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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Back From the War
Part: 1 of 30
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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, several notes.  The following is a sex story.
A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters
and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is
properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility
for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's
hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility.  Wow !  Don't
get me started.

   All my stories are total fantasy.  They are fiction, made up.  MSU (made
shit up).  I started this effort in several forms before deciding on "The
Chronicles" for a direction.  Yes !  I'm raising Willy from the dead ! 
That's what soap operas are all about !  And if anything, I'm a soap
writer. I'm introducing a whole shit load of new characters but also
bringing back characters that I've introduced in previous works, especially
from the "Juice !" series of stories.  Today's prologue introduces one of
my new characters.

   I have never served in Afghanistan.  Don't know anyone who has.  I've
read a couple of books about the country, peruse the blogs ocasionally and
have started to fill a folder with web pages on the now dead bin laden and
his "brothers." What follows is hardly factual.  Like I said, MSU !  I
salute the professionalism of today's soilder, airman, sailor and marine. I
sleep easier knowing you're out there doing your job 24/7/365.  Sierra
Hotel !!

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination...The characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for background and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Chronicles of

   Willy Tamarack

   Back From the War

   (MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Prologue

   The wind was blowing again.  He could feel the tree sway with the gusts.
That must be what woke him.  He cynched the belt tighter and dug his heals
into the bark of the tree just above the platform he'd been living on for
two days.  It was black out.  He could barely see his hand in front of his
face.  He slid his night vision goggles on and stared down into the valley.
He was over thirty-five hundred meters from the mud hut.  He'd taken the
sighting several times with the laser.  The hut was clearly visible now,
the valley bathed in an eire green glow.  Last night he'd seen a light in
the hut but it only lasted three or four minutes.  The cave was barely
visible in the day light, beyond the hut by at least twenty-five meters.

   He rebraced his legs and cynched the belt again; then rested his head on
his pack and was asleep in under ten minutes.  The sun was still hours
away. Today was the most likely day according to intelligence sources.  A
long shot but worth the effort apparently.  He was here, watching and
waiting, wasn't he !?

   The mission entailed communicating with the fighters and lasing the
target.  But only if the participants of the gathering were on the list. 
He'd down loaded the most recent list from the satellite last night.

  
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   It was now late afternoon; the sun shinning on the opposite side of the
valley, about five miles away.  There had been a lot of activity near the
hut earlier this afternoon.  Several groups of men coming and going.  He'd
taken pictures of them all.  Three of the eight were in the computer.  He
was anxious and already thinking ahead.  What route should he take on the
way out ?  He started to pack non-essential equiptment.  He'd be ready to
go when the time came.....

   .....He heard them about two minutes before he saw them.  They were on
the trail about twenty-five to thirty meters below him.  There were eight
horses and two pack mules.  He couldn't identify any of them but then all
he'd seen was the animals and legs.  His view to the trail was very limited
but his position was almost totally hidden from the trail.  It was a trade
off.  He set up the computer while he waited for them to appear down at the
hut.  His view of the hut was excellent.

   It took them a little over ten minutes and by then he'd already sent his
message.  The return was almost immediate.  He had the sight on them and
was snapping away, the pictures being saved to his hard drive.  He uploaded
the pictures.  Another message was received.  He fitted his ear plugs and
waited for the fighters to check in.  The group, assembled around the hut,
numbered twenty-one.  Black Jack !  His lucky number !  After all, he was a
'Vegas boy !

   "Hawk check."

   "Twoop."

   "Hawk's two minutes out.  Light 'em up."

   He refined the aim and turned the power from stand-by to illuminate. 
Several more men were coming out of the cave entrance.  He was glad the
meeting wasn't in the cave.  He'd never be able to guide one of the bombs
into the cave entrance.  He refocused the illuminator back on the hut. 
Taking out the leaders.  That was his job.

   He didn't figure the hut would hold them all but then some of them were
just muscle.  He wanted the fuckers going into the hut.  He'd counted four
inside and more were going through the door.  He was right.  The rest were
just milling around outside, body guards.

   "Hawk's got good illumination.  Bombs away in twenty-five seconds."

   He figured another couple of minutes or so.  He looked back through the
scope, his mind ticking off the time.

   "Bombs away." Another minute give or take a couple of seconds and it
would be lights out for these mother-fuckers.  His mind was down through
ten when movement by the cave mouth caught his attention.  He couldn't
scope it.  It appeared to be some women and childern.  They were wandering
out of the cave entrance.  He put his eye back on the scope.  There was
smoke coming from a chimmney on the roof of the hut.

