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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Some History
Part: 2 of 30
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Language: English


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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 cast of new characters but also bringing
back characters that I've introduced in previous works, especially from the
"Juice !" series of stories.  Today's installment introduces another set of
characters totally unrelated to those introduced in the last installment
except for one fact.  And that fact will soon become evident.

   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

   Some History

   (MF)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Four

   Palos Verdes Estates, California, USA

   Still December 2009

   In the mean while, less than fifty miles north of Balboa, it was dark
out and the fog was thick, almost a dew, dripping off trees that overhung
the road.  Perry Hooter had just turned on the windshield wipers.  A lousy
night to come down here.  He'd just turned on to Palos Verdes Drive North.
He'd come out the Harbor freeway from downtown L.A.  It was a good six
hours from Las Vegas.  He could probably take some shorter route but Perry
liked this route.  He was familiar with this route.  He'd been driving it
since he was a kid in high school.  Also it was easier to spot a tail this
way.....

   .....Perry's parents moved down here from Las Vegas in the summer of
1990 to work in some flashy, new resturant down in Redondo Beach.  He was
sixteen at the time.  His parents rented a place up on the hill in Palos
Verdes Estates.  Talk about a culture shock.  From the desert of Las Vegas
to the coast of California in one summer.

   He met "Scooter" Fisher that first summer while hanging out around the
town square or what ever you want to call it.  "Scooter" was a surfer and
just coming back from some afternoon waves down in Redondo Beach.  Perry
was filling his mother's car with gas at the town square gas station when
"Scooter" pulled his VW Bug into the next pump.  The Bug had a roof rack
with a single surfboard strapped to the rack.

   "Surfing like skate boarding ?  Is it easy ?" Perry called to the guy
with the extremely long hair.  At least to the middle of his back and all
out of control.  He was dressed in just a wet suit and there was a beach
towel drapped across the driver's seat.

   "Not so much.  Kind of like skate boarding but the sidewalk moves and
you have to catch it." The long haired guy smiled.  "I'm `Scooter' Fisher.
You live around here or just passing through ?"

   Perry was putting the gas cap back on.  "Just moved here a week ago..."
Perry let that hang in the air for a few moments.  "Had some descent
connections in 'Vegas but...Hey, sorry, man.  Perry Hooter." Perry came
around his mother's car and shook "Scooter" Fisher's hand.

   "California karma has smiled on you today, Perry Hooter.  You busy ? 
Got to get the car back ?"

   "No...Free all afternoon.  What you got in mind ?"

   "Just follow me, Mister Hooter.  Follow me." "Scooter" got into his Bug
and pulled out of the gas station.  Perry followed and the rest is history.
"Scooter" had just completed his sophmore year and lived with his parents
who were living in his grandparent's house.  Only one grandparent was still
alive and grandma was in another world.  Shit !  This place was a
multi-million dollar home and right down near the cliffs and the ocean.

   "Scooter" shared some very fine weed with Perry that afternoon and that
night too when several of "Scooter's" friends came over.  There were three
of them and they were all very nice looking young ladies, all freshmen and
sophomores.  Perry fucked one of them two nights later and really felt he
had stumbled on to a gold mine down here in Southern California.

   By the time school started Perry and "Scooter" were running a thriving
little pot business from "Scooter's" apartment above his grandparent's
garage, scoring their weed from connections Scooter had with some pot farms
in Sinaloa, Mexico.  They continued to work together expanding their
business all through out their junior and senior years in high school.

   Perry's folks moved back to 'Vegas almost exacty two years after they
moved to SoCal, when the resturant went bust.  The boys followed and
started their business all over again as freshmen at the University of
Nevada - Las Vegas.  This was 1992.

   About a year or so later, Scooter's parents died in an automobile
accident.  Grandma didn't survive them by much and Scooter found himself
the sole owner of this fantastic home in Palos Verdes Estates, California
but with nothing to live on.  A quandry that was solved by an old surfin'
buddy of "Scooter's" who helped them expand their business both in SoCal
and Las Vegas.

