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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Refuge
Part: 14 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 !  Willy is back !  In this episode Willy
and Erin Tamarack with their friend, Amanda Fisher, find refuge at Lake Las
Vegas.  Willy meets Snake Edwards.

   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

   Refuge

   (MF anal)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Forty

   "You think they'll call us ?" Mandy asked.  She was holding the cell
phone that Erin gave her.  Erin must have told them a hundred times, use it
only in an emergency.  They were now miles from the church and just driving
around to make sure they weren't being followed.  Perry pulled into the
shopping center and parked.

   "He'll call when everything quiets down.  Or maybe he'll show up and
surprise us tomorrow night ?  Who knows ?  You remember Willy, totally
unpredictable.  Let's go shopping.  Oh !  Shit !  I forgot.  It's Christmas
morning !" They both laughed looking around at the empty parking lot.  They
arrived home about ten minutes later.  Wendy and Shelly were stoned,
watching another chick flick and on Christmas morning, too !

   *****

   Casey Swartz guided the boat around the end of the dock just as the cab
came to a stop about a hundred and fifty feet away.  The back door came
open and two nuns got out.  Now the driver was rushing around to get their
luggage.  The priest was throwing a couple of bills into the cab and
observing the area.

   Casey tied up but left the motor running.  The nuns were unfolding some
big wheeled wire carry-alls.  Now they were loading the suitcases on to the
carry-alls.  The priest was still just observing the area.  When the nuns
were ready the priest wheeled and started walking toward the boat.  The cab
was leaving the area.  Every several steps or so the priest turned around
and scanned the area behind them.

   The priest stopped at the bow of the boat, near where it was tied down.
The nuns stopped behind him.  "Mister Swartz, I'm father William and this
is sister Erin and sister Amanda.  I pray we're not ruining your
Christmas."

   "You need help, father ?"

   "No, we'll manage.  Sisters." He held out his arms and each took one and
stepped down into the boat.  The priest started handing the suitcases over,
one by one.  They were heavy and caused the boat to list until they were
all aboard.  Casey was impressed at how the nuns distributed the weight,
leveling the boat.  As the priest jumped into the boat with the tie-down
rope, the machine gun became clearly visible.  Casey caught an eye full.

   Casey pulled away from the dock.  While "Snake" told him to expect the
guy to be armed, this was a little much.  As they accelerated toward the
end of the dock, Casey called out.  "We're about six minutes away.  Enjoy
the scenery.  I'm calling home to tell them we're on the way." I just
nodded.  Erin and Amanda were watching the shore line and the vast estates
that were floating by.

   The "Hacienda" was coming into sight.  I noticed the helicopter landing
float and the dock; Casey was lining up with it.  The structure was
impressive.  Two stories of glass and tinted so you couldn't see in.  But I
was sure you could see out.  I slid by Casey, giving him another glimpse of
the barrel of the machine gun, on the way to the bow and the tie down rope.

   Carlos Santiago was watching the nuns load the suitcases on to their
carry-alls.  Casey had already left the dock, headed back to the casino. 
The priest was leading them up the hill to the "Hacienda." Carlos backed
away from the open door and took up station behind the bar, his 9mm
automatic lying within arm's reach.

   The priest and nuns came through the door and entered the room.  The
nuns leveled their carry-alls, the suitcases stacked on the ground.  The
priest stepped forward, removing his dark glasses and his silly hat.

   "Merry Christmas, Mister Santiago and thank you for your generosity.  I
hope to repay you in the future.  I'm Willy Tamarack.  Ladies, take off the
habits.  The blonde is my wife, Erin Tamarack.  The dark haired young lady
is Amanda Fisher, a trusted associate of mine."

   After a few short moments of silence, I asked.  "May I ?" I moved
forward toward the bar.  Carlos put his hand under the bar, very near his
weapon.  I slowly raised the hem of my garmet.  The AK-47 became visible.

   "I'm sure Mister Swartz was observant enough to notify you, sir.  With
your permission I'll clear the chamber and take out the clip." My arms were
still holding the garmet at shoulder height.  The AK was tied to a rope
that was tied to my belt and dangling just below my waist, barrell down,
ready to use.  Carlos nodded.

