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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Paying off Debts
Part: 9 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 !  He is risen !  Willy Tamarack is on
the run again and the DEA is starting to get interested.  When we last saw
Micky Rincon, he was on his way to 'Vegas to talk with his benifactors.  It
was a short trip and then he's back to the beach and some pussy.

   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

   Paying off Debts

   (MF MFF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Twenty-five

   McCarran International Airport

   Southern Nevada, USA

   Still December 2009

   Micky Rincon was traveling light, just a sports bag and his steel case.
He scanned the cars moving by the passenger pick-up area.  The woman at the
other end of the 702 number said it would be a new Lexus, silver in color.
It was dark and hard to tell what was coming at him.  It was a Lexus and
flashing it's lights.  The Lexus pulled to the curb and the door flung
open.

   Carlos Santiago leaned toward the open door and yelled, "Get your ass in
the car, Micky." Micky tossed his shit in the back seat, jumped into the
front seat and slammed the door closed.  The Lexus sped away from the curb.

   "How you been, Micky ?  Sorry about your old man.  Did some good work in
his time.  I feel your pain, Micky." Carlos was silent for more than a
moment.  When Micky didn't speak he continued, "I see you got the case. 
Hey !  Everyone is going to be happy to see you."

   "What's new, Carlos ?" Carlos Santiago, "Snake" Edwards, whose real name
was Eddie Carnelli, Casey Swartz: his father had worked with them all and
with "Snake's" father before them.  There were other connections and not
many of them were related.  But over the years they had managed to make a
little money and for the most part keep their noses clean.

   Carlos was explaining how things were a little different than when Micky
left.  They were more legitimate and the authorities seemed to be doing
more undercover work.  Micky laid back and remembered someone telling him
that's why you only do business with friends.

   Forty minutes later they drove through the entrance to Lake Las Vegas.
Micky was very impressed.  Carlos not so much, the fucking cock suckers
were bankrupt but did admit that it made the area more secure.  Carlos
pulled into the casino parking lot and turned off the engine.  "We go by
boat from here."

   The ski boat was gliding along a glassy Lake Las Vegas at just about
three knots.  A lot of the homes at lake side were dark.  Carlos was
explaining how the economy had affected Las Vegas.  Technically they were
in Henderson but Carlos was refering to the Las Vegas valley in general.

   "Doesn't look like you're planning on staying long.  Some people would
like to talk with you.  Maybe give you some employment options ?" Carlos
paused for just a moment before continuing.  "Just a heads up, Micky.  Your
old man taught me a lot when I was just starting out.  Helped establish my
reputation.  Hey !  How's the Yachtsman ?"

   "You mean Captain Minter ?"

   "Yea, you probably never met him.  He used to run weed from some farm
`Snake' invested in, in B.C.  and then truck it up here from the beach.  We
made a lot of money doing that.  We still run the weed but it's a lot
harder and we lose a lot in transit."

   "Why'd he stop ?" Asked Micky.

   "Ran into a Canadian patrol boat one night and actually had to run for
his life.  He had over two tons of weed on board.  You should hear the
story he and Jill tell about it."

   "The tall brunette ?"

   "A very hot number there and worth the effort.  They don't spend much
time up here now.  Do some contract work for the hotels with their boats
but that's about all.  Like I said, things really quited down after '06. 
We also had someone sniffing around.  Not sure who ?  Probably DEA, maybe
FBI.  So we've pretty much kept a low profile since then."

   The "Hacienda" was coming into sight, the dock jutting out into the
water.  The helicopter landing raft floating just off shore another fifty
meters further on from the dock.  Micky could see the swimming pool area up
on a bluff fifty meters from the lake.  The grass was not very green this
time of year but the "Hacienda" was still an impressive site.

   Carlos was tying up the boat.  Micky started walking up the grassy knoll
to the pool area.  The house appeared uninhabited.  Micky looked back when
he he got to the pool decking.  The view out over the lake was tremendous.
Carlos was running up the hill.

   The two of them remained silent as they walked to the almost all glass
wall of the "Hacienda." Carlos let them in and Micky followed him to the
bar and then behind it.  The stairs were a pain in the ass and the hallway
was hardly wide enough for his shoulders.