   *****

   Scooter Fisher took one last look around the property.  It was dark,
foggy and wet.  He liked it that way.  He'd set all the alarms and was just
about ready to activate them.  One last look around.  Perry would be here
soon.  Scooter looked at his watch...Twelve forty-eight.

   He was out in the street.  Not many out at this time; on a night like
this.  He pulled out a joint and slipped it into his mouth, let it moisten
and then dragged it out.  He walked off the street and into the brush that
grew around his property.  It was really native Southern Californian stuff
that his grandmother had planted fifty years ago.  Many of his neighbor's
yards remained the way they had been years ago.  Time moved slowly up on
the hill - Palos Verdes Estates.

   Scooter cupped the lighter and lit the joint.  He took a deep drag. 
Headlights appeared in the distance.  Scooter looked up Avenida Mirola.  A
car was moving down the street from P.V.  Drive west.  Scooter took another
deep drag.  The vehicle was still two blocks away when he moved up through
the bushes toward the driveway.

   He squatted down and waited.  The car drove by and turned at the next
corner.  It's sound disappeared.....

   .....Old man Tamarack's karma was still with them.  Perry was down here
in '04 when it happened.  When the old man disappeared, he was in the
process of bringing in five hundred pounds through some people down in Seal
Beach.  But they didn't know that until later when his wife called them. 
They were just meeting him that morning to go surfing.  It was the morning
when that freak wave hit the peninsula and the southern part of the South
Bay, from about the Redondo break water south.  The wave washed up on to
Pacific Coast Highway in parts of Redondo Beach.



   That was another shitty morning, just like this was.  They had just
arrived at P.V Cove when some guy ran up the trail yelling something about
a tidal wave.  The old man's van was parked down the hill from the trail.
Scooter nodded for Perry to check out the van.  Scooter turned toward the
trail and began to trot toward the bottom and the beach.  About half way
down the trail became very wet and slippery, everything...The ground, the
plants, all soaked.  The trail ended at a rock beach.  The rock beach was
ocean today.  Small waves were still lapping up against the cliff side that
rose almost three hundred feet to P.V.  Drive West above.

   Scooter was freaked out.  He'd surfed here since he was a young boy and
never seen it like this.  Some surfboards were bobbing around off shore and
the break appeared much closer to shore than he'd ever seen it.  He turned
and trotted up the trail toward the road.  He was sweating like a pig in
his wet suit, carrying his board.

   Perry was talking to the two of them...Really a teenager and a
twenty-something.  Scooter didn't think they'd be going surfing so he took
his board to Perry's van and then joined him.

   One of the girls was talking about how much weed they smoked on the way
down from 'Vegas.  She was the teenager.  The twenty-something was just
staring at the guys, wearing the wet suits, like they were from outer
space.

   "So where's Willy ?" Scooter called as he approached.

   "Don't know, Scooter.  That's what I'm trying to figure out here.  These
stoners don't seem to know shit.  Not even sure he went surfing."

   "Oh !  He went surfing.  I saw his board floating out beyond the break,
skeg up.  There were several others.  I didn't see anyone down there. 
Freaky."

   "You guys friends of Willy's, right ?" Scooter queried the girls,
obviously still stoned.  "Earth to stoners !  Who are you ?" Perry moved
past the girls and crawled into Willy's van.  The keys were still in the
ignition.  There were several partially smoked joints in the ash tray.

   Perry saw the cookie tin.  It was circular in shape, about eight inches
across and three inches deep.  It had seen better days.  Most of the
coloring had been rubbed off and the outside was now a bright brass color.
Perry knew it was where Willy kept his traveling weed, which was usually
several ounces of his very best.

   Perry took the cookie tin and backed out of the van.  He held up the tin
for Scooter to see.  Scooter explained.  "This is Gloria.  The teenager is
Penny.  They're friends of Willy's from 'Vegas and were coming down here to
stay with one of Willy's friends for a couple of days.  Gotta be me. 
That's all they know."

