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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - More History
Part: 4 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. Today starts the rachetting up of the action.  Moving up to Las
Vegas for today's chapters and back to Perry Hooter and Scooter Fisher. 
Many of you will remember Erin Tamarack, one of Willy's several wives. 
There's trouble in Sinaloa.  Can Willy be far behind !?

   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

   More History

   (MF MFF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Ten

   Las Vegas, Nevada USA

   Still December 2009

   Mandy Hooter got out of her car and wandered up the block for several
houses before heading up a driveway.  She looked around before hopping up
the steps to the porch and ringing the bell.  The house was over by the
university and the neighborhood was run down.  It was a while before he
opened the door.

   "Oh !  Hi !" It was like he was surprised.  He was just wearing
underwear, jockey shorts, and his package was right there.  She imagined he
did this on purpose.  Mandy pushed the door open and moved by him into the
front room.  He closed the door.  The front room was a mess and smelled of
stale beer and weed.

   "I hope you've got the money, Einstine !?"

   "I've got it." He was staring at her.  She knew he wanted to fuck her.
She smiled and held out her hand, palm up.  He left the room and was back
within a minute with a large roll of bills wrapped with a rubber band.

   "You gonna be able to stay for a while ?" He was grinning from ear to
ear.  Mandy Hooter was counting the money.

   "Love to, Doug, baby.  Love to." She stuffed the bundle of money into
her purse and threw it on to the couch along with two one pound packages of
marijuana.  Doug Mower was backing toward the bedroom and Mandy was
following him.  Doug loved fucking older women.  He couldn't believe his
luck running into this one.  She just fucked like an animal and was also
able to supply him with pounds and pounds of very good weed for resale.

   He yanked his jocky shorts down and flopped back onto the bed.  It was
unmade.  Mandy was opening her jeans, pulling them down over her hips.  Her
tiny panties came half way down with the jeans.  Her crotch was covered
with a triangle of short dark hair, not long enough to curl.  Doug was
stroking a very sizable cock, growing through six inches and rather thick.

   Mandy liked to watch his cock get hard while she stripped for him.  He
was her number one associate and moved lots of weight.  Plus his dick was
like nine plus at least.  Her blouse was on the way to the floor and she
was reaching around behind her to take off her bra.  Her nipples were hard.
She could feel them rubbing against the material of her bra.

   She leaned over and her bra fell to the floor as she pulled her jeans
and panties down to her ankles.  She slipped her feet out of her slip-ons
and stepped out of her clothes.

   Mandy moved toward the bed and crawled toward him as Doug moved back up
against the head board.  His boner was bouncing around in his groin and
didn't stop until Mandy gobbled up about three inches.  Doug put his hand
on the back of her head and let her swallow about six inches of his meat.

   Mandy had a hand between her legs and was teasing her cunt.  It was
starting to drool cunt butter.  Doug's cock was getting longer and thicker.
She was backing off and using her hand, just teasing his head with her
tongue.  Doug Mower had one nice, big dick.  She started bobbing her head
again.  His hips were leaving the mattress as she sucked on his slippery
shaft.

   Doug wanted to fuck her so he pulled her mouth off his cock by her hair.
Spital was dangling from her lips.  Her large tits were still swaying. 
"Ride it, Mandy."

   Mandy sprang up over him and grabbed for his dick.  She lifted and then
sat down on him with her butt pressed against his thighs and hips.  He was
in her, deep.  She wiggled around.  He was smiling up at her.

   "Come on, ride it." She started to bounce on him, fucking his cock in
and out of her snug cunt.  She leaned forward a bit and started bouncing
her cunt off his pubic bone, drilling his cock in and out of her like
crazy.

   She was starting to sweat.  It was dripping off her neck and splashing
on his chest.  Doug was starting to meet her with a thrust every now and
then.  Soon he would be up on his feet driving her insane.  Here he came.
She tried to keep her leverage but couldn't as he started to pound his cock
up into her.

   She didn't remember finishing; was lying on top of him.  He was snoring
softly.  She heard her phone ringing and rolled off Doug.  She bent to dig
through her jeans.  Doug's eyes opened.  He watched.  Her cunt lips, framed
by her plump butt cheeks, were dribbling his cum.  It turned him on.  He
flexed his cock.  It jumped in his crotch.

