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Author: Willy Tamarack Title: Rabbis, Drugs & Spies Part: 2 of 2
Universe: Tales of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga Summary:
Keywords: (Mf+ oral anal) Language: English

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                            !!!  WARNING !!!

    The following material is a sex story, intended for adults
only - however you want to define them.  The author accepts no
responsibility should this material fall into the hands of minors
or people who would be upset reading the fictional accounts of
fictional character's sexual experiences that are obviously pure
fantasy.  These tales are written to stand alone but use
characters and themes introduced in some of my previous writing.
If you like these tales you might also like "The Adventures of
Willy Tamarack", "Shack, Lead !", "The Travels of Willy Tamarack"
or "The Stories".  It should go without saying; any resemblance
between the characters in these accounts and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

    If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy
has spent a life time looking for ?  In other words: none of his
friends contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad
breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of Willy's
friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do,
they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost
all of the people live happily ever after.  Well, you're probably
as close to finding it here as anywhere else.  Remember though,
we are all God's children and should treat each other as such.

    A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day
without joy."  As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.

                          A WILLY TAMARACK TALE

                          Rabbis, Drugs & Spies
                             (Mf+ oral anal)

                                   by
                             Willy Tamarack

      With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.
Constitution

                              CHAPTER FOUR

                        Saint Petersburg, Russia
                               Mid-1990's

  Rada was sitting on my face.  I'd spread the curls away from
her cunt and pulled her lips apart.  My tongue was attacking her
tiny clitoris. Her hips were wiggling around as I ran my tongue
up the crack of her ass and reamed it into her asshole.  Natlya
was on her knees between my spread legs and sucking my cock. 
Occassionaly she'd rub her tits against my boner.

  I rolled over and pushed Rada away from me.  I grabbed Natalya
by the hair and kept her mouth pumping on and off my cock.  It
was slick with saliva and I was ready to fuck.  I got to my knees
and pulled Rada over by the hips.  She struggled to her knees and
I moved into position behind her.  She had a nice plump, meaty
butt and I spread it wide apart.  She had some squiggly, dark
pubes growing around her asshole.  A good patch covering her
crotch and lower stomach.

  I leaned over her and dribbled a loogie down on to her asshole.
 It winked at me.  I bent and reamed my tongue into her again. 
She moaned.  I rubbed my finger around her anus and then pushed
it into her.  A louder moan.  My cock was like a tire iron.  I
straightened and pushed the head of my cock against her anus.  I
wiggled around until the head popped in. Another moan.

  I pushed and pulled...Pushed and pulled...Pushed and pulled. 
Slowly I pushed my cock all the way into her.  Her butt hole was
streached around my cock.  I pulled all the way out and then
shoved it all the way in.  Her head came up off the mattress and
she cried out.  I did it again and she screamed this time.  I
started fucking her and didn't stop until I'd cum and was a
babbling idiot curled up behind her.

  I'd pounded her down on to the mattress.  Her anus was reamed
out and a large brown hole between the cheeks of her ass. 
Natalya was on her knees with her face in Rada's ass.  I ran my
hand up between Natalya's legs and entered her cunt with two
fingers.  Her butt started wiggling around while she pressed her
face between the other girl's butt cheeks.

  I wiggled away from them and threw my legs off the bed.  I
grabbed the pipe off the bed side table and took a rip.  The
brunette was still reaming out the blonde girl's asshole.  I
stroked myself a few times.  The bottle of blue pills was next to
the pipe.  I dry swallowed a pill and then headed for the
kitchen.

  There was a huge orgy going on in the front room.  Everyone was
naked. Dmitry was fucking one of the skinny blondes.  Carol was
wearing a strapon and fucking the other little blonde.  Erin was
watching and playing with herself.  I drank a lot of coke before
going back to the bedroom.  I wanted to fuck Natalya in the ass.

                                 *****

  Stephan Myshkin was sitting in the bar along with the ex-K.G.B.
man. They had been here for several days and not seen this man
who had all the marijuana.  Karp had been very helpful,
describing the man and woman.  He even offered to sell them some
because he knew he could get more.  There were many in the bar
this afternoon, like every afternoon since Karp and the other men
bought this magic marijuana.  Everyone was talking about it and
there were a couple who had come from several hundred kilometers
away for an opportunity to buy some.