   I untied and cleared the weapon.  It lay on the bar pointing out toward
the pool, the clip of ammo next to it.  "You won't need those here, Mister
Tamarack." Carlos barked.

   "Please call me Willy.  I'll have my wife break it down and put it back
in one of the suitcases, if you trust us ?"

   "How'd that work the last time ?" There was an edge to Carlos' voice.

   I shot right back, staring Carlos down.  "I don't suppose you'd give up
`Snake' or Casey so eaily." The silence went on for several moments.

   "Bring your stuff this way.  Gym, bar, food, liquor." He was pointing
out the weights, the big screen TV.  There were six bar stools along the
bar.  "The rooms are along the hall out the door in back of the bar. 
Upstairs is off limits unless you're invited.  Make sure you understand
that." He looked back at them as he opened the door behind the bar.

   I looked back at the girls, "Got that, ladies ?" Amanda's eyes were as
big as half dollars looking at the dark, bulk of Carlos Santiago.  Erin was
nodding her head up and down.  Carlos continued.

   "This one is yours.  Sorry about the double beds.  The rest of the rooms
will probably fill up over the weekend.  We're having some friends over. 
`Yachtsman' has set a high bar for your weed.  I hope it doesn't
disappoint." Carlos stared at me.  "So there is no misunderstanding, you're
free to roam downstairs all you want.  Food's in the frigs and the pantry.
Wash your own dishes.  Upstairs is private."

   "We understand, Mister Santiago.  I imagine we're all tuckered out about
now and will probably rest for a while.  Please thank Mister Edwards for
us. We look forward to meeting him at his convience." Carlos backed out of
the room, closing the door behind him.

   I turned and held open my arms.  Erin and Amanda came to me and we
hugged for a good long while.  Silence filled the room.  I dragged the two
of them over to one of the double beds and had them sit.  I sat on the
other bed.  I held out my arms.  The girls took my hands.

   "Sorry about the disappearance, Erin.  It was unavoidable.  Amanda,
again, sorry about `Scooter.' He was a real good friend of mine.  I don't
know you at all, Amanda, but you married `Scooter' and been hanging out
with Erin so you're on the team if you want ?  I think it'd be good for you
to stay with us for a while.  We'll be a family.  Easier to blend in.  I'll
work on our Mexican problem with Micky's friends.  Can we all live with
that for a while ?"

   Erin just nodded.  Amanda spoke.  "Well, of course I'll stay, Willy. 
I've got nowhere else to go.  Erin will vouch for me.  I can hold my own."

   "She already has, Amanda." I dropped my hands and went for a suitcase,
throwing it up on the bed.  I opened it.  It was full of women's clothes
and under things.  "Figured you guys were traveling light.  I guessed on
sizes but you're not too much smaller than Erin.  You guys can go through
it later."

   I grabbed the other light suitcase and threw it up on the bed.  I opened
it up and pulled out a quarter pound package of weed marked with purple and
orange.  Next came a glass pipe.  A few moments later, the top of Amanda's
head came off as she finished her first hit.  Erin started laughing.  I
handed her the pipe.  Erin took a quick hit that threw her head back.  I
took a long drag next.

   I looked over at Amanda and Erin.  "And now it's time for you two to get
out of those nun's outfits.  Save them because I'm sure we'll use them
again some time in the future." I had a twinkle in my eyes as I pulled my
priest's robe off over my head.

   Chapter Forty-one

   Micky Rincon was driving through the passenger pick-up at McCarran
International Airport in his black Mustang.  Ashley called earlier, saying
that she and Adell were flying to 'Vegas with Mike Minter and Jill Olson.
Micky wasn't sure his high society woman was prepared for a 'Vegas
Christmas party ?  Although she seemed to get her jollies with the group
the other night ?!  Micky pulled over to the curb.

   The four of them were carrying way too much luggage.  Micky had to get
out of the car and it took them about five minutes to pack the Mustang. 
Mike sat in front and the girls sat in the back as Micky pulled away from
the curb.

   "We going by air or sea ?" "Yachtsman" asked as they pulled out on to
the airport connector.

   "By boat.  Casey is picking us up at three."

   "How'd the thing go this morning ?"

