Genie - account part 5

Trip To Washington State

to see Red Moose

Hi!

We're back! Again!

Well, continuing! Both my hands are cramped up to tiny little balls by now.
Hmm, kinda good for fisting somebody...
Worst case of writer's cramp I've ever seen!

Gol-dang! It's taking a long time to write this! Who'd a-thunk that two hours of talking would have taken two months to write? Well, a month-and-a-half; but still, that seems like a long time!

Well anywho, below, I'm about to meet someone really, really sweet. She's so sweet, she makes my teeth hurt! And I guess it proves, "sigh", that I am part lesbian. When they wired my brain, I think they forgot that the blue wire goes here, and the red wire goes there! Eh, cheap labor! Whataya gonna do?
Oh well, here goes...

The lady who came out to service me reminded me of Indira, somewhat, but bigger. She had smooth, shining, black hair which was cut a little less than shoulder-length and with bangs and a cute single wave. (Draw her please, Mr. Sysop, when you get the time, in accordance to the admittedly crude sketch I emailed you. A penciling will do.) She had these big, brown eyes but not the same... uh... brightness of Indira's; no, no, no... not as big as Indira's; Oh! I'm not good at descriptions. She looked a bit Chinese, yeah, kinda like a "souped up" Chinese in size and possibly, strength. Well... anyway I'll just tell you I later found out she's a Yakama Indian, whose home is on that reservation I flew over. So, whatever they look like! But keep in mind, I would not KNOW she was a Yakama Indian until quite a while later...
At any one time during this account, I never knew for sure exactly where I was. I have no flight instrumentation, and am not going by highway signs. I just approximately approach major towns and go by their lights, if at night, or built-up areas if by day. I might have been somewhere around Yakima city, or one of its parts, or burgs. At the moment, I assumed the lady servicing me was probably another Indian from India, or perhaps, a well built Chinese.
Anyway, continuing the description, she had lovely, light, reddish-brown skin. She was five-feet-eleven, pretty tall there, and built well, like about a good 160 pounds, if not, 170. She had a black, sleeveless t-shirt on, and her arms looked firm, with even, some muscle. She wore low-rider jeans. Wow! She looked like fun! I could imagine going with her on hikes, canoe rides, cycling and other fun outdoors stuff. And she was looking me up and down too!

Well, I filled out my info as usual, including the license number and description of my Father's car. Well, I have to put something.

"You need help with your luggage?", she asked.
"Nah, I can do it", I replied, as I picked up my two suitcases and Jasmine. I mishandled Jasmine and she fell on the floor. I put down the suitcases to pick her up, while the lady servicing me came out from behind the desk and picked up Jasmine, offering again, "Really, I can help you take these to your room".

I began to say, "It's okay, I can do it", when my mind, or maybe spirit, or maybe even guide, stopped me with, "Let her do it, dummy! Maybe you can 'meet' her!"
So I cheerfully replied, "Okay! Thank you!"

"YO! TOM!", that lady commanded with a powerful voice that startled even me, "Cover for me!"
Out from an office or something came a tallish, slenderish fellow with dark skin and black hair, to tend to guests, should any come in while the lady tending me was away. I wouldn't have minded a little fun with him, but, he was definitely under orders!...
Man! She sounded like someone with authority! I certainly wouldn't disobey her! He sure wasn't!

She held Jasmine my carpet, almost lovingly. In a loving tone of voice which certainly was much softer than that martial tone I just heard, she said, "Mmm, she's warm, for some reason. Is this some special kind of rug?"
"She's a... uh, it's a; an authentic Persian carpet, truly perhaps, from Persia... uh, which is called Iran now, although I don't like that name. I have had her, er, it for twenty years, since I was five... years old".
"Oh, you may certainly refer to this as her, if you wish. She has the spirit put in to her by the one who made her. And a special spirit, I feel..."
"Wow!", I commented, impressed by this lady's perceptive abilities, "That's really... the way I feel too!"...

This gal handled the weight of Jasmine easily. It was obvious, this gal had some serious strength; she was no pansy. She certainly looked it.

As she led me to the elevator (for just three stories? Come on! And with her obvious fitness and strength! Oh well, I'll not push my "stair preference" all the time), and on up to my room (notice I'm always getting upper floor rooms; just a little thing of mine); As we used the elevator and on to my room, I went through the usual spiel about the way, when five years old, I caused such a ruckus over getting Jasmine the carpet, and that was the only fuss I ever made a ruckus as a child, and yak, yak, yak. I have already said it here many times.
By the time we got to my room, she was well introduced.

She lovingly leaned Jasmine into a corner as I directed, and then showed me where to place and helped me place my suitcases.

Due to my bending over in my micro-skirt with no undies (something I really should be a little more cautious about), she noticed my "ventilated" dressing style. She asked, surprisingly boldly too, I might add, but sweetly, "I see you do not believe in underwear. I don't either, but, doesn't society give you a hard time over the shortness of your skirt?"
"All the dam time! But screw them! It's comfortable. And healthy!"
"That-a-girl!", she enthusiastically agreed.

It appeared she and I were quite possibly on the "same frequency"...
Perhaps as tongue-tied as a shy guy asking a girl for a date, I was looking for words to ask her to come here to visit me.
Finally, I just came out and asked her, "Before you go, I wanted to ask... I'm here alone, traveling alone and stuff, could you possibly... um, come here to my room tonight? Or maybe, in the morning? I would so much like to have your company!"

Possibly surprised by that, she stood quietly, and turned to me, with those big, oriental-looking brown eyes, smiled sweetly and replied, "Okay... sure! I... well, I must make certain arrangements... one of which, is to ask you a favor... uh, since you are inviting me yourself... I normally go home with others in someone else's car... I would have to give up the ride. Then, it will be you, who has to take me home. Is, is that okay?"
"Certainly!", I eagerly replied, without thinking, how am I going to "drive" her anywhere, I don't really have a car myself. My mind hastily scrambled up "you can call and pay for a taxi to take her".
"Okay!", she sung delightfully, smiling, and with those pretty, brown eyes. She added, "I get off at midnight. I will come here about, oh, ten to twenty minutes after midnight!"
"All right!", I replied enthusiastically, then I asked, "Uh, what's your name? What do you like to go by?"
"Yvonne, yeah, call me Yvonne! It means 'archer', like, a warrior woman!"
"Okay, Yvonne! And, I'm Genie, maybe you saw from my app. Well thank you! See ya after midnight!"
"See you, Genie!", she replied, and then left.

Why do I get the feeling that, for most of the people I meet, they're giving me "different" names, or maybe like, "handles" or something. I think that since I'm totally new to them, and they know I don't know their normal life, these folks like to give me names they'd like to be called. Bill is the only one who gave me his complete, real name, but then I changed it, to protect his identity, and to not associate the behavior of the Bill in my account, with any particular name, realizing of course, that many male readers of this, perhaps do not want to be associated with the likes of such a "mamma's boy" as sweet Bill was.

Later, as I passed through the lobby on the way to a restaurant for supper, she was ordering somebody around. Her orders were firm-sounding, but polite, if obeyed. I... wouldn't advise going against her orders!

I had to walk about 2000 feet to get to the restaurant, a distance most would have used a car for, but I loved walking. The cool, dry air swirling up under my skirt felt refreshing... I always say that, but gosh! You know, I just think going in a fairly short skirt with no underwear is just plain healthy! One doesn't have to wear these extreme short skirts like me, but just, any kind of skirt or dress. So ladies, unless you're dealing with your period or something like that, leave those undies at home! And wear skirts or dresses, short, mid or long, doesn't matter.
Well anyway, I love the weather in these northwestern areas, and it feels good to walk. And if some shit-head attacks me, so help me, I'll snap his dam neck back!

I had my usual three whole meals and a huge dessert, and brought home yet another dessert. I was a minor spectacle for waiter and the few guests alike, both for my body, skimpy attire, and for the amount of vittles I could vacuum up. I returned to the hotel and my room. As I passed by the lobby, things were quiet. Yvonne called out to me in a strong but cheerful voice, "Hi Genie! See you in a little while!"
"Oh yes! I'll be looking forward to it, Yvonne!", I replied.

When I got to my room, it was already almost mid-night.
I noted the sliding glass doors leading to a balcony from my room. From the third and top-story, that would be a great "carpet port", like that hotel back in around St. Louis. I planned on performing "the test" on Yvonne, where I ask someone to sit on Jasmine and "think about going up".
I hurried and took a shower. I almost forgot to wear my micro-skirt and tank-top. Until I know Yvonne better, better not throw that goin'-naked-stuff around.

Yvonne indeed came about twenty after midnight.
She still wore her low-rider jeans and black, sleeveless t-shirt. She had on something like hiking shoes. Hmm, that's good. A bit of reddish-brown-skinned tummy was showing between her t-shirt border and her low-riders. I could see as well, that Yvonne was perhaps well equipped for giving pleasure. There was a distinct mound with cleavage, between her legs. It was forcing the jeans to form around it very clearly. I don't know if she realized that or not.

I offered her some of my cake and things like that, and got her to sit by me on a sofa across from the television. She sat first, followed by me. She moved just a tad away from me as I asked, "Say, do you know of any good hiking trails around here? I mean, real back-woods stuff. There must be. I've seen a lot of wild country, and it's such a beautiful area!"
"Sure", Yvonne replied delightfully, "I could show you where to go!"
"Can you... go with me? I'll pay for everything!"

She chuckled nervously and softly, then replied sweetly, "Okay... If... you don't mind being taken to, or driving to, the reservation, I could show you all manner of places to go, places only my people and I know about. Places also, sometimes used for spirit journeys". Yvonne chuckled, concluding, "Oh, we could get lost, if you wanted!"
"Wow! That's great! I'd love to go hiking with you! Do you like outdoors stuff?"
"Oh yes! But it's hard to find someone to go with me, unless it's for some official doings, like, a ceremony or something. Few women want to go, and, boys, well, they'll go with me, but then all they want is to get in my pants..."
"HAH HAH HAH!", I guffawed, "Sounds like boys!", I agreed. But I added, "However, I... well I don't object to that activity..."
"I don't either", Yvonne agreed, "Just don't make it the only reason for going! Enjoy the spirit of the wilderness! Contemplate on it! Then, if, later, the reasons are right, and certainly not on the first outing, then, well, I can be made to agree to... a roll in the grass and under the trees. Hmm... I... I normally wouldn't say that to most people... You make me feel comfortable, somehow..."
"Well, just look at the way I'm dressed, and one might guess, that I don't object to that, um, activity either".
She chuckled softly.

I then asked, "Say, I noticed you mentioned, 'reservation', and some things about 'ceremony' and 'spirit journey' and things like that. Do you mean, the Yakama Reservation? I flew over, er, I, um, um, drove... close to it. Very beautiful country!"
"Yes, my home is in the Yakama Reservation..."
"Then, you're a Native American?", I asked.
"Yes", Yvonne replied softly but cheerfully, "And, just call me 'Indian', no need for that term, Native American, it is not entirely accurate".
"Yeah", I agreed, "I have noticed, of late, that many Native Americans just prefer to be called 'Indians'".
"Like, for example, were you born in America?"
"Yes, in West Virginia".
"Okay, so, you're a Native American too, technically, if you stick to the real meaning of that term".
Smiling, I replied, "It's just that, the term Indian, is not all that accurate either. I sorta like the Canadian term, 'First Nation'".
"So, I'm a First Nation-, uh, First-Nation-er, hmm, doesn't sound right..."
"Or use the general term used by the APTN network; 'aboriginal'".
"Yes, the terminology is numerous and can be confusing or awkward", Yvonne agreed. She chuckled, "Just call me an "Injun", I'll be happy!"
"Isn't that derogatory?"
"I don't know. I've heard this and that is derogatory. Don't worry about it. Just say 'Native American' or 'Indian', and you'll be fine unless you're dealing with some kind of hot-head"
I had a good chuckle at that.

"Okay, so, where were we... Oh yes... so, you can take me places to hike in the Yakama Reservation? Is it... okay for my white ass to go in there?"
Chuckling, Yvonne replied, "Oh sure! I'm inviting you! Just, you know, be respectful; of the Earth, the wilderness I will take you in, be respectful of the laws; they're basically, as far as you're concerned, similar to the rest of United States... we're supposed to be autonomous, that is, our own country, sort of; like you say, 'First Nation'. I'll just direct you to the wilderness areas. It'll be no problem. Now, you know, you'll have to use your car, I don't have one".
"Uh, yes! That's no problem... But there is something I sorta want to show ya... it's about the carpet, there..."
"Oh? Yes! I am curious about it! Can I see it? Rolled out?"
"Of course!", I replied enthusiastically.

I removed the red rope that kept Jasmine tied into a roll. I carried Jasmine to a large area of floor. In this room, since I paid for it, there was more space than the usual room. There was an area, if moved a couple chairs, that could accommodate the entire seven-by-six feet of Jasmine.

Like everyone, Yvonne was most impressed by the beautiful, intricate design of Jasmine's woven art. I invited Yvonne to sit upon her after removing shoes.

Yvonne sat upon Jasmine, cross-legged, interestingly enough. I just sit in a simple squat, sort of, with my legs under me.
I suggested to Yvonne, "There's a strange little phenomenon that I notice sometimes, when sitting on her..."
"Oh? What is it?", she asked with a pretty sound to her voice.
"First close your eyes. Now, think about going up. Just feel it, visualize it. Feel like you are a couple feet over the floor of this room, with Jas... er, the carpet under you..."...

And I'll be a hen-pecked hoot-owl if the test didn't work! Sure enough, Jasmine the carpet rose, slowly, absolutely silently, with Yvonne sitting cross-legged on top, her eyes closed. She rose to about 18 inches or more, maybe on up to two feet.

"Wow, Yvonne, you passed the test! You can rise with it!"
Yvonne commented, "What do you mean..." as she opened her eyes-
"EEEEEEK!"
What's going on!!!

Gees, I gotta find a better way of letting passers-of-the-test know that they can fly!
Yvonne in great fright, scrambled off Jasmine desperately. As her concentration was lost, Jasmine dropped the two feet she had been floating at. That caused Yvonne to stumble. Falling forward, I caught her.

"WHAT IS THAT!?", Yvonne screamed, frightened. She struggled loose from my arms.

"I'm, I'm going home! I call somebody! I'm wanna go home!", Yvonne blurted out as she ran to the door.
I caught her by the wrist and urged, "Wait a minute! Please!"
"LET ME GO!", Yvonne screamed. I had her by the wrist. I was stronger than her, but oh! She ain't weak, that's for sure! I had a frightened, 170-pound gal by the wrist, and a stout, husky wrist at that, and she was every bit as strong as any man pound-for-pound, and determined to get away. Some mighty well-honed muscles in her arms were flexing large, and making their force known! I had to brace myself well!

I insisted, "Yvonne! You're a warrior! An archer! You said it! Are you afraid of a little scientific phenomenon?"
"It's a DARK POWER! Let GO OF ME!"
"There's no such thing as 'dark' power! Power is power! It's neutral. It depends on how it's used! Please, stay, let me explain!"

Yvonne's struggling to get away reduced some, but she was still pulling away. I held firm her wrist.
"Please!", I insisted, "At least, don't be afraid of me!"
"Let go of my arm, then!", Yvonne demanded.
"Don't run, now!", I insisted.
"I won't!", Yvonne agreed, as she reduced her struggle of getting away from me.
Cautiously, I let go of her wrist. She stepped away from me, but didn't run for the door.

"You're as strong as a man!", Yvonne commented, as she rubbed her wrist that I had a hold of.
"So are you!", I chuckled, "It took everything I had to hold you back. Sure ain't nobody gonna take advantage of ya, that's for sure!"
"Huh!", Yvonne huffed, "Nobody ever has!"

"Great! That-a-gal!", I agreed.
Gently, I invited her, "Yvonne, please, sit with me..."

I urged the shaking Yvonne over to the sofa with my arm around her. We sat. My arm was around her but she shied away from that. I removed my arm and kept it to myself as I spoke, "I have never seen anyone react with that much fright to Jasmine before! I do that test from time to time to people I think might have the ability. The very few people I've met that do have the ability are super-surprised at it, and mostly fear falling. But never before have I seen someone scared almost senseless by it. I thought you Indians knew about true magick and spiritual phenomenon..."

White Dove interjected here, "Perhaps, it is because Yvonne does know about true spirit and magick, that she has a very deep respect for it. Most people see magick, even live, and, though they may look in wonder, they have seen it so much on television, that they're jaded to it. I doubt even if Yvonne watches much television. People on reservations are sometimes notoriously poor. If she has a television at all, it's probably small and monochrome, or the color doesn't half work, and she has no cable or satellite. And the reception, depending on if her home is high in elevation or not, may be very poor. You mentioned that she indicated participation in ceremony and perhaps, spirit journeys. Apparently, she is traditional in at least some ways, so she probably has a deep respect for spirit and true magick".
"Huh, maybe that's it", I agreed.
"Well, what did she do after that? Did she accept it, and you?", White Dove asked.