   Perry smiled at the girls and Scooter.  He was sure Willy was tagging
them and that meant that they'd get to tag'em too !  Perry was getting a
woody looking at the teenager.

   "Perry, throw that shit in your van; then run down and check out the
beach.  I'll entertain the ladies." Scooter was herding the ladies toward
Willy's van.

   Perry wasn't back for over half an hour.  Scooter was sure he'd bring
Willy with him.  He was wrong.  When Perry climbed into the front of the
van Scooter was sitting in the back, smoking weed with Gloria and Penny. 
"Okay...There's a couple of bodies down there.  I didn't get too close but
neither looked like Willy.  There're four boards in the water.  Really
freaky.  Let's drive back to the house.  Willy'll know where we are.  This
place gives me the creeps, Scooter."

   Scooter drove Willy's van with Gloria and Penny rode with Perry.  That
night Perry and Scooter fucked them both.  They orgied for two days and
Perry got docked a days pay when he got back to 'Vegas.  But what did he
care ?  He brought back two hundred pounds of the best weed he'd ever
smoked and increased sales through the roof.  No one ever heard from Willy
Tamarack again.  But his connection to the Mexican drug cartels lived on
through Scooter Fisher and Perry Hooter.

   Chapter Five

   Perry turned off P.V.  Drive West and let the van coast down Avenida
Mirola.  It was just a little before one a.m.  He turned off the stereo and
rolled down the window.  He could hear his tires crunching on the street as
he coasted down toward Scooter's place.

   He moved the van to the far side of the road and turned left, right into
Scooter's driveway.  The crunching got louder.  He turned off the engine
before the van rolled to a stop and caught a glimpse of Scooter, standing
in the bushes.  Now just the ticking sound of the engine cooling down and
Scooter's dock siders on the gravel of the driveway.

   "Hey !  Dude !  Wazup !" Perry could smell the weed on his breath. 
Scooter was loaded.  He was laughing.  "Hey !  Remember that time when
Willy used the crane at the construction site out on the point to lift that
load back in '98.  I think it was '98 ?  You remember ?"

   "You stoner," Perry was out of the van and embracing Scooter.  Scooter
was slapping Perry's back.  "Any problems, amigo ?"

   Scooter pushed Perry away from him.  "What gave you the idea there were
problems ?" Scooter was paranoid.  He went through periods where he was so
security conscious that he drove you nuts.

   "Nothing...Nothing, Scooter.  Just checking." Perry took the joint out
of Scooter's hand and took a drag.  Scooter turned and made his way up the
driveway.  Perry followed and changed the subject, "Yea, I remember.  We
drove it up to the house in pickup trucks.  Almost two tons of the best
weed we ever imported.  Made us big league.  Brought a lot of heat to this
place but they never found it.  We survived."

   They had entered the house and Scooter started arming the alarm system.
Perry went on through the kitchen and out into the backyard.  The homes
down here used to be serviced by septic tanks until the early sixties when
the city put in sewers.  Instead of filling in the hole the septic tank
left when it was removed, Mr.  Fisher, Scooter's grandfather, built a
"fallout" shelter.  In today's world, Scooter used the shelter to store
large amounts of marijuana.  He even built a secret entrance while
destroying the original entrance.  The next upgrade included another exit,
an emergency exit.  Some place to go if the world turned to shit, like
Willy always preached !?

   Perry entered the garage and found the secret entrance open.  He climbed
down the ladder into the old bomb shelter/storage area.  One pound clear
plastic packages of marijuana were stacked from the floor to the ceiling
along both sides of the storage area.  The storage area measured thirty by
twenty feet.  There was a small office at the far end about half the size
of the storage area.  A bathroom was located in the office.  Scooter had
also made up an air mattress bed in the office.  Perry sat as he always
felt weird down here with the six foot ceiling.  Scooter sat behind his
desk.