   He looked back up just as the first two thousand pounder ripped through
the roof of the hut and went off.  He could see the men, who had been
milling around outside, being blown hundreds of feet from the hut.  The hut
was the center of a huge fire ball that was sending a column of thick,
black smoke up into the afternoon sun.  Several more explosions followed
the first and were visible through the smoke but it was impossible to see
the cave entrance.

   Collateral damage.  Tough shit, he thought.  His eyes saw them.  His
mind moved beyond them.  He spoke for the only time.  "Shack, lead." He was
out of his perch and slipping from branch to branch, working his way down
the tree.  It was easier going down.  He was hanging from the lowest
branch. It was still another six feet or so to the ground.  He dropped then
rolled when he hit.  He was always surprised how well that worked.  Two
seconds later he was making full speed up the side of the valley.  He never
looked back.  He was on his way back home, to the United States of America.

   Chapter One

   Balboa Bay Club

   Southern California, USA

   December 2009

   The woman was in the company of two other couples when she entered the
bar through the club's side entrance.  He noticed her immediately.  It was
the hair.  It was cut short, a shag, the color of pure platinum.  She was
small, not more than five one or two.  A cute figure, too.  The two couples
were in their fifties, easy.  This women was younger than they were, maybe
ten years younger ?  He looked back at the bay and all the boat traffic
going here and there.  The beach was empty.  December in California.  Beats
December in Afghanistan.

   "Another Jack on the rocks please, Rubin." It was on his name tag.  The
bartender just nodded and continued making drinks.  This was the heart of a
"Thank God it's Friday" afternoon and evening at the Balboa Bay Club.  The
sun had just set and it was becoming dark in a hurry.  He looked back over
at the platinum blonde.  She was looking his way so he smiled back at her.
She quickly turned back to her friends.  They were sitting at a table over
by this huge bay window that fronted the beach and harbor.

   "Here you go, Mister Rincon." Micky Rincon stared down Rubin.  This was
just his second drink.  He'd been registered less than a hour and this guy
knows his name.  How is that ?

   "And just where did you learn my name, Rubin ?"

   "From your room key, sir.  When I rang up your first drink."

   He looked down at the room key.  It was one of those plastic credit card
like things.  He wondered what else was on the card ?  Micky looked around
the bar.  The platinum blonde and her friends were getting up and moving
toward the dinning room.  He watched her ass as she walked.  She had a nice
butt.  Two plump cheeks rubbing together.  He felt his cock come alive and
continued watching until she disappeared from sight.  Now that would be
great to hook up with down here, especially if she had a nice house and a
little money.

   "Hey, Rubin.  What kind of smokes do you have behind the bar ?" Micky
quit when he signed up.  It was easier than he thought.  But the pain of
getting back in shape.  That, he would never go through again.

   "Sorry, sir.  We don't sell cigarettes in the club.  You're not allowed
to smoke on the premises.  Sorry, sir."

   Fucking California !  Fucking lawyers !  At least Rubin sounded sincere
with his apology.  The cocktail girl was back at her station.  She was
older than Micky by a bit.  Early, if not mid-thirties.  If you ever sit at
the bar, always sit nearest the cocktail waitress station.  Not only is the
bartender always over there; you can always hit on the ladies serving
drinks.  Micky found they are exceptionally eager and always horny, if
you're a big tipper.  But that may only be true back where he grew up in
Las Vegas.  Micky was sure he'd find out if it was true down here.

   "Aaah, Janice." Name tag again.  "Do you happen to know where I might be
able to obtain some marijuana ?" He really exagerated the "marijuana." He
was acting like a spy in the movies, leaning over toward her with his hand
covering his mouth so no one could read his lips.  Micky thought it was
funny.  Unfortunately she didn't.

   "I could get fired for just talking about that in here," she hissed back
at him.

   "Sorry." Micky glanced back around the bar.  Maybe he'd eat ?  He
signaled the hostess and held up one finger.  She nodded her head.  Cute
little thing.  Close to his age with a ring on her left hand.  Well, those
are always the most fun and usually the best fucks.  And let me tell you,
friends, there's nothing finer than boning some other guy's girl.  Nothing.

   The hostess was signaling him.  Micky picked up his room key, dropped a
ten on the bar and headed toward the resturant.  Following the hostess, he
spied his platinum blonde friend.  She was in the middle of her salad.  He
took his seat and ordered another drink as soon as the waiter arrived.

