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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Home to Las Vegas
Part: 13 of 30
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Keywords: (no sex)
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 !  Willy is back !  In this episode Willy
and his wife, Erin, finally discover each other as Willy makes plans to
disappear at the "Hacienda" on Lake Las Vegas.

   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

   Home to Las Vegas

   (no sex)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Thirty-seven

   Still Balboa Peninsula, California, USA

   I started right after the ladies left the room to bathe.  "Okay, Micky.
I don't want to fuck your friends so there are some things they need to
know before they buy off on me hanging out at this "Hacienda" of their's
for who knows how long.  You need to write this shit down."

   Micky crossed the kitchen and took a sheet of paper from the grocery
list.  "Go, Willy."

   "First, there are people looking for me and they are very likely DEA
agents.  Are they looking hard ?  Not now, but they will be.  Your friends
may not want to take the risk.  Two, I stirred up a little shit with some
Mexicans in Palos Verdes before you found me.  I told them who I was.  They
were watching a friend's house.  I didn't kill anyone, just stripped him
naked and left him.  But these guys will know it was me.  I don't imagine
they can take a joke." I smiled.

   Micky was laughing.  "Is that all ?" He threw the blank paper on to the
counter.

   "Yea, pretty much.  I'm a risky deal but I'm sure I can provide the
quality they require.  Quanity will depend on the size of the place I can
find.  The cabin was just a labratory.  Carlos should remember my stuff. 
Back then he showed up at a couple of places right after I left.  Word was
he was looking to score from me.  He was a guy I avoided.  He had the
hotels sewed up and that was a very profitable area.  I respected that. 
Carlos knows that.  Tell'em that, too."

   "Do you know who I'm telling this to ?" Micky asked.  I shook my head
from side to side.  Micky continued.  "`Snake' Edwards.  Have you ever
heard of him ?" Another shaking of my head.  "His old man operated back in
the good old days, along with my old man.  They didn't run the town but did
pretty well, going into raw land early and being able to sell some prime
parcels near the beltway."

   "`Snake', Casey Swartz and Carlos went to high school together.  `Snake'
spent some time in the Nevada Guard then got juiced in and brought his high
school buddies along.  They're light years away from the old days and have
moved into politics and money management, allows them to move a lot of
money around legally.  They can turn that cash in your suitcases into a
respectable bank account with little problem.  Will they accept the risk ?
Hard to tell.  You want me to contact them ?"

   "Wait a couple of days.  Christmas is coming up.  I feel pretty safe
here." I lit up a joint and we talked about where they were going to take
the ladies to dinner ?

   So it wasn't until Tuesday afternoon before I spent more time with my
suitcases.  Ashley and Adell watched me assemble one of the AK-47s in the
kitchen right after we all ate brunch.  Later, Micky went out to purchase
gun oil and some more amunition.  After he left, I went back to the guest
room and looked through the four passports in the lightest suitcase.  I
noticed the cell phone again.

   I flipped it open, turned it on and waited for the beeps and squeaks to
stop.  The small screen printed out that I had voice mail and told me what
to press to replay it.  I suddenly remembered who was at the other end of
the phone.  She had to buy the simplist phone around before I would even
consider using it.  And only in case of extreme emergency !  How times
change !  I remembered throwing it into the suitcase at the last minute.

   I pressed the play key and listened to the message.  "Willy.  It's Erin.
Call me back.  I'm in deep shit."

   I pressed "call." I heard the ring.  It was answered on the second ring.

   *****

   Perry didn't make it to work on Tuesday, the day after they returned
from the beach.  He stayed home with the women and brain stormed most of
the day.  Amanda was next to worthless now, breaking out into cursing every
thirty minutes or so, it seemed.  Mandy presented some good ideas on how to
get them far enough out of town unseen.  Perry was trying to get Erin to
buy off on one of Mandy's ideas.  Erin remained noncomital except for a few
disagreements with the direction the discussion was going.

   Amanda Fisher left the group in the Hooter's living room and went to
smoke some weed and take a nap.  Perry and Mandy went about their business
a little after lunch time, although none of them ate.  So Erin found
herself alone when the phone call came.  She tore her purse apart, getting
the cell phone out.  Two deep breaths.

   "Willy ?" I recognized her voice.  It was my wife, Erin Tamarack, the
one who had been missing since I disappeared.  I traveled back in time to
the mid-fifties.  Erin O'Connel and Willy Tamarack walking to school
together.  We'd been doing so since the first grade.  Talking about the
different tunes on the radio and much too aware of each other to fall in
love.