   "Who the fuck designed this place ?" Micky complained.

   Carlos was sliding a credit card into the wall and a door popped inward.
He stepped aside.  "Snake did.  It's a fucking fortress.  Didn't you hear
we're being invaded by Mexicans.  Fucking Mexicans !"

   Micky laughed as he passed by him into the room behind the wall. 
"Snake" Edwards and Casey Swartz had already put down their drinks and were
approaching them.  The older men hugged him.  They cried a little.  Micky
not so much but a few tears did roll down his cheeks.

   Minutes later the faint sound of a helicopter could be heard.  By then
Micky had a Jack Daniels over ice in his hand and they had already started
telling stories.

   "Snake" had moved to the full bay window that overlooked the grounds. 
Micky came up behind him.  "I can hear it but can't see it."

   "Neither can anyone else." "Snake" whispered.

   All of a sudden the lights around the landing float lit up.  The
helicopter's light came on just a moment later as it came into the light.
After landing, the people on board wasted no time exiting the chopper and
heading for dry land.  A man stayed on the float and helped the pilot tie
down the helicopter.  They even threw camoflaged netting over it.

   "What the fuck is that all about ?" "Snake" looked at him for a long
while before answering.

   "Security.  It kept our father's out of jail their entire lives.  I
intend to continue that tradition."

   Micky changed the subject.  "Who are all the people ?" Casey was at his
other shoulder.

   "You'll meet them in a few minutes, Micky.  Relax." All of a sudden
Micky was an adult with other adults not some small child wandering around
the room playing with toys.  And far from leaving in disgrace, he was
returning as a real war hero with the medals to prove it.

   Casey knew "Snake" wanted to use that to influence some useful
politicians or just rich people in general.  Casey was pretty sure Micky
was going to tell him to pound sand.  He'd done it many times before when
Carlos tried to run him back in the days.  Casey remembered it got so bad
that Micky disappeared for several months back then.  Nobody could find
him.

   "Snake" had wandered over to his desk and switched on the lights down
stairs.  The whole den area became visible through the glass walls and
flooring.  Micky wandered over.  Voyuer delux !  He watched as the pilot
and the other man mixed margaritas in a blender.  There were three younger
ladies at the bar, waiting...Twenty somethings.  One of them closer to his
age.

   An older woman disappeared into the stairs behind the bar.  She was
carrying a briefcase just like his.  Moments later the door popped open and
in walked a very attractive woman.  Ash colored hair, mid-forties but
looked younger.  Took care of herself and had a body to boot.  He watched
her breasts bounce as she moved across the room.

   "I'm Colleen Gilbert.  Want to exchange cases ?  This one has a bank
book in it with a balance of a million and a half.  If certain events occur
in the next couple of years you might get another two point five.  You're a
rich man, Mister Rincon.  Your father was a very wise investor.  This is
after taxes, by the way.  I sent them off to the IRS.  Paper work is in the
case." Micky exchanged cases with Colleen Gilbert and the three older men
started to clap.

   Moments later they all went down stairs.  Micky was now carrying his new
case, much lighter than the old one.  After all the introductions were
over, he inspected the contents at the far end of the bar away from the
younger women.  Brand new Nevada driver's license, a passport, the bank
book and what looked like a pound of marijuana.

   He was still at the end of the bar inspecting his treasure when Colleen
Gilbert approached.  "I hope everything meets with your approval, Micky. 
And cut'em some slack, they only want the best for you.  They're into more
legal activities since the close call with `Yachtsman.' That scared the
shit out of `Snake.'" She held out a bottle of Jack Daniels and filled his
glass with it.

   "Captain Minter sent the weed...From his private stock.  He liked you,
Micky." She stopped for just a moment.  "My daughter, the one with her tits
half hanging out, is very hot to meet you.  The three amigos have really
built up the sniper thing.  Heads up !  She consumes men for a living. 
Watch her." Micky laughed and took a sip of Jack.  The liquor flowed
through him.  He relaxed and joined the group at the other end of the bar;
leaving his case, unguarded, on the table next to the bar.