  Dmitry entered the bar and immediately went right to the
bartender.  He ordered a vodka.  Before the bartender could set
up the drink, Dmitry disappeared out the door and walked quickly
away from the bar.  Karp had noticed Dmitry and seen him split. 
The bartender was looking around. Karp looked over at the man
named Stephan and his friend.  They were drinking with several
women, big spenders.

  Carol was a block away when she observed Dmitry walking out of
the door and away from the bar.  She turned and crossed the
street immediately. Erin and I watched Carol cross the street. 
We were a block behind her. She started window shopping.  Erin
and I imitated her.  There were three of them.  Black cars,
tinted windows, powerful engines.  I watched them in the
reflection from the window.  As soon as they passed I turned and
started retracing our steps back toward the direction we just
came from. Erin was at my side.  We were walking casually but
with a purpose.

  The cafe was just a block from the bus station.  I was glad we
didn't bring the car.  Erin went to the restroom.  Dmitry was
sitting alone in the back.  I sat at the adjoining table.  Carol
entered the cafe moments after Erin got back from the restroom.

  All three of us looked at Dmitry, waiting.  He was drinking
vodka.  The waitress came over to the table and Dmitry ordered
for us.  When she left he started.  "K.G.B., well ex-K.G.B., some
bad people.  He was with another who is connected to a real bad
guy.  I have called Karp.  He is meeting us at bus station and
you can do the deal there.  We will meet in another bar the next
time and start mixing it up."

  I looked to Carol.  "You catch anything ?"

  She shrugged her shoulders.  "I got a glimpse.  A couple of
guys got out of the cars and went into the bar.  Four of them
came out.  One of them got into one of the cars.  Conversation
lasted about three minutes.  Lots of people started leaving the
bar.  Karp was one of them.  The guys in the car weren't the
authorities.  I'm sure of that."

  The hunters were out looking for game.  I was stoked.  When we
entered the bus station, Erin went immediately to the phones and
called our control.  I saw Karp over by the restrooms and headed
in that direction. Carol was across the crowded waiting room
keeping an eye out.  I got rid of ten pounds of weed.  Karp
couldn't pay for it all so I gave it to him on consignment.  He
claimed he could sell twice as much.  I asked him to choose a
place for the next meet in three days.

  They were queing up for the bus when I came out of the
restrooms.  I scanned the crowd.  Dmitry was getting on.  Erin
was in line.  Carol was coming from across the room.  I lit a
cigarette and moved toward the bus. I was sitting with Erin about
half way back.  Carol and Dmitry were sitting behind us.  The bus
was starting to move.  I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

  The elbow in my side woke me.  Erin was looking out the window.
 One of the black cars was passing us in the opposite direction.
A moment later a second black car rushed by us.  "Same guys ?"  I
asked.

  Erin nodded her head and grabbed my hand.  I put my arm around
her and we slept until Dmitry shook my shoulder as the bus
started to slow.  I had no idea where we were.  Once off the bus
Dmitry pushed us until we were well in to the forest.  I was
afraid we wouldn't be able to find the house.  Dmitry kept
telling me, "No sweat.  Smoke some more weed, Willy."

  And I did.  It took us three hours to get to the house and we
entered the cleared out area from the opposite direction.  The
younger girls were out around the house sunbathing, naked.  Erin
and Carol could hardly wait to get into the shower.  I wanted to
fuck one of the skinny blondes and did, right out in the grass by
the side of the house.

  For the next three days we filmed.  We'd planned out a series
of family videos that were going to make us millions.  We were
done.  We got to fixing some food while we smoked weed and drank
good vodka.  The fucking began after dinner but we turned in
early.  Lots of work tomorrow.

                                 *****

  Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski decided they were going to stay
here for a couple of days.  Because just hours after they arrive
in this town it's full of powerful weed.  His people tell him
it's much better than hash.  Not as harsh and the weed is more
potent.  Some mentioned that they got horny after smoking it. 
And it was being sold in almost all the bars of this town.

  They found the man, named Karp, at the bus station.  He was
loaded with ten pounds and sold them three.  His people had
fanned out and were selling it as fast as they could.  He tried
some and was impressed.  He was smoking more and soon it came to
him.  He wanted a girl.

  The skinny blonde came to his room a while later.  She was cute
enough and loved to suck his uncircumsized cock.  She was very
good and "The Weasel" wormed his huge, fat cock into her butt
hole after she finished blowing him.  She was very tight in the
butt.  Elija liked that.