   A female server, dressed in a tight blue skirt with a matching blue
blouse, appeared with some rolls and butter.  She then started removing the
extra silverware from the table.  She was talking.  It was barely audible.
Micky leaned forward.

   "...interested in scoring some weed.  This deal is not available to law
enforcement types and would border on entraptment anyway.  How much you
want ?"

   Micky covered his mouth as he whispered.  "I'm not with law enforcement,
Sandy." Another name tag.  "An ounce ?  A half ?  Whatever.  How we gonna
do this ?"

   "After I get off work." She turned and strode off with the silver-ware.
Micky looked around but didn't see anyone paying any particular attention
to Sandy or him.  Wow !  Was this great or what !?  Scoring right off the
bat.  She was a nice looking lady, too.  Tall, at least his height, short
blonde hair.  Long legs, athletic figure.  He figured her to be nineteen,
twenty.  Perfect age.  Appeared a little butch to him but he'd fuck her. 
Micky wondered what time she got off ?

   Shit !  Two weeks ago he'd been in Afghanistan.  It seemed like a
century.....

   .....Micky had never been to Diego Garcia.  It was a bustling place, the
terminal crammed with all sorts of people and things...A true service of
purple uniforms.  He'd just finished out processing.  As soon as he hit
CONUS (continental united states) he was a free man.  Half the people here
were wearing head sets and listening to music or something.  He'd have to
get one of those things when he arrived back in civilization.  He'd have to
get a lot of shit.  Wondering what his old man left him competed with the
fact that Micky had missed both his death and funeral.  Collateral damage
in the war on terrorism.

   Took Micky a week to get here from Afghanistan.  Going back home through
the Pacific was one of the CIA guy's suggestion.  Not as much of a hassle
as going through a week of out processing in Europe on the way home.  He
kept his beard and dressed as a local while he used their contract air
carriers to extract himself from the war zone.  Some of the equiptment
didn't appear too airworthy but none of them crashed.  He was glad to be
with Americans again.

   Micky Rincon had served his country in it's time of need; paid the debt
of his citizenship.  Just like his old man had in 'Nam.  But the times,
they are a changing, again !  When the brass start sending lawyers to
mission debriefs...Well it's time to move on, do something different.  Time
to leave the military behind him and move forward.

   The future was calling him but Micky honestly didn't have any idea what
he wanted to do.  He felt he'd accomplished some good; giving the last
eight years to his country but now it was time to return home to Las Vegas.

   His flight was being called.  Micky slung his old man's B-4 bag over his
shoulder and headed to the gate.  Looked like a number of the crew were
female.  Micky felt a jolt in his crotch.  His cock came alive.  Was this a
great country or what !?

   Guam...Kadena AB...Yokota AB...Kunsan AB...Osan AB...Elmendorf AFB in
Alaska.  The fucking United States of America !  And finally McCord AFB,
Washington.  Micky spent the night in a motel just outside the main gate
and took a bus to SEATAC the following morning.  Six hours later he was
getting off the plane at John Wayne airport in Orange County, California.

   Micky took it as good karma that he was a full week early.  Give him
time to get his shit together before meeting this Mike Minter guy.  The guy
who knew enough about his old man to convince Micky that he actually knew
his father.  Minter was the one who arranged for him to stay at the Balboa
Bay Club.  He said it was on the house, "a little R&R after doing your
duty." His exact words.  He said he'd meet Micky in the bar...Eighteen
hundred hours next Friday.  He used military time.  Micky got his letter
with the rest of his mail but didn't read it until Diego Garcia.  Then
didn't telephone him until Guam.  Any time of the day or night the letter
said.  Micky must have got the guy out of bed in the middle of the night
but he sounded alert.  Almost like he was expecting his call.

   Mike Minter hinted that his father might have left him a very sizable
inhieritance; insinuating that some of the ol' man's investments had hit
the jackpot...Las Vegas speak.  That wasn't hard for Micky to believe as
his father had his fingers in all sorts of deals when he was working.  At
least that's the way Micky remembered it as a kid.  His parents split when
he was thirteen.  He was an only child and stayed with his mother.  A car
accident took her life when he was just out of high school, five years
before he enlisted.  Micky volunteered right after eleven September 2001.