I continued my account, thus;
So anyway, after I expressed how surprised I was with Yvonne's reaction to Jasmine, she finally said, with voice quivering I might add, "You mean... other people can do that? Can... you?"
"Can I? She's my... that carpet is my transportation! I don't have a car, it's how I came here!"
"But, you filled in the spaces on the form regarding your car..."
"I just do that to stay anonymous... to keep my ability secret, except from those I think can handle it".
"But, I didn't see you come here..."
"Of course you didn't. You're at that desk down there, doing your job. You're very busy. It's dark outside. I landed in a... meadow-looking area behind this hotel, rolled up Jasmine, er, I mean, the carpet, and came into the lobby".
"Jasmine... you... I... what if it's day time?"
"Day time is more difficult, of course, but I'm used to doing it. By the way, that's what I call her... uh, I refer to it as her, and I call her Jasmine... after a certain cartoon character".

At last Yvonne giggled, indicating she was calming down.
"When I carried her...", Yvonne began, with a smile indicating fascination and growing acceptance, "I felt... a warmth... a spirit; I thought I felt something 'feminine', or, 'womanly' or... something like that. I am a student of an elderly lady in the reservation, she is a Healer. She is teaching me to detect things with my hands..."
"NOW we're getting somewhere!", I praised, "THIS is the kind of attitude and analysis I was expecting or hoping for, from you!... After, that is, you told me you're a Yakama Indian... but then I'm making that all-too-common pale-face's mistake, that of assuming, just because you're Indian, you have complete understanding of things spiritual."
"Yes... to some, we're vermin to be exterminated, to others, we walk with the gods, or we're one step from being gods, or something", Yvonne chuckled, then said, "Sorry about my fright... it's only because I have never seen such powerful, such real magick before!"
"That's perfectly okay!"

After a few seconds, Yvonne slowly asked, "Now... you say, you have tried that... test... on other people, and... only a few can do it?"
"That's right! You are one of a very few that can cause Jasmine to rise with your thoughts. My Parents can't, most of my friends can't... I have a couple friends who can, and I have met others. A total of four, in my whole life. You make, five".
"What does it mean, since I have... the power?"
"I honestly don't know. I'm on a trip to see Red Moose, who is part Indian; I was hoping he could help me figure it out, and, as well, maybe, introduce me to some folks who could help figure it out too".
"Oh yes... I've heard of Red Moose", Yvonne commented softly.
I continued, "Having the ability to make Jasmine rise seems to have no connection to how good you are... I think... or, am I still defining 'good' based on the Christian-Judaeo measure... well, anyway, maybe it's purity of heart, or something. I just don't know. Look at me; like, I go on major trips with Jasmine, but, I'm an erotic dancer, for Pete's sake! You know; I get in front of audiences of men and bump and grind, roll around on the floor, act like I'm masturbating on that pole that those places have..."
Actually, I did really masturbate a number of times, on that pole. Full-out, screeching, humping masturbation. I'm aroused by my own erotic dancing and the ability I have to extract money from those salivating guys. But I didn't tell her any of that... not right away, anyway.

Anyway, so I continued, "So, I'm an erotic dancer, certainly not what the Christian-Judaeo type of measure would consider, 'good'. The other four people I have seen able to rise on Jasmine, range from a friend of mine who is kinda like me in attitudes, to a gal that, although she goes to church, she is not saintly, and recently, someone who is Hindu... I mean, there's no rhyme or reason. And now, you make number five, and Creator only knows why you can do it!"
"You're an erotic dancer?", asked Yvonne with what appeared to be fascination.
"Yes, I'm an evil, wicked, lower-than-a-snake's-belly erotic dancer!", I joked.
Giggling, Yvonne responded, "No! Not evil! Brave! You do what needs to be done... that's why you can afford this room!"
"You got it!"
"Golly...", Yvonne smiled wistfully.

After some seconds of, apparently, absorbing my erotic-dancing-factoid, Yvonne said, "You go for it, girl! Yakama has a casino which a lot of, what was that you said, Christian-Jew...ish..."
"Christian-Judaeo", I corrected.
"Yeah, uh, so, Yakama Reservation has a casino which a lot of Christian-Judaeo types would consider... evil... so don't worry about it!"
I laughed, "Don't worry, I don't!", Then I continued, "After all, the Bible indicates to use one's talents to advance one's self, so, that's what I'm doing. And, this whole trip is to help me decide what to do with this talent, that of my ability to fly Jasmine."

After a pause, Yvonne then asked, "But, so... I have the talent too... what ever you find out, please tell me!"
"Oh! Don't worry! I will!", I replied. I then pointed out Jasmine's other quirk, "There's more to that lady... uh, Jasmine, that is, than meets the eye. This is one I can't figure out for the life of me... Now, I can carry objects. I carry two suitcases. I have carried stones, logs, barbell-weight-plates, a bicycle, groceries, clothes and, well, whatever you'd carry in a car. But, I can't carry people! UNLESS... they can raise themselves with Jasmine. My Mother and Father are spiritualists, and well aware of my talent. My Father has sent me on errands, like, gathering fire-wood. I can carry two-hundred pounds of logs that I cut up and put on Jasmine... uh, by the way, we only cut up dead trees or limbs... anyway, I can carry all that. My Father weighs 160 pounds, but I can not carry him. Nor my Mother. And, they're good people! Ain't nothin' wrong with them!"
"Huh, that is odd...", Yvonne agreed.
"Something in most peoples' hearts... or something about their spirit, some how cancels my ability to make Jasmine fly. BUT... when someone like you, who can make Jasmine rise, then I can take them for rides! Even if they can not handle Jasmine well, if only they can basically cause her to rise with their will or thought, then I can take them for a ride. Okay, so, tomorrow, may I take you for a ride to some wilderness, ALL by ourselves, where we can hike, picnic, and... stuff?"
"Wow! Go for a ride with you!... Golly!...", Yvonne pondered, fascinated.
"We can take off right from this room! Through those sliding glass doors and over the balcony. No one will see us. You'll be surprised at how absolutely rarely, people look up!"
Yvonne, genuinely fascinated as far as I could tell, remarked, "Are you sure it's safe?"
"Absolutely! I have flown thousands of miles without incident. I only can't fly over large bodies of water. So obviously, I have never flown overseas with Jasmine. Not to mention, that would be too far. Jasmine appears to draw her energy directly from my blood glucose".
"Wow! Genie! This is... so unbelievable, it's like... blowing my mind! Wow! The Yakama Reservation has a lot of rivers, can... if you're planning to take me to Yakama, that is, it has a lot of rivers; can you fly over them?"
I replied, "If the rivers aren't too big, I can fly over them with only a dipping-feeling when crossing them. I flew over Yakama on the way here, so I can fly out again. And that was night, at that. During the day, I can find narrow or shallow parts of the rivers where I can fly over without problem".
"Wow!", Yvonne breathed, "So... so, you can take me to a wilderness part of Yakama Reservation... on your carpet, just like that!? And, and we can go to a really lonely place? With no one at all?"
"You will think I have taken you to another planet!", I assured, chuckling.
"So... so... what is... plan? What is your plan? Do I come back here tomorrow, or... take off now?"

By this time, I'll admit, that as Yvonne banished her fear of the magick and of me, she allowed me closer. I had worked my arm around her, and slowly urged her close. Well... so, I guess I'm at least part lesbian; like, I enjoy a good fuck with the guys, as long as they're slender and fit... and not as strong as me... but I also like a woman's company. Well, anyway, I had slowly sneaked Yvonne close. Her hands were modestly in her lap, but she accepted my squeeze.
Anyway, I answered her, "You spend the night with me. After we awake, I will take you to the restaurant, just down the road, I'll pay, and we'll have a nice breakfast. Then we'll gather some picnic vittles, come back to my room, and, sitting on Jasmine, with me behind you and my arms around you, sorta like seat-belts, we'll take off".
"Wow! Gosh!", Yvonne breathed, fascinated.
After a couple seconds, Yvonne then asked, "Spend... the night with you? In, your bed? I... I have no sleep-wear, I..."
"If you insist, I got some tank-tops, or sleeveless-Tees you can put on, and bikini bottoms for below. But I always sleep naked. You can too..."
"In... that bed?", Yvonne asked, knowing all well which bed. The room only had one double bed.
"Of course! Haven't you ever done a sleep-over with your girl-friends or something?"

Of course, I wanted more than just her sleeping with me, but I wasn't going to push for it unless I determined it was "safe".
I sure was eyeing her hands, though. I did note, however, that she had the biggest hands, and therefore would make the biggest fist, that I have had shoved up my hole so far. Peach's fists were pink and dainty, Indira's fists were brown and soft, only a bit larger than Peach's, and Bill's fists were a bit lean, and a wee bit bigger than Indira's. But this gal had some mighty rugged looking hands. They were big, and calloused. Well, no matter. It didn't look like I was going to get that kind of action, anyway.

Well, so anyway, Yvonne answered, "I've... gone to a friend's house, but we either slept in our own sleeping bags sometimes in the back yard, or in the living room... or perhaps, I brought a sleeping bag and slept on the floor, close to the bed of my friend... or, the other way around if she came. But, I've never slept in the same bed as... with my friend... and certainly not naked!..."
"Well, there's nutin' to it!", I said, with a mock Bronx accent, "It's both practical and comfortable!"
"Well...", Yvonne replied and then paused a number of seconds, then continued, "Okay..."

She didn't sound too sure! After a few more seconds pause, and with her pretty eyes penetrating my energy, she suddenly asked, "Are you two-spirited?"
"Am I what-what!?", I asked, somewhat dumbfounded.
"Do you have the likes and dislikes of both... a man and a woman? Oh, maybe I should say, well, your term, outside the reservations or whatever; are you lesbian?"
"Oh, ho, ho ho!", I went, sounding almost like Santa Clause, "I see! Two-spirited; I've never heard that one... Well, uh, not... exactly. In the... last town I was in, before coming here, I fuck... uh, um, I uh, that is, had sex with a couple guys... man, I'm certainly no saint, am I?"
"You seem to be adventuresome, brave and innovative. You have a unique perspective. Gosh! You're so big and strong, it must be like being a man, for you! I mean, you don't have to worry! You can go anywhere, and... dressed like that. That's what two-spirited is! It's having the perspective of a man and a woman. Such people were once very honored in most... first nations. Long time ago, they were medicine people, advisors, and, and, all sorts of things. Then that... Christian-Judaeo thing came and, well, ended that. Seems like you don't like them much either. But anyway, the respect for two-spirited people is being brought back".
"Huh! Well, that's great! It's about time we all dump this homophobic bull-shit! Why, I'd like ta..."
The eager Yvonne interrupted me asking, "Has anyone ever tried to rape you?"
"A few times", I replied, smiling.
"Did you beat them up?"
"Yeah, I sorta... disposed of them. I think I killed one... Uh, maybe I shouldn't say that..."
"Wow! What happened?", asked a now wide-eyed, fascinated Yvonne.
With some hesitation... uh, to any law-enforcement, that was over seven years ago... and completely unintentional and in self-defense! So I answered her, "I was at a rest-area along an interstate highway in West Virginia. Quite frankly, I was looking for slender guys who are fit. I love slender men. Well anyway, I was strolling around towards the back of the rest-area, when some ape-type came after me. He was a apish, hairy type, maybe six feet tall and 250 pounds, some of it fat. He had is pants off and, ugh, an erection with no tellin' what kind of sweat and grime on it. I make all guys take a bath before they... have sex with me... but anyway, so there he came out like that. Well first, I leapt to one side to get out of his way. Now, I said, he may have been 250 pounds, but some of it at least, was fat. He had a beer-belly. I'm 200 pounds, and all of it fit. I would estimate he was as strong as me, but slower due to being out of shape and somewhat over-weight. Keep in mind, at that time, I always wore three-inch stiletto heels where ever I went. Now, they call them stilettos for a reason, the heels are like a stiletto dagger..."
"Yeah, I see those things! Cool!...", Yvonne commented.
I continued, "So after I leapt to one side, I jumped up again and kicked him in the side with all the force I could muster. Now, I weight-lift with my legs, so they're really strong. I was frightened, so not thinking straight. My kick laid him out on the ground kinda doubled like, and bleeding from the side. Still frightened, and knowing I had to go through a bit to get away, I instinctively wanted to assure that he would not pursue me. I leapt over him and came down hard on his head, stomping his head with my foot... which had a stiletto heel on it. That did it. I've never seen such bleeding in my life! The heel must have gone through his skull and deep into his brain. I ran out fast. I had Jasmine in the woods, leaning on a tree. I ran to her, untied her, took my heels off, wiped off that one heel with leaves, got on Jasmine and flew out. After getting home, I washed that heel off well, outside. I watched the news. Sure enough, the next day, was a little bit of news about some man with his pants off, found murdered in a rest-area. They said he had been stabbed in the side and in the head. Police hadn't the first clue as to motive or who did it".
"WOW!", Yvonne breathed.
"Two other times a guy tried to rape me, both times were outside a strip-night-club, you know, the types where I dance. I liked to stroll around outside. Most strip-clubs are in the country, because cities don't want them, and the air was cool and nice, and I just like to hike. They'd give us dancers some break time, and I like going outside. So, it was dark and in the shadows when the guys got after me. One used a knife. But I grabbed his wrist below the hand with the knife and squeezed really hard. He yelled like 'you're hurting me!'. I told him, 'well, you were trying to hurt me!' He was six-feet-one, and maybe 190 pounds and a little bit 'fat-thin'... that's a body-builder's term for being slender in build but still having some fat. I had no problem over-powering him. I wrenched his wrist making him yell, and he dropped the knife. Then I just plain out punched him. He rolled back into some bushes. I picked up his knife and ran back to the club. On my way in, I dropped the knife into a trash-can."

Yvonne laughed and cheered, "Way to go, brave woman! That's it!"

I continued, "And one other time someone tried to rape me, outside a strip-club again, but a different one, I sorta had my hands full with this one. This was a jock type, six-feet-one and 220 pounds or something like that. He was completely naked, gees! When he grabbed me, however, he didn't know I was that strong. I wrested from his grip, then kicked him in the crotch. I think I missed his balls, but it hurt him, none the less. I grabbed a rock, and slammed it into his head as hard as I could. He fell over and didn't move. His head bled. I returned quickly to the building. It worried me for a while, but, the other girls, the other dancers, that is, said that a naked guy was found, and taken away by ambulance. I was afraid he might report me. But I had a good defense. Also, I had a sort of friend, another dancer, at that strip-club. I stayed away a few days until she said it was okay. The guy was found with drugs in his blood stream, and was in all sorts of trouble for drugs, other rapes and a robbery. The police had been looking for him. So, that took care of that".
"Wow! Genie! You probably saved some other women's lives! You are a warrior, and truly two-spirited! Pretty and gorgeous, like a woman, strong and protective, like a man! And you have an unusual ability! Wow!"

I chuckled at Yvonne's admiration of me. My fat ego was having a feast off it, for sure. But everything I said was true.
I then asked her one more time, "So, okay, you'll spend the night with me and tomorrow, we'll go on the trip?"
"Okay, Genie!", Yvonne replied cheerfully, looking at me with admiration by that point. She further asked, "And, you will take me deep into the wilderness, where only eagle can go?"
"That's right!"
"The Yakama Reservation has a lot of area which is wild. Only the north-east of it has towns and farms. The rest is very wild, and many mountains..."
"Well, that's what we'll be flying over tomorrow, and we'll go to a really remote place!"

Several seconds or even a minute or a few passed while Yvonne sat there, in contemplation, allowing my arm around her with my hold pretty tight.
She finally said, "If... this had been ten years ago, maybe, if I thought you were two-spirited, I would have gone out the door. But... as of late, my people have been trying to rid ourselves of the poison against a once respected type of individual, forced upon us by Christian-Judaeo types. I respect you, Genie, and I'll be glad to sleep with you, and go with you tomorrow. And, I'll feel protected, like if I'm with a man... even more so!"
"Aw, Yvonne! I'm so happy to hear that!", I responded.

"The only thing is", Yvonne began, "I... don't know how... to have... sex... with you..."
"NAH!", I assured, "Don't worry about that. I just want someone nice to sleep next to!"

Actually, I DID want more, but I was so happy to have Yvonne's respect, I left well-enough alone!

Well, indeed, Yvonne took a bath, and came out nude! She smiled at me and said, "I'll stay naked for you, Genie, I don't need your clothes!"
"GREAT!", I cheered.

And she was well built too! She was heavily built, and looked like, among other things, she would make a great friend to hike, canoe and bicycle with, as well as just hang with. She was well muscled, and smoothed over just right. And I loved that, sort of a copper-brown-tan color, that she had.