   "How come you can't stay for a couple of days ?  It always looks
suspicious when you do an in and out in the middle of the fucking night."

   "Fuck you, Scooter.  I'm the one who actually has a job.  You just fuck
off down here, jerking off all day long." Perry handed the joint across the
desk to Scooter.  He was laughing.

   "Yea, you're right about that.  I wish you could meet this new girl. 
Seventeen with these big tities...Your loss, dude."

   They smoked in silence for a moment.....After his parents passed away,
Scooter dropped out of college and moved back to California.  Meanwhile,
Perry completed his degree and got juiced into a job working for one of the
hotel convention centers.  It had been ten years now.  He was established,
ran his own crews, had his own capital.  Most of it acquired by selling
large amounts of high quality marijuana through out the entire Las Vegas
Valley.  He cycled large amounts of cash through his business as a matter
of course and always paid the correct amount of taxes.  Another of old man
Tamarack's laws to live by.....

   "So, when you bringing Amanda up to 'Vegas again ?" Perry was sucking on
the joint.

   "Amanda's got a lot of new friends down here.  We're moving some descent
weight." Scooter took the joint back from Perry.

   "We're doing the same.  But come on, Scooter, you got to take a break
every now and then.  Mandy always loves to party with you guys.  Maybe get
some friends together ?"

   They talked for an hour or so, went over the books, synchronized their
PDAs and made plans to meet in two weeks.  It took them a half hour to load
the van and it was just a little before four when Perry took a couple of
tabs of speed and rolled down the driveway.  He'd left P.V.  Drive west and
snaked up over the hill into Rolling Hills Estates before the tweak of the
amphetimine wired his eyes open.

   Twenty minutes later he was on the Harbor Freeway heading for the
downtown L.A.  interchange.  He should be heading outbound when everyone
else was heading inbound.  Should be smooth sailing.  Sun rise was still
several hours away.  Perry settled down for the trip.

   *****

   Bzzzzzzzzzz...It took three tries before Mandy Hooter finally slapped
her hand down on to the alarm clock.  The buzzing stopped.  Perry usually
handled the alarm clock.  She rolled over, on to her back.  Her brown hair
fanned out on either side of the pillow, a dark web across the white pillow
case.  She was horny and allowed her hands to come up and cup her good
sized breasts.  Her nipples were hard and she pinched them trough her "T"
shirt.  She was always horny when Perry was away.

   Her vagina was starting to tingle when she rolled up out of bed and fell
to the floor.  She rolled to her back and started counting the crunches. 
The tingling disappeared after a few moments but Mandy continued to bring
her head and knees together.  At fifty she collapased back on to her back
on the floor, panting.  A few minutes later she started streaching; five
minutes after that she jumped up and headed to the bathroom.

   Her daughter was sleeping through her alarm, as usual.  Mandy shook
Wendy's shoulder until the teenager rolled away from her.  "Come on, Wendy,
get your ass out of bed.  Willard picks you up in less than an hour." Mandy
left Wendy's room and changed into her gym clothes.  She checked on Wendy,
found her in the bathroom then went to the kitchen.  Ten minutes later,
after making a pot of coffee, she was out the door on her way to the weight
room.

   The Hooters lived in a decade old, gated community that surrounded a
golf course.  The community was located in Green Valley, well really
Henderson, Nevada.  There was a club house less than a quarter mile from
their home and the weight room was first class.  There was also several
tread mills and Mandy loved the tread mill.  She passed several homes in
the process of foreclosure on the way to the club house; wondering how long
it would take Las Vegas to recover ?  Perry was convinced it would be a
decade.  His convention business was down seventy percent from from two
years ago.  If it wasn't for the weed...Well, you get the picture.

   Perry had lived in the community almost ten years now.  He got some deal
on a unit that somebody couldn't close on in the first build out.  Right
place, right time.  Mandy and her daughter had lived here just about the
entire time she knew Perry.  Las Vegas was a transient population and the
Hooters liked that.  It was even evident in their upscale neighborhood. 
Both of them liked the diversity of ever changing neighbors.  And the
schools in Perry's neighborhood were much better than where she lived with
her mother.

