foreign Minister for the jail
"break", stating it could be easily construed as private citizens meddling
in foreign relations which, of course, is against the law.
        Jessy promptly answered, "we were volunteers. So what!"
        Bill said, "I think it's great how you're spending the fortune out of
your mine," smiling at them. Well, that set our three back a stroke. But
the P assured them again not to worry, adding, "you've paid your taxes
on it....People are allowed to get rich, especially in the United States."
And he asked them some questions about it.
        Jess brought it back to the WPG. She said to the Prez, "maybe
you should meet with the Execs...if their safety would be guaranteed."
        Bill told her, "I wish it could be that easy, Jessy. There are some
wanting me to do that to identify them for prosecution." He continued,
explaining all the study that had to be done on the whole question,
anyway, before they could even think of responding.
        "History will pass you by, then," Jess boldly predicted. "And that's
awful sad."
        Well, it was hot. And muggy. The doors to the balcony and all the
windows were open so the music and speeches could waft into the
Mansion. "Right Here, Right Now, Watching The World Wake Up
From History" was being played on the stage out beyond the Ellipse.
Jess was ready to go, dejected. Bill tried again to hire her. After her
polite refusal, that staffer mentioned that if they met again with Hua -
or any other foreign official - they would most probably be prosecuted.
The President could only muster an, 'I may not be able to stop it' look.
        "We were getting our friends out of a Chinese prison!" Jess
repeated, almost in anger. "Christ!"
        Bill consoled her, "I know, Jessica. I know how it feels. Now you
see what I'm up against."
        She went over to him and hugged him, letting a few tears loose.
"I'm sorry, Mister President."
        "It's OK...It's OK, Jess...don't be too discouraged. You're doing a
great thing. And great things aren't easy to do," patting her back, then
kissing her head. "And I told you to call me Bill."
        "I didn't mean any disrespect, sir."
        "O heck...I know that. I just wish I could be more comfort...or
help." They let go of each other, but held hands and looked in each
other's faces. Kit was writing a check.
        "O, you are comforting some...sir. But, well, I guess it's time for
us to go," she said.
        "Are you sure you can't stay?" the Prez offered.
        "O...I'm not sure enough about too much around now...but it feels
like it's time for us to go," she repeated, sounding pretty deflated.
        Kit handed Bill their check for a quarter-million. It was '95, the
'96 campaign right around the bend. Kitster had left "pay to the order
of" blank.
        "That's a lot of generosity there, Kit...wouldn't you say, Al? This
is sure much appreciated." Al agreed with ample enthusiasm. The Prez
added, "I certainly hope we'll stay in touch," looking at Jessy, then
Flece, and went over to them for another hug.
        Then the girls hugged around the room, except for that dang
staffer. The guys gave their farewells and thanks for listening and Bill
walked them to the elevator and told them, "we're for you guys...and'll
do what we can."
        Jessy felt better with that, saying, "we'll hold you to that" and
gave him a kiss on his cheek, and he kissed hers, and it was the same
with Flee, then Kit got another shake.
        They were escorted out of the Mansion and slowly walked back
to the stage area, not even bothering with the wigs, rejoined the guys
and "came down", just listening to the music and talk, holding each
other. Jess thought about seeing if she could do a song, but knew they
really couldn't use the publicity or any following. She was frustrated,
but happy in Kit's and Flee's arms.

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