   Before Micky volunteered, he worked as a general go-for and food
server/bar tender for a family-owned catering business that served the rich
and famous in the Las Vegas Valley.  His old man juiced him into the job
before Micky got out of high school.  He was old friends with the owner. 
Micky was making enough to get by...Living alone, paying his own bills. 
Well, Micky was into a lot of other shit by the time the terrorists
attacked us but that's all old history.  It wasn't just patriotism that
encouraged him to enlist.  Maybe, just maybe, this big jackpot Mike Minter
was talking about would allow Micky to pursue some of the ideas he had
years ago.  Shit, if it was enough, maybe Micky would just buy a place down
here ?  Chase married ladies as a hobby !?

   Chapter Two

   Micky left the resturant and used the phone in the entry hall to call a
cab.  It was thirty minutes before the cab picked him up.  That wouldn't
cut it in 'Vegas.  A little over two hours later he was back in his room,
waiting for Sandy.  She informed him earlier, while taking his dinner
dishes away, that she usually got off about nine, depending on the crowd in
the dinning room.  Micky passed through the bar on his way back to his room
and it was dead.

   "Bzzzzzzzzzz." "Bzzzzzzzzzz." Micky got up to get the door.  It was
nine-fifteen.  He looked out the peep hole.  It was Sandy.  She looked
good, wearing what looked like the same blouse she was wearing at dinner,
buttoned up the front, short sleave and dark blue.  It made her hair look
more yellow and went well with her tan.  Micky guessed volleyball ?  Maybe,
swimming ?  He opened the door and stepped aside so she could enter.

   "Thanks for helping me out, Sandy.  Sit anywhere." There was just the
bed and a stuffed chair.  An end table separated them.  Sandy took the
chair.  He closed the door.  She had changed into jeans and had a very
nice, tight butt.

   Sandy looked around the room, wondering how such a young guy got put up
at the Bay Club ?  These rooms were usually reserved for big shots and they
were always much older.  The thought she could lose her job if she was
caught up here rushed through her mind.

   He was sitting on the bed and was at least ten years older than she was.
Jesus !  She didn't even know his name.  But he looked so good in slacks
and a jacket at dinner.  He was wearing jeans now.  He looked even better
in jeans and a "T" shirt.  More dangereous.  She wondered why she chose
that adjective ?  He was just her size and that so turned her on.  Most men
she dated were taller.  Her high school boy friend from a couple of years
ago was a case in point.  He was six-five to her five-eleven.

   "I could only come up with a quarter.  It'll be one-fifty.  It's very
good shit.  I can get you an ounce of the same stuff for five bills by
Monday.  You want it ?" It rushed out.  She was anxious and it wasn't
because she was in one of the club's rooms.  She'd heard rumors about what
was sometimes provided for the truely super wealthy.  He was just looking
at her.  She felt self-conscious and looked away from his glare.

   "My name's Micky Rincon, Sandy." His voice was soft, quiet.  He held out
his hand.  She shook it.  "Whatever you have is great, Sandy.  And thanks,
I'll take the ounce on Monday, if it's no problem." He was pulling out his
wallet.  He handed her a hundred and sixty.

   "Sorry, I don't have any change."

   He smiled at her.  "I'm sure you're good for it, Sandy.  You want to get
high ?"

   "Here !?" Her voice was a high pitched whisper.

   "Yea, sure.  Why not ?" He bounced up off the bed and got a plastic bag
from the closet.  The baggie of marijuana appeared on the end table. 
Looked like good bud.  He handed her a brand new glass pipe.  "Pack the
pipe, Sandy." Instead she watched as he pulled a box of Bounce fabric
softner out of the bag and stuff an empty tube of toilet paper with several
sheets of fabric softner.

   Micky was already thinking of fucking her.  She was uncomfortable, could
lose her job if she was caught in his room and was a good ten years younger
than he was.  More obstacles to overcome is all.  And weed has always been
a good mood enhancer.  He'd finished with the toilet paper roll.  She was
just starting to pack the bowl.  Micky got up, went into the bathroom and
turned on the light.

   She followed when the bowl was ready to smoke.  "You sure we won't get
caught ?" She sounded very concerned.

   "Don't worry, Sandy.  I don't want to get caught either." Micky closed
the door behind her and offered her the covered toilet seat.  He turned on
the fan.  It made a racket.  She handed him the pipe and he lit it, taking
a good drag of smoke into his lungs.  Micky held it for a long time; then
exhalled into the toilet paper tube, watching the smoke get sucked up by
the exaush fan in the ceiling.