   The weight room was empty so Mandy went right to the first tread mill
and jumped aboard.  She was ten minutes into her workout when Cynthia
Cortez entered the weight room.  Mandy was in the process of getting to
know the cute little blonde.  She was married to a very good looking
Hispanic stud who always appeared to have wandering eyes.  Mandy liked the
way he looked at her.

   The two women gossiped about the number of foreclosures and the economy
for half an hour before Mandy jumped off her tread mill and left the club
house.  The Cortezs had just moved in a couple of weeks ago from
California. She'd have to introduce Perry to Ms.  Cortez.  The woman had
made it very clear that she liked to smoke weed.  Wondered where she could
score some up here ?  As Mandy approached their home she noticed Willard's
car pull away from the curb.  The teenagers were on their way to school.

   Mandy got right into the shower and just stood under the spray.  Her
shoulder length, dark hair became drenched and then she started lathering
up.  The suds were dropping down on to her shoulders and breasts.  She
cleared her eyes and began using the sponge on her arms.  Five minutes
later she was covered in lather.  She rinsed herself for over ten minutes
while she conditioned her hair.

   It was ten-fifteen before Mandy heard the garage door come up.  She was
drinking coffee in the kitchen.  She moved toward the door to the garage.
Perry was just getting out of the van when Mandy looked into the garage.

   "Give me a hand will you, beautiful ?" He was moving a ladder into the
middle of the garage between the van and her Toyota Camry.  Mandy moved
toward the ladder.  The marijuana was was packaged in twenty-five pound
bundles.  Mandy grabbed one and handed it up to Perry.

   "I invited a new couple Saturday night.  The Cortezs.  Larry and
Cynthia. He's a hunk of a Hispanic guy and she's a tiny, little blonde with
a nice set of tits." There were only six more packages in the van.

   "Lanna Thompson said Cynthia turned her on to some real descent weed the
first time she went over to give her a house warming gift.  She's been
asking Lanna for a hook up.  She asked me this morning.  I figured my horny
husband might want to handle this himself." She ran her hand up Perry's leg
and grabbed a handful of thigh up near his crotch.

   "Give you ten minutes to stop that." She could hardly hear him as his
head was up in the attic above the garage.  Perry climbed down the ladder
with two one pound packages.  Mandy took them from him and walked on into
the house.

   "How's Scooter and Amanda ?" Mandy asked.  Perry was silent as he packed
a pipe from an open baggie of weed, laying on the kitchen counter.  "Well
?"

   "Things weren't right.  Didn't see Amanda at all.  And Perry was really
crazy this time.  The place is like a fort.  He's got that sixgun down in
the bunker and it looks like he sleeps down there with the weed.  But he's
full up so the deal must have gotten done some how.  He's always like this
when he gets a shipment.  Five hundred pounds is a lot of weed, dear.  You
going in late ?"

   "It's Thursday, silly, I don't work on Thursday.  You going in ?"

   "Yea, got to, hot pants." Perry took a drag off the pipe and handed it
to Mandy.  "Need a shower first.  Wanna join me ?"

   "Sorry, baby, just got out.  Having lunch with the Cortez woman.  Want
me to give her a little pinch of the good stuff ?"

   Perry laughed.  "Tell her you'll introduce her to your connection who
gives discounts for blow jobs."

   Mandy was laughing.  "Has Wendy asked you for any ?" She called to him.

   Perry called back to her from the hallway.  "No.  You said you'd handle
that, remember ?" Mandy followed him as he headed for the bedroom.  He was
half naked when she entered the bedroom.  He stood a little under six feet
and weighted close to two hundred.  His back was to her and he was wide
through the shoulders and hips with muscled legs.  You wouldn't think he
was a runner except for the legs.  His dark hair was cut short.  He was
good looking though not considered handsome with a dark tan.  She was lucky
to get him to marry her.