   Mandy was surprised looking at her cell phone.  No I.D.  That brought
her immediately alert.  She answered.  "Hello."

   "Mandy, it's Erin." She hadn't heard from her in a long while.  Since
Erin set up Perry and Scooter with the old man's pipeline in Mazatlan. 
That was years ago, when Willy disappeared.  What could she want now !?

   "Erin, long time no hear from, dear !" Mandy glanced over at Doug.  His
cock looked almost ready to go again.  She liked having a body that could
do that.  She had been blessed.

   "I need a pickup at the airport and a place to stay while I'm in town. I
may be hot and would like to be snatched from passenger pickup.  Can you
give me a time hack ?" Mandy glanced at her wrist.  It was fourteen minutes
after three p.m.

   "Fifteen-fourteen and thirty seconds...Hack." Mandy stated.

   "Eighteen-thirty." The phone went dead.  Mandy looked over at Doug and
threw her phone over toward her jeans.  She jumped up on to the bed and was
sucking his cock in just moments.

   *****

   Perry was watching Peggy Sue douching her cunt with the shower spray
while he drained his lizzard in the toilet.  A little celulite on her ass
but not a bad body for fifty something.  His cock became a little firmer as
he shook it.

   He could hear his phone going off in the front room.  He jogged naked to
get it.

   It was Mandy.  "Yea...What do you need ?" Perry asked.

   "Erin Tamarack is arriving at exactly eighteen-thirty.  Passenger
pickup. Someone may be following or watching her.  You want to handle it or
you want me to pick her up ?"

   Mrs.  Peggy Sue West walked into the front room, pendlous breasts
swaying, while wiping her crotch with a hand towel.  She smiled at Perry
and air kissed him.  Her hair was a mess.

   Perry looked at his watch.  It was seventeen-thirty.  He had an hour. 
He would case the pickup.  Peggy Sue was forgotten well before Perry left
her home and drove south for the airport.  There was a lot of traffic this
time of evening.  Passenger pickup was a mad house.  He parked in "short
term" parking after driving around for five minutes looking for a spot.  He
sat and watched.  He had a descent view of the pick-up area.

   At eighteen-twenty he started the van and was out of the parking area
and on his way around to the pick-up area.  He drove at the speed limit and
several passed him before the turn off and the entry tunnel but he was
right on time.  Eighteen-twenty-eight.  Lots of brake lights and slow
moving cars.  He was moving at a snail's pace and yet so was time.  He was
at the cross walk when he saw her turn to her right and head for the curb.
You couldn't miss her white hair.

   Perry accelerated and cut off a guy leaving the curb but got the door of
the van open just as he passed her.  Erin Tamarack looked over at him and
then angled out into the street, flinging her bag into the back of the van
then jumping into the front seat.  The door slammed shut.  Perry
accelerated away from the pickup area.  Erin was looking back through the
rear window.

   Perry was pulling out on to the 215 connector before Erin stopped
looking out the back.  Perry relaxed when he pulled off at Warm Springs and
was totally at ease when he turned south on Green Valley Parkway.  He lived
but blocks away.  It was dark and there was no one behind him when he
turned.  She still hadn't talked.  He wondered if Mandy would be home ? 
Perry had his garage door coming up several houses away.  His wife's car
was there and she was peering out into the garage when he pulled in.  She
started the door down.

   Erin was digging her bag out from behind the seat.  Perry shut down the
van and got out.  Erin met them at the front of the van.  "That fuck head,
Scooter, didn't tell you did he !?"

   "Tell us what ?  I just got back this morning.  I just want to smoke a
couple of bowls and crash."

   "The Tamaracks are officially out of the weed business.  Luci and Pablo
are hidding out in northern Utah for a while.  I'm going to disappear, like
Willy used to do.  I haven't decided where yet.  So I'll be here a few
days, through the weekend, I imagine."

   "What the fuck are you talking about, lady !?" It was Mandy.  Her voice
was high pitched, excited.  Erin Tamarack shut up.

   Perry grabbed her around the shoulders.  "Relax, honey.  Scooter just
got a shipment.  Piece of cake." Erin was shaking her head back and forth.