   Chapter Twenty-six

   Micky woke the next morning with a terrible hangover.  He wasn't used to
all the alcohol.  He'd have to watch that.  There had been quite an orgy
going on in the bar area last night.  Carlos, Kent Gilbert and Rusty
Wilson, the chopper, pilot were fucking and sucking with the two younger
women.  "Snake" and the Gilbert woman left and went upstairs.  That left
him with Gina Colgate.  He just couldn't work up the energy required and
left a little after "Snake" did.....

   .....It was afternoon by the looks of it.  He'd just entered the bar,
finding his case right where he left it.  He made himself a bloody mary and
was sipping it when "Snake" came down the stairs.  The Gilbert woman was
with him, wearing just a house coat and bare footed.  She still looked very
hot and if it had been her he was with last night instead of her daughter,
he would have found the energy and fucked the shit out of her.

   She wandered over to the TV and turned it on.  It was the local news
edition on some all news network.  "Snake" was watching intently.  The news
was full of a shooting in Henderson.  They still had not identified the
caucasion with the long hair and the Mexicans, forget it.  The story was
starting to run out of gas without more information from the police.  They
either didn't know anything or were keeping it quiet.

   "I just know those Mexicans are cartel guys.  Carlos is positive but
nobody is talking.  They were up here sniffing around means they're
bringing their operation out of California and Arizona and into Las Vegas.
There's no competition up here.  Lot of expensive California blends but
very little organized distribution."

   He looked over at Micky.  He was staring at the screen, watching the
story unfold.  "You could start a lot of grow houses with your old man's
money.  Realestate is dirt cheap here.  We were lucky to get out when we
did.  Lots of people were not so lucky, capice." Micky was still staring at
the TV.  "Just an idea.  What are you thinking of doing ?"

   Micky looked at him and laughed before taking a sip of bloody mary. 
"Lay low and count my money for a while.  Maybe buy a place down where
Minter is laying low.  Word around here is that you're doing the same."

   "Snake" laughed.  "Yea, they're right.  But I'm always looking for
opportunities.  We'd love to have you doing some jobs for us up here,
Micky. Maybe a politician's wife, a banker's wife ?  Am I asking questions
you don't want to hear ?"

   "Shack !  Not right now I don't.  Sorry, Snake."

   "Had to ask, Micky.  If you run into `Yachtsman', say hello to him for
me."

   *****

   The automatic was lying on the bed along with the paper work, two clips
and a box of shells.  He looked at the registration.  It was in his name.
He put it into his wallet and packed the gun and related items in with his
weed, bank book and new ID.

   "Snake" was gone when he entered the bar but Casey was waiting to take
him to the casino.  Casey talked about old times while they motored in the
ski boat over to the casino launch area.

   Micky jumped up on the dock.  "Thank `Snake' for me will you, Casey. 
I'm sure I'll see him soon." Casey didn't believe a word of what Micky was
saying but smiled and waved as he pushed off.  Micky Rincon had disappeared
before the boat left the confines of the landing area.

   Micky took the first cab in the que and told the driver to take him to
the nearest Ford dealer.  He was going to buy himself a Mustang.  He'd
wanted one since he was a kid.  He remembered that "Snake" used to drive a
Mustang GT.  He laughed.  The cabby asked him what he was laughing at. 
Micky Rincon laughed harder.....

   .....Three hours later Micky was cruising south at seventy-five on I-15
as he headed back to Newport Beach.  It was dark by the time he passed
through Barstow but he waited until he was on the fifty-five before he
called Ashley.  It was close to nine.  It took four rings.

   "Hello."

   "Hello, Ashley.  I'm about ten minutes out and have a lot of things to
show you.  But first I want you to be naked when I get there.  Do you hear
me, Ash.  Not a stitch, honey.  And open the garage door." Micky hung up.

   Ashley Wentworth sat back in her chair.  She'd been watching some TV
program.  Something about...She couldn't remember.  Her heart was pounding.
Her nipples were erect, hard nubs on her breasts.  She wanted to push both
of her hands down between her legs.  Instead she started to take off her
clothes.  She walked toward the kitchen to open the garage door and after
unlocking it; dropped a piece of clothing here and another piece there as
she made her way to her bedroom.