   Chapter Six

   Mandy remembered the day.  It was a Sunday.  She was behind the bar and
noticed Perry as soon as he came through the door.  He was with a couple
she knew from high school.  The couple were regulars and came in all the
time.  They got a booth way across the room from the bar.  Mandy bought
their first round and waved when they looked over at the bar.  The girl
came over and talked for a few minutes.

   She got off at her regular time, late afternoon, when the night crew
clocked in.  Her friends were still watching the game.  Mandy joined them
and would have gone out with him that night but had promised her mom she'd
get home and watch Wendy who was nine at the time.  They were living with
her mother.  Her mother was a dealer on the Strip and worked six nights a
week.  This was 2002 and tips were increasing by leaps and bounds.  'Vegas
was growing like a weed.

   Two days later, Perry called her and took both her and Wendy to dinner.
They ended up at Perry's house on the golf course playing video games until
well past Wendy's bed time.  Mandy put her daughter to bed in Perry's guest
room and then allowed Perry to get her totally ripped on some very good
weed.

   The bedroom was next and she became wild with him, sucking and fucking
him like a "strip" whore.  Her job at the bar allowed her many
opportunities to both observe and sample men.  There were several before
Wendy's father and many after.  Some men frowned on that, wanted a pure
wife.  And with a child it was more difficult.

   They didn't talk much.  He fucked her three times and she loved the size
of his dick.  She was a big girl between her legs.  Perry wasn't that long,
close to six and a half but was nine inches around with a mushroomed shaped
dick head that burst into her cunt like a battering ram.  And he loved to
eat pussy.  That's what cinched it for Mandy.  She'd even tried girls for a
while as she loved to have her pussy eaten and played with.

   Perry ate and fingered her for an hour before he pushed himself into
her. By then she was wiggling below him, egging him on.  He fucked her like
a bull and that's the way she wanted it.  She was a large woman, close to
five seven and weighed close to one thirty.  He had her legs up around his
neck and was driving his cock in and out of her like she rarely got it. 
She grabbed her ankles and fucked back at him.

   The next morning he cooked them breakfast and had them back to Grandma's
house by nine in the morning.  Mandy and Wendy moved in the following
weekend and have lived with Perry Hooter ever since.  Two years later Perry
and Mandy got married.  This was 2004.  Just before the surfing trip to the
Palos Verdes' Peninsula...When Willy Tamarack disappeared and Scooter and
Perry started moving ever larger amounts of quality weed from Willy's farms
in the desert of Sinaloa.

   *****

   Amanda Fisher woke a little after noon.  She took several hits off her
marijuana pipe before getting out of bed.  She was just eighteen and had
been living with Scooter since she was fourteen.  That was 2005.  She left
her home in Chicago and took a bus to L.A.  She met Scooter while she was
selling marijuana.  They married two years later.  Scooter was thirty-three
at the time.

   Amanda wandered through the house, wearing just a shortie nightgown. 
The door to the back yard was open so Amanda knew that Scooter was still
out in the bunker.  That's what she called it - "the bunker." She went to
the refrigerator and took out some breakfast rolls.  Into the oven and on
with the timer.  She wandered out into the backyard.  The entrance to the
bunker was closed.  She knew he was sleeping down there.

   She used her cell phone and called his land line.  His grandfather had a
phone installed down in the bunker.  It was on ring number five before
Scooter answered.

   "Yo, you home, dude ?"

   "It's me.  Amanda.  Did you tell him ?"

   "Amanda !?  Oh, sorry, honey.  No, I didn't say shit.  He wants us to
come up to 'Vegas.  He's gonna shit when we show up there this evening."

   "Why didn't you tell him, Scooter ?" No answer.  "When you comin'
upstairs ?"

   "Where are you ?"

   "In the kitchen.  I'll pack a bowl.  I meet that new girl this
afternoon. You still think she's fronting something ?"