   Erin and I waited a long time to consumate our love but our relationship
spanned over five decades and was very strong.  I didn't believe I could
ever trust anyone as much as I trusted my wife, lover and best friend, Erin
O'Connel.

   "It's me, Erin, long story.  Where are you and do you need immediate
help ?"

   Erin Tamarack's heart was pounding so loud she had a hard time hearing
him.  "Talk louder, Willy.  I'm at Perry Hooters hiding out with `Scooter'
Fisher's wife, Amanda.  `Scooter' was shot and killed last Wednesday by
some Mexicans.  They shot Luci and Pablo coming home from mass yesterday.
Amanda and I need to disappear ASAP but we're in no immediate danger."

   "Trust me to call you tomorrow ?"

   "You know I do, Willy."

   "Tomorrow morning early, Erin.  Keep mum, okay ?"

   "Copy, Willy.  Hear from you tomorrow.  I love you."

   She still had the phone to her ear but the call had been over for
seconds.  Less than forty seconds.  That was no accident.  He was back and
in the game ?  She leaned against the kitchen counter.  She felt hot but it
was quite cool in the house.  She closed her eyes and wondered what he
would look like ?  It had been over five years since he called her on the
way to California right after the 2004 general election.  Where the fuck
had he been all this time !?

   She moved through the house and found Amanda sleeping through a
marijuana induced coma.  She was tempted to wake her and tell her what had
just happened.  Amanda deserved to hear that Willy had contacted her.  It
would raise her spirits !  After all she had lost her husband.

   But then what had Willy's call changed ?  She had no idea where he was.
He might be prevented from calling again.  She picked up the pipe off the
dresser top.  Several hits later, Erin lay down on the bed with Amanda. 
She hoped to sleep until he called again.  The cell phone was held tightly
in her right hand.  Erin slept on and off until the Hooters got home around
eight Tuesday night.

   Both the Hooters noticed the change in Erin Tamarack when they all ate.
They even discussed it before they went to bed about midnight.  Perry was
sure Erin had just run out of ideas and was burning out.  Mandy didn't
agree because she saw a new energy in Erin.  Something in the way she
looked at them while they ate dinner.  Like she knew something they didn't.
The two of them didn't discuss it long and were sound asleep the next
morning when the call came at zero five hundred hours.  Five a.m., for you
civilians in the crowd.

   Chapter Thirty-eight

   I closed the phone and turned it off.  I sat back on the bed and let the
memories flood my conscious.  I remembered Perry Hooter.  He was
"Scooter's" friend, lived in 'Vegas, really Henderson.  On a real nice golf
course, not that I played golf.  I remembered his wife had a dynamite body
like my other wife, Carol, and fucked like her, too.  I had no idea who
Amanda Fisher was other than what Erin told me just now.

   I didn't want to think about the rest.  I was a fool to bring them into
my life...Use them in my business.  I was selfish and now they were dead
because I did something silly without having the big picture.  I rolled
over on the bed and cried for Luci and Pablo.

   Ten minutes later, after returning from the gun shop, Micky looked in on
him.  "You okay, Willy ?"

   I sat up on the bed.  Micky suspected he'd been crying.  Willy's eyes
were bloodshot.  Maybe he'd been smoking too much weed ?  Micky laughed at
that thought.  I wiped my eyes with my forearm.

   "You need to call 'Vegas and arrange for three.  Two women and me. 
We'll be there Christmas day unless that's inconvient for the hosts.  Call
them today if you can.  Make sure you tell them the Mexicans are close."
Micky left the room without comment.

   *****

   "Yachtsman" was sitting topside with Jill.  Micky had been down below on
the satellite phone for twenty minutes now.  Jill knew without asking that
this was not a good sign.  They heard some noise below.  Micky came up the
steps to the upper deck.

   "Well ?" "Yachtsman" asked.

   "I'm moving him Christmas day plus two women who are in 'Vegas, hiding
out now.  `Snake' wasn't happy but I had some strong bargaining chips.  I'm
sure he's going to call you back.  I told him you've met the old man. 
Please put in a good word for him."

   "Don't worry, Micky.  I haven't had such a good time since I partied in
'Vegas the last time." Jill started laughing.  "Yachtsman" looked over at
her.  "What are you laughing at !?" She kept laughing.  Micky was already
off the boat and walking down the dock, away from the yacht.

