For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

I looked at the clock and saw that it was after 5:00 – I had asked my house to let me
know when it was 5:30, but since it was a good point to break, I cancelled the request and
sent the wardie instructions to create a gown for the evening, thinking a silk of yellow
with white lace would be good. I like to design my own, but there are many who develop
relationships with those who love to dress others.
I let the house know that ’botties could clean my paints and brushes, and any spills and
drips, as I left my studio and made my way to the bath to prepare for visitors.
Lee came into the bathroom as I was bathing, and slid into the waters with me. He
washed my back and then I washed his. Together we dried and dressed. The house had
laid out the clothes we had requested, my yellow silk and Lee’s gray cotton djelebra, and
we donned the garments.
We walked to the garden and sat near the J.D. on a bench of intricately wrought iron that
stood amongst lilies. We cuddled and kissed, awaiting the arrival of the gang. Shortly,
Cara came through. She was dressed in a short emerald-green velveteen dress, with her
long legs sporting black leggings and sparkling-emerald boots. A steel-gray Witness
necklace, stark and smooth, perched around her neck. She wore her raven black hair
short, Egyptian style, with a line of bangs cutting across her Asian forehead. Tattoos of
birds and flowers covered her arms, and a nose ring in glittering diamond clung to her
right nostril. She was lovely, and I said so.
“Cara! You look beautiful! So good to see you!” I exclaimed as I embraced her with a
hug.
Cara smiled widely as she pulled back to take me in. “I love the color,” she said, with her
eyes indicating the silken folds that fell, floor-length, around my body. “I’m so glad you
invited us!” She turned to Lee and hugged him as well.
The Kid came through, tall and lanky, with red hair and freckles ablaze on his head, and a
coal-black suit, so retro these days, enveloping his thin body. He grinned, embracing me
and Lee in turn. “Hey, guys,” he said, never much for conversation.
And then Tim came though. Tim’s sideline passion was body-building, and his defined
muscles rippled underneath a mesh tank top, which hung over the top of the jeans he
wore. He too smiled and gave us each a bear hug. “How are you guys doing?” he asked
when the greetings were over. And as we moved toward the terrace, we expressed our
good health and enquired of theirs.
We reached the terrace, where the ’botties had set a table made entirely of crystal, with
chairs to match, and a feast of fresh salmon cooked with lemon and dill, roasted potatoes
with garlic, buttered asparagus, rice pilaf with almonds, hot and freshly baked bread, and
a salad of crisp baby greens, tomatoes, feta, carrot shreds, and croutons with a
raspberry/walnut vinaigrette. A delicate white wine stood waiting and breathing. The