   Chapter Eleven

   Scooter drove slowly through the streets of Redondo Beach.  Amanda was
riding shotgun.  Ahead he could see the other girl walking in the parking
lot.  He pulled in.  Amanda was waving.  The girl was running toward the
van.  Scooter was scanning the parking lot, looking for undue interest. 
The girl was in the van.  They were both in the back now.  He could hear
them talking.

   It was just a mile or two to the house.  It was a rental.  He made sure
he wasn't followed as he meandered through residential streets well away
from the ocean.  He let the girls off about two blocks away.  The new one
had a cute butt.  No surveliance of any kind.  He was almost positive.  He
imagined she was with the authorities.  She was too eager and came just as
the trouble surrounding Erin Tamarack arrived.  Willy never believed in
coincidence.  Scooter looked at his watch.  The clock was now ticking.  He
parked the van and jumped out, looking around again for surveliance.  It
was three minutes to the alley way.

   In the house, Amanda was sitting on the couch.  The weed was in the
bedroom.  Ten pounds.  A lot of weed.  The girl had the money in her
backpack.  Amanda was counting it.  She was going to be good for it. 
Amanda smiled at her.

   "Where's the old guy ?" The girl asked.  Anxious.

   "Don't worry about him.  Wanna get stoned ?" Amanda was holding out the
pipe.  The girl reached for it and took a hit before going to the bedroom
to pack the weed into her backpack.  Amanda followed her there and started
touching her before she was finished packing the weed.  Amanda could see
her nipples erect as she rubbed her arms and shoulders.

   "Come on, honey.  Let's get high." Amanda held the pipe out for her. 
The girl took another drag and then finished packing her backpack.  Amanda
was behind the girl and playing with her breasts as she finished packing up
the backpack.  The girl stood and let Amanda run her hands up and down her
stomach and into her crotch.

   The girl turned and shoved her tongue into Amanda's mouth.  Amanda's
hands captured the girls butt cheeks through her jeans.  She had a nice,
fat butt.  Her tongue was active in Amanda's mouth.

   Amanda pushed her to the bed and the girl layed down on her back. 
Amanda started opening her own jeans.  "Come on, get naked, honey.  I want
to see you naked." The girl was pulling her "T" shirt off over her head. 
Her bra was next.  Amanda was naked and moving on to the bed.  Her head
bent she sucked one of the girl's nice big, round brown areolae and nipples
into her mouth.  Her hand found it's way to the girl's hairy mound.

   They were kissing again and each had a hand in the other's crotch.  The
girl was fingering Amanda's waxed cunt.  Amanda had two fingers in the
girl's hairy vagina.  She was thrusting on and off Amanda's fingers, her
breasts bouncing.  Amanda was turned on watching her moving breasts.

   Amanda rolled on to her back and pulled the girl's hips over her face.
In just moments the naked girls had their heads in each other's crotches,
going sixty-nine.  The girl was very good with her tongue, reaming right up
Amanda's anus while she plunged two fingers in and out of her cunt.

   Amanda had the girl's plump butt cheeks spread and was licking her from
asshole to clitoris.  She was driving her tongue in and out of the girl's
cunt when Scooter wandered through the bedroom door.  Amanda hadn't heard
him enter the house.  Scooter was hoping he'd find them naked and rolling
around on the bed.  He was not disappointed.  He was excited !

   He stood there watching his young wife licking this young girl's cunt
and ass.  His cock was getting hard as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them
fall about his feet.  He'd left his shoes in the van.  He pulled his "T"
shirt off over his head.  He was naked.  His long, skinny dick was parallel
to the floor, his hairless balls tight up against his penis.

   The girl tried to turn when he got on to the bed but Amanda's hands
pulled her face back between her legs.  She watched as Scooter pushed his
dick into the girl's cunt.  She licked his balls as he started to fuck her.
The girl's tongue got very active in Amanda's cunt, teasing her clitoris
and fucking in and out of her.  She could tell that Scooter was going to
blow his load.  He was really driving it in and out of the cunt above her
face.

   Scooter couldn't hold back and blew his load into the girl's fat, juicy
vagina.  He pulled her butt cheeks further apart and watched his semen seep
out from around his cock as he continued to fuck her.  Amanda's lips and
tongue were working on his balls.  He was higher than a kite; fucking this
bimbo as hard and fast as he could.  The room started coming back into
focus.  Scooter's dick had fallen out of her.  Amanda's mouth was sucking
his cum out of the teenager's cunt.