I took my shower and of course, came out nude. I made no attempts to get her to do anything else than just cuddle in the bed. Mmmm! I loved it! Even my cunt quieted down and allowed me that simple pleasure.

A bit later, however, it became apparent Yvonne was having trouble sleeping. She was excited about the trip! She kept waking up and asking questions; all sort of stuff, like, how do I find my way, have I ever been seen, have pilots ever seen me, have I ever flown along with an eagle, can one fall off the carpet, can I sleep while in flight (and the answer is yes), and many other things. My gosh, she became quite the question-box! It was funny!
I finally had to rub, or scratch, which was her preference, her back until she fell asleep. Some people like rubbing their back. She liked scratching her back, and my nails are excellent for that. I noticed, though her skin was smooth, it was, as well, quite thick; just another trait of toughness that I noted about this gal.

Well, we did as I suggested, with Yvonne leading the way as far as time was concerned. She roused me at about eight-thirty, reminding me she has to get back to this hotel for work at five P.M.

We went ahead and had breakfast. She walked with me the two thousand feet or so to the restaurant, no problem. I think she could easily hike 25 miles a day or more.

The amount of food-stuffs I could put away surprised Yvonne and even made her giggle. By the time I ordered my third complete breakfast, she was near out-loud-laughing. "What's so funny!?", I asked in pretend annoyance.
But, I noticed Yvonne herself was no dainty eater!

After breakfast, we walked still further up the road, oh maybe a thousand feet or so, to a small grocery store to buy picnic items. We had three thousand feet to walk back, carrying a few bags of groceries. Yvonne handled it all just fine, while she happily chattered away about her history, life, family and so on. I wish I could tell of it, but gees, this account is getting so blasted long... I had no idea it would get this long! I told everything I'm saying here to White Dove and Red Moose in only a couple hours. But gosh, I've been on this two weeks now!
So, if you don't mind, I'll just stick to the basic account!

After returning to the hotel, I went ahead and paid for another night in the room. I offered Yvonne to use the room, whether I left that afternoon or not, but probably, I would not leave until the next day, I could see that already, at that point.

We returned to the room and, thinking it might be a good idea, I sat Yvonne on Jasmine and I got behind her, and we did a bit of "practice".

"Do I... thing about or 'feel' going up?", Yvonne asked.
"Hmm, others have not asked me that... I think... just relax. Now, you will feel the carpet stiffen up. It'll feel like we're on a hard surface with a half inch of cushion in between..."

Yvonne experience a bit of fright, or at least, nervousness at first. That's why the practice. I floated us over the bed, and just generally about the room.

"It's... it's... surreal... like, it's not happening really... like a dream!", commented a most fascinated Yvonne.

All during the practice maneuvers, the sliding glass doors to the balcony were wide open, sort of to give Yvonne the feel... of that being there... Anyway, seeing that she was a bit easily frightened, I prepared her for the actual take off.

"Okay", I instructed, "When we go out those door, and over the balcony, just when we go over the railing, a thing happens to your physical brain. An ancient, ancient terror, originating from the reptilian or most primitive part of your brain, will grip you. It's an instinctive fear of falling over the edge. The feeling will be strongest right at the moment of passing over the rail. For some reason, however, when we get high up, the feeling mostly to completely goes away. Now, I'm going to float us over the railing. If it's too scary for you, we'll take all this down and out there to that field, and take off from there..."
"No need for practice!", Yvonne said sternly, "I'm brave! Let's put our stuff on and we go now!"
"Okay", I chuckled.

But, as I held Yvonne against my breasts, in my arms, she was quaking. But, I did as she suggested. We went ahead and put all our picnic stuff on and got ready.

I did my usual spiel I like to do... "Remain seated with my arms around your waist for the entirety of the flight. Do not stand up until Jasmine has come to a full and complete stop. In case of emergency, the exits are... The Four Directions... and then some! Here we go..."
Yvonne was giggling, "Oh Genie, you're also a clown!".
I chuckled with her, but she was shaking. I held her tight in my bosom as I willed Jasmine off the floor. We floated over the bed, and through the balcony doors.

Indeed, Yvonne was quaking to pieces almost, as we passed over the railing. I have to admit, that even gets to me, and I'm used to it. Funny, that terror that comes. It really is a primitive, absolutely primeval terror that must be part of the "hard-wire" programming of the most basic, the so-called "reptilian", part of the physical brain.

Upon getting over the railing, I did my usual technique of going straight up, clearing the top of the building, then centering over the top of the building while still going straight up.

"Ohhhh", Yvonne uttered, "So wondrous! I... I don't believe this is really happening!"
As I held her tight, her shaking calmed. Indeed, when one gets really high, that primeval terror seems to subside. There's something about looking down the sheer side of a cliff, or building, that activates that programming, just like a mouse-click on a tab or link or something, in a computer application.

So we were under way. I willed Jasmine up to about 2000 feet, and to some sixty miles per hour.

Yvonne has lived in this area all her life, but never saw her home-land from such a perspective. I held on to her as she got braver and braver about leaning over to sight-see.

After Yvonne told me Indians pay more attention to the sky than non-Indians, I increased my altitude to 3000 feet. We flew over what was indeed, the "busiest" part of the Yakama Reservation. I pointed out the tell-tale signs of cities, and the numerous circles of central-pivot-irrigation. Yvonne said she lived near or in White Swan. Locating it on the map, it appeared to be the last of a series of cities on an arrow-straight road going west. After that, the roads gave out or veered off, and there were rugged mountains.

We crossed numerous small rivers, none of which posed much of a problem to me. The rivers were less and less the further west we went. We went ahead and followed a road, until there were no more towns, with one sizable cluster being the last before the mountains. As far as I could tell, that may have been White Swan. We stayed at 3000 feet. I flew over it, and asked Yvonne if she could identify anything. Yvonne believed that she did identify several buildings and certain farms, but she was leaning over quite a bit, getting bolder and bolder. I pulled her back. It is possible to fall off Jasmine!

I noticed that White Swan is a long commute from the hotel. Earlier, she did mention that her home was quite a ways away, and that she stays at a friend's house during the three days a week she does the hotel lobby work. Then she goes all the way back to White Swan where her duties are related to farming.

After flying over her town, we headed over the mountains. We dropped altitude to where we were level with the peaks. Actually, as it was, I didn't have to drop altitude much; the ground came up to us!

We spent a while just wandering all over the place. We noted many dirt roads here and there. There was nothing on them. I figured they were fire-service roads or something. I then headed south-east to an area of less trees and few of those dirt roads. Finally, we decided to land in an extremely desolate area of low grass, gravel and few trees. We landed near a bifurcation of a line of trees. It just looked... interesting; nice, at least. Apparently the trees grow the lowest area, in a gully where sometimes, water flows. Under the shade of the trees we settled, and had our picnic.

The weather cooperated. Being earlyish-mid-September, the temperature was about 75, and very dry. The skies were cobalt-blue. Under the shade of the tree was perfect. I was hot, due to the heat created by Jasmine drawing energy from me. Yvonne was fine. We just sat under the trees for a while, enjoying the absolute solitude. Yvonne sat cross-legged, I sat with my legs sort of under me.

I couldn't quite get cool, so I finally asked Yvonne, "May I just go naked?".
"You're almost naked now!", Yvonne joked, grinning big.
"Something about flying Jasmine makes me hot. I have determined that she draws energy for flight directly from me", I explained as I stood up. I peeled off my tank-top which was sticking just a bit from the beginnings of sweat. I dropped my micro-skirt. I was and remained bare-footed the whole time. I sat back down commenting, "I love being naked!"

Yvonne beamed a most lovely smile at me for a number of seconds, then simply commented, "You have an awesome, lovely physique, Genie! Tall, powerful, almost like the physical manifestation of a beautiful spirit! You're a fine example of a two-spirited woman! Already I can see you're most wise! I've barely tapped in to it! Thank you so much for bringing me here!"

Wow! My big, fat ego had a Roman feast on that one!

I commented, "Aren't the energies here fantastic? Straight from the Earth, the full force of her spirit permeates us!"
"Yes... yes indeed! I can feel it!"

I wanted Yvonne naked. After a time, I asked, "If you're hot, you can take your shirt off. Guys do it! Why not us!?"
Yvonne chuckled, looking at me the way she does with those knowing eyes, "I'm okay, but, if it will please you, here goes..."

Yvonne peeled off her black sleeveless t-shirt allowing her beautiful copper-brown skin to absorb the energies of the location, and to breath. And guys, she had a nice, hefty rack. She had a good set of pecs that formed a firm, elevated base for her boobs, which were ample and pert. Her tits were erect, and very dark-brown.

And, Yvonne kinda liked being topless...
"Mmmm! It is nice!", Yvonne agreed.
Yvonne pinched a bit of a roll of skin that was slightly over the hem of her low-rider jeans and commented, "Look at this, if I don't watch it, I'll get fat!"
"Aw, it always does that; it's because of the way you're sitting. Don't you dare try to get skinny! You're great the way you are!", I advised strongly. I didn't want another gal going down that "skinniness road".
"Oh, I agree, I'm okay the way I am. But I don't want it getting any more!"
"From what you told me of the farm work you do, I don't think you have to worry. However, if that roll annoys you, I know how you can dispense with it, now..."
"How?", Yvonne asked.
"Made ya say 'how', like a stereotypical 'Injun'!", I joked.
Chuckling, Yvonne responded, "Okay, clown! Very funny! Now then, how do I get rid of this roll?"
"Take off your jeans! It's just the belt-line of your jeans pressing in, that's all. It's because of the way you're sitting".
Giggling, Yvonne replied, "Genie! What am I gonna do with you? You're not gonna be satisfied until I'm butt-naked! You're as bad as a man! But then, that's just it; you're two-spirited!"
"It's good for ya! And this is your only chance. Now, while we're practically in another world! Enjoy being naked! It's great!"

Yvonne is so cool! And sweet! She looked at me several seconds with a big grin and with, again I say, knowing eyes, gazing at me from under those midnight-black bangs.
"All right, ya perverted pale-face! I'll take 'em off!"
"Shoes too", I added, "Your bare feet on the ground connects you with the Earth". "Yes, yes, Genie!", Yvonne agreed, giggling.

She stripped alright, shoes and jeans... that's it! She had no underwear. I complimented her on that.
"I told you last night, I don't use underwear", Yvonne reminded, as she sat back down, completely nude.

"Wow, nice mound!", I complimented, speaking of Yvonne's vulva. It was dark, clearly formed, nice labias and just generally prominent. And it was clearly visible due to her cross-legged sitting posture.
"Nice what?"
"Mound", I replied, "You know, your pleasure-dome! Your giver of pleasure! Wow, it looks awesome!"
"Genie, you sleaze!", Yvonne chuckled delightfully, "You better get your mind off that!"
"That's some pretty heavy duty gear!", I complemented, "That's why your jeans have such a distinct 'camel's-toe' there!"

Yvonne grinned big, and looked at me askance. She asked, "What... is a camel's toe?"
"I have 'em too if I wear jeans. Anyway, it's when a gal, which is well endowed with heavy-duty pleasure-giving accoutrements, wears tight jeans, the material inscribes a distinct outline of the features... of said equipment!"
Giggling almost uncontrollably, and still looking at me askance with those gorgeous eyes, Yvonne asked, "What the hell does all that mean?"
"It means one can see the form of your big-ass cunt through your jeans!", I replied, giggling.
"Genie!", Yvonne began, giggling and trying to be serious, "If you were a man, I would've already slapped your face clear back to that hotel in Yakima!"
"But you haven't... yet", I giggled, "Thanks for the special privilege!"
"Don't push it, girl!", Yvonne warned, still giggling.

After some seconds of giggling, Yvonne asked me, "Why do you sit like that? You hiding something? Sit like me!"
"Okay", I agreed, "But, if I sit like that too long, my hips ache".
"Uh-huh", Yvonne replied, nodding her head, "Like all pale-face, sits in chairs too much! You lose some of your flexibility!"
"That's probably true", I heartily agreed.

Anyway, I assumed the cross-legged position of Yvonne. I knew what was coming, and I began giggling uncontrollably.

"Good god a mighty!", Yvonne exclaimed, "One could go spelunking in there!"
I quaked with giggles.
"Do you give tours?", Yvonne joked, "Is there water at the end of that cave? We could irrigate our crops!"
"LOTS of water!", I guffawed out, laughing hard.

After we both laughed and giggled, Yvonne wasn't through. She commented, "Gosh, it's so pink and light! How do you do that? Man! There's room enough for some bad-ass tattoos!"
We both giggled and then I finally said, "Well, I'll tell you one thing, it's fresh and healthy! No underwear and I always wear skirts!"
"AND convenient!", Yvonne added.
As if I didn't know, I giggled out, "Convenient for what?"
Yvonne only giggled uncontrollably, which, being contagious, soon had me giggling too.

Finally, grinning, Yvonne said, "Oh, Genie! I tell you what!", after which she just giggled some more.

Still pervertedly curious, which is typical for me, I asked, "Have you ever, um, used that awesome pleasure device of yours to, um, pleasure any, um, guys?"
"Genie!", Yvonne exclaimed, in mock reprimand, "None of your business..."
She was giggling and grinning big, but I sheepishly said, " sorry "
"I made them use condoms! But... I have allowed a few guys in there... and I pleasured them WELL! They enjoyed it, I assure you!"
"There you go!", I praised, "To be ashamed of it is to bend to the nonsense of the Christian-Judaeo contamination... and just about every religion and government, for some reason, of the world, even communism. I don't get it!"
"This is as much a sort of... doctrine or a... belief system of yours, isn't it? It is as if... you are in contact with or from an entirely different system, than anywhere on... well, Earth!", Yvonne responded, finally through giggling and now contemplating.

And, White Dove, you just said, a while ago, something about my soul, or that is, me, being from another world.
White Dove reaffirmed, "Yes, I definitely pick that up from you!"

Hmm, that's something for me to explore later, myself, but, not here.

Anyway, it is interesting that Yvonne picked that up as well.
Well, I replied, "All I know is, if you study the human sex organs, you will discover how absolutely exquisitely designed for pleasure they are! My Father studied and now does medical transcription. While studying it, he had to learn quite a bit about anatomy. I perused his books out of curiosity, myself. It looks like somebody, not any human, designed all that! It didn't happen by accident. And I do not think that the only reason humans are on Earth for is to reproduce. In fact, I resent that! We're here for a higher reason. Reproduction is just a necessary task. But it is NOT primary! No one can tell me, that the enjoyment of sex, married or not, is really considered 'evil' by The Creator, the one who probably designed the whole system!"
"Wow!", commented Yvonne, "This is a belief system of yours! Hmm! And what you say... is most worthy of thought! But me... I... don't know! You seem correct... sure does make sense... Wow! This is something I'm going to have to take to an Elder!"
"Yes, do so!", I urged.

Yvonne looked at me for quite a while with that... that, all I can say is, wise, askance way of looking she has. Those clear, big brown eyes gaze at me from under those midnight-black bangs; I know an intelligent mind is analyzing me.

But she is playful as well. After the above somewhat serious interchanged, we got light hearted again, at her lead.
Yvonne leaned back on her arms in a very relaxed manner, grinned big and pretty, and asked me, "So, big Genie, have you pleasured guys with that mountain and cave between your legs?"
"Quite a few, actually", I replied, grinning, "although, not as much as you might think. I tend to be picky".
"Oh? In what way?"
"I only like tall, slender men, or cute ones. And I make them take a bath and use condoms. And they gotta... well, share certain likes or have certain outlooks as me... I like them to be spiritualists, but, it ain't necessary. Just don't be a religious zealot goof-ball. Oh, and I don't like big-ape men".

After looking at me askance that way, Yvonne suddenly shuffled over next to me, instead of sitting across from me as she was. She leaned on me, with arm-to-arm contact, and replied, "You should be picky. Of course. I sure am! I sort of prefer men no bigger than me, but moreover, I want their heart to be pure. I have gotten fairly good at determining that".

We sat quietly a bit, enjoying the environment around us. I was enjoying Yvonne's contact. Then Yvonne asked, "Are you... good with women?"

That sort of surprised me. In making sure, I asked, "In... what way?"
"Giving them pleasure", Yvonne replied quietly.
"Not... too good, actually. I do NOT claim to be... a lesbian, but... neither do I object to it. On this trip, I met some interesting... gals, that, well, especially one, taught me a thing or two. One fisted me..."
"Fisted you? What's that?"
"Shoved her whole dainty fist and forearm in my hole like a huge cock! Wow! That felt good! I never been done that to! Then later, I met another lady, whom I taught her the fist thing. Later, I sorta figured out how to pleasure her with my fingers. I don't know if I was any good at it, I think she was ready to blast anyway, and the least little thing helped her do it. I couldn't fist her, she was way too small. Then, there's my best friend in West Virginia; we often hike into the wilds of my land, and we'll spend a long time, naked, just cuddling. That's mostly all I do with a woman, just kind of... cuddle... feel her up... enjoy her looks... and talk dirty; NO! Not dirty! I'm sick and tired of sex being considered dirty. We talked... pleasure... yes, pleasure! Sex pleasure! Our experiences with guys and stuff".
Yvonne chuckled, "Oh, Genie! You are one in a million! Perhaps billion... six-billion! I'm not letting you go any time soon!"
"Friends forever?", I asked.
"Friends forever!", Yvonne replied.
She then spent the next several minutes quiet, snuggling up to me. I placed my arm around her and drew her close. And that's where she remained for quite some time. I was in absolute bliss!