   "I'm comin' up."

   Amanda was packing a pipe when Scooter entered the kitchen.  He went
right to the refrigerator and poured a glass of orange juice.  He looked
over at Amanda.  She hardly looked fifteen.  Five three, four.  Dark hair
that was cut short, layered to just cover her ears with bangs in front. 
She was slim, small breasted with narrow hips and tight butt cheeks.  She
looked over at him while taking a pull off the pipe.  She held it out to
Scooter.

   "So what you doing with the new girl ?  You think we can fit it in
before we leave ?"

   "Whatever you want, Scooter.  She's hot to deal and wants to party with
me, I know it."

   Scooter looked over at Amanda.  "When do we have to be down there ?"

   "Three." Scooter wandered off through the kitchen toward the bathroom.
Amanda followed.

   *****

   Mandy was long gone before Perry got out of the shower.  He dressed and
got another five pounds out of the storage area above the garage before
leaving for his office.  Traffic was light and Perry arrived just a little
after one in the afternoon.  Donnie Thompson was in his office, talking on
the phone.  Perry waved and moved down the hall toward his office.

   His secretary/book keeper, Betty Norbest, was on the phone at her desk.
Betty, in her early forties, was extremely competant and a very nice
looking lady in the front office.  She was also a very good fuck.  And to
top it all off had a very hot eighteen year old daughter away at college.

   Betty was wearing a skirt and blouse with panty hose and low heeled
pumps today.  Perry felt a little jolt to his crotch as he passed her desk.
There was a pile of messages to go through and it was an hour until he was
through with the bullshit.  Since the economy flushed here, convention
business had been horrible.  He wished the president would keep his mouth
shut.  Every time he mentioned Las Vegas some company decided they really
didn't need to come to Sin City for their annual meeting.  Thank God the
recession hadn't ruined weed sales.

   Perry left his office around two thirty and motored out toward
Summerlin. Green Valley used to have the buzz that Summerlin has today and
if the expansion had continued; Antham may have given them a run.  But that
was all over now.  The free money had been spent and there wasn't any more.

   The house was in another gated community.  Perry keyed in the code
number and the phone in the little gate house started ringing.  Four rings
later.

   "Perry, is that you ?"

   "Sure is, Peggy Sue." The gate was already coming open.  Perry drove
through and turned right at the first intersection.  The garage door was
already coming up.  Perry drove right in and shut off the engine.

   Peggy Sue West was standing at the door, looking in on the garage.  She
was dressed in just a housecoat.  Perry was excited already and was
partially hard getting out of his car.

   Peggy Sue backed into the house and Perry followed.  She was sitting on
the couch, the hem of her house coat well above her knees.  He could tell
by the way she moved that she was naked underneath the housecoat.  The
money was on the coffee table.  Perry dropped his briefcase to the floor,
pulled out the five one pound packages and exchanged them for the bundled
money lying on the coffee table.

   "Thank you, darling." Cooed Peggy Sue.  She was easily in her fifties
and thick around the waist and hips.  Her hair was a silver color but Perry
knew that she had a very bushy, dark haired pussy.

   "Always a pleasure, madam.  Is your husband away for a while ?" Perry
leered at her.  He was packing a pipe full of weed.  Her husband was an
airline pilot, flying Pacific routes, and was gone for long periods of
time. Peggy Sue had caught him fucking flight attendants on several
ocassions and decided to retaliate.  She met Perry through a friend of hers
who liked to smoke weed.

   Perry handed her the pipe.  Peggy Sue reached over to take the pipe and
her cleavage appeared at the throat of her house coat.  Perry flexed his
cock as he slipped behind the coffee table and sat on the couch.  The pipe
was going around again.  Perry leaned back and rubbed his crotch for a few
strokes.  His cock was plainly in sight.  Peggy Sue reached for it a few
moments later.  Her hand replaced Perry's and was soon opening his fly.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Three
   "Takin' Care of Business" 

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