                              CHAPTER FIVE

  Dmitry was sneaking around the corner of the house.  Erin was
on the camera.  He was wearing just a rain coat.  Earlier Erin
had videoed the girls through one of the windows.  They were
hardly dressed.  Carol, their "mother," had left through the
front door several minutes before that.

  Dmitry met up with me on the other side of the house.  We
peeked into the window and then quickly ducked down.  I was also
dressed in just a raincoat.  My cock was hard as rock.  The girls
were reading.  I moved toward the door.  Dmitry was right behind
me.  We burst through the door and the girls started screaming
immediately.  Both Carol and Erin were now shooting as we
captured the girls and tied them up.

  The debachery lasted for over an hour.  We fucked both of them,
tied to the bed.  We fucked their faces until there was cum
dribling out of their mouths.  We double teamed them and filled
both their tight pussies and tight butts with lots and lots of
cock.  I was exhausted when we were through.  Carol and Erin with
the other two were clapping after the final anal assault.  The
ending was pretty cool with Carol entering the house, after
Dmitry and I escaped out the back, and screaming when she finds
her young daughters.

  It was pretty hot and we edited it that night as we all got
really fucking stoned.  The next day we did some grandfather
stuff and then the horny father.  What ever the subject it
contained as many young girls as we could imagine and let me tell
you we had very fertil imaginations.

  After three days of film making, Dmitry left for St. Pete to
return the girls, pick up some more girls and to drop off some
videos.  He told us it might be a couple of days as he hadn't met
these girls before.  Just heard about them by word of mouth on
the web.  That was okay with me as I was tapped out.  We still
had twenty some pounds left and I wanted to get rid of it.  We
were in the last half of our lease and would have to move in ten
days or so.  I didn't want to be transportating large amounts of
weed around.

  We traveled to Volkhov the following day, leaving the bus
several kilometers south of town.  We were no where near the bus
station.  As soon as the bus disappeared we changed direction and
headed for a small local cafe in a rural section further south of
town.  Just a house here and there, all with gardens.  And let me
tell you these gardens were flush with lots of vegetables.  There
were some chickens running around, too. This far out of town we
weren't going to find anyone who spoke English.

  I was praying the directions Karp gave me would do the trick. 
There appeared to be a cross road and several buildings ahead. 
We slowed our pace and started looking for people watching us. 
Karp said a bus came by here at six.  It was now just four.

  I left the girls out in the street and entered the cafe.  A
nice looking young lady said something to me.  I didn't
understand a word she was saying.  I called to her, "Vodka."  She
went through a door and disappeared.  I went to the front and
waved to the girls through the window.

  We were there only about ten minutes before we heard him.  I'd
had two shots.  The girls just one.  It was a motor cycle and
Karp parked it behind the cafe against the back of the building.
He entered through the rear and came through the door to the
kitchen.  He was smiling, a very big smile and carrying a
suitcase.

  "We fool them this time.  But they want to meet you very bad. 
Good place, Willy !  You like.  Short walk to town.  Three
kilometers.  Bus here in..."  He looked at his wrist.  "...about
ninety minutes."  The girl was bringing a bottle of vodka and
some crackers.

  Karp continued.  "Friends own this.  They farm.  Would like to
meet you.  Talk about growing.  Is that okay ?"

  "Sure, Karp."  I threw back another shot.  "You got a lot of
money for me today ?"

  Karp kicked the suitcase over to me.  "It's full of rubbles,
large bills.  You need help changing ?  I know a guy."  So did we
and his name was Uncle Sam.

  I shook my head.  Carol moved away from the table and toward
the back of the cafe, near the door to the kitchen.  I saw them
coming.  Three men, dressed like farmers.  No suits and ties,
working men.

  "Okay if we smoke in here ?"  I asked.  Karp nodded his head
then got up and went to the front door.  The men entered.  They
greeted each other. Their eyes were on me.  I could see it in
them.  They were growers.  I rose to greet them and passed them
the pipe.

  We were close friends by the time the bus arrived.  It was half
an hour late.  I left them with the rest of our stash except for
a couple of pounds to bribe officials and the such with.  Before
we left, I asked Karp if he could arrange to introduce me to
someone who deals in heavy weapons, AKs, maybe some rocket
propelled grenades, C4.  He didn't appear surprised at all that I
would ask him for this information.  He told me the ex- K.G.B.
men who broke up our exchanges the last time were the men to talk
to.  I figured that was what he was going to tell me.  I used the
phone before we left and talked to our contact in St. Pete.  We
were getting close.