   She was captivated by him.  His appearance, so dangerous.  His looks, so
rugged.  From that first Friday night, he was like a magnet drawing her
toward him.  She would never admit that she came to the Club alone that
night on purpose but she did, hoping that he'd be there.  And the way he
approached her...

   ...She could hear the car door slamming in the garage.  The door in the
kitchen opened and then closed.  Now his foot steps in the hallway.  She
pulled the sheet off of her and rolled over, proping herself up on an
elbow. She had felt herself.  She was wet.  Micky walked into her sight,
fully clothed.

   "You look good, Ash." He grabbed his crotch.  She could see the buldge
of his penis.  She played with a breast.  He came closer, taking his penis
out of his jeans.  He was engorged.  She slithered over to it and sucked
him into her mouth.  Both of his hands went to her head and he began to
slowly fuck her face.

   Minutes later, Micky pulled her legs apart and found her cunt with his
hand.  She was sloppy wet and two of his fingers found their way inside
her. She pushed his cock out of her mouth.  It was more than turgid.

   "Oh !  Baby, you're gonna drive me crazy doing that !" She was jerking
his cock while she talked.  Micky started rotating his fingers around
inside her.  She went back to sucking his cock and didn't stop until she
greedily swallowed every drop of his seed, some of it dribbling out of her
mouth when she finished.

   Micky pulled her out of bed and dragged her to the shower.  An hour
later they both fell, exhausted, into bed.  So it wasn't until the next
morning at breakfast that she told him.

   "Micky, my daughter will be home tonight.  The quarter is over at U.C.
Santa Cruz and she'll be spending Christmas and most of January with us."
He liked the way that sounded but didn't respond.

   "I'd like to tell her we're a couple." She looked over at him for
approval.  "But I'm sure she'll think you're after my money." Ashley paused
for some acknowledgement but didn't recieve any.  She continued.  "But
everyone is going to think that.  You're going to have to get used to that
down here.  I could be your mother, Mister Sniper."

   Micky got up and walked to the entry way closet.  He pulled out his new
case and brought it to the cutting board island in the kitchen.  Ashley got
up and joined him.

   "Is this going to be as much fun as the first time ?" She asked.  Micky
looked over at her.

   "More, Ashley.  Much more." He handed her the bank book.  She opened it.
Ashley Wentworth could read bank books and found this one about forty grand
short of a million and a half.

   "Where'd you get this ?  This is a lot of money."

   "My inheritance.  Taxes already paid.  Future installments may be close
to two point five." He was holding out the tax forms.  She looked past them
and found the gun lying right next to the pound of weed in his open case.

   "That looks dangerous !  And is that marijuana !?  Shit !  I've never
seen that much weed in one place." Micky leaned down to kiss her.  When he
stopped.

   "Isn't that what draws us together ?  The danger.  The intrigue.  The
romance.  The sex.  And of course we're an item, Mrs.  Wentworth.  I want
every one of your friends to wonder how many times I'm fucking you." He was
kissing her again, his hands traveling up her sides until they cupped her
braless tits.  Her nipples were like rocks.  He pinched them.  She was
clinging to him when he pushed her away.

   "Here's what we're going to do with your daughter, Ash."

   *****

   Adell Wentworth used her garage door opener several houses away.  The
garage door was all the way up when she got to the house.  Her parking
place was filled with what appeared to be a brand new Ford Mustang, black
in color with tinted windows.  Adell was pissed.  Why would her mother buy
another car ?

   She got her luggage out of the trunk and moved it into the garage, then
parked her car in the alley way.  She started the garage door down and
entered her mother's home.  Adell dropped her luggage in the kitchen and
went to the refrigerator where she grabbed one of her mother's wine coolers
and twisted the top off.  She turned toward the front of the house and
there he was, just standing there.

   She recognized him immediately from the Bay Club even though she'd only
seen him once, a week ago.  He was bare chested, wearing a pair of gray
sweat pants with ARMY stenciled on them.  He was coming toward the kitchen.