   The girl was moaning and groaning.  He staggered off the bed and
struggled getting into his jeans.  He left the girls, going sixty-nine and
moved back into the front room.  He found Amanda's purse on the couch and
counted the money.  Amanda was dressed when she came into the front room
and they went out through the back door.

   Across the yard and over the fence.  Through several yards and over
several fences; they could see the van now.  Five minutes later they were
tooling up Pacific Coast Highway toward the airport.  Once they got on the
freeway they were off for 'Vegas.  Amanda was excited.

   "You really think we needed to leave her there ?" Amanda was packing the
pipe with weed.  Scooter didn't even look toward her.

   "Who knows ?  It just worked out that way.  She's got a cell phone,
right ?  No problem.  Good practice.  Willy'd be proud."

   "Willy's been gone for five years, Scooter.  Let go of it.  This is the
end.  We've got three hundred pounds of weed in the back and no prospects
of getting any more."

   "Perry'll come through for us, babe."

   "You smoke too much weed, Scooter.  You should have told Perry this
morning.  He's gonna be pissed." They stopped talking until starting up the
grade of Cajone Pass and then it was just talking about the vehicles that
were passing them.  It was dark when they passed through Apple Valley.

   *****

   Perry was smoking a bowl in the kitchen.  Mandy was blending some
margaritas.  Erin's bag was in the guest room and she was using the powder
room to freshen up.

   "What are we having for dinner, Mandy ?" Perry asked.

   "You're thinking of eating and we don't know squat.  What's this all
about ?  Order out, if you're hungry."

   "You know as much as I do.  If Erin says Scooter and Amanda are on their
way here ?  I don't think she'd bullshit us.  I'm more worried about future
weed shipments.  Two hundred pounds is just five or six months worth.  Fuck
!  Just when we were starting to move some real weight." Perry finished
just as Erin entered the kitchen.

   Erin started talking as soon as she came through the doorway.  "It's
probably for the best that Scooter didn't tell you.  If you're being
watched ?  You're acting normal.  Well, it's something Willy would have
done.  Let me bring you up to speed." Mandy pushed a salted margarita
across the bar.  Erin took a drink and a hit off the pipe.

   "Our luck ran out.  There's too much gang warfare going on and not
enough weed growing going on.  Twenty or so armed cartel guys drive out to
the pueblo and rip off three tons of our weed.  All fucking bud !  Drove
our trucks away with the bud in them.  The federales found the trucks a
week later just south of El Paso, burned to a crisp.  I got the Tamaracks
out of Mazatlan and we drove straight through to Salt Lake City.  They're
not going back to Mexico." She took another sip of her margarita.

   "Scooter's five hundred pounds comes from some special stuff that Luci
sent to her cousins in Baja.  That's it for Willy's bud.  There will be no
more.  During our brief negotiations the cartel made it clear they were
very interested in knowing what kind of fertilizers he was using.  Seems
they've infiltrated some of our farmers and they knew Willy adds a lot of
additives that they know nothing about.  I always told them that it was all
in Willy's head and died with him.  Now I can't prove it but the people who
are now running the farms at the pueblo and bought out Luci and Pablo are
probably the same ones who sent the guys with guns who ripped us off."

   Perry looked over at Mandy.  He had no desire to get into a turf war
with Mexican drug cartels.  Willy made all that invisible.  He paid off
more people than somebody getting the night comped in 'Vegas.  While there
was a lot of Mexican stuff in 'Vegas it was being taken over by the premire
stuff coming out of California.  They even had brand names for the shit.

   "Well, is it safe for us to operate up here ?" Mandy asked.  Erin was
smoking more weed.  Perry glanced over at Erin Tamarack.  She still looked
good for an old lady.  She had to be sixty, at least.  He was staring at
her profile.  She had a nice handful of tit hanging there as she hit off
the pipe.

   The older woman spoke.  "Sure, I don't see why not.  Too many different
slices of the pie up here.  Southern Cal is closer to the war zone plus
Scooter has been operating down there from the same location for too many
years.  It was time for him to move on.  'Vegas was the only option.  Now
you've got a year's supply." She took a deep gulp of margarita and pushed
her glass across the bar for a refill.