                                 *****

  Elija "The Weasel" Kruschefski was confering with his team. 
Stephan had worked out very well up here, gathering a small team
of well diciplined men.  They had not come close to finding the
guy who grew the weed but that Karp guy never seemed to run out.
He was selling it by the half kilo.  It took them three days to
corner him.  Of course they bought weed from him.  He was the
key.  Everyone who sold it, bought it from Karp. Well, there was
the rumor of another guy but no one had seen him for weeks, an
older guy with long hair.  That's who Elija was interested in.

  They were meeting Karp this afternoon.  He promised them kilos
if they wanted it.  Stephan's people wanted it but Elija wanted
the grower more. The guy who was providing it.  He was up here
some where.  They were close at the bus station but that was days
ago.  They also tried to follow this Karp guy but he shook them
in the commercial center.  That's okay, they'd meet him soon.

  Just this morning, Elija heard reports of some very exciting
porno videos and some of this same weed being offered in St.
Pete.  His people were trying to procure the videos to copy
them.....

  .....He'd had another young one last night.  She was
delightful.  Small mounds for breasts, undeveloped nipples and
hairless.  She tasted wonderful and he ate her until she was well
into multiple orgasms.  The weed seemed to make her horny.  He
was always horny.  She was tight, very tight and screamed when he
forced it into her.  It drove him wild.  He rutted in her for
hours.  At the end she was just whimpering, a broken doll.....

  .....Stephan's men were breaking up to cover the meeting with
Karp.  Elija and Stephan waited a while before taking one of the
black limos to the bar where the meeting was to take place.

  Approaching the bar his men signaled that Karp was already
there.  It was a busy time of the day.  There was a good crowd. 
Elija went to the bar while Stephan went to sit and talk with
Karp.  Stephan was exchanging money for a bag that Elija was sure
was full of weed.  He walked over to the table and sat.

  "Do you know who I am ?"  He asked Karp.  The man's eyes were
wide but not with fear.  He must not know who Elija was.  Very
possible out here. The man shook his head.

  "I am Elija Kruschefski.  I was with state security before the
fall.  I could help you out here, Karp.  You have made a lot of
money selling this farmer's weed.  I'd like to meet him."

  Willy had predicted this would happen and Karp was ready with
an answer.  "The farmer wants to meet you, too.  He would like to
buy weapons and Stephan told me you sometimes sell weapons.  Is
this true ?"  Karp waited for an answer.

  This was escalating much faster than Elija and Stephan
imagined.  Weapons !?  Well, of course a marijuana dealer would
want to be well armed.  He works in a very difficult business. 
Karp told them exactly what Willy Tamarack asked him to tell
them.  Willy Tamarack had made him a lot of money.  They set the
time and the place.  Elija was excited about meeting the man with
so much marijuana.  The man, Karp, left the bar.  Stephan and his
men had another round of vodka.  So did Elija.

                                 *****

  Dmitry was not at the house in the forest when we got back.  I
lit a fire, the girls cooked some dinner and we smoked a lot of
weed.  We were close to completing our mission here.  The man we
wanted was getting interested in us.  That was the goal.  Lure
mister big out into the open and then let the authorities take
him out.  Our patrons, the C.I.A., wanted to grill him about
errant Russian nukes.  Once we got him into the open, we were
done.

  It was early evening the following day before Dmitry appeared
with two lovely, young ladies.  They were sisters.  A fifteen
year old and a thirteen year old.  I had a boner as soon as I saw
them.  Both with light brown hair and slight figures, modest
breasts with thin waists and nice butts.  We smoked more weed and
finally all got naked after we were stoned beyond reproach.

  For two days we filmed more video.  There was little we didn't
do with the young ladies.  The thirteen year old loved to take it
up the butt and, being the butt man I am, I was in it for hours
at a time.  Her older sister liked blow jobs and we did a lot of
those too !  We managed to accomplish some more editing and
finished up a couple of more videos.  Dmitry left after midnight
one night and I slept 'till noon the following day.

  Erin and Carol were sun bathing in the nude, out by the side of
the house.  I was viewing more video and organizing my hard
drives for the trip west.  Dmitry was running when he exited the
forest.  He only stopped when he saw the naked ladies.  I heard
them talking and joined them at the side of the house.  Dmitry
was talking.

