Open Sesame

By: Hank Horne
(© 2018-2019 by the author)

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Chapter 29

When we awoke, Maji and I were in our own bed, and coated in our own cum.  More was seeping from our rectums. 

“Morning, you smokin’ hot handsome hunk,” I said softly, as the love of my life opened his eyes.  “Did you dream what I dreamed?”

“Am I supposed to know what you dreamed?” was his smartass reply.

“Yeah, ‘cause you were in on it,” I retorted.

“It was no dream.  Last night really happened.  I hope you feel relaxed now.  I think you came at least a dozen times during the ‘dream.’”

“Dream or no dream, I am totally relaxed when I’m in your arms and have your baby-makers in me, on me, all over me.  Like that old song says,

With someone like you a pal good and true
I'd like to leave it all behind and go and find
A place that's known to God alone just a spot we could call our own
We'll find perfect peace where joys never cease
Somewhere beneath the starry skies
We'll build a sweet little nest somewhere out in the west
And let the rest of the world go by. ¹²

“And let the rest of the world go by.”

“Wow! That’s pretty damned relaxed.  Just what doctor Jamal Lowhangers prescribed.  And if I haven’t told you — your Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Dick Haymes would have been looking for jobs if you had been singing back in their day.”

Somewhere out in the ether, we heard laughter.

* * * * *

Maji and I emerged from our cocoon about noon, in time for lunch.  Jim was at the palace trying to learn why we were incommunicado.  For a change, I was very calm, relaxed and taking everything, and everyone in stride.  FUCK IT ALL!!!

“Have lunch with us, Jim, and we’ll talk about who will be here this weekend,” I urged him.

“What the fuck’s going on with him?” Jim asked Maji.

“He’s had a therapy session that works better than Valium,” Maji told him. “Maybe we can talk over lunch, if you just don’t get your bowels in an uproar.  Angel, what’s for lunch?” I asked the cook on duty.

“I have turkey and ham club sandwiches ready to serve,” he replied.

“And you gentlemen?” Angel asked.

“Sounds good to me,” Jim replied.

“Make that three,” Maji added.  “And I’ll have Coke to drink.”

“It’s Atlanta.  What else?” Jim added

I gave the cook a double thumbs-up.  “Same here!”

We sat at the casual dining table, while he served us.

“Who’s going to be here tomorrow and for Thanksgiving Day?” I asked Jim.

“Senator and Mrs. Staunton – and their son, your sister and her fiancé, the two bankers from Switzerland, the two from the Bahamas, and the two from the Grand Caymans, along with Mr. Witherspoon and Miss LeFevre.  Mr. and Mrs. Allen and Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins will arrive on Friday.  The architects are already at The Lodge.   The local politicians will be here for the day on Saturday through the show that night only.”

“That would be the Governor of Georgia, the Mayor of Atlanta, the two Senators from Georgia, the Congressmen from the local districts ….”

“With their spouses.  City councilors and county commissioners, some with spouses and some alone, from the surrounding municipalities may come either Friday or Saturday during the day for a photo-op,” Jim clarified. 

“That reminds me – Maji do you have cameramen scheduled to video and shoot stills …?”   Maji was nodding his head continuously.

“We’re covered all the way,” Maji added.  “We’ll have our own people shooting all weekend, plus there probably will be coverage from The Journal-Constitution, The Business Chronical, and who knows what other papers.  There will be TV coverage, probably from WSB, WALB.  I imagine the FOX stations will want to play us up for our sinful, radical, Muslim leanings.  And we’ll be ready for them.”

“Everyone will wear the tie-dye shirts and either shorts or slacks,” Jim confirmed. 

 “And all the dancers will only strip to tie-dye speedos,” I added.  “They will mostly do the song and dance routines with some of the acrobatic and gymnastic parts Scotty has been working on with them.  I love the opening number they’ve worked up.  ‘Stouthearted Men.’  All the routines will be from standard music catalogs.  None of the ‘I’m too sexy’ crap yet, and no nudity yet!”

“The big studio is set up like an Austrian grand hall, with the mirrors and everything,” Maji said.  “An ensemble of our musicians will perform live and some dancers will be dressed formally, dancing in there when the tour and news people are there.  They will do some of the lifts and jumps, depending on the music.  It’s all semi-classical stuff.  I think they’ll have some John Philip Sousa pieces tossed in somewhere.”

 “I contacted Wesley Chenault who the is archivist at the Kenan Research Center at the Atlanta History Center,” Jim commented.  “He’s the curator for The Unspoken Past: Atlanta Lesbian and Gay History, 1940–1970.  It’s an exhibit funded by the Georgia Humanities Council, and he’s a member of the Local Arrangements Committee.   He gave me the names and phone numbers of the LGBT leaders here in the Atlanta area — including the founders of Emory University’s Gay And Lesbian Alumni organization.  So, I think we’ve got our asses covered – at least, I hope so,” Jim commented. 

“As long as there is no nudity or overt lewdness, we’re good,” I offered.  “And we’re going to keep it this way for the next year.”

“Yeah, midnight New Years, then all hell breaks loose!” Maji joked.

“Almost.  We’ll see how far we go when that time comes,” I said. 

To be continued... 

¹² Songwriters: ERNEST R. BALL, J. KEIRN BRENNAN      © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

View original video: ‘Let the rest of the world go by’. DICK HAYMES – https://youtu.be/YKdDJhC8QQg

Posted: 01/18/19