   They sat on bow of the yacht for almost thirty minutes before Jill heard
the satellite phone ringing and went to answer it.  "Yachtsman" was
following her saying, "I'll get it.  He wants to talk to me."

   *****

   "Snake" Edwards looked out over the lake.  It was a terrific December
day in southern Nevada with highs in the mid-60s.  Casey Swartz was just
guiding the speed boat to the lakeside dock.  "Snake" watched him securing
the boat.  His office door clicked open and in walked Carlos Santiago.

   "What's up, `Snake' ?" He came toward the window.  "Is that Casey ?  I
need to speak to him about moving some cash." They both watched Casey walk
up the grass toward the "Hacienda." He waved to them.

   "I'm glad I have you both here, Carlos.  I've made a deal to hide some
guy for an undetermined length of time.  I must be getting senile in my old
age.  Soft on that fuckin' Micky was what it was !" Carlos let him go on.
There was no reason to stop him.  He wouldn't listen to anyone until he
finished.

   The door clicked open again and in walked Casey Swartz.  "Waz the haps,
bros !" Casey greeted them.  "Snake" was already sitting behind his desk.
They were going to meet.  Carlos crossed the room and sat on one of the
sofas.  Casey was at the bar, pouring himself a coke.

   "Okay, dudes, we've had a very good year.  Colleen estimates that we're
up about twelve percent from last year." Casey held up his glass of coke.
"She'll bring the final numbers out after Christmas." Casey drank from his
glass.

   "That's good news but last year was pretty shitty, down forty percent,
right ?" "Snake" asked.  Casey nodded.

   "`Snake' we're doing more than okay.  I was up last year and I'm up
again this year.  Yea, the land we own ain't worth dick now.  We can't help
that.  Let's just work on what we can, okay !?" Carlos called from across
the room.

   "Snake" had been watching Casey, sitting in an arm chair up near his
desk.  He turned to look at Carlos.  "Okay, forget that shit.  Micky has
been in touch and offered his services for special clients only, not just
run of the mill rat fucks.  I'll work on some candidates.  Casey, come up
with your own list." Casey nodded his head.

   "In return, I promised to hide a friend of his and two women here at the
`Hacienda' for who knows how long !?  The guy's name is Willy Tamarack. 
Either of you ever hear of him ?" Casey was shaking his head back and
forth. "Snake" looked over at Carlos.  You couldn't push Carlos on these
things.  He had to organize his thoughts before he began.  "Yachtsman"
taught him that.

   Carlos got up off the sofa and wandered over to the bar.  He called back
to the two of them.  "Yea.  But I haven't heard a thing about the guy in
years and I mean years.  He's a slippery dude.  I only ran into him once
with Micky's old man.  I found out later he bull shitted the old man."
Carlos was drinking a beer.  "By then Micky was back in the fold so the
issue was not an issue any more, comprende ?  I tried to run into him a
couple of times after that but could never get a step ahead of him.  Like I
said, slippery."

   "Snake" asked another question.  "You ever smoke any of his weed ?"
Casey shook his head again.  Carlos was finishing his beer.

   "How can you be sure ?  I was told it was his.  That's why I was trying
to run into him.  It was very good weed.  Rumor had it, he grew his own. 
Back then there were a lot of rumors about this guy but I could never get
near him.  He was like a mirage.  You'd find his weed but never him.  A
`you should have been here yesterday,' kind of thing."



   "Snake" leaned back in his chair.  "Okay, Carlos, would you believe that
both the DEA and the cartels are interested in him ?"

   Carlos laughed.  "Never in a million years, boss." "Snake" didn't feel
so bad about his decision any more.

   "Okay, both of you keep your eyes open and I want more of our security
roaming around out there." Carlos nodded.  "Micky says this Tamarack will
arrange his own transportation to the casino.  Casey, how about picking
them up in the boat.  Ten hundred hours Christmas day.  You're coming out
later, right, Casey ?"

   "Yea.  I'm coming out with Colleen, Kent and Gina.  Rusty's flying us
out at four.  Bringing my latest lust." Carlos and "Snake" laughed.

   "Carlos, I want you out here to greet and settle our visitors."

   "Right, boss."

   "Stick around for a minute, I want you all to hear this.  Micky told me
`Yachtsman' met the guy a couple of days ago."

   *****



   Jill beat him to the phone and had already keyed in the code for the
satellite phone.  She handed the phone to "Yachtsman."