  "I was unable to get more girls.  Organized crime is looking
for the people who are making such good porno.  I didn't want to
danger the girls. These are bad people."  Dmitry laughed.  "Lots
of people think it is me. And the authorities are interested in
who is selling such good weed in St. Pete."  Dmitry continued
laughing.

  We joined him.  Probably time to do a little planning; after
all Dmitry said these were bad people.  The C.I.A. told us the
same thing.  Time to get serious about dive toss.  The four of us
went back inside.  A lot of pot smoking and depravity ensued but
that was about all.

                              CHAPTER SIX

  Stephan was waiting for Elija to arrive.  They were meeting in
an office building about three kilometers from the meeting place.
 There had been no sign of the grower or the women who were
always with him.  All his men were deployed.  They would get lots
of advance notice.  The phone rang. Stephan answered it on the
second ring.  He listened for a couple of moments before grunting
a reply.  Several moments later he asked a question.  He hung up
after getting an answer.

  "Still no sight of the grower but Karp has arrived.  There is
also some activity with the security forces.  Several groups of
uniformed men have been spotted in town.  Our informant with the
security forces doesn't seem to be able to get any information on
these groups.  He thinks coincidence."

  Elija thought about this for a moment.  The security forces
were always intrested in his activities.  He spent lots of effort
to remain behind the scenes.  Few knew his real business.  That
this pot grower shows up asking for arms was somewhat disturbing.
 But his greed for more and more money washed over his suspicion.

  "Tell your men to keep a good look out.  I, too, think
coincidence." His informants were much more highly placed than
Stephan's and Elija hadn't heard a word.  Greed won out !  They
left for the meeting with the pot grower.

                                 *****

  Dmitry backed the car into the one car garage and shut off the
engine. We confered for the last time.  It was just past noon. 
Erin, Carol and I were dressed as peasants.  In two blocks we had
separated, taking different routes to the meeting place.  We
wouldn't meet again until we were inside the resturant/bar.

  I had the longer route and kept up a good pace until I entered
the eastern part of the city.  The sidewalks were crowded when I
entered the street.  The resturant was down the way a bit.  I
went right in.  The place was hardly crowded.  Karp was at the
bar, drinking with about four or five people.  I couldn't see the
girls but was sure they must be in the head.

  I sat in the back near the door to the kitchen.  There were
several single men walking about on the street and I was sure
they were watchers or soliders.  Made little difference here.  We
were in bad guy territory and they would soon enter the bar.

  Erin and Carol came out of the head and took a table over by
the bar. Both of their heads were covered with scarves.  Several
men walked quickly by the windows and toward the door.  The door
came open and in they came, spreading out around the room.  There
were four of them.  Karp and his friends turned to watch them. 
One of them entered the head.  I kept my head down and signaled
to Erin.  She got up and headed toward the bar.

  Carol saw the next two, walking slowly up the sidewalk toward
the entrance.  The older man was looking through the windows.  He
stared at her for just a moment.  She stood and started to move
toward me, nodding her head.

  The bartender had left the bar, headed toward the door to the
kitchen. Erin took a last look in my direction.  I nodded my head
and she dropped the flash bang just as Stephan and Elija walked
through the door.  Erin moved toward the door to the kitchen. 
The flash bang went off just as I stood and opened the door to
the kitchen.  The bartender went through first followed closely
by Erin.  Carol backed through the door with her weapon drawn.

  The clientel of the establishment were diving for the floor,
hiding under tables or crawling for the entrance.  I closed the
door behind me and locked it.  I pulled a cutting table over and
pushed it against the door.  I ran to catch up with the rest.

  I caught them across the alley as we went through an abandon
building behind the bar.  Another street and we spread out and
started making our way to the rendeavous.  I could hear sirens
behind me.  I lowered my head and pressed on.

                                 *****

  Elija was picking himself off the floor.  He was leaning
against the bar.  Stephan was on the floor right next to him. 
The sirens were loud and cars were stopping out in front of the
bar.  Elija made his way toward the kitchen door.  He was half
way to the door when they started pouring through the front
entrance, yelling for everyone to get down on the floor.

  The door to the kitchen burst open and several uniforms moved
into the room.  Elija stopped and slowly got to his hands and
knees.  There were twenty or more security personnel spreading
out around the bar.  Elija curssed.  It was going to cost him
plenty to get out of this.  He'd been set up.  It had to be with
this many personnel involved.  He was pissed and wondered if
anyone in his organization had blown the whistle.  That man would
have a short life span.

