Surprising Repercussions, Orgasm Discussions and Flight Interruptions

And the joy of memory… Image by Author, created in AI. Herewith, our final episode in Celia and Bucky Lee’s vague but intrepid journey toward wherever we’re going. To catch you up: Vladimir Putin has just escorted Our Duo, along with a cavalcade of co-stars, into an odd room at the back of The Mysterious and Possibly Sin-Brimming Art Deco Palace. Perusal ensues… The room was filled with hundreds of monitors, mini-layered rows of such. Here and there, lab-coated technicians were studying the screens and making presumably-important notations on clipboard forms. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that said monitors were live-streaming what was happening at every location in town where things might possibly transpire, including the dumpster behind the Dairy Queen and the men’s restroom at the nearby comfort station on Highway 69. Bucky Lee: “Are you spying on us?” Vladimir: “In our language, there is a considerable difference between ‘spying’ and ‘supporting the homeland’. I believe…