After quite some time, and after one of Yvonne's changing of positions next to me, she gasped, just a little, and said, "Your ears! How strange! You are a manifested spirit! Maybe... am I the only one who can see you... I can't remember others seeing you... Genie, am I dead?"

I burst out laughing so loud, it echoed off the hills. I teared up from the severity of my laughs. I finally said, "It's a birth defect, for Pete's sake!"
My intense laughter proved contagious and Yvonne was giggling too. She finally said, "Silly me! Of course others saw you! The waitress, the cashier, both at the restaurant and the grocery store, I mean, you paid for everything. And Jack Looking-Hawk, the guy behind the desk at the hotel when you paid for another night... WHEW! What a silly I can be!"
"I'm surprised you didn't notice them until now, come to think of it. Usually guys do that. They don't notice my ears until much later. Women notice them fairly soon. Guys are too busy looking at my... Yvonne! You were too busy looking at my body! You were looking me up and down like a man!"
Giggling, Yvonne replied, "Well it isn't everyday someone meets a carpet-flying, giant amazon!"
"True! True!", I agreed.
"But those ears, they're cute! You're like... an elf or something!"
"Or something!", I agreed.

Yvonne got up to examine both of my ears. "They're the same on both sides! I doubt if that's a birth defect", she commented.
"It could be a birth defect. Some kind of gene mutation just brought back... something like cat's ears, or, fox's ears, something pointed like that. I do indeed have very good hearing. I always max out the testing equipment when I have my hearing tested".
"Wow! Genie!", Yvonne commented as she finally resumed her position next to me, "You're not only two-spirited, I'd say you're three-spirited; possessing a third, perhaps highly evolved, guiding spirit!"
"Oh, I doubt that", I commented.
"In any case, I don't know. Man! This is certainly something I'm gonna have to take to the Elders"
"Let me know what they say. I think Redmoose is some sort of Elder. That's what this trip is all about".
"Huh! Well, let me know what he says!"
"Indeed I will!"

After a bit, Yvonne asked, "Are you going to Redmoose's place by... your flying carpet?"
"What else? I don't have a car, I don't even have a license!", I replied.
"Wow!", replied a fascinated Yvonne, then she asked, "Does he know? Uh, that you'll be going there by flying carpet?"
"Oh yes! I explained everything to him. He claims to be able to levitate. So, we'll see. But yes, he gave me aerial directions and everything, on how to find his place, from the air, not by road. He lives in an extremely remote area in northwest Washington".
"You have got to tell me what happens!", Yvonne insisted.
"Oh yes, I will, I will!"

Yvonne was quiet for a while after that. She sat, leaning on me, kind of turned toward me.
After a bit, Yvonne reached up and lightly pinched one of my tits. She giggled in an impish way.
"Noooo, don't do that, Yvonne, it makes me horny!", I begged.
Giggling naughtily, Yvonne replied, "I just wanted to see if it got bigger. And wow! It is!"
"Please stop", I begged in a lamenting voice.
"On one condition", Yvonne said, as she pinched and diddled my other tit.
"Mmmm! Ohhh!", I groaned, "What?"
"That you help me find a flying carpet for me! We could go on adventures together! Learn together! Help others together!"
"HMMmmmmmm", I went, having never been presented that kind of idea before, "A flying carpet of your own... Hmmmm! Huh... Hmm..."

Wow! That one got me thinking. That impish Yvonne was still "turning my knobs"; diddling and pinching my tits, giggling all the while.

Finally, I said, "I don't know if I can find one... I don't know where THIS one came from...", but I was getting horny with Yvonne stimulating my titties. I begged, "Please stop that, girl! It's driving me nuts!"
"HAH HAH HAH!", Yvonne laughed, "Only if you promise that you will at least try to find or make one!"
"Okay! Okay! I will! Besides, you don't have to coerce me! I think it would be seriously cool if I had a companion. You, flying, by my side! Yeah, I would like that!"
Yvonne finally quit my tits. She rubbed my tummy saying, "Indeed it would be cool! Seems like to me you're a kiss-stealing, sex-grabin', carpet-flying son-of-a-gun!", Yvonne laughed. She added, "Like that Red Sevine song, 'Six Days On The Road'..."
"Yes, yes, I know..."
"You need me to give you some discipline, girl! Put this to good use! The Creator bestowed it on you for some reason! I'll help you apply this gift well!"

Yvonne had her arm around my waist, and her free hand was rubbing my thighs and so on. Her hand probed awfully close to my throbbing mound. She remarked, "Wow! Look at that! That mountain's even bigger! And it's pulsating!"
"It's your fault!", I chuckled, while truly in a state of arousal; that imp!
Yvonne boldly wiped her fingers right into and over the cleavage between my labias, creating an intense sexual burn. She grinned and commented, "Wow! There iswater in that cave!", and then she laughed.

Yvonne snuggled against me, rubbing her head on my shoulder. My arm was still around her.
Still in a sexual-hunger burn, I commented, perhaps with voice quivering, "Looks like you're two-spirited too!"
Yvonne purred, "Mmm, maybe I am. But don't tell it to nobody, or I'll diddle your tits forever, and nothing you say will make me stop!"
"Yes ma'am!", I replied obediently, to which, she giggled.

I thought of something then asked, "But, you said, two-spirited people are to be given special respect..."
"That was long ago", Yvonne began, "and, although there is a movement to bring that respect back, it is only just beginning. By far, most people on the reservation, as well as elsewhere, are disrespectful towards those of two spirits. And... that's not to mention, this is the first time I've ever felt this comfortable with a woman... or anybody that I can remember... even my Mom, in some ways. And certainly this is the first time I've ever felt... uh, intimate, with a woman. Gosh! Maybe you've put a spell on me..."

I rubbed Yvonne's shoulder as I replied, "Hardly a spell. Although I have studied The Craft a little bit, most of my spiritualist studies have concentrated on finding answers through meditation, and going out of body, and so on. My only magick, is with Jasmine, my carpet".
"Huh", Yvonne chuckled while nuzzling me, "Gave your carpet a name... I wonder what I'll call mine... if she can be found. Do you think that's possible? You say Jasmine is from Persia? Isn't Persia now that awful old Iran?"
"Unfortunately, it is", I replied, "However, the term, 'Persian carpet', refers to the style. They can be made in Pakistan, India, Egypt, even in United States. I would have to find the source, where that store, gone now, got Jasmine, twenty years ago".
"Yes, Genie, daunting, isn't it? Perhaps, as you learn meditation, you might could find the answers. If you can discipline yourself, that is!", Yvonne chuckled, rubbing my leg.
"Yes...", I said automatically, while my mind was busy thinking of ways on how that could be done... find one? Make one? How was Jasmine made? Wow! Yvonne got my brain-wheels spinning on that one, that's for sure!

"In the mean time, would it be possible, for me to travel with you? Together? Not... right away... I need to talk to some people first, meet with Elders, make arrangements... You go ahead and go to Redmoose, do what you need to do there. Then, come back to that same hotel... let's definitely stay in contact..."
"Oh yes!", I enthusiastically agreed, "Oh, I'll give you email addresses, my physical address, telephone numbers, everything!"
"Okay", Yvonne purred, with her head on my shoulder.

The sweet bliss of Yvonne next to me continued for quite a while, and would have longer, except that the cross-legged sitting position was getting to me.
Finally, I informed, "Oh! My! Yvonne, I got to get up! My hips are all cricked out..."
"Huh! Pale-face girl sits in chairs too much!", Yvonne chuckled, "Okay, Genie, here you go..."

Yvonne offered her hand to help me up. I got up with all the vigor and flexibility of an old woman.
"Snap, crackle, pop, Rice Krispies!", I joked on myself, about my joints, as I slowly stood and loosened up. And Yvonne's hand was a help! That sturdy gal did make it easier for me to stand.
"You okay now, Grandma?", Yvonne laughed.
"Yes, yes", I replied, as I steadied myself, still leaning on sturdy Yvonne.
I then asked, "Say, can we do some hiking around? This place is so beautiful!"
"Can you, old woman?", Yvonne joked, laughing.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine now", I assured that rascal.

I began walking, following the gully in which we were in. In my usual manner, I walked mostly on the balls of my feet; I'm just used to it, it comes from my ego's insistence that I always wear stiletto heels.
I never thought that fat ego of mine would end up teaching me something useful, but the practice in walking in heels everywhere, including on grass and dirt, you know, where the heels would sink through, taught me this highly efficient, ball-of-foot walking method. It's excellent for walking over gravelly places while barefooted. It's just excellent, period. It allows one to walk more quietly. It seems more stable. It's more agile. It'll give one's calf muscles a workout, that's for sure, but, that's good! Once honed, you'll never go back to flat-footed walking.

Except for the limited area of some trees, which followed the absolute lowest part of the gully, part of the apparent valley we were in, there was little other vegetation. Grasses and brushy growth amongst rocks was the extent of it. And higher up, mostly rocks. As I was getting into the hike, I asked Yvonne, "This is more or less desert, isn't it?"
"Yes, this part is semi-arid to arid", came Yvonne's answer, from a surprisingly distant point behind me. She continued, "Genie, you're gonna hike... just like that?"
"On the balls of my feet?", I responded, "Hah hah hah! You can thank my obese, over-weight ego for that! Years and years of wearing heels everywhere I go imparted to me, this technique, which conveniently translated to an excellent way to hike! Why, I've even heard experts say..."
"No, I didn't mean that", Yvonne began, "Although, I must say, you are walking so gracefully! I keep sliding around, and the rocks punch my soles. Almost looks like you're gliding over the ground! Are you sure you're not partially levitating?"
"Nope!", I chuckled, "Just years of practice being a conceited slut!", I said, laughing.
Yvonne laughed at that statement, then clarified, "What I meant is, we're... naked! You're gonna hike buck naked?"
"Sure!", I replied, "It's the only way to hike! It's kinda warm, I don't need any clothes!"
"But, what if someone sees us?"
"We're miles from nowhere! Enjoy it! I've been doing this every chance I get. Hey, you know what, a few days ago, I landed in a remote part of the Wind River Indian Reservation, in a remote part of it. That's in Wyoming. Hah! I was intending to go to Yellow Stone National Park, but my navigational skills are lacking, and I ended up in Wind River. Kinda changed my itinerary; I was planning to go through Butte Montana, but because of my getting off course, I went through Boise Idaho, and then through here. Had I gone through Butte, my next hotel-stop would have been in Spokane, probably, and I would have never met you! Hmm! Thank goodness for my sloppy navigation! Anyway, that Wind River Reservation was really something..."
"Seems like Creator wanted us to meet!", Yvonne interrupted, "Sometimes Creator- Ow! Stepped on a rock... um, sometimes Creator likes to challenge us. Seems like you're presenting me with some pretty good challenges indeed!"
"Maybe She wants to see if you're worthy of receiving a flying carpet... although... I can't for the life of me figure out how I'm worthy of it! Maybe... I'm supposed to give you mine... Wow, that would be a challenge for me!"
"Oh no! I wouldn't think of leaving you without Jasmine! No, I think we're supposed to be together... Oh, and, what was it... Oh! You referred to Creator as 'She'..."
"High-level spirits and on up to The Creator are composed of hundred-percent Yin and Yang energies; female and male energies, in equal parts. So, you have a choice of pronouns; him, or her. I refer to Creator as 'Her', or 'She'. Whataya, gonna call Creator, 'it'?"
Yvonne chuckled, "You see? Another challenge! Most Indians think of The Creator as 'him', sort of like a Heavenly Grandfather".
"Are you sure that's not Christian-Judaeo interference?"
"I don't know, I'm no expert. The history of Christian-Judaeo interference is so long. And those horrible schools they used to run, right on the reservation, violently brainwashed all who suffered through them with all the nonsense you now speak of. Huh! The whites brought us that, now, some whites themselves reject it. Interesting..."
"The perpetrators of those schools should have been hung by their toes until they died, for what they did. And here's a history lesson for ya. Those Christian-Judaeo monsters, they're not an invention of the whites. The whites, in Europe, were done in by those cretins long ago, just as they later did the Indians. So, we're as much victims of them as you are".
"Huh! Never thought of it that way!"

After walking a bit more, I continued blabbing about Wind River, "Anyway, Wind River Reservation was really something! Wow! It looked like another planet. I've never seen such absolute isolation! I mean, nobody!"
"One thing you can be sure of", Yvonne chuckled, "are places of desolation inside the Indian reservations. For thats what they were given, tracts of land that were no use for anything else. You will often find large areas of desolation on most reservations".
"Huh, I do seem to be finding that out", I agreed.

We walked a little further, and I heard Yvonne go "Ow! Another rock! Man, I gotta learn that ball-of-foot walking you do. Now, do you really intend to hike, like a long ways, naked?"
"Absolutely! Look, areas like this are... well, I was going to say rare, but, it seems like, in the northwest, they're not so rare. But, while I'm away from that illogical society, I'm gonna go naked! That's all there is to it!"
"Wow! Man! Genie!", Yvonne replied, "Okay, okay! I will too. However, can I put back on my shoes, at least. These rocks are chewing up my feet. I gotta stand for seven hours tonight. I promise to work on my ball-of-feet style though. Seems advantageous".
"Yes!", I agreed, "Okay, wait here, I'll run get your shoes!"
"Oh, thanks, Genie!", Yvonne replied cheerfully.

We had already hiked quite a little distance, and due to Yvonne's difficulty, I elected myself to be the one to get her shoes.
Running on the balls of my feet, I got back to Jasmine and our picnic spot in seconds. I ran Yvonne's shoes back to her.

"Gosh, you run like a deer!", Yvonne commented, as she wore her shoes. "I should learn from you!"
"In time, in time. You're comfortable now?"
"Yes, yes!", replied Yvonne, "Much better. And, hey! I do enjoy being without clothes! It is comfortable! Feels free!"
"Society's shame-programming is the only thing that makes you feel uncomfortable without clothes... unless of course, it's cold. Otherwise, it feels great! And free, as you said!"

Once shoed, Yvonne's sturdy physique had her hiking with no trouble at all. She had been having trouble keeping up, but after that point, she was doing just fine.

I included a map of the area that we hiked, just for kicks. The following series of maps show a progressively wider view of the area. You will see that we were in the southern part of Yakama Reservation, and you will get the idea of what part of Washington State... Yeah, more fun with Maps.live.com.

This shows where Yakama Indian Reservation is, generally. It also shows my approximate route, as I recall and guess, from the hotel in Yakima, to where a storm forced me to land and seek shelter, and on to Redmoose's place the next day. That is all coming up in a bit.

Now we zoom up to Yakama itself, in a satellite photo. (Ain't Maps.live.com cool!?) Anyway, this shows approximately where my hotel was (I don't know exactly) and the areas flown over and visited by Yvonne and me. Notice all the farms in the northern part of Yakama nation. And note the ridge or cliff or something, where suddenly it becomes desolate. And as well, note my meandering, almost drunken route taken out. Talk about a nosy, crazy tourist! And it shows where we picnicked, and the much straighter return-route.

This shows the sudden change in elevation and land characteristics between north Yakama and south Yakama. And it shows our picnic spot...

And here, we just get closer...

And closer. One can begin to see, just from these monochromes, what a sparse landscape it is...

And here, we're "about to land". At this point, you can make out the individual trees. This is so cool! I can actually visit where I been, using Maps.live.com.

Here, we back out just a bit, to bring into scope, where Yvonne and I walked. Note the scale of distance at the lower-left. We put in almost two miles of hiking.

Where we were may as well been another planet. There was absolutely no one! That's the way I like it. No representative carrying their portion of the hologram of the illogical society that surrounds us. And that includes, quite frankly, the Indians. Try letting Yvonne go naked next time she goes into the fields for farm-work and see what happens, even among her people. See what I mean? Even though, from what she described to me, that would call for going without clothes even more than here. Genie-recommended attire for farm-work in the fields: Straw hat, gloves, protective shoes. That's it! But fat chance anyone will see that kind of practical applied logic anytime soon!

Well, thanks to Jasmine, Yvonne and I were in a spot devoid of the illogical society or any of its representatives. And by gosh, we were going to enjoy the opportunity!