   "Yo !  `Snake' my man, when we gonna get together and chase some pussy
again ?" "Yachtsman" started laughing.  He listened to "Snake" for more
than a couple of minutes.  u Then "Yatchman" answered him.

   "The guy's a retired air force major.  A serious person.  Had this
woman, who Micky is shacking up with down here, get his deceased parent's
membership in the yacht club transfered to him.  All out in the open. 
Didn't appear to have a care in the world.  This woman is big money down
here." He paused for several moments.  "Just saying this woman is serious
business.  She's been on my ass about several issues over the years.  She
wouldn't do this for Micky or anyone.  Tamarack's parents were respected
members down here.  Plus he was a Viper driver.  He's got to be a cool
dude." "Yachtsman" laughed for just a moment then listened for several
moments.  He answered immediately.

   "Yes, I would expect him to be armed.  Micky says he'd got two AKs
broken down in his suitcases plus a real lot of weed and cash.  I know
nothing about these women in 'Vegas but Micky says one of them is his wife.
The other is the wife of some guy who got shot in 'Vegas recently.  That's
all he knows." More listening by Mike Minter.  He laughed.

   "His weed is out of this world.  I suspected he'd cured it in someting
but he claims no.  Micky backed him up, said he saw the grow house this guy
had up in the mountains.  So I believe him.  It was the best weed I've ever
smoked." Jill could hear "Snake" yelling through the connection.

   "Just saying, `Snake', it was good shit.  One hitter, quiter !  And he
parties like a fighter pilot.  Claims some of his weed has afrodisiac
properties." Jill heard the "Fuck you, `Yachtsman' !", from where she was
standing.  She laughed.  "Snake" had broken the connection.

   "Fuck !  I forgot to tell him about the way the daughter changed, what's
her name ?"

   "Jees, I don't know.  You only fucked her and her mother just the other
night.  Ashley and Adell, stoner." Jill answered.

   "Yea...Yea.  Hey !  `Snake's' having some people over on Christmas. 
Wanna go up with Micky and Ashley.  We could take Adell for Willy ?"

   "Willy doesn't seem like the kind of guy who needs help in that area but
yea, let's go."

   *****

   Willy was still in his room with the door closed.  Micky had been back
from the yacht for over two hours.  He was tempted to knock on the door but
Ashley talked him out of it, saying the old man needed his rest.

   "Micky, you sure it's okay if we hang around with Willy ?  That's a lot
of dope in those suitcases.  More than for personal use.  What's he gonna
do with it ?  Sell it !  And the machine guns !  I'm getting freaked out
here, baby.  I don't want to go to jail."

   "It's cool, Ashley.  Willy's business activities will be very well
hidden and never be a part of his public life.  Once the suitcases have a
home you'll never see that stuff again.  Well, except to smoke a bowl."
Micky was holding her when I walked into the kitchen.  Adell was following
me.

   "Well, what'd they say ?" I asked.

   "All set.  They'll pick you up at the dock.  Ten hundred hours."

   "Thanks, Micky.  Adell and I are going shopping.  We'll be gone about
three hours.  Any problems, Ashley ?"

   "No, Willy.  Be safe."

   "Always am, darling."

   It was almost nine before Adell and I got back from the mall.  She
helped me carry the boxes to the guest room then left me to my own devices
and joined her mother and Micky in the den, watching TV.  They all went to
bed about midnight.  I did not make an appearance.

   Chapter Thirty-nine

   It was zero four fifty-five.  I had a brand new watch on my wrist.  A
Casio.  Spread before me was a very powerful laptop computer.  A Sony Vaio.
I liked it.  I spent all night reformating and partitioning the hard drive.
I installed Windows7 on one partition and an old copy of linux on the
other. The third partition was for files.  I had several mirrors of my old
system but the linux required a whole lot of patches and other assorted
work-arounds and then functioned only marginaly.  I had finished the
instalations and tested them out over an hour ago.  I'd been surfing the
web since then, looking for a newer version of linux.

   It was time.  I picked up the phone and hit "talk." It rang only once
before she answered.

   *****

   Erin had been up since three-thirty.  Amanda had smoked enough weed for
an army last night after dinner.  Erin didn't think she'd be up until noon
and had no intention of waking her.  She waited alone with Amanda, sleeping
beside her.

   "Riiiing." Erin pressed "talk."

   "I'm on." It was Erin.  I was positive and started.