   She was laughing but followed his lead.  He went into the other room and
got the baggie of weed.  He filled the pipe again.  She was laughing a lot
and he was touching her every time he passed her the pipe.  After three or
four turns they were both very stoned.

   "You want to go into the other room ?" She was staring off into space.
Micky put his hand on her shoulder.  She looked at him and giggled.  He
took her hand and pulled her into the other room.  Micky sat her on the bed
and sat next to her, placing his hand on her thigh.

   "So what do you do when you're not scoring weed for war heros ?" He saw
surprise in her eyes.  His hand was still on her thigh.

   "You were in Iraq !?" It was genuine surprise.  He laughed.

   "No.  Afghanistan.  That's the real war.  Iraq was just to scare the
shit out of them."

   "Who ?" Sandy asked.

   "The Islamofacists." Again, surprise in her eyes.  He was laughing.  She
wasn't sure if this was serious or just a joke ?

   "Can I kiss you ?  It's been a while since I tasted an American woman."
Again she was unsure if he was serious or just joking until he leaned
toward her and kissed her lips.  His hand moved up her thigh and rested in
her crotch.

   Micky didn't open his mouth for a long while, just lips.  His tongue
fenced with hers for a good while before he pushed all the way into her
mouth.  He felt she was excited enough by then so he tried sliding his hand
between her legs.  There was no resistance and her crotch was very warm. 
Building on this success he slowly worked her thighs apart so that he could
get his entire hand covering her crotch.

   By then his tongue owned her mouth.  He worked on her neck with his
tongue and lips, both sides, and now his fingers were scratching her crotch
lightly.  Her hips were moving a little.  His cock started to get very
hard. She hadn't said a word and was breathing heavily as his lips attacked
her neck and behind her ears.

   Sandy's guard was down.  It had been several years since she'd dealt
with the opposite sex, having a girl friend was just so much easier.  And
here she was already spreading her legs for him.  She was very turned on,
her nipples making bumps on her breasts.  She couldn't stop her crotch from
following his hand as it caressed her vagina.  Before she knew it her jeans
were unbuttoned and unzipped.  He was down on the floor on his knees,
pulling them off.

   Her panties were white and not very skimpy.  As soon as Micky pulled her
jeans off over her running shoes, he ran his hands up the inside of her
thighs.  Her thighs were still spread so he moved between them and pulled
her butt to the edge of the bed.  She was leaning back on her elbows and
looking down at him.  He smiled at her.

   "You're going to like this a lot.  I promise." Micky leaned forward and
blew on her panty covered crotch.  She was trimmed short.  Her camel toe
was very visible and right there.  He blew against it while his hands
worked their way to each side of her cunt.  He started sawing his hands up
and down, pressing her cunt lips together and rubbing them against each
other.

   For a while he backed away from her crotch and then put the heal of a
hand right against her lips and pressed.  Her crotch pressed back against
the heal of his hand, grinding against it.  Her panties came down right
after a few minutes of that and then he was back to blowing on her trimmed
cunt lips.  She was still leaning back on her elbows but now had her head
thrown back.

   His tongue was next, licking up the cleft of her cunt.  Wiggling around
where her clitoris should be hiding.  She bucked her cunt up into his face.
He buried his tongue into her cunt and started fucking it in and out of
her, his hands now grabbing her butt cheeks and pulling them apart.

   "Aaaagghhhh !  Lick me, please." She was pleading with him.  His cock
was hard as stone.  He licked up and down her now spread cunt lips, batting
her clitoris around every few moments.  Her ass was off the mattress as she
dug her heals into the bed, thrusting her cunt into his face.  When Micky
reamed two fingers into her cunt she started dancing on his fingers.  She
came a few moments later, dancing on those fingers until she collapased on
the mattress.

   Chapter Three

   Sandy was still aglow, staring at the ceiling.  The room appeared
darker. She looked up.  The only light was coming from the bathroom.  He
was standing there, naked.  She was still in her blouse but was naked below
the waist, except for her running shoes.  He turned toward her.

   "I hope you'll spend the night.  You need to call someone ?" She was
staring at his dick.  It appeared to be dangling down about five or six
inches and fat.  It was huge.  He was moving toward the bed.  She rolled to
her side when he crawled up on to the bed.  His lips were on her knee.  She
knew she wouldn't stop him.  She started giggling.  His tongue started
moving up her thigh.  A hand was coming up the back of her thighs.  Goose
bumps grew by the hundreds on the insides of her thighs.