Once Yvonne got into it, she quickly forgot she was naked. That always happens. We walked quite a ways.
We followed the gully a ways. We turned down a branch of that gully, to the left and followed it roughly east, a ways. Then I suggested, "Let's go to that high ground".
"Wow, Genie! You're working me out my money's worth, aren't you?"
"Are you tired?"
"Oh no, quite good!", Yvonne energetically assured, "Quite good! Just... I've never gone on a hike like this before... And no clothes on! Huh! I almost forgot!"
"It IS forgettable! And in this temperature, completely, totally fitting!", I preached.

Yvonne looked up to the high ground that I had expressed a desire to climb up to and asked, "So, you wanna go up there. What's up there?"
"What's up there?", I repeated, then replied, "Up there! Oh, I could fly us on Jasmine, but where would the fun be? We'll get plenty more flying on Jasmine!"
Yvonne laughed, "Oh, Genie!", and then cheerfully accompanied me as I suggested. We hiked east, leaving the gully, and began climbing. And I mean, climbing!

We climbed out of the gully which was pretty steep, then hiked a not-so-steep area, then scrambled up a, like, fifty-degree slope, to encounter another only fairly steep area. After encountering a lengthy climb at something like forty degrees of slope, we found ourselves on a "bench", a strip of flatness between areas of steep climbing.

Yvonne and I enjoyed the vista from our elevated position.
"You know, if somebody comes, we've had it", Yvonne pointed out, chuckling, "I mean, we've been hiking half an hour. Maybe it wouldn't bother you, I mean, you're almost militant. But, I'm not used to that stuff. It would embarrass the hell outa me!"
"You gotta get over that, Yvonne!", I advised, "Besides, whose going to come here?"
"Someone else on a flying carpet?", Yvonne chuckled.
"If a guy, I'll seduce him, and get you his carpet! And you know I could do it!"
"Wow, Genie!", Yvonne giggled.
Giggling, Yvonne leaned on me and kind of copped a feel of my arm muscles, and said, "And, what if it's a woman? Will you seduce her too, like you did me?"
"I didn't seduce you!", I insisted, smiling. Gosh, Yvonne was right on my front, looking at me so straight. She's so cute; those deep, brown eyes under those midnight-black bangs! I wrapped my arms around her since that seemed to be what she was looking for... and it was. She closed her eyes and laid her head on my shoulder.

I felt my cunt swelling up again, and felt moisture coming from it. I mentally told it to "can it! Not now!", but, as usual, my cunt never listens to me.

The slutty part of my mind was trying to get me to beg Yvonne to fist me, or at least, to do a lot of licking, kissing and feeling. Yvonne wasn't helping as she was snuggling, had her arms around my waist, and writhing around against me, and even moaning softly.

I was facing out from the bench we were on, to see the vista. Right beneath the line of my sight, was the top of Yvonne's head, and her coal-black hair. She was writhing and rubbing against me, and moaning louder. One of her arms quit my waist, and then I felt a big hand grope my cunt.
"Mmmmm, Genie!", Yvonne cooed, then brought her hand up, fingers with a good bit of my cunt nectar, and licked them; yes, surprised even me.
"Mmmm, it's sweet", Yvonne cooed.

Man! Yvonne wasn't helping at all! I wanted to suggest we try to scale that near cliff behind us for an even better vista, then go back to the picnic and go back to the hotel. But Yvonne was waxing sultry within my arms. She reached down and groped my cunt again, brought up another fingers' worth of cunt nectar, and licked it.
"Yvonne", I warned, "That's not sanitary!"
"Mmmm, Genie! It's sweet and magick! It'll give me special abilities!"

Yvonne was getting out of control. She lifted one of her legs to accommodate wrapping her crotch against my side. She dragged her swollen, wet guchi over my side, leaving quite a swath of wetness. "Mmmm, Genie! I wanna fuck! How can..."
"Yvonne!", I insisted, "Let's um... walk some more... Come on..."

Yvonne practically climbed me, getting up, then sliding down with her mound pressed against my side.
I began to see where this was going. She was getting hotter and hotter.
All right then, I decided. I helped her even. I kinda thrust my hip out, on the side she was using, and let her really get down on it. A few more times, and, yep! She blasted! Good and hard! Screeching, right in my poor, sensitive ear, too!
In kind of the manner I masturbate on those poles when dancing nude in those clubs, she rubbed her cunt on my side until she hit pleasure. Yvonne went through a full-tilt, huffing, screeching, convulsing orgasm, right there in my arms.

I helped hold her up while she wrapped both her legs around me, with my hip bone wedged within her labias. On that she humped out the remaining pleasures of her orgasm.

Finally calmed, she indicated to me that I let her down. Huffing and panting, she leaned on me, and laid her pretty head on my shoulder. My own cunt was swollen and aching badly. I held Yvonne firm, trying to ignore my throbbing cunt. Great way to go about that, Genie.

"Mmmm, Genie", Yvonne moaned, "Ohhh, that was nice! Never woulda thought in a thousand years that I... Oooo! Genie! That was nice!"

"Come on now, lets sit here", I suggested, as I led Yvonne to the cliff.
I sat, with my back against a protruding rock, and took Yvonne between my legs, with her back against my front. I placed my arms loosely and relaxed, around her. She laid her head back on my shoulder. So cute!

That precious sweety fell asleep in my embrace. My cunt was driving me nuts, but I had to ignore it... it's like ignoring a piano falling on your head, but I ignored it. Finally, I fell into a light sleep too.

I went through a number of "micro-sleeps", a kind of light sleep that sometimes presents images to you... faces, sometimes alien, and landscapes. Just random. I think it's a form of random remote viewing... or maybe it's thoughts coming to you from other beings, or maybe just sorta "out there".
During one micro-sleep, I was calmly observing a crowd of little beings standing around Yvonne and I, just looking. The little beings were three-and-half feet tall, and had large heads and expressive, black eyes. They were sorta cute. There were male and female versions of them. "Faeries" came to mind. Among them, was a tall, nice looking slender guy, maybe six feet at 140 pounds, buck naked, with a nice cock in a relaxed state. He was my type; slender, willowy, fit, with well cut, but not apish, muscles. He had a tiny, skinny waist and a cute navel. Cute dark-brown curls of hair framed his face; he was a bit... "Greekish", for lack of a better term. He had a pretty smile. Mmmm!
He was holding... a carpet. It may have been a Persian type. It was rolled up. "How much?", I asked, and then, with a start, I realized what I was seeing. I startled awake. There was nobody there! Just the vista before me and the wind... and Yvonne sleeping in my arms.

Like, WOW!

I gently urged Yvonne awake.
"Oh, Genie... Mmmm...", she sweetly moaned.

Yvonne stretched, yawned once and snuggled against me.
"Let's stay here forever!", Yvonne suggested.
"I would have no objection, if you accompanied me tomorrow, when I continue my journey. It's too late now, I'm gonna go ahead and stay one more night. If you want, you'll have no objection from me to climb right on that Jasmine, and fly with me. It is up to you!"
"Wow, Genie", Yvonne replied, "Oh, thank you! Hmm, like I said, I'll have to make some arrangements... the hotel desk job, my farming, my Parents... it may take several days. Oh! I wanna go now! Okay, okay. Like I said before, go ahead and go see Redmoose. Keep in touch with me. When you're on the way back, stop at the same hotel. And then, we'll be together!"
"All right! Sounds like a plan!", I agreed.

Excitedly, I rattled off my vision to Yvonne. She responded, "Man! You do... what us Indian should be doing... more of... and more of us participating... Just another thing I'm gonna have to take to The Elders to ask about. Off hand, I would say, something is beginning to happen about getting me a flying carpet. When you asked him 'how much', did you mean, price?"
"Yeah... I suppose so... And I asked it from my sitting position, with my head still nodded over in sleep. I... asked in thought... Man! I must have been out of body!"
"Man! You're getting good at that! Wow! Maybe I will get my own flying carpet!"
"Yeah! That would be major cool! I don't mind you on Jasmine with me, but it gets a little crowded. Just think of it, you flying beside me; that would be cool!"

We sat there a few minutes, with Yvonne in my arms, just enjoying each other. I finally pointed out, "You know, for sure now, it appears, you too, are two-spirited".
"Yes, yes, girl, I already admitted to it", Yvonne chuckled, "I suppose, that's the way to be if we're going to be flying around, getting into things with our flying carpets. With both of us being two-spirited, we should be able to handle anything. And possessing female forms, all be it rather powerful female forms, we come across less threatening, less challenging. Any new idea or paradigm of thinking that we may present, will be easier to get across".
"All right then!", I heartily agreed, "Well, how about let's continuing our hike?"
"Okay, Genie, although I kinda like just sitting here in your arms".
"Oh! You're so sweet!"

We both got up. Yvonne stretched and showed some pretty nice muscles doing so!

I made an attempt to scale the near-cliff slope next to us. I slid back in a mini-avalanche of pebbles.

"I don't think we can get up it", Yvonne suggested.
"Hmm, maybe not. Would be a nice view from up there, though".

I tried again. And again, and again. Once, I made it pretty far. I grabbed hold of a rock, only to pull it loose. It went tumbling down. Yvonne saw it in plenty of time to step aside. I let myself down within a torrent of pebbles and up to hand-sized rocks avalanching down with me.

"Okay, okay", I admitted, "I'm tearing the whole mountain apart. We'll just mosey on back".
Yvonne giggled, "The mountain's not ready for you!"

We let ourselves off the bench, and down, half stumbling, the steep hill to the not-so-steep part. We just took our time. I led us back to the gully, and then across it to ascend the rise between that branch of the gully, and the location Jasmine and our picnic site was at. We thought we had arrived, when it turned out, it was yet another branch of the gully. We went over the brief rise, then found our picnic spot, with Jasmine loosely rolled, against a tree.

We gathered our stuff. Against my advice, Yvonne put her clothes back on.
"We're going back to, as you say, that illogical society! I don't want to dress, but I must!", Yvonne said.
"You could go naked while in flight, but, that's okay. I'm going naked, but, you can dress".
Chuckling, Yvonne commented, "Pushing it to the last minute, eh?"
"You got it!".

We put our stuff on rolled out Jasmine. Yvonne took off her shoes, and she climbed on and sat in front of me. I held her firm, and willed Jasmine up.

I flew low for quite a while, enjoying the scenery. But as we neared farms and civilization, all be it Yakama Reservation, I increased altitude to 3000 feet. At that altitude, I flew our way back to the hotel.

I lowered straight down from directly over the hotel. When I had to, I floated over and found my room's balcony. I floated over the railing, with Yvonne showing signs of fear. That feeling again! I get it too.

But it passed quickly as I floated slowly on into the room, and settled onto the floor.

"And, we're back!", Yvonne commented, fascinated, "Just like that! Don't even have to walk across the parking lot. And look, four-forty-five, just fifteen minutes to work. Oh! I was almost thinking of calling them and saying I can't come in. I truly thought we were going to be late! But, I guess, there would be no way to call them..."
"We could have landed and used a pay-phone, but, from the air, they're hard to find", I remarked.
"And too much trouble. You'd have to dress, and take all that time. Nah, it's better this way. Hmm! Indeed, you don't have to dress, do you? You've been naked almost the whole day!"
"And loved every minute of it!"

As soon as we were off Jasmine, Yvonne leaned on me and hugged my waist. I held her. We just stayed like that for a number of minutes.
At last, Yvonne went downstairs to work.

Okay, okay! I've been dwelling on this long enough! But gosh, it was so wonderful! Well, to wrap up my time in Yakima; needless to say, after midnight, sweet Yvonne came to my room to spend another night.

Before she came, quite admittedly, I found something to masturbate on, and treated myself to no less than three orgasms. That calmed me down and got my cunt outa my face. I respected Yvonne, and didn't want to push her for anything.

Yvonne did a lot of snuggling and nuzzling, but, due to a lack of sleep the night before, and all that day's activity, she was tired. Soon, she slept soundly next to me.

The next day, I treated Yvonne to breakfast, and even lunch, later. We strolled around the area some. I offered to pay for a third night for the room, just so that Yvonne could nap there until five-o-clock and work. But, being a hotel worker, and formerly being part of the room servicers, and still does sometimes, Yvonne said she could set aside the room for herself, without my paying for it. She would do final tidying up before leaving it.

So, it was about two-o-clock, later than planned as usual, that I took off. I was delayed as well, by an extremely long-lasting hug from Yvonne. She looked ready to cry, but I assured her, "The separation is temporary! Concentrate on getting ready!" That dried up those tears!

Suitcases packed, and with me buck naked, Yvonne watched as I willed Jasmine up, and I floated out through the balcony doors, over the rail, and on up.

Okay, on my way, the final leg to Redmoose's place. I ascended to 3000 feet. There would be some rivers to deal with, and I wanted to be high enough.

For the first few hours of the trip, I did indeed have to work around a couple larger rivers. But they weren't much trouble; I found narrow parts or parts with a lot of sand-bars in them. Also, some rivers are just plain shallow. I have noted that very shallow bodies of water also do not effect Jasmine much.

It appeared the worst rivers were behind me. But they had pushed me a bit more west than I wanted to be, but that was okay. I was making good time. I assumed a bearing of just about due north, 360 degrees; or should I say, 0 degrees. The setting sun was to my right-front, and settling over the peaks of the Cascades... I think. Or maybe it was the Wenatchee Mountains. Or Glacier Peak Wilderness. One of those. I felt sleepy.
I laid angled across Jasmine, somewhat, rearranging my suitcases accordingly. Remember, as always, I was completely nude.
I laid on my back, with my legs propped up, you know, knees in the air, and somewhat spread. They leaned against my suitcases. I was oriented so that the sun shined right on my mound. I like that. And there, over wilderness and mountains, and headed for even higher mountains and even more remote wilderness, I fell asleep...

Next thing I knew, I was sitting up on Jasmine, facing a gorgeous guy! He was six-feet-even, 150 pounds. He had light, golden brown skin. He was lean, and willowy. He had a waist so skinny, I could almost wrap around it with both my extended hands. His muscles were well-cut, and not apish. He had this golden-blond hair, bright blue eyes and beautiful smile. His face was framed by those golden-blond locks, and had Grecian-like features, despite his light skin and hair. Oh man! And he had a beautiful, sculpted, firm ass. And between his legs, was this stone-hard, throbbing, nine or ten inch long, thick cock that was, well, like Yvonne said, ready to go "spelunking" (cave exploring)!
Oh man! I just laid back, and with my knees up and legs spread, I begged, "I'm yours! Enjoy my pleasures!"

He got over me alright, but didn't enter. He sorta got in a push-up position, and lowered himself over me. His big, thick cock got in the way, sandwiched between my tummy and his.
I begged, "Put that in me!", in a quivering voice.
He lowered himself, his face to mine, and kissed me so tenderly.
"Okay, sugar", he said in a gorgeous, soothing voice, "Here goes...".

Because I'm taller than him, he had to lower a bit, with respect to my face, and to clear that huge nine or ten inches. Oh! And when it entered me; It's just so indescribable the tremendous, gigantic surge of ecstasy that entered with his thick cock, as it rammed it's way into my hungry guchi, displaced a lot of fluid, and rammed home solid on my cervix! Oh man! That felt gooder than I can possibly ever say!

Oh man! I blasted within a few seconds. I must have damaged his hearing with my screeches. And he just kept humping. OH! I blasted again! And again, and again! Toward the latter orgasms, I had sufficient presence of mind to feel up his firm ass while it was pumping pleasure into me. Man! With each thrust, muscles rippled through it! Mmmm!
Seven orgasms he took me through before it appeared he gushed. He did it without a condom, so I was filled with his juice, that was for sure. It felt a great deal of it surged out within me. Oh man, that felt good!

Oh! It was just indescribable! That's obvious by now. Maybe I should search the Internet for a sort of "ghost writer" to rewrite this portion here. Maybe I should have her do the whole account. And I say "her", because, to describe the above, the ghost writer would definitely have to be "her".

After those indescribably incredible seven orgasms, I was afloat in gratified bliss. The guy lay on me until his dick softened. As he lay, I felt over his muscle-laced back, and his gorgeous, firm ass.

Finally, he did a push-up with clearly defined triceps muscles poking out, which I felt over before he sat up.

While I laid on my back, completely helpless to move due to the depth of the ecstasy of gratification, he sat up. He was between my big, muscular legs so that he appeared "protected". That's where I wanted him. His softened dick hung just below my warm, gratified guchi. I wouldn't have objected to another poke. Anyway, from that position, he looked down at me adoringly. He smiled and said, in that soothing, deep voice of his, "Genie, that was nice! Thanks for inviting me! Sorry I took so long to respond! You have a beautiful vulva, and it gives pleasure so readily! Mmmm! It was perfect!"
"Ohhh!", I groaned, "You are most welcome! But... but... what do you mean, I invited you..."