   "Remember the church that does the old mass ?  We went to a couple of
Christmas services, years ago."

   "Yes." Erin remembered immediately.

   "They have a nine hundred hours service on Christmas morning.  Be early
and sit at the end of the pews closest to the western confessional.  Each
of you take a side when Father William shows up.  Get some large hand bags
and put all your shit in them.  Leave the phone you're using with Perry. 
Use only in emergency.  Does he still have a computer set up to encrypt ?
And an email address ?  What size is Amanda ?  Put her on.  Then back to
you for Q&A."

   "She's asleep."

   "Wake her." I commanded.  Erin turned and started shaking Amanda
Fisher's shoulder.

   "Wake up, Amanda.  Willy wants to talk to you.  Wake up, girl.  We're
getting out of here." Amanda's eyes were slow to open and bleary when they
did.  She rolled to her back, looking up at the ceiling.

   "Erin...Willy Tamarack is gone.  Get used to it.  You're more fucked up
than `Scooter'." Erin pushed the phone up against Amanda's ear.

   "She's listening, Willy." Erin called to the mouth piece.

   "Amanda, dear, please listen to me carefully.  I'm very sorry to hear
`Scooter' bought the farm.  I feel your pain.  `Scooter' was a good friend
of mine.  In our business as in life we must move on.  If you're ready to
move on, do everything that Erin tells you to do.  Erin and I will take
care of you, Amanda.  Hope to see you Christmas morning, dear.  Give the
phone back to Erin."

   Amanda Fisher let the phone drop away from her ear.  She'd never met
him, seen him or talked to him.  He disappeared before she first started
selling for "Scooter." This could be anyone but she knew it wasn't and felt
so warm and fuzzy when he said they would take care of her.  Erin took the
phone out of her hand.

   "I'll have the info you want.  I think `Scooter's' computer will work
for Perry.  Amanda's the next size smaller than I am.  We'll be there
Christmas morning, ready to go.  I love you." I closed the connection.

   I looked at the phone, turned it off and tossed it into the suitcase.  I
jumped off the bed and went down stairs to fix something to eat.  I was
famished.  I'd give Micky the final briefing this morning and send him to
"Yachtsman" for transmission ASAP.  I felt confident.  I had accomplished a
lot in just a few days and had a pretty good time doing it.

   Adell and I left shortly after breakfast and didn't get back until just
before three.  I spent the afternoon packing my stuff.  I gave both Ashley
and Adell a nice chunk of my very good stuff, the purple, as Christmas
presents before I retired for the night.  Big day tomorrow !  There was to
be no fucking around on Christmas Eve.

   *****

   The phone was dead.  Amanda was now up on her elbows.  "That was really
him !?" She exclaimed in disbelief.  "Where the fuck's he been ?"

   Erin Tamarack shrugged her shoulders.  "Doesn't matter 'cause Christmas
morning he'll deliver us from this mess we find ourselves in.  A little
over twenty-eight hours, Amanda."

   Erin jumped off the bed and ran down the hall to Perry and Mandy's
bedroom.  The bedroom doors were open and she jumped right up on the bed.
Both of them came awake, wiping the sleep from their eyes.

   "Willy called me just now.  Amanda and I leave Christmas morning.  We'll
need you to give us a ride to church.  It's just a couple of miles from
here."

   *****

   Perry was driving.  Mandy was sitting shotgun.  Erin and Amanda, dressed
in jeans with white blouses and blue tennis shoes, were sitting in the back
of the van.  They looked like mother and daughter.

   "Okay, girls, here we go.  Next corner, turn left and the church is a
block away." The van was coming to a stop.  Erin opened the sliding door
and was hitting the grass before the van came to a complet stop.  Amanda
was out and heading for the sidewalk.  Erin slung the door closed.  Mandy
reached back and ensured the door was locked.  Erin had already caught up
to Amanda and the two of them were walking to church.

   The van accelerated to the corner and turned right.  It disappeared from
sight.  Erin thought, "We're on our own, now." They turned the corner and
there was the church, a block away.  They were heading south so the west
was off to their right.  She whispered to Amanda.

   "We sit on the right side of the church.  You sit right next to me and
be ready to move."

   "Yes, mother." They'd gone over it a hundred times.  Amanda just wanted
it to end.  She wanted to get stoned and have sex with someone.  She was
horny with "Scooter" gone.  She glanced around the church as they
approached.  It was hardly crowded.