   Sandy was turned on beyond anything she'd ever been, even with a woman.
She rolled away from him but he captured her with his knees and straddled
her middle.  He wasn't sitting on her stomach but she was under his
control. He was smiling down at her and then she saw his cock.  It was less
than a foot away, then his mouth was on hers.  His tongue was in her mouth.
He tasted like pussy.  She was wild, pushing her tongue back into his
mouth. Her arms were around his shoulders.  He could do anything he wanted
with her.

   Micky rose above her, keeping his mouth on hers.  One hand filled itself
with her pussy as he rotated toward the edge of the bed.  He stood bent
over the bed with his tongue in her mouth and his fingers in her cunt,
stirring cunt butter around.  From there it was easy to get her mouth on
his cock.  She pulled on his thighs to get herself closer to his dangling
penis.  She'd done this before, her tongue was sliding up and down his
shaft.  She sucked his cock head into her mouth and he groaned a little.

   Sandy sucked more of his dick into her mouth.  It was getting harder and
thicker.  This guy had a real big dick.  She pulled herself closer and
sucked more of his cock into her mouth.  His hands were on her head,
guiding her mouth back and forth on his strenghtening cock.  Saliva was
escaping from the corner of her mouth as he fucked her face off and on his
cock.  His fingers were fucking in and out of her very wet and juicy pussy.
She was close to having another orgaism, her hips thrusting back and forth
on his hand.

   Micky pulled her face off his now very hard cock and grabbed her ankles,
pulling her butt over to the edge of the bed.  He spread her legs and
crouched a little so that he could push his cock head against her lips. 
Some wiggling ensued until he had a couple of inches buried in her.  Micky
pulled his cock out and dug it into her again.  It went in further and so
it went until he had the entire shaft buried in her.

   She "Ooohed" and "Aaahhhed" the entire way and when he was buried in
her, started panting.  He couldn't hold out any longer and started fucking
her brains out, letting go of her legs and falling over her to drive
himself all the way in.  Her legs came up around him and he went crazy
until he filled her cunt with semen.

   After a while they showered and he convinced her to suck his cock again
in the shower.  This load, she swallowed.  She left shortly after the
shower giving him a whimpy excuse about an early class.  Micky slept until
the maid woke him at noon.

   Micky used the week to adjust to the time change...Just wander
around...Think things out...Decide on a direction.  He wasn't excited about
the heat of Las Vegas, it's just where he grew up.  He rented a car with
his international driver's license plus his military ID and drove around
Newport Beach, the Balboa Peninsula and Laguna Beach for several days.  He
found lots of places he'd like to own but unless his old man left him
multi-millions he was out of luck down here.

   And Las Vegas always loomed large in his mind...Never far from the
surface.  He left a lot of loose ends there when he volunteered and left
town over night.  He was sure it closed a lot of books.  If he went back he
knew he'd end up growing weed again.  It was just so easy and so lucrative.
He wondered what happened to his farms after he left ?  He was sure someone
stripped them clean, probably the cops.

   Wednesday evening he spied his platinum blonde friend at the other end
of the bar with another couple, much younger than she was.  Had to be
either her daughter or son plus a friend.  Good looking young lady. 
Another three, four inches taller than the older woman and a little wider
with bigger tits...And blonde !  She was looking his way.  Micky smiled
then signaled Rubin for another "Jack" on the rocks.

   When Rubin deposited the drink, Micky asked.  "Who's the platinum blonde
lady and her friends, Rubin ?"

   Without looking down the bar he answered almost immediately, "Ashley
Wentworth, widow, husband died a couple of years or so ago.  She's very
popular around here...Always has a date to all the events but it's always a
different guy if you follow me.  That's her daughter, Adell.  Goes to
college is all I know.  I imagine that's her latest boy friend.  She goes
through them like mama." Rubin moved away.  Micky kept staring at Mrs. 
Ashley Wentworth.  His cock started to get hard.

   Micky looked around for Sandy, hoping he could invite her up for a
little extracaricular activity later...Sandy had brought an ounce to his
room on Monday night after work.  They got stoned and fucked and sucked
until the sun came up.  Micky slept until three.  Sandy left for class
after a shower...At like, zero six thirty, man...Later Rubin told him it
was her night off.  Micky left the bar a little after Ms.  Wentworth and
got a very good night's sleep.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Two
   "Some History" 

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