Smiling, he put his arms around my legs, between which he was nicely nested, and kind of hugged them, pulling them close to him. He also rubbed them, feeling their firmness, and hugeness of their muscles.
"Don't you know?", he softly chuckled, "The many times you showed your gorgeous vulva for me to caress!"
"I... I... I showed you my vulva to caress?"
"Like you just did!", he replied, lovingly.

Finally it dawned on my gratification-befuddled mind; he was apparently talking about the countless times, throughout the years, when the opportunity availed itself, that I would lay on my back, with my legs spread, and my mound facing the sun. That couldn't be!...
I asked, "Are you..."
"The Sun!", he chuckled, "Didn't you know? I'm the spirit of the sun, not the whole spirit; that would burn you up, and I certainly wouldn't want that!"
"Wow!", I feebly mustered to say, then added, "Oh, then, Sun! That was a super-duper, great, big super-great fuck! Mmmm!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, sugar Genie", he replied lovingly.
"You, you gushed in me without a condom..."
"Do not be concerned, my sugar, I'm but a spirit. You will not get physically pregnant. But, I did deposit an energy-package of knowledge, that you will need to survive the coming years. You see, Earth is sick, she has illness and fever. I am helping cure her. Unfortunately, many will perish, both animal and human. But they will get a chance to come back in the physical, on a healed Earth, a millenia later. But... not in such great numbers... The Earth is ascending as well. Condensing into physical will be a carefully granted privilege, accessible only to those willing to respect Earth".
"Mmm, that is good!", I feebly replied.

He gazed upon me adoringly for a while, then spoke, "Sugar Genie, I must go now. I will try to return when I can. But, so much to manage. Here..."
He leaned over and gave me a light-blue-and-white rose. I was almost unable to lift my arms, so he laid it on my front, right in the cleavage between my boobs.

"Genie, sugar", he spoke again, "You awake now! You are heading into mountains, and there is a storm coming from the north east. Seek shelter. You will know where to go..."
He, Sun, then leaned over me, in, like, doing push-ups position, and kissed me tenderly. As he arose, I felt very, intensely groggy. I fell asleep.

I woke up from that wonderful dream... or was it!? My cunt was sopping wet and I had cummed on Jasmine. I don't like it when that happens, but it has happened before. I just wipe it up the best I can and Jasmine seems okay.

As I sat up, something fell from the cleavage between my breasts... the light-blue rose!
How... how can that be!?

"Do you have it now?", White Dove asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. It's squished a bit by now. I did what a lot of gals do with an old rose, I put it in a book that I brought along to read sometimes. I can show it to ya, later".
"Yes, please do!", White Dove replied, fascinated.

So, the light-blue rose somehow came through my dream and became real! I didn't know such a thing was possible! Then, I noted something else... a strand, a few of them, of golden-blond hair was entwined with mine. "Sun's!", I thought. I saved them too!

I was indeed headed for very high mountains. I had not dropped altitude, it was quite the contrary; the ground was "coming up" to me. I was in a very rugged, absolutely remote, some areas possibly unexplored, region of either the Cascade mountains, or the Wenatchee Forest, or something. And, indeed, toward the northwest, were anvil-tops of some mighty respectable thunder-heads.

During this trip, I have not run into much in the way of bad weather. I have circled around isolated thunderheads, and even managed to rise over early-morning-drizzle-clouds, whatever they are; I'm not a meteorologist. That takes very high flying, at least, for me. That required 6000 feet to get over the cloud-deck responsible for the drizzle. For major thunderstorms, the only way for me is to go around them. Their anvil-tops can be as high as ten to twelve miles.

But this thing coming through the Cascades was a major front, or a squall-line. There was no getting around it, and no flying over it, not even the "passes", that were possibly as high as 20,000 feet. Can I fly through a rain? Hmm...
I was caught in a light rain once... I had been flying around; I was returning from an interstate rest-area where sometimes guys hang out, both groups of them, which I normally avoid, or lone guys, usually the type I go after, if I go after at all. Anyway, I was coming back home, and a brief but fairly respectable shower caught me. Jasmine's feel became a mushy, and I seemed to have to put out a lot of concentration to keep her going at just an easy-going speed. Of course, the rain initially made Jasmine the carpet wet. After passing through the shower, Jasmine was still wet as any carpet would be that had been caught in the rain. Even though there was no more rain after that, Jasmine handled in a mushy and unwieldy manner all the way home. I hung Jasmine out under our screened-in porch. The next day, I put her on the close line to continue drying. Once dry, she handled just fine. I was worried about mold, but none occurred.

I've been careful about getting caught in the rain since then. West Virginia can be rainy. Avoiding major rain, generally brought by fronts, effected my attendance-record at the strip-clubs where I danced. I managed sometimes by flying over or around isolated rain systems. But there was no getting around a strong front.

One time, I anticipated a front; a whole day before the night I was to dance, I commuted to the town where the strip-club was and stayed in a hotel a few thousand feet from the club. In a driving rain, I made a walking commute to the club. I had to fix my hair and all, but the other dancers were having their problems too. At three A.M. when I got off, it was rainy lightly and very chilly, at least to the other dancers. I loved it. I ran all the way back to the hotel. By the next day and the next night of my dancing, the sky was severe-clear with stars twinkling... and cold. I was able to fly home after dancing that night. Night three and four that weekend were able to be done commuting by Jasmine all the way from home as per usual. So, that's the kind of thing I was always having to manage.

My attendance was better than the other dancers even with all my difficulties, so the management had no choice, I was still the dancer with the best attendance. But my competition in the area of good attendance quite frankly sucked. Dancer types are not known for their dependability. They booze, use drugs, get into prostitution at times, squander their money on stupid ape-men then go through fights to get it back when they break up... Sheesh! I stayed away from all that hooha.

But... In the regular world of "day-jobs", my competition for best attendance, from what I can gather from observation, would be quantum leaps more severe! I wouldn't'a stood a chance!

Often I contemplate on had I not been born so... equipped as I was, and was thus doomed to a more typical existence of day-jobs and commuting, my weather problems may have indeed effected my employment... Cyclist-commuters have the same problem... just thought I'd throw that in... Keep in mind, I'm a bimbo dancer writing this; my mind flits around like a butterfly.

And here's something I thank The Creator for all the time: This... body I was incarnated into... it has been a money-maker for me. All I have to do is get in front of audiences of men (and some women), and writh around horny, which I do anyway, and I rake in the dough! What a life! It's what's making this whole trip possible! And those expensive hotel rooms and buying meals and stuff for people! That, and Jasmine the flying carpet; man! Was I ever blessed or what!

Well, okay, okay, I digressed (happens a lot with me)! Back to my rather major weather problem over the Cascades...
Okay, so, where was I... Oh yes, I was contemplating can I fly through a rain, and then I got all side-tracked into other stuff. Well, the answer is, I don't want to dare it. Besides, you shoulda seen what I was flying over. Good gosh a mighty! Talk about isolation! I'm not kidding readers, this northwest has places that... I seriously doubt there's been European foot ever set on some of these places. Maybe never even Indian foot, for tens of thousands of years. Virtually unexplored!

I couldn't risk getting forced to land in that boogery looking mess down there with a soggy flying carpet. Those were monster rain storms coming over the mountains, Jasmine was sure to be thoroughly drenched. It would certainly be much more serious than that day I told you of above. This could strand me down there for days before Jasmine would dry out. I don't have any food, and I don't know how to live off the land. I wonder if Yvonne does. Of course, I would be making a judgment based on a stereotype if I said she did. Just because she's an Indian, does not automatically mean she knows how to live off the land.
Well, I'm prattling again. The point is, I had to find shelter. I had to find a rain-shadow of some sort, and just wait it out.

I was approaching a huge set of cliff-faced mountains at an angle. I turned straight toward them. As I approached the cliffs, I slowed and began looking for crevices. Indeed, I found quite a few. Hmm, most fortunate I thought. Up here is safe from bears, wolves, big-foot and other boogies.

There were so many out-croppings and crevices, I could "shop" for the best one. I was well over a thousand feet from the forests below.

Dark clouds were already coming over me, past the mountain I was looking for crevices in. I had to hurry and make a selection. I had already narrowed it down. I floated back to the preselected ones. Sprinkles began to impinge upon me. Then it became more than just sprinkles. I made my final choice and floated to it.

By this time, it was getting dark, and the clouds and being on the east-side of the mountain made it even darker.
This was not bad... for a hole in a cliff. There was a rock jutting out, to land on. It sloped downward slightly, from the cliff. That's good, because it would roll rain off and away. Deeper in the hole, there was a niche behind that rock for me to sit or semi-recline without fear of falling off. I would be in a cozy cul-de-sac.

I settled Jasmine onto the rock that jutted out, and waited to see if it would give from my weight, which it didn't. I didn't think it would, the rock was huge, essentially part of or rooted in the mountain itself. The sprinkles were thickening up to a rain. I quickly got off, removed suitcases and got Jasmine away from there, and into the crevice. At the back of the crevice, there was a somewhat elevated stone that rose a couple inches off a small area of bone-dry dirt; indeed, it had not seen water for years. This was well protected. I loosely rolled Jasmine, riding-surface out this time, to dry what little rain that she had been exposed to, off. I leaned Jasmine against the back wedge of the crevice, on top of that elevated rock. I secured my suitcases on either side of me. I found a spot of dry dirt to sit on, brought out some snacks and canned food, and settled in. I got comfortable, with by butt in soft, dry sand and my back against a rock. I let my legs relax and spread naturally. They were propped up by a stone on one side, and one of my suitcases on the other. I was of course, naked, as I had been all day.

Not bad! This was kinda cool, if fact! I was totally safe. I was a safe distance from the edge, behind the huge rock that acted as... well, almost like a balcony from this crevice. I would say I was roughly, oh, sixteen feet from being flush with the cliff. There were niches of this crevice that went on back there, a total of maybe just over twenty feet from flush with the cliff. The crevice was way off the forest below, maybe 1000 feet. I was safe from any predator.

I looked around. There were a few tiny green leaves growing out of some creases between the stones in here. I wondered where they got their moisture from. There was a small tree growing from a niche right beside the entrance to this crevice. A stubby bush was on the other side, and even had tiny flowers on it.

The back of the crevice where I was sitting, was terminated by rocks and the stone of the mountain itself. The crevice was essentially wedged-shaped toward the back, with this and that huge rock acting as convenient places to put things, and lean back against. The "ceiling" and sides of course were stone. The floor was either that large, humped rock with it's balcony-like protrusion that I had landed on, and otherwise, a mixture of dry soil and rocks.

You know what, this wasn't half bad! The Flinstones woulda liked this! I liked it! Just call me "cave-woman"!

Then the storm really began to rock and roll. I have never heard such winds. And close lightning, my goodness! The poor tree and bush on the outside took a beating. Rain was horizontal at times. There must have been well over hurricane-force winds out there. The rain was torrential. Every so often, a cool, refreshing spell of wind would swirl in gently to where I was. With my legs spread, my mound was facing out as I was. The spells of breeze felt refreshing to my cunt. The swirls of breeze carried a very fine mist. Hmm, that's where those tiny leaves growing around get their moisture. I wonder if it does this a lot, here.

Man! There was lightning galore! Close ones! Brilliant bluish-white flashes were followed immediately by crackling, explosive thunder. The top of the mountain above me was getting hit, I was sure, multiple times by lightning. I saw lightning hit the mountain across the valley from me sometimes. It was the only way I could see it. Otherwise, heavy torrents of rain concealed it.

There was so much lightning, that it acted as a jittery source of light with which I could easily find things. I located a bag for placing trash, opened me a can of chicken, and enjoyed a little meal while I watched the storm.

That monster carried on for hours! It would calm down, with the rain being mostly vertical and not so torrential. Then it would rev up again with torrents of rain, very slanted to horizontal, hurricane winds and lightning.
Under the jittery light, I had a few more cans of food and snacks.

I was getting just a tad chilly, so I opened one of my suitcases and pulled out the blanket. I pulled out some tank-tops to, you guessed it, not to wear, but to use as a pillow. I laid down in the restricted, somewhat curved, flat area of dry sand. My head was on a rock, that's why the need for a pillow. My hip impinged upon the roundness of the big rock that formed the balcony of this crevice, and my feet were impinged from the other side by the rear rocks of the crevice. This sleeping spot would have been best for The Banana-Man, if there was such a thing. If I laid on my side, one side only, that fit, but my knees and feet still pressed against rocks. But it was easily doable. I slept well! The storm wound down to a most soothing rain all night long. Oh! I love that sound! I wonder if I could get a recording of it somewhere. Anyway, with no lights, there was nothing else to do. Again I say, I slept well.

I woke up a few times during what seemed to be a long night. It's because it was "lights out" by seven P.M. I'm not used to that! Toward what I perceived to be the end of the night, if I woke up, I felt chilly. I would wrap the blanket tighter around me.

Finally when I woke up, the sky was blue and light was filling the cave. The air had that "cold smell", dry, cold, "crisp". Apparently, a cold front had passed. It looked early. For additionally warmth, I pulled Jasmine down and covered blanket and me with her. I wedged her in well so she wouldn't blow away, but there were no winds, anyway. The storm had passed. I then slept some more.

Next time I awoke, sunlight was shining into the crevice. It was a beautiful sight. Facing east, as this cliff was, I would indeed be getting morning sun.

Man! I out and out enjoyed this! I got out my maps to mark this spot as accurately as I could. Just that, I didn't quite know where I was. I sketched a diagram of everything that stood out. I wished to return! I would even take Yvonne here! Wow, what a nice spot to camp. And I don't have to pay a cent for it!!! HAH HAH! You shoulda seen it! I crawled out from under my blanket and Jasmine. Brrr, a bit chilly, so I wrapped my naked self with the blanket. I crawled out carefully to the "balcony"-rock. WOW and DOUBLE WOW! The vista! Under a cobalt-blue sky, the scene fairly sparkled. That squat bush had managed to keep many of it's tiny flowers all through that storm. They were a delicate lavender. I wished they were bigger, but it's probably their tiny size that saved them. Man! This is a better resort than any I've seen! And look at that rugged scene! There ain't no one getting here, that's for sure. It's out of reach of developers. Maybe a mountain-climber could get here, but these were non-famous, no-name mountains. Rarely would there be any climbers here. No, this was for me, Yvonne, and maybe the birds. Cost, zero. Rent, zero. Those are my kind of prices!

Sitting on that rock, naked and without the blanket since I had warmed up with the help of 200 push-ups, I sat crossed-legged (I can take that position for a little while) and ate some canned food and energy snacks. Almost reluctantly, I decided it was past time to go.

I stood up and stretched, ending up in some basic muscle-poses. Nobody here, but, may as well stay in practice. The sun was shining on my physique to great effect, and I felt great!
I thought of something... I sat back down and leaned back on my hands with my legs spread. The sun shined on my cunt.
"Sun!", I called, "If ever you want fill this hole with your nectar again, come anytime!"
I closed my eyes and sort of let my head back. I enjoyed the feel of sun on my naked body. It almost felt I was being communicated a nonverbal "Okay! Will do!". Just like a guy; offer him a hungry, hot, moist cunt, and yes, he'll come!

Finally, using a lot of will-power, I packed everything, rolled out Jasmine onto the balcony-rock, placed suitcases on her and crawled on myself. I had a pencil and sketch pad in hand.

I rose on up to go. Every so often, I stopped and hovered in mid-air and sketched what I saw, and attempted to match it to a relief-map I had. I sort of "filled in" the relief-map, as I determined the location, later. I flew uncomfortably high to get a perspective of the area. As far as I can tell, I was in or near the actual Cascades, in Wenatchee National Forest, in the neighborhood of named mountains such as Mt. Formidable, Spider Mountain and Trapper Mountain. But then, for that matter, I don't want to tell exactly where my secret haven is!

After satisfying myself as to my ability to find my cave-get-away again, I set to seriously navigating for Redmoose's place. Gosh, my navigation sucks. I was off course again. I had to make a helluva course correction to get pointed to Red Moose's place. I got on a bearing of 310 degrees. It appeared Red Moose's place was about fifty miles away. Hotdog! I would be there in an hour!

Finally, I began preparing to find Red Moose's place. He had drawn and emailed me sketches of what his place looked like from the air. He claims to be able to levitate. He said he went out and spent some time way in the air to sketch a detailed diagram of his place, as it appeared from the air.
All I know is, the drawings worked.
As I pulled in closer to his area, I began to examine his drawings. Sure enough, some major mountains, lakes and other land-marks came into view. He had three maps; a big, kind of over-all map to zero me in, an intermediate map with more detail on his place, and a detailed map of his place and where he wanted me to land.

Redmoose asked me to NOT land at or near his house, because sometimes he has guests that totally do not understand those of us who have "tapped into the energy of the vacuum" or, "the wisdom found in the stillness". I like the way he talks; it's odd, but it sorta gives me goose-pimples. Anyway, the sight of my flying carpet would probably shock the bejeebers outa them!

