The Central Mountains Republic, part 5 by Joe Rathbone SIGNS, SIGNALS AND OTHER INDICATIONS OF PY NAE KOT'S UPCOMING JOURNEY OF DISCOVERY Py Nae Kot was startled awake when she thought she heard an almost musical voice of a young woman call her name. "A dream." Py Nae Kot assumed. Price Is Right was fading to a commercial break. Py Nae Kot was about to nod off to sleep again when she suddenly noticed on the TV screen, a young, rather robustly built Native American Maiden seemingly pointing her finger at Py Nae Kot. Against a gray, swirling back-ground, the Native American wore a very risque teeny white thong that contrasted dramatically with her copper-tan, porcelain skin, and... TOPLESS!" Py Nae Kot woke up from near slumber when she suddenly realized, "THAT shouldn't be on the hypocrite pale-face television!" The long, black-haired Maiden, smiling, had a look that seemed to say, or somehow Py Nae Kot felt it go in to her mind directly "Your mission is coming..." and that is all she could get - just as quick, the image was gone and a regular commercial was in its place, as if nothing ever happened. Py Nae Kot felt only NOW she woke up, startled. "What th... WHAT was THAT!?" Py Nae Kot shook the sleepiness from her head. "Huh! I must have been dreaming!" Well, she did not remember much after that because she merely fell asleep again. It was not until her Mother saw her, still there, snoring away over an hour later, that she was awakened. Py Nae Kot, sprawled all over the sofa, had her arms spread out over her head, one leg was on the sofa, and the other draped across the coffee-table. "WAKE UP SLUT! Do something! Mow the lawn!" "Okay Mom, after lunch!" "Tch, tch, tch!" Finally she moved to fix lunch for herself. But, she DID finally mow the lawn that afternoon followed by, not straightening out her room, but on to the neighborhood gym for her weight training. And after that, it was on to the Night Club to invade the hearts of another crowd of men! Anyway, no more thought was ever given the strange image of the Maiden. A few weeks later, Py Nae Kot came home from a typical night of dancing at the Night Club to her Mother who always waited for her return. But this night Mom was upset about something she had seen on a late-night talk show on TV. She had recorded it. As they watched the tape, the Lady host of the show had as guests a group of the most militant anti-Black, anti-Jew, anti-Latin, anti-Asian, anti-Indian (Native American that is), anti-Arab and anti-EVERYTHING ELSE you can think of... except Aryan Whites! Calling themselves Neo-Nazis, commonly referred to as "skin-heads", they exuded ugly hatred all during the show, shocking even the thick-skinned Lady host of the show. They blatantly claimed they would not waste a second to kill Blacks or Jews that dared impede their progress. The four of them, two men and two women, spouted claim after claim after claim that made it obvious to even the most thick-skulled, that the four lived in a total vacuum of knowledge and were driven by blind, satan-forged, raw hate! The majority of their hateful remarks were shot at Blacks and Jews, but they touched on other races as well. Although they did not mention Native Americans directly, one could tell those four would not be inviting any Native American to live in harmony with them any time soon. Participants from the live audience of the talk show were obviously shocked as well. All this worried and upset Py Nae Kot's Mother and you KNOW... in fact, print is being wasted here to tell you Py Nae Kot was ENRAGED... to the MAX! And what really snagged Mom and Py Nae Kot both, were those four agents from satan declaring they were eyeing the NORTH WEST STATES as the land for the next all-Aryan nation! Washington and Oregon, they said, have the smallest non-Aryan population of all the states. They planned to take over, run out or kill any non-Aryan, and make Washington and Oregon into the nation that Hitler seemed to want for Germany, generations ago! "If any one of those mother-fucking, filthy, worthless, shit-dammed pieces of vile satan-droppings dares set foot around here, I'll PERSONALLY see to it they are filled so full of lead, one will have to pick them up with a broom, dust-pan and magnet! DAM THEM TO HELL!!!" Even Py Nae Kot's Mother backed off a bit when she saw that 240 pound, 6 and a half foot leviathan of female rage literally shake the floors with her tantrum! She had never seen Py Nae Kot so red-faced with raw, untamed rage! "Py Nae Kot! Calm down! It's just a late night talk show! They probably dug them up somewhere to put them on just to increase their ratings! You see? Everyone else in the audience was just as upset! They won't get far!" Py Nae Kot's rage even woke her Father up. Mom had to quickly review what they had been watching. He watched the tape the next day. It made him angry, but like Py Nae Kot's Mother, assumed the vast majority of level-headed people would drown the Neo-Nazi's devilish ways. (And by the way, for you Techno-Files, regarding what she said about the magnet and lead... yes, yes, you can't pick lead up with a magnet. But try telling that little detail to a 6-foot-6, 240 pound, red-faced female tornado!) Some weeks later one night, while on stage dancing away, Py Nae Kot noticed a particular Native American guy that caught her eye. Taller than the rest, he was just Py Nae Kot's size at 6 and 1/2 feet at maybe 240 pounds. Well muscled and tanned, and dressed in a white tank top, he had fairly long black hair that came almost down to his shoulders. But there was something else, something she could not figure out. As she danced, she kept looking at him, winking, smiling. He would acknowledge with a smile. She thought to herself, "Wouldn't mind at all if HE came up to my dressing room!" She had a private dressing room now. When she was "working the tables" Py Nae Kot noticed herself spending too much time at his table. She gave him a particularly sensuous performance. Her performance was amplified by the fact she felt aroused by his sight and by dancing for such a dreamy Native American guy. Up close, where he could see it clear, her aroused vagina wet the little patch of cloth that just barely covered it, making it stick and thereby show every detail of her large, heavy- duty genital! The next night and next few nights after that he was there. She made it a point to dance close to him. One night, as he reached to place cash under the strap of her thong, she grabbed his wrist with her big strong hand and invited... maybe should say FORCED... his hand to feel her hard, shapely butt with its muscles rippling. The ever vigilant Pete later told her "No contact with the patrons allowed, zoning laws you know!" But the evenings after that she invited him "with her eyes" to feel her over. Doing so discretely, they escaped Pete's notice. Py Nae Kot wished she would find him naked in her dressing room. Then came a night he was there as usual, but he had some strange contrivance on his table. Some funny looking thing that looked like some kind of electronic sensor. It had a wire running from it to a brief case on the floor next to him. She danced close to him, real close, practically jamming her pubic area into his face. Smiling impishly, she pretended to take the sensor, picking it up and acting like she was going to carry it off. He of course smiled at her playful behavior saying "I'll get you one tomorrow..." She set the object back down, bowing over his table as she did so. As she bowed over the table, quick as a flash, she stole a kiss right off her dream guy's lips! Giggling and smiling extra impishly, she was finally done with him... for now! Men around other tables started getting noisy wanting the same treatment. Pete later brought up the kiss, but she just ignored him. "GOLLY I wish he'd come to my dressing room! I'd give him the biggest "work- out" he's EVER gotten from a woman!" thought Py Nae Kot to herself. But, he was not there.