   The church was dark when they entered.  There were pockets of people up
closer to the alter.  Amanda was looking around, Erin elbowed her in the
side.  "Look forward," she hissed.

   They sat not three feet from the western confessional.  Erin dropped to
her knees, crossed herself and prayed.  Amanda did exactly what mother did.

   *****

   It was cool and damp at four in the morning as the Mustang entered the
fifty-five in Newport Beach, heading north.  Four hours to Henderson,
Nevada.  I stayed awake the entire trip, driving Micky nuts, going over the
plan again and again.  We stopped in Barstow to take a piss and grab a bite
to eat, pulling up in front of the Green Valley Ranch Casino at zero
eight-fifty.

   The bell hop rushed to the passenger door of the polished black Mustang
with Nevada plates.  He opened the door and helped an elderly priest out of
the car.  The driver was saying his "good-byes" and rushing to the trunk.
He was a young guy, well dressed.  He was lifting four large suitcases to
the curb.  Two came from the backseat.  The priest was just standing there
in his long black robes with this silly hat on.

   "Father William is going to need a cab." The young guy was handing him a
twenty.  The bell hop's arm went up and a cab started rolling down toward
them.  The elderly priest got into the cab immediately while the young guy
and the cabbie put the suitcases in the trunk and on to the roof of the
cab.

   Less then three minutes elapsed from the time the Black Mustang pulled
up until the cab pulled away from Green Valley Ranch Casino.  I was sitting
in the back seat, wearing a pair of dark aviator shades.  I'd given the
cabbie a card with the address.  It was not far.  The cabbie was curious as
to what was in the suitcases, presents maybe ?!

   The church was in sight.  The cabbie called into the back, "Where would
you like me to park, father ?"

   I slid across the seat and leaned forward against the front seat, right
behind him.  I was dangling a hundred dollar bill toward him.

   "Pull into the parking lot and park right in front of the entrance. 
Have all the doors open except yours and be ready to go.  Two nuns will
come out of the church and get into the cab.  I should be no more than
seven minutes.  You get another hundred plus the meter at our destination."

   The cabbie grabbed the hundred and told the priest, "You bet, father."

   I slid across the seat and exited the cab.  I walked right up to the
closed doors and entered the church.  It was dark so I shed my shades.  The
mass had just started.  The priest had his back to the small congregation.
I walked quickly to the far isle and headed toward the confessional.  The
girls were right there.  I entered the confessional.

   The doors on each side of the confessional opened almost at the same
instant.  I was busy tearing the screens out on each side of the small
booth.  I pulled up my garments and pulled off the packages tied to my
belt. I pushed them through the now unscreened windows.  The girls had not
said a word and were leaning toward the torn screens.

   I whispered.  "Put the nun costumes on over your clothes, make sure they
hang down over your shoes.  There is a cab waiting outside.  Both of you
get in the back seat.  I'll be right behind you.  Now get dressed."

   You could hear them moving around on each side of the confessional. 
Erin was dressed first.  I inspected her through the window and then blew
her a kiss.  Erin departed the confessional.  Amanda leaned toward the
screen.  I reached in, adjusted her habit and pinched her cheek.  I
whispered, "We'll be smoking a doobie in a couple of hours now, Amanda.  Go
out and get in the cab, honey." She went through the door.  I started
counting.

   At ninety, I got up and left the confessional.  Not one parishioner
turned to looked back at me as I backed down the isle.  The girls were in
the back seat with the doors closed when I exited the church.  I skipped
down the stairs and trotted toward the cab.  My heart was beating like it
hadn't in a long while.  I laughed, slamming the door, remembering my boat
ride just a few days ago.

   "Lake Las Vegas, sir.  Thank you for waiting.  Here's the deal." I put
another hundred dollar bill in the visor above the driver's head.  "Park as
close to the boat ramp as you can and the closer to nine fifty-five you
are, the more merry your Christmas."

   The cabbie pulled away from the front of the church and then looked at
his watch.  Time was not a problem and he was familiar with the route. 
This, indeed, was going to be a very Merry Christmas.  A nasty thought
entered his head.  He wondered if the priest was taking the nuns out to
Lake Las Vegas Casino for a weekend of fuckin' and suckin' ?  Oh !  He'd go
to hell for that thought on Christmas day, but the nuns were pretty good
looking and one was real young.  His passengers were silent the entire
trip.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Fourteen
   "Refuge"

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