   "And just who in the hell are you ?" She called to him.

   "Security, miss.  Your mother told me to expect you."

   "Security, my ass.  My mother dosen't need any security..."

   Micky interrupted her.  "I do other things around here.  Mix her drinks,
rub suntan oil on her back, hold the car door open for her." He paused.

   Adell was through talking and put down her wine cooler.  She started
going through her purse.  Micky was sure it was to find her cell phone and
call the cops.  He could hardly hold a straight face.  Ashley had predicted
this to a "T" !  He'd throw some more gas on the fire.  "Hey !  Did you see
what she bought me in the garage ?" She had the phone to her ear.

   Chapter Twenty-seven

   Adell dropped the phone to her side when Ashley walked into the kitchen
wearing only a tiny bikini.  She had never seen her mother so exposed. 
Ashley walked to Micky's side and put her arm around his bare waist,
snuggling up to him.

   "I see you two have met." Neither said a word.  In the background you
could hear some dispatcher, somewhere, talking on Adell's cell phone.  The
campus police at U.C.  Santa Cruz would be wondering about that call for a
while.

   "Turn that thing off, you stupid girl." Adell turned her phone off after
telling the dispatcher it was just a misdial.  Then Ashley continued. 
"This is Mister Sniper.  He's hiding out between jobs now, waiting for his
next assignment.  Last time was some drug guy in Tiajuana.  Right, baby."

   "Right, doll.  Want me to take your daughter's luggage to her room ?"

   "Hardly, dear.  She's capable of taking her own bags to her room.  She's
a big girl."

   Adell Wentworth had never seen her mother act like this; never seen her
wear anything so revealing with a man.  She reached behind her and grabbed
the wine cooler.

   "Pick up your luggagge, daughter." Ashley headed off toward the stairs
and called back to Micky.  "Make us some margaritas, darling.  Oh !  Adell,
he makes the best I've had since El Torrito started serving the Cadilac. 
Says he got the recipe from a guy in 'Vegas a long time ago.  Come on,
girl, get a leg up." She was on the stairway and still talking.  "Micky
said he'd take me to 'Vegas with him next time.  Let me meet his boss. 
Wanna go ?"

   Adell fumbled with her luggage and almost ran to catch up with her
mother.  Micky smiled and went to the refrigerator.  There was a half
gallon jug of mixed margarita on the bottom shelf.  He busied himself with
salting three glasses.  While he wasn't quite sure Ashley would allow it to
happen tonight ?  He was sure that before her daughter returned to school
in February the three of them would hook up.  Ashley was almost giddy about
putting her daughter under her thumb.

   Micky would try to continue that offensive when the college girl got
back to the kitchen.  He imagined her on the chopping block island with her
legs spread while he licked and fingered her.  Better yet, her mother
eating her while he fucked her mom from behind.  He was getting spongy and
gave his penis a nice firm squeeze.

   The kitchen was a haze of marijuana smoke when the ladies returned about
a half hour later.  Micky's case was still open on the chopping block.  He
started pouring.  Ashley was wearing shorts with a "T" shirt; the daughter,
a shift to her knees, some Hawaiian print thing.

   Micky held out his hand.  "Micky Rincon.  Sorry about the rat fuck. 
It's a military thing." Adell shook his hand and then took a margarita out
of his other.  "Kind of blew your mind didn't it, Adell ?"

   "What ?  You two being an item or living together !" She was still
agitated.  "She's old enough to be your mother !"

   Ashley picked up a margarita from the counter top.  "I told you, Micky.
Learn to live with it, babe."

   Micky exclaimed, "No, the money, Adell.  The money !" Adell looked
puzzled then took another sip of her drink.  Micky walked the bank book
over to her.  She took one glance and then looked up at him.  The Wentworth
ladies could count zeros !

   "This is yours ?" Micky nodded.  Ashley moved over to the case and
pulled out both the gun and the pound of weed.

   "And look at this, Adell.  Have you ever seen so much weed in your life
?" Micky could tell by looking at her that she had.  Which also explained
why her mother, waving around a hand gun, didn't bother her.