I did spot his house from the air. There was a teepee next to it. I then moved away from that area to look for the landing spot Redmoose had indicated. I was floating slowly, just over the tree-tops of his property. I found the clearing which had all the markings he had pointed out. One land-mark was an interesting bunch of rocks... well, you know, I just like that kind of stuff. Anyway, I settled Jasmine down.

I got off Jasmine to not tramp upon her when settled in the grass. But I left her out, with suitcases in place, in case I decided it might be best to high-tail it outa there. I tend to be cautious.

All was quiet and serene. The forest and clearing were wonderful. Natural, pristine, the energies were great!

But while I was strolling about, waiting, I remembered something...
GOOD GOSH A MIGHTY, I Forgot to dress! Shit! That's gonna cause some seriously uncool embarrassment one of these days! I get so dam tired of having to dress when the weather doesn't call for it!

I wearily opened a suitcase, retrieved and pulled over a tank-top, and strung on a micro-skirt. I decided to just go bare-footed.

So prepared, I sat on one of the rocks sometimes, or strolled around, sometimes. Now, how was he to know that I had arrived, while back here? He assured me he would know. He instructed me to, if the weather was good, and it was, to just hang around that clearing some minutes, and he would be out soon. So, I did.

The clearing had a trail next to it, just a beaten path, possibly not even man-made. Might be a deer trail. Anyway, I strolled up and down. I was wondering if I should carefully fly to Redmoose's house to let him know I was there. But quite frankly, I was enjoying that trail!

Well, came a time that my sensitive ears heard foot-steps, still a few hundred feet away (yes, I can hear that far; remember my strange ears). They were coming closer and it sounded like two people. I hid, watched and waited.

Sure enough, an older looking gentleman that looked like Redmoose came into view, accompanied by a woman with copper-tan skin and black hair, in a long dress.
Quietly, I slipped back to the clearing, sat on a rock and waited.

"Hi!", I said, when they indeed appeared around a tree.
"I told you that was her", said the lady to the man whom I assumed was Redmoose. She then replied to me, "Hello! Hope you didn't wait long!"
"So now we meet at last", Redmoose said, smiling, as they both approached, "And I like your free, light attire!"
"Yes, it sure is light!", I replied, slightly embarrassed perhaps, to be in front of those two special individuals dressed like a... erotic dancer.

"It's all of about 70 degrees, you don't feel chilly?", Redmoose asked, genuinely concerned.
"No way! It's perfectly comfortable!", I assured, "I have jackets and stuff if I need".
"You claim to have worn a loin cloth and found it comfortable", White Dove said to Redmoose, chuckling, "she is comfortable in that".
"Well, any way, you will get NO objections from me, I am sure!", Redmoose assured me, giving me a good look up and down.

He sort of looked around, then said, "Now, where's this flying carpet of yours? I see that you are indeed here, with no means of getting here unless it was by parachute, hiking, or a star-person's craft".
(He means, more or less, a UFO.)

"She, er, it, is over here...", I said, directing them.
Jasmine was on the other side of the rock formation from the trail.

As I showed them where Jasmine was, Redmoose introduced, "This is White Dove. She is my eyes and ears into the other dimensions! Although I can do it some, she is very, very good at it. It is through her, that I knew you had arrived. She also let me know of your progress, so I knew it would be today that you arrived".
"Fascinating!", I muttered, almost like Mr. Spock.

They asked for and I gave a brief demonstration of me sitting on Jasmine as I rose to their eye-level, and back down. They were impressed, but, for once, not scared.

I mentioned the "Jasmine test" I give people for Redmoose or White Dove to take. I had already informed them about it earlier, in emails. By the way, all of Jasmine's strange idiosyncrasies that you had seen to now, I thoroughly related to Redmoose in emails. White Dove, I assumed, read them too, or at least was appraised.

Redmoose said, "I think that we shall not need the use of your test or carpet, as we both have the capability"... and as he said that, to my mouth-agape amazement, Redmoose was stepping on... air! He continued speaking as he rose higher, maybe some three feet off the ground, ..."have the capability of levitation".
Like, super-cool-WOW! Now I was the shocked one!

White Dove merely stood, while she rose to two feet and said, "We do not do this as a vain display, but to show you, that you are in like company, in so far as abilities are concerned, and that you may, without any reservation that we might consider you nuts, speak of any and all paranormal abilities or experiences that you have had".
Redmoose added, while still three feet off the ground, "And, we will not do this just to make someone believe or be amazed. Faith must come from within one's self". Redmoose then slowly came back down to the ground. Again I say, WOW!

"I receive from your energy, that you too, do not use your ability for vain display", White Dove mentioned, as she too floated back to the ground.
"Yeah", I replied, "That's why the little test. If someone can rise on Jasmine... uh, that's what I call her, er, it, I refer to it as she, and call her Jasmine. Um... where was I... oh, so, I do that little test to see if someone can rise. I do it that subtle way. I asked whoever it is to close eyes and think about rising, going up".
"What if it does not work?", Redmoose asked, smiling and curious, "How do you explain what you were trying to do?"
"Oh, I just say, when I sit on her... the carpet, that is, if I close my eyes, I get a funny floating feeling. It's probably just me. And then that's it. The subject is not brought up any more".
"That's very good, Genie", White Dove commented, "Very subtle. How many people have you found can use Jasmine? To rise, that is?"
"Three at home", I replied, "Two gals, both are as eccentric as me and tend to be big and fit, and a cute, sexy, scrunchable, skinny guy who is, unfortunately, scared of amazons... and for good reason, perhaps, because I as much as raped him one time, when he came to my home. Then, on the way here, I met two others, both women, who can fly Jasmine".

White Dove chuckled, and commented, "Your heart is so pure! It sings with the enjoyment of life!"
"Me? Pure? I'm a erotic dancer, for Pete's sake. I get in front of big audiences of men, on a stage, and I writhe, bump, grind, wrap my legs around a pole and hump on it 'til I blast. I told you already in email..."
"You speak of, merely, what is considered 'immoral' by the present system of rules and manners of main-stream society. What you do could be argued over perhaps, but it is of little matter to us, actually. We are concerned mainly with your energy characteristics and soul-evolvement. But I assure you, I pick up an unmistakable pureness in heart, where you are open to all people and things, and a healthy appreciation of creation. Your energy is very fine! It's positive, uplifting! No wonder you can fly! It's very pleasant, to me, to be within your energy field..."

Wow! I could see this White Dove was going to be very interesting! I was curious, "You... are in my energy field now?"
"As I am in yours. We all give off an energy field that extends some fifty feet away. During special meditations, you can wrap this energy field tightly about yourself in a spiral, and spin it, for certain kinds of effects".
"WOW", I breathed.
"White Dove will have much she can teach or demonstrate to you!", Redmoose commented. "Shall we walk to the house, or, shall we levitate?"
"Gosh", I said, "It's so beautiful here, I'd sorta like to walk... I know that seems strange to you, but I use Jasmine all the time. It's a little bit like a long trip in a car. Sometimes you just want to walk..."
"Oh, I understand that completely", Redmoose assured, "We do not think it strange. I too, elect walking, over levitating. In fact, I walk more than I levitate".

But then, I thought of something... "On second thought, I might... is there a lake or big creak nearby?"
"There is a sizable pond, yes. A major lake is a few miles away", Redmoose answered.
"Can we fly, er, levitate, to the pond? There's something I want White Dove to see if she can detect what's going on..."

I think you readers know what it's going to be...
It was so cool to have "co-levitators" with me, as I rose upon Jasmine, with Redmoose and White Dove just hovering there, in mid-air, with me. So cool!
With Redmoose in the lead, just sort of leaning into the direction of his travel, going, not that fast, only about fifteen miles an hour I surmised, we flew to a large pond. Redmoose began to cross the pond. I went down to it's shore to land. I heard White Dove call out, "She wants to land, Redmoose! I think she wants to explore this difficulty she has with crossing water!"

Redmoose was way out there, over the water, no problem. White Dove wafted down to the ground with me, as I settled into grass, safely away from the wetness of the shore of the pond. Redmoose floated on over it, touched down and joined us.

Well, to make this long story at least a teensy bit shorter, White Dove used her hands to feel out my energy field while just standing. When I rose on Jasmine and hovered at three feet high, she used her hands to feel under and over Jasmine.
Then, levitating with me, White Dove followed me to the water's edge. She had her hands under and over Jasmine as she began to fail. I backed up quickly. At that altitude, the failure comes sudden, and may result in Jasmine and I being dunked. That of course, wouldn't hurt me, but it would soak Jasmine, possibly resulting in mold and mildew within her.

After explaining that altitude causes the failure to occur much more gradually, White Dove, and Redmoose, accompanied me as I rose to a dizzying (to most people, but not Redmoose, White Dove or me) 1000 feet.

As I passed over the edge of the pond, feeling Jasmine become mushy, then withdrew back, White Dove was examining with those hands. She seemed to shake her head as if she could not detect anything wrong.
Then, White Dove floated right over to me, that is, right above me. When she did so, Jasmine undulated and kinda waved around, but was okay.
"Okay, child, move carefully over the pond".
As I did so, White Dove kept moving her hand over my head.
"Uh-huh", White Dove muttered. "Let's land, Genie, there's something I want to explain..."

Wow! An answer!? I sure hoped so!

We floated on down and landed close to the pond's edge.

"Do you have a large piece of cloth, preferably cotton, large enough to securely wrap or cover your head?", White Dove asked.
"Hmm...", I went, as I pulled a suitcase off Jasmine, opened it up and looked for anything cotton. "Hmm, the tank-tops are part cotton... let's see, what about blue-jeans, aren't they cotton? Let me see..."
As I read the little tag on one of my low-rider jeans, White Dove replied, "Yes, jeans are, or should be, 100 percent cotton".
"Here it is", I reported, and read, "One-hundred percent cotton, made in Mexico of US materials... Mexico? Oh well. But yeah, they're cotton. I don't know if I can wear these on my head, though", I laughed.
Chuckling, White Dove replied, "For the purposes of this experiment, we'll improvise".

White Dove helped me wrap a pair of low-riders about my head. I had to take down my bun and tail to do so. Boy, is that ever gonna be a fashion statement! I think I ended up looking like some kind of swami-cowboy.
With my weird denim turban in place, and Redmoose chuckling, White Dove instructed me to rise.

I willed Jasmine up, and was going to go way up, but White Dove called, "That's high enough".
I stopped at about fifty feet high.

With White Dove levitating close by, and Redmoose levitating apart a ways, and over the pond by the way, White Dove instructed me to cautiously near the water's edge. I did so. I inched slowly, carefully, watching out for the feeling of Jasmine going limp. I inched on, and inched on. Jasmine never went limp. I began to inch Jasmine a little faster over the pond, fifty feet below me. Still, she did not go limp. Before I knew it, I was well over the water of the pond! And I had full control of Jasmine. She felt firm, underneath me, like that table-top with half-inch cushioning.

"She's over the pond now, White Dove", called Redmoose from where he was, "Looks like something's changed!"

Indeed! I was able to fly straight across the entire pond! I flew a few feet over it, and a couple hundred feet over it! Finally, I landed at the pond's edge again, in the grass. White Dove and Red Moose likewise landed.

"Okay, now, what happened?", I asked, more on the "edge of the seat" figuratively speaking, than I ever was for an answer.
"All I know is", began White Dove, grinning, yet shaking her head as to express surprise and disbelief, "is that, when you are over water, an energy flow, peculiar to water, was surging through your chakras, from base to crown, disrupting that strange... uh, braided, for lack of a better term, energy, that was about you whenever you use the carpet. You appear to be focusing gravity! You are literally 'falling' in the direction that you travel. The water's signature energy, running opposite gravity, was disrupting whatever process that is. Energy escaping from the crown chakra has been a concern of persons of special mental powers for years. Controlling energy flow through the crown chakra was the earliest, most ancient reason why the following were invented: the crown, the turban, other types of head-scarfs, feather head-dress for us Indians, the yarmulka or kippah for the Jews, the hat in general, and so on. Keep in mind, of course, that the said ancient reason has, in some cases, been long forgotten and, in fact, 'replaced' by 'newer' reasons. So it seems like, here, we have, in a sense, rediscovered that reason. Which is in keeping, generally speaking, with trends anyway as we approach 2012; these ancient spiritual methods are slowly being rediscovered. And, the reason for being cotton is, it is made of plant tissue, as cotton comes from a plant, which has an ability to block, hold in, hold out, absorb or reradiate chi-energy, depending on where and how it is used. Other fabrics might work, but cotton will be, I think, by far the best".
"Okay", I replied, "So, I have to wear my jeans on my head all the time?"
Laughing, White Dove replied, "Only necessary when you wish to cross rivers or lakes!". She continued, "Actually, there is a prettier way to deal with this, we can find you a Pima, Navajo or other Indian head-scarf, which is made of cotton. I can show you how to wrap it around your head. Whenever you want to cross a lake or river, you wear it."

That would be a more fashionable alternative to wearing my pants on the wrong end of my body!

Okay, so went the initial contact with Redmoose and White Dove.
We flew, or perhaps more accurately, levitated, the greater distance back to the clearing and the trail. Then, we set to walking after I rolled up Jasmine, took off my jeans from my head, and prepared suitcases with the wheel-set.
"Did you design and make those?", Redmoose asked of my wheel-set.
"Can't you tell?", I laughed, "They are for when I have to land and cross large rivers by walking across the bridge, usually on a service-walkway if there is one"
"You mean, as you traveled from West Virginia to here", asked Redmoose incredulously, "you had to find a bridge, land, stop and walk over every single river?"
"Fortunately, only big ones..."... and I went through the all-too-familiar spiel I have already given you readers.
"Your return trip back home, then, should go a lot easier!", Redmoose surmised.
"Oh man! You don't know the half of it! I didn't know there were so dad-blamed many rivers in this country. I knew the biggies, like, the Mississippi, Ohio and such, but there sure are a lot of others. Wow! White Dove, thank you again!", I said, having already thanked her several times already.

Okay, so we hiked on back to Redmoose's house. His house is wood-frame, one story, had a brick fire-place and just; real comfy. There was a real teepee next to his house.

"May I sleep in that?", I blurted out.
"Well", Redmoose laughed, "If you wish. We had a room set up for you, but, sure! I must warn you, you'll be hearing all sorts of critters. Coons come up and sniff around the outside, owls hoot, you'll hear far away cougar screeches, wolf howls and things like that. They don't come near here, but you'll hear them."
"Does it latch up tight?", I asked, about the teepee.
"Sure does", Redmoose assured, "won't be anything coming in with you!"
"We sleep with the windows open in our rooms", White Dove pointed out, "So a flimsy screen is the only barrier. Nothing has ever come in with us. The teepee will provide far superior barrier than any window screen".
"That's fine with me!", I replied.
For some reason, I just thought it would be cool to sleep in a teepee.