   "Well, that's not too bad." Perry was saying when Mandy's cell phone
rang.  She picked it up off the kitchen counter while Perry started the
blender up.  Mandy was laughing and mouthing, "It's Amanda." Perry filled
glasses.  The call only lasted ten seconds or so.  "Comm security" as Willy
used to pound into them.

   Mandy snapped her cell phone closed and tossed it on to the counter. 
"They'll be here in an hour.  Got state line in sight.  We'll have to move
Wendy to the office.  Let Scooter and Amanda bed down in her room." She
took a drink.

   Perry was imagining who he was going to fuck tonight.  Mrs.  West was
just a warm up.  Erin and Mandy were gabbing about something or other. 
Perry broke in.  "You sure we're safe here, Erin ?"

   Erin Tamarack looked over at Perry Hooter.  "Positive, Perry, unless the
cartels think you have Willy's recipis for growing weed.  I dug up some of
his shit in Southern California but it was just cash and some weed.  No
recipis."

   "How about those computer disks with his traveling stash ?" Perry
distinctly remembered the computer disks.

   "I could never break the code or password or whatever I needed to do. 
It was all encrypted.  I tossed them long ago."

   "Scooter claims that Willy left some files on his computer and he
remembers the password to get at them.  He showed it to me a long while ago
but none of it made sense.  There was some map made with just Xs."

   Erin looked over at him.  "Does he still have it ?"

   Perry nodded "yes" while killing his margarita.  Just then Wendy
Collins, Mandy's daughter, came through the front door.  She waved before
disappearing down the hall.  Perry crossed the room and struck a match to
light some incense.  Mandy was back to blending more margaritas.  Erin was
putting a match to another bowl.

   Perry nodded toward the hall, where her daughter just disapeared, "You
sure you want me to take care of that issue with Wendy ?"

   Mandy called above the blender.  "Yea.  Old enough to go to the store.
Old enough to get bread.  She's bugging me all the time now.  Make her work
for it, honey." Perry got a jolt to his crotch.

   Chapter Twelve

   Wendy Collins flipped open her cell phone as soon as she entered her
bedroom.  She punched in the number for her friend, Shelly Summers.  The
phone was ringing.  Shelly answered on the second ring.

   "Well, did you score ?"

   "My mom refuses to give me any more.  Says I have to talk to Perry. 
There's a guest here now.  I'm not sure I can score."

   "Come on, Wendy.  You can hit Perry up for it.  He's a push over for
good looking ladies.  You said so yourself.  Work on him.  I would, if I
were you.  He's a hunk.  And we've got time."

   There was a knock at her door.  Wendy quickly terminated her call with
Shelly and closed her phone.  She jumped on the bed and sat cross legged
before calling, "Come in."

   Perry opened the door and walked into Wendy's bedroom.  She had a double
bed, plenty of room to give her a little workout every once and a while. 
And with her mother's approval !  He felt a little spongy as he stood, back
against the door.

   "Your mother told me you're interested in purchasing weed.  Maybe a
little for your friends, too ?" Mandy smiled up at him from the bed.  Her
breasts were nowhere near her mother's size but were nice tits all the
same. Perry was looking at her breasts.  It turned her on; talking to her
mother's husband about weed.  Her mother's husband had a reputation with
the ladies.  Her nipples were making bumps in her blouse.

   "Yes.  I have several close friends and they're all interested.  They
have friends.  I know you and mother only sell to friends.  I could use the
cash."`

   Perry smiled down at her.  "I'll be back in a few minutes.  We'll talk
about how you're going to pay me back.  Some rules you need to follow." He
turned and left her room.

   Mandy was on magarita number four when Perry came through the kitchen on
the way to the garage.  Erin spoke only after Perry disappeared into the
garage.  "Where the fuck is he going ?"

   "To the garage." Mandy answered.  Erin flipped her the bird.

   "Mandy, you gonna be able to score me some nice young man while I'm
visiting ?  You know, before I have to go on the lamb." Perry came back
through the kitchen with a pound of weed in one hand, a scale and some
baggies in the other.  Mandy took a hit off the bowl.  Erin was still
waiting for an answer.