                                 *****

  I observed the girls entering the garage about two blocks in
front of me.  I quickened my pace.  Dimitry had the car running
and we were off.  Our costumes were crammed into paper bags and
then thrown out the window of the car.  It took us a couple of
hours to make it to St. Pete.

  Dimitry parked the car in a parking lot about six blocks from
Pulkovo Airport.  We left him at the car.  No time for long
good-bys.  Dimitry had become a very rich man in just a month. 
He was a happy man as he strolled away from his friend, Willy
Tamarack.

  It took us about an hour to walk to the gate.  We had just our
backpacks, so it wasn't that bad.  Our contact was parked across
the street in a Russian vehicle.  We were walking three abreast.
All of us armed.  Traveling light.  He was out of the car and
heading across the street towards the gate.  We continued toward
the gate.  This certainly wasn't the international side as all of
the planes within sight were rather small, single engine stuff
with some twins mixed in.

  Our contact was talking with the man at the gate.  A uniform
type with a side arm.  The gate was coming open.  Our contact
went through.  The uniform was waving us through.  We didn't
break stride and entered the airport.  Our contact was ten meters
ahead of us and heading right toward a light twin.

  Erin elbowed me in the side.  "They're going to make us fly out
in that.  Willy, darling, you even close to current ?"

  Carol jumped on board.  "No fucking around here.  Can you do
this ?"

  "Relax girls, a couple of bowls and we'll be there.  Have a
little faith."  I wasn't totally on board with this idea but it
was a secret way out of the country.  Plus the guy had the charts
and even an owners manual.  I could do this.

  He was debriefing the girls while I looked up some of the
numbers I might like to know in the coming hours.  I climbed up
into the cockpit and identified almost all the knobs and
switches.  There was a briefcase in the right seat and I found it
packed with lots of hundred dollar bills. It was heavy.  I threw
it into the back and then turned on the battery.

  The tanks were full.  I moved the flight controls around and up
and down.  Everything appeared to be A-Okay !  I got out of the
plane and walked over to the debrief.

  Carol was still talking.  "...get away !  How the fuck do you
let him get away ?  This was the guy.  I could see it in his eyes
when he walked by the windows.  Yes, a bad mother fucker, but you
had him on the ground with a gun to his head.  How does he get
away !!"

  Our contact was just the messenger.  I broke in.  "Carol, keep
quiet. The poor fucking messenger is dead, already.  Do you know
where we are supposed to land ?"

  He shook his head back and forth while pulling an envelope out
of his coat pocket.  I took it out of his hand.  "Get aboard,
ladies."  Erin was already walking to the plane.  Carol followed.
 The envelope was full of several sectional maps with course
lines drawn on them, headings and distance were clearly visible.
I folded them and stuffed them back into the envelope.

  "Thanks for everything.  We'll find our way from here."  I said
before turning to go.  He said it to my back.

  "The Russians were pissed you three got away.  You made some
enemies here."

  I walked backwards for a moment but couldn't think of anything
to say.  I turned and strode to the plane.  After finishing a
short walk around I found Erin was sitting in the co-pilot seat,
Carol was in the back.  I turned on the battery, checked that the
left prop was clear and pushed the starter.  The engine came to
life immediately.  Good battery.  I had it idling and hit number
one.  We were rolling minutes later.

  The tower expected us and even gave us some kind of clearance
that I didn't even write down.  I pushed the throttles to the
wall and watched the airspeed climb off the peg.  We were flying
at a hundred and twenty, gear up and turning out of traffic.  We
were over water shortly and I dropped down to about two hundred
feet.

  "Erin, open this shit up and put them together.  That's where
we're going."  I held out the envelope.  Erin had the contents on
her lap in just a second or two.  Carol was leaning over from the
rear.

  "You don't even know where we're going !?  You're a fucking
moron, Tamarack !"  Carol was quite pissed.  We were skimming
along a couple of hundred feet over the Gulf of Finland.  Heading
west at about two hundred knots.  I'd thinned out the mixture and
was figuring fuel consumption.

  Erin looked up from her map study.  "Poland, fools.  We're
going to Poland.  Looks like a dark site.  There's nothing on the
chart near the end point."

  "I'd love to snuggle up with a couple of young polish girls. 
The ones with lots of hairy pussy between their legs."

  "You're perverted, Willy."  Erin said as she continued to study
the charts in her lap.

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