We went in Redmoose's house and I set down my things and so on, you know how it goes when you visit someone's home on a trip. Anyway, White Dove by and by asked me, "How are you with dogs, especially perhaps, big ones?".
That took courage for White Dove to ask that... well, that would have been a courageous question if she knew me at all... but maybe... she did...
"I HATE THEIR G_DAM, NO-ACCOUNT GUTS!", almost spewed out of my garbage mouth. But, and after an obvious passage of a few seconds, I replied something kind of "new-agey". I said, and calmly, "Dog-energy is incompatible with my energy, I am not known for getting along with them".
"I thought so", White Dove replied, grinning, "and thank you for your consideration of processing your thoughts to something civil!"
I replied, "Yeah, sorry about the lag in the answer, it took a bit to sugar-coat my response!", I joked. I added, "Strange, you seemed to know I was about to hurl out an answer that would have been... unpleasant to hear..."
White Dove replied, "From a distance, while you were yet in West Virginia, I felt it a little bit, but was not sure. Now that you're here, and your energy field is intertwining with mine, I do clearly detect, that your soul, not your physical body, but, your soul, your spirit, the real you that is, is not habitual in incarnating on Earth. In layman's terms, your soul is alien to Earth. Whatever planet out there you incarnated on before here, probably did not have anything resembling, or equivalent to, dogs".
"Wow! A planet-full of 'me-s'; knowing me, we probably would have slaughtered them all by now. Eeesh! Maybe I shouldn't say that. I'm sorry if my opinion of dogs disturbs you all, and probably, it does. But to me, they're just obnoxious, psychotic, annoying, murdering monsters that have no redeeming features except that they make excellent moving-target-practice. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't have said that either..."
"Oh no", White Dove assured, "It's quite all right. Honesty is always best, and it is good to get that out now, to prevent any trouble later. The thing is, you see, Redmoose sometimes keeps a malamute, it's a sled-dog, around here".
Holding back a groaning "EEeesh!", I simply said, "Oh, really?"
"But I detected your alien characteristics, and feared you may not understand dogs. I therefore advised Redmoose to have someone else keep the malamute while you are here. Now that you are here, and I clearly detect your energy signature, and your obvious distaste for dogs, I see that I was not in error in my advice to Redmoose".
"Gees, I'm sorry about that... I... don't know what to say..."
"It is okay", Redmoose assured, "I am well aware of the usual fear and loathing many folks from the city and suburbs have of large dogs, thanks mostly to the psychotic behavior of such dogs when cooped up in tiny apartments and yards. I would actually agree, that only the smallest dogs be kept in such confined spaces. And some breeds, are to dogs as, highly purified and altered substances such as heroin and crack, are to plant substances that open the third-eye. In their natural form, plant substances such as hiyawaska and peyote assists the Shaman in going into spirit. All heroin and crack, which start out as natural substances, all they do is attack the brain as ferociously as the dogs you fear do strangers that disturb their warped psychosis. The malamute that stays here, is quiet and well behaved. With all this space, he has no 'dog-cabin-fever' that big dogs in the city have. Yes, he will go after bears, strange humans, wolves and so on. He is a good example of what brother-dog should be. After being 'introduced' to you, you would have nothing to fear from him. And, in fact, we just told you, that if you sleep in the teepee, you do not have to fear bears, wolves or cougars, because brother-dog, in the form of my malamute, has kept those away for years, to the point now, those rascals never try to come here". Redmoose completed his interesting commentary with a chuckle, "You have a dog to thank, for your peace in sleeping, tonight!"
"Huh", I said, fascinated, "That... what you describe, that's the way it should be... as long as he doesn't attack cyclist and other users of the road, or neighbors, of which there are none here... and, and... but... then there's that business White Dove is talking about, me being an... alien? Maybe that explains it. I don't think dogs like me. I've always know my energy and dog-energy don't go together well, but I never had any idea that it was because I'm from another planet! My gosh! They must detect the alien in me..."
"Or your unusual energy", White Dove suggested, then continued, "Now, when I say alien, I am speaking of your soul, the actual you, and the part that lives forever. Your body, as magnificent as it is, was born on Earth, I'm sure. But most, or maybe all, of your past lives have been on another planet than Earth. And whatever that planet is, judging from the general character of your energy, it is one of mild-mannered creatures and humans, slow to anger or fighting. Perhaps your former planet, the entire thing, is as Australia once was, devoid of predators. Pets, if any, were kept only for companionship. One would never find anything like a dog there, perhaps even, not even a cat. Rabbits, I would imagine, or their equivalent, would very well be typical. No wonder you are unaccustomed to pets kept for protection and violence! Now that you're here, and I pick that up from your energy, wouldn't you agree, Redmoose, that bringing her to close proximity with a large dog or, for that matter, anything big and carnivorous, is just not the right thing to do at this time?"
"Oh yes! She would need... an adjustment period, and a step by step process. Unfortunately, there is not enough time. She has only one week here, according to her, and the purpose of her trip was not about dogs, but, what was it exactly? How to use your abilities?"
"Yeah", I answered, "That's it. I just wondered... I mean, The Creator gave me this tall, strong body, and gave me wondrous Jasmine. Up to now, I've just been carrying on, playing around, showing off... I just wondered if there is some kind of thing I should be doing with all of this..."...

And thus it went.
I was NOT sad that they were not going to try to introduce me to some giant dog, and I understand malamutes are big. I'm just not ready for that. I guess what White Dove said, my soul comes from another world, a world of placid animals... and by my own reckoning, sex pervs!

We relaxed, ate, hiked some more and things like that the rest of the day. After advising me to wear my low-rider jeans, uh, on my legs, not my head, they took me to a town where there was a Native American store. Redmoose drove his 1963 Corvair, which was interesting. In that store, they found for me and I paid for, three Navajo or Pima type scarves, all cotton, traditionally worn by women over their heads, long ago. And we got some other stuff... like Indian music CDs; those are cool!

That night, sure enough, I slept in the teepee. Man! That was cool! I decided to sleep there the rest of the week that I was going to stay. I wished Yvonne could be with me. There were the night sounds, all right; hooting of owls (man, those things get loud), other strange night-bird calls, indeed a far away wolf howl, something that sounded like a man screeching which Redmoose said was a cougar, and all kinds of crickets. And once during the night, I heard something scratching and sniffing around the teepee. It sounded like it was 18 inches long and about 20 pounds, indeed, racoon-sized. Quiet in the country? I've seen the city quieter than that! Well, it was all totally cool!

The next day and after breakfast and a hike, is when we sat in Redmoose's living room, got comfortable, and heard my account. They set me on an old but comfortable easy-chair, White Dove sat on a small sofa of the same age as the easy-chair I was on, and Redmoose sat in a wood-frame rocking chair. He and White Dove told me to have at it; hold nothing back. And that, essentially, is the account I told you up to now. And I swear, though it took me a month to write all this, it only took two hours to tell them... I... don't know why that is... oh well.

After that came all sorts of spiritual discussion. White Dove suggested the entire trip itself was a spiritual journey where I spread my energy and positive outlook to people receptive to it. White Dove and Redmoose both pointed out the slim possibility, that in every stop except one, I managed to meet someone open to my energy, and even met two who could fly with me on Jasmine. You know, they're right! In all my life, I met only three others who can fly with me on Jasmine. On one trip, in a span of about a week, I met two more, thus nearly doubling the number of people capable with Jasmine. And then, two other people very much "in tune" with me... that would be Bill and Peach, were also completely open to my strange ways. Come to think of it, I never tested Bill or Peach... hmm, I will do so, later.

We discussed other paranormal and spiritual stuff, similar to that heard on Coast To Coast AM and on Jeff Rense. I asked them about the little beings and the tall, nice looking guy with a carpet that I saw when in the desert of the Yakama Reservation with Yvonne, and I also asked about "Sun". Both Redmoose and White Dove are familiar with the smallish beings. They are "elementals" or "Jinns", and apparently, for lack of better terms, run and manage nature. The tall guy with the carpet might have been either my, or Yvonne's spirit guide. "Sun" may have been some sort of high-level spirit that might be going to more or less be with me through 2012. Hmm... that again.

I asked them why a fine, high-level spirit such as might be associated with the sun, would come and... well, give me a great, gratifying fuck. Oohhh! That was nice!
Not even Redmoose or White Dove knew quite what happened, but White Dove's theory sounded nice, "From what I gather from your account, and from what I picked up from your energy, I believe, whether you fully realized it or not, you were... 'offering' yourself, to the spirit or spirits of the sun. Seeing your offer was pure and not connected with ego, Sun responded... Perhaps, you didn't think anything was really going to happen, and as well, having been taught by a school system born of the military-industrial complex, and thus taught that the sun, like anything else in nature, has no life, no consciousness, you offered what you had, your gorgeous body and, as you call it, your pleasure dome, to the sun. You said you laid, many times, with your legs spread so that the sun shined on... there. That's possibly, what happened. The sun-spirit saw that your heart is pure, and, maybe, that you came to, that is, incarnated on, Earth to help with Earth's ascension".

As you can see, she was clearly theorizing. They're learning too! Indian aren't saints. A few Indians managed to stay closer to The Truth than many others, but now everybody is being encouraged by spiritual forces to make a return to The Truth... uh, that's kinda what they said.

One thing they really wanted me to do, is to fly to Yakama, and bring Yvonne, to which I happily and whole heartedly agreed.

I contacted Yvonne that evening with Redmoose's computer, and made arrangements. Sure enough, the next morning, after another wonderful night's sleep in the teepee, and after checking weather, I went for Yvonne.

If I used discipline for once, I could make the trip to that hotel in Yakima, about 190 miles, in four hours, giving me enough time for four hours back. Redmoose and White Dove "imparted" to me, such discipline. With that and a very good and big breakfast, and after supplying me with naturally occurring fruits for snacks, I was off at like nine in the morning. I got to the hotel around one P.M. to pick up an excited Yvonne. Redmoose, through email, had instructed her to eat well and carry snacks, because he theorized, that while riding Jasmine, energy would be drawn from her just as it was from me. Off by two P.M., we made it to Redmoose's house by six-forty. I did stop briefly at my little, secret cave-hotel. I was testing to see if I could find it again. I asked Yvonne if she would like to stay overnight with me there, on the way back. She excitedly agreed. I think a little bit of fun we had while there helped her agree...

I had told Yvonne about the fact Jasmine flies better if we're nude.
Yvonne was able to show me to a room, scheduled for service, where we could take off from. Just before taking off, Yvonne stripped and then "strung on" a real nice thong-bikini, snow-white, that she bought just the day before, "for" me. Wow! She looked nice! The way that white strip lay way up over her wide hips and exposed all the cheeks of her rippling butt! Ooo! Little, bitty triangles barely covered her tits and circles. They were held by teensy straps. Uh... I'll admit, we had some "girly-fun" at my secret cave-hotel, so that's why we lingered little over thirty minutes.

That teensy patch over Yvonne's guchi displayed the best camel's toe I've ever seen... possibly second only to mine, if I wear a bikini. Anyway, her cunt was virtually eating it, sucking it in and making it wet. Before landing at my cave-hotel, I asked her, "Doesn't that make you horny?"
She just snuggled in my arms and cooed, "Mmmm!"
After working out her needs... and mine... okay, okay, we helped each other blast. Anyway, I suggested, "Just go naked. Bikinis make me too horny". She did!

And, oh, OH YES, the rivers! I was indeed able to fly straight, ignoring rivers! Indeed! Wearing the head-covering only, the rest of me naked, I flew straight over any river, at a nice, comfortable 1000 feet, my favorite altitude, and didn't feel a thing! I just kept the scarf on the whole way. That way, I didn't even have to pay attention to rivers! Wow, what an improvement! That was worth the trip itself!

Yvonne thought the head-covering was cool. She said it made me look a little bit like one of those women from the Middle East that she has processed rooms for at the hotel. But only a little bit like; the head-covering was of southwestern Indian style, and, other than that, when in flight, I was naked. That certainly does not look like a Middle Eastern lady!

Now, on the way back from Yakima to Redmoose's land, there I was, flying along, not paying attention to rivers any more. Yvonne was in my arms. I was nude except for my Navajo-made head covering. Then suddenly, Jasmine dipped and sagged, and felt like she was falling. I concentrated hard to maintain control and it scared the bejeebers out of Yvonne. Inertia carried me through over a river below. We lost 300 feet of altitude. I wondered what happened to my "miracle cure". Then it dawned on me, wall-to-wall; Yvonne! She's not wearing a head covering.

"Girl!", I said, "Here!", and I handed her one of my scarves. I helped her wrap it and set it up. So Yvonne looked like a Middle Eastern chick in a thong bikini but retaining the head-covering! Anyway, the next river we passed over; no problem!

I now have the complete formula for flying Jasmine: Nude, except for the head. She still flies better if I'm naked. Only the head need be covered. And apparently, that goes for any passenger, as well. Wow! How about that for an airlines dress-code! Naked, except for head-covering!

Now, none other than the sysop of this site thought to ask me this, while he was proofreading this account. What about the times I covered myself in a blanket, thus looking like a tent; didn't that cover my head?
Okay, the few times I covered in a blanket, was over the northwest and at night, and only for short periods. While wearing the blanket, I do not recall any dips in Jasmine's flight. But I can't remember that well. Also, the blanket is made out of all synthetic fibers. So, I don't know if it would even work. When I covered with the blanket or wore clothes, Jasmine became slower and less responsive to will. That's the biggest effect I remember. The thing is, I think, if I remember correctly, the few times I covered with the blanket, I was in an area of no rivers, or insignificant rivers. So, the blanket's effect is essentially, untested.

So anyway, Yvonne and I landed on Redmoose's land, a short ways from his house down a trail. Yvonne and I dressed; Yvonne in low-rider jeans and black, sleeveless t-shirt, and me in tank-top and micro-skirt. We hoofed it the rest of the way to his house.

During and after supper, there was much discussion about Yvonne's experiences with me in the wilderness of Yakama Reservation, Yvonne's background, Redmoose's background and White Dove's background. There was much discussion about 2012, the ascension, preparation, and on and on.

White Dove used her hands to sense Yvonne's energy. Yvonne was pure "Earth soul", in her "past-life profile"; that is to say, she incarnated only on Earth for the past thousands of years. Redmoose thought to ask Yvonne what she thought of dogs. Yvonne was essentially neutral, neither hating them nor liking them a whole lot. She expressed only mild curiosity in seeing Redmoose's malamute, but said "never mind, if it would scare Genie". Sweet gal!

Yvonne and I slept in the teepee that night. Yvonne thought it was cool too. We both slept naked under the same blanket. Mmmm, mmm, MMM! That was sweet!

All righty, so what are we going to do with all this?
We spent a few more days with Redmoose, White Dove and additionally, some folks they invited over, not necessarily Indian, that had some things to offer. One was a very good hypnotist.

Generally speaking, it did indeed seem, the reasons for my trip were right there; to solve the river-problem, and to realize, that the purpose of Jasmine and I, had already begun! Apparently, with me and my amazon body being a source of funds, Yvonne and I were to just sort of go out there and find anyone open, and form a network, and maybe later, communities, that would have something to do with this 2012 business.

Well, okay!
Yvonne and I took off from Redmoose's land, just after noon and a lunch. I had given Redmoose and White Dove a great deal of money for their help (they asked not for any). The thing is, the money is that which is extracted from men who want to see me dance close to them... and from men who want to see me masturbate on the pole; they give me a LOT for that. It ain't quite legal, but... they, the management, sorta looks the other way. Anyway, so I paid Redmoose and White Dove well.

Yvonne and I stopped to camp at my cave-hotel. Though not the best in sleeping accommodations, it was totally super-cool, up there, isolated, with Yvonne! That night was clear, and man! The stars! So bright they were, one could read larger print. It was cold enough to be fun. We snuggled under the blankets and slept well. Next morning, I took Yvonne on Jasmine to the top of that mountain while we: Had girly-fun, hiked, picnicked, sat and enjoyed the serenity, more girly-fun, then slept a while, sunning ourselves on the rocks. The whole mountain-top was to ourselves. Oh! It was wonderful!

I took Yvonne all the way to her home in White Swan this time. We landed in a farm-field, a safe distance away from being seen. Yvonne walked the rest of the way. She prepared the next three days to go with me. She needed to make arrangements. During that time, I camped at my cave-hotel and spent time on that mountain-top. I would go to the nearest town for supplies.

Initially, I ended up taking Yvonne back to my land in West Virginia. I had a small but nice cabin built, at about 1000 feet distance from my Parents' house. That then was Yvonne's and my home.

I got Yvonne into erotic dancing! Yeah, the whole works! Even set up a pole in the cabin's living/dining/kitchen-room for pole-dancing practice. I got her into weight training. Gol-dang she was hot! She danced solo, and I did, and then we danced together, feeling each other up. Men seem to love that.
Well... we got to have a source of money!!!

Hey, and we eventually did get Yvonne her own flying carpet!
Within the Navajo Nation, was this tall, slender guy, also two-spirited, and, like me, could get intimate with man or woman, who was an excellent weaver of rugs, you know, Navajo style. He also kinda looked like the guy I saw in the vision in the wilderness of Yakama Reservation. He did some kind of rigmarole to bless it.

Then, we went to a wilderness and camped a few days while the following was done: My carpet, Jasmine, was placed on an elevated, flat rock. Quartz crystals, small ones, were place on her, in several places... just kinda scattered. Then the new carpet was place atop all of that. So the crystals were between the carpets with the new carpet on top. We watched over them... just sorta camped there and kept critters off, for a whole day and night. Both sun and moon shined upon them.
By gosh, come the morning, Yvonne was actually able to get on her new carpet and rise off the ground and... well, all that I do. Just not as well, at first, but she quickly got the hang of it. Of course, the sexy guy that made the carpet was in attendance, so he is well aware of our abilities. He is... one of... "us".

Yvonne and I paid him lavishly (he didn't ask for money either), money that, now, Yvonne too was deriving from salivating men at the strip clubs. Sheesh! Well, whatever works!

Yvonne, on her own carpet then, returned to West Virginia with me to rest some, and plan out generally, what we would be doing in the future days, months and years. We never knew exactly what was going to come up.

Okay! I am going to wrap it up at this point. I thank the sysop of musclewomen.com for carrying this, and hope he can find the time from that making-a-living-monster to draw the illustrations I have urged him to do.
Perhaps, I will write about anything outstanding or particularly curious that happens, if it does, in a sort of continuing series. Don't hold your breath, though.
Hmmm, how does one end one of these things? I don't know...
Well, take care!
Uh, Live long and prosper!

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So long!

Oh, and dig the article below... and how 'bout that fancy, hooty-tooty font? You know, I like to mess around...

Hey y'all! Look! I'm not alone after all!
Lookit the article below! It's about bein' two-spirited... uh, that means bein' a lesbian. Or part lesbian.
Article on being Two-Spirited
If that site don't work, click on A local copy of that article

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