   Perry didn't knock but pushed the door to Wendy's room open with his
foot.  She was still sitting on the bed.  "Clear off your desk, Wendy." She
jumped up off the bed and pushed a whole bunch of stuff off the desk top.
Perry dropped the scale and baggies on the bed and the pound of weed on the
cleared off desktop.

   Until Scooter Fisher stuck his head in the door, Perry instructed Wendy
Collins on the art of weighing and bagging weed.  The room was a cloud of
marijuana smoke when Scooter slid into the room and took the pipe out of
Wendy's hand.

   "Sorry to jam you up like this, Perry." Scooter whispered as he exhaled
a long stream of smoke.  Wendy laughed.

   "What are you laughing at, bimbo, you're sleeping in the office." Perry
barked at her.  She kept laughing.

   Scooter was taking another drag off the pipe.  "Just be a couple of
days, Wendy." He squeaked out.  Wendy continued laughing while she cleaned
up the dope on her desk top.  In just minutes, she was gone with the weed,
scale and baggies.

   "Sorry, Perry.  Don't know what I was thinking.  Must be smoking too
much weed ?" He laughed.  "I should have let you take the whole load this
morning.  Sorry, buddy.  My bad." Scooter took another drag off the pipe.

   "Relax, Scooter.  It's all good now.  We need to get you in a place of
your own.  What'd you do with the place in P.V.  ?"

   "Erin's taking care of it.  Money'll show up when it sells.  Shouldn't
take long.  She says real estate is in the crapper up here."

   "Hey !  Scooter, there's several foreclosures within blocks of here.  We
could be neighbors !?"

   Scooter was taking another hit off the pipe.  He squeaked out.  "Maybe,
we ought to live in different neighborhoods ?" After just a short moment.
"You got any leads on getting more dope ?"

   Perry took the pipe out of Scooter's hand.  "Don't worry, Scooter. 
We'll get it figured out."

   Mandy, Erin and Amanda had filled the kitchen with marijuana smoke and
the blender was still going when Scooter and Perry passed through the front
room.  There were three suitcases by the front door.

   The blender kept blending and the weed smokers kept smoking.  By two in
the morning the five of them were passed out in various bedrooms or couches
throughout the house.  Wendy Collins left and spent the night at her boy
friend's house.

   *****

   The Hispanic gardner was raking the gravel walkway.  After every two or
three strokes he looked up.  He'd been watching the house across the street
for a day now by switching among the several groups of Hispanic gardners
who serviced this area of Southern California...Palos Verdes Estates.

   Manuel had seen no activity at the house and was bored raking the stones
and such.  He was told he was looking for a "gringo" couple.  A guy in his
thirties and a girl who was in her teens.  It was days ago when "they" lost
them after "they" made the sale.  He was glad he wasn't on that crew.  And
now "someone" was concerned about finding the Tamarack woman also.  She
disappeared with the weed.

   Manuel's phone rang.  He carefully stood the rake up against a tree and
looked across the street at the house.  It was Estaban Rodriquez on the
phone, the guy who sent him up here to watch.  Manuel had slept in the back
yard of this house last night and it was a miserable night.  He listened.

   "...I need you up there.  We have got to get a handle on these people.
You say the place has a `for sale' sign in the front yard ?"

   Manuel answered in the affirmative.  He knew then he would be here for
many more days.  His boss began again.  "I'll be sending a team up to help
you.  Manuel, you are in charge.  I want a report every six hours.  Anyone
in or out, understand !?"

   Manuel again answered in the affirmative.  He now understood why he was
sent on what looked like a shit assignment.  It had suddenly become very
important.  They wouldn't send just anyone if it wasn't.  He knew he was
trusted.  Now he felt valued.

   The boss man was talking about when his watchers would arrive.  They
would have transportation and he was to do the driving.  Same cover.  Keep
the house in sight.  The boss man went on and on.  Manuel noted it all.  He
had only a couple of hours to wait.  He took a hold of his rake, walked
across the street and through the natural vegetation that grew in the front
yard of the house he was watching.  He went right to the patio, pulled a
lawn chair over into the shade and sat.  He slept.

   Three hours later one of his team shook his shoulder.  Manuel opened his
eyes and stared at the man.  He slowly got to his feet.  The man led the
way to the truck.  It looked like a gardening truck and would pass muster
in this neighborhood.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Five
   "A Shooting in Henderson" 

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