For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

Cara, Tim and The Kid – who was not a kid, actually; that was just his name – were
friends with an interesting arrangement. The three of them were married, and all three
had their bliss in social reporting. They attended soirees, parties and events and then
reported on them on the Web – on their blog, TiCK.net. Their site on the Web is highly
trafficked, and they have a reputation for good suggestions as to public events to attend.
Often they were busy, but now and then they had nothing to.
“I’ll call and see if any or all of them are available.” I got up and, with another stretch,
called to have myself connected with their house.
Tim’s hologram appeared on the terrace nearby, sitting in an ornately carved wooden
chair. “Izzy! Long time no talk! What’s up?”
“Hey, Tim. You and the gang busy tonight?”
Tim reached and pulled a holographic bowl of cereal from the air nearby, stirring it with
a spoon, and said, “Well, we are in San Francisco for the fireworks. You know about the
show?”
I grinned widely. “Sure do! In fact… That’s where WE are!” I laughed.
Tim took a bite of cereal, chewing quickly and swallowing before responding. “That’s
great! Wanna get together?”
“In fact,” I offered, “that’s why I called. I thought it would be great to have the gang
over. Interested?”
Tim finished another bite and replied, “Let me check with Cara and The Kid. I’m
thinking it doesn’t matter whether we report the perspective from here or there, so they’re
not likely to mind. They’re out at the moment, but I’ll call them and get back with you.”
I nodded. “I’ll await your call with bated breath,” I said with a wink and a smile, and
Tim blinked out.
I looked over to Lee, and he grinned at me, then beckoned me to his side. We cuddled
and stroked each other, building desire but holding back in anticipation of Tim’s return
call.
Shortly, I received notice that Tim was calling, and I instructed the house to put him
through.
“Hey, Izzy. Does 6:30 sound good? Cara and The Kid said it sounded splendid, and we
can be there.” Tim’s smile spoke of his pleasure at the coming evening.
“Oh, that’s great! 6:30 is perfect. I’ll have a meal waiting, so come with empty
stomachs. We’ll see you then!” I returned Tim’s smile.