   Micky was serving the second margarita in the den.  His pipe had gone
back and forth on the couch for over an hour.  Ashley was sitting between
Micky and her daughter.  She felt sexy wearing just her shorts and "T"
shirt with no underwear.

   Micky noticed that Adell appeared to be a very experienced pot smoker.
They'd gone through a good bit of weed and were almost slouching together
on the couch.

   Ashley actually started it and since no one objected during the first
few moments, no one felt they could stop it later when it took off and flew
on it's own.  She was leaning against Micky when Adell tapped her on the
shoulder.  "You got the pipe, mom ?"

   Micky turned toward Adell, holding the pipe out to her.  That put them
all closer together when mother started playing with her new boy friend's
cock while her daughter was taking a pull off a pipe full of marijuana.  He
was firm and she groped him while her daughter kept smoking.

   Adell was horny before she got home and now that she was half smashed on
margaritas and very mellow; she could hardly believe what she was seeing
with her squinting eyes.  She'd taken three hits in a row off the pipe. 
Her mother's boy friend was just smiling at her, like he couldn't feel her
mother's hand on his cock.  He was still bare chested and very good
looking...She'd love to get a little piece of Mister Sniper.

   Shit !  He was closer to her age than her mother's.  She leaned away but
her mother let go of Micky's cock and grabbed her daughter's shoulder. 
Micky took a hit off the pipe.  Adell looked at them both.  They both had
the same look on their faces.  She'd seen that look before.  Micky held the
pipe out to her.  She took another hit off the pipe.

   Her mother laughed.  "Micky, show her." Micky laughed.  Her mother
laughed.  Her mother's hand went from her shoulder back to Micky's cock. 
Adell could see it in his sweat pants.  It was a large penis and had grown
since her mother's hand left it.  Now her mother was stroking his cock
again.  She'd watched porno before but this was so differrent.  A flush
exploded over her.

   Micky saw his chance and took a hold of Adell's shoulder.  She was
holding the pipe in her hand.  He knew she was watching her mother stroke
his cock.  He was starting to move his hips.  Adell was taking another hit
off the pipe.  Micky was rubbing her shoulder now.  She was sharing the
pipe with her mother.

   Very slowly, Micky stood and slipped his sweat pants down his legs.  He
stepped out of them and was naked, his cock pointing straight out from his
groin.  His dark pubic hair was cut short, trimmed.  Adell couldn't take
her eyes off it.  It was the largest penis she'd ever seen.  Micky dropped
to his knees at their feet.

   Adell was still slouching back on the couch, her eyes slits.  She was a
bigger woman than her mother, thicker in the thighs and hips.  Her breasts
were also larger, at least a good cup size.  And while her mother had dyed
her hair platinum, her daughter was a blonde.  Micky doubted it was
natural. He pressed his belly against Adell's bare knees and slid his hands
up to her hips.

   Adell giggled.  And then blurted out in a high pitched voice, "Oh !  My
god !" When she felt his hard penis bouncing back and forth between her
lower legs.  Ashley laughed.

   "Isn't it huge, Adell ?!" Ashley was taking a hit off the pipe.  Micky
kept batting his cock back and forth as he rubbed his belly against her
knees.

   Micky slid his hands up her sides until her could feel that she was
wearing a bra.  He hoped it was a sexy bra and sexy panties, too !  He knew
her mother was naked under her clothes.  His cock was getting harder and
moving up to his belly.  He pushed her legs together and rubbed his boner
against her shins.

   "Get naked, Ash." Micky commanded.  Ashley slowly moved to a sitting
position and then stood, pulling her "T" shirt off over her head.  Her
breasts were high up on her chest and taunt, about the size of small
apples. Her nipples were small dark pebbles on her white breasts.  She
wiggled out of her shorts.  Her pubic triangle was trimmed just like
Micky's and dark.

   He patted the couch right next to Adell.  "Sit down, Ash." Adell was way
beyond moving even if she wanted to but she didn't.  She didn't think her
mother knew but she'd slept with one of her mother's lovers, several years
ago.  It was some of the most exciting sex she'd ever had.  This was going
to be the same...No, it was going to be better.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Ten
   "Sanctuary" 

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