   "Have no idea.  I dropped him off at the casino in Henderson and got him
a cab; that's the last I saw of him.  I figure `Snake' would be all over my
ass if he didn't go well."

   "That he would, Micky.  If he didn't call you, it went well."

   Forty-five minutes later they pulled into the casino parking lot at Lake
Las Vegas.  The five of them entered the casino and spent half an hour
playing blackjack before heading out to the boat ramp.

   Casey was right on time and they all got aboard with the luggage.  Casey
was laughing and clowning around with Micky.  "Snake" was over joyed that
Micky was going to work some projects for them.  It made "Snake" feel good,
keeping an eye on Micky.  Casey knew that both he and Carlos gave "Snake" a
good report on Mister Tamarack's arrival, very professional.  So "Snake"
was in a good mood and Micky was better than a war hero now.

   The "Hacienda" was coming up on the right.  The Wentworth ladies were
quite vocal in their approval as the boat approached the dock.  These
people had more money than most of the people Ashley knew and "they" all
had money.  "Yachtsman" seemd pretty relaxed as they grabbed all the
luggage and made their way up to the entrance.  The "Hacienda" was very
impressive.  Casey led them to their rooms.

   Micky asked about Willy but Casey said he hadn't seen him since he
dropped him off this morning.  Micky figured the old man was wiped out and
getting some rest.  He was sure someone told him about the party tonight.
He forgot to ask Casey about the suitcases.  "Yachtsman" already had the
blender going behind the bar.

   *****

   I was laying on my back.  Erin was curled up beside me.  Amanda was on
the other double, sleeping.  I looked at my watch.  It was just five
o'clock.  I heard the beat of helicopter blades against the sky.  I had to
will myself calm.  I had to trust them.  Erin rolled away from me.

   I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom.  I was taking a piss
when Erin walked in wearing one of my "T" shirts.  I remembered what a
pervert "Scooter" was and smiled.  Visions of Erin going down on Amanda
while she blew me floated through my consciousness.  Amanda Fisher was one
nasty little girl.

   Erin used the toilet then the two of us got back into bed and talked for
a good hour or so.  Amanda slept and only woke when Erin and I dragged her
into the shower.  While dressing, we could hear the sounds of the party in
the other room.

   I stood at the door to our room.  "Any questions ?" The ladies shook
their heads so I opened the door to the hallway.  The noise of the party
was louder and ramped up again when the door to the bar was opened.

   Micky was at the far end of the bar with "Snake" and saw Willy first. 
He called out, "About time, Tamarack.  I hope you brought lots of weed !"
"Snake" turned to face the other end of the bar.  Willy Tamarack was
staring right at him.  "Snake" immediately recognized him from some
political or maybe church event many years ago.  He was wearing a coat and
tie.  He looked sharp.  So did his women, wearing skirts and blouses.

   The women were fanning out around the room and passing out little
packages, wrapped in Christmas paper, of what "Snake" imagined was some of
his weed.  The women whom "Yachtsman" brought with Jill, Micky's Newport
Beach squeezes, were excited with their presents.  Carlos and Trina Sanchez
were inspecting the wrapped little packages.  So were Rusty and Colleen and
Kent Gilbert.  Casey and his new teenager were estatic with their gifts.

   I stepped right up to "Snake" Edwards and handed him a wrapped package.
"Can't thank you enough, Mister Edwards.  My wife and Amanda are handing
out little party favors to all your guests.  I hope to be able to repay you
as soon as I find a place to live and grow.  It's the best weed grown,
Mister Edwards."

   "You realize..." I interrupted him.

   "I know that Micky spent a lot of green stamps to get you to accept me
here.  I will not come between you and Micky.  I've talked with him about
this issue for a long time now, Mister Edwards.  I just want to grow and
distribute and maybe do a little political agitation for the legalization
of weed."

   "Snake" held up his hand.  "Mister Tamarack, I don't think you could
come between Micky and our enterprise.  He stands to make a lot of money
from investments his father made through our friendship.  Micky and
`Yachtsman' have praised your weed.  I'm looking forward to trying some and
if any of your product becomes available in the future probably buying
some. Would that be possible ?"

   I had produced a pipe and was packing it with some very dank weed.  I
lit the bowl, "Yes, sir, I imagine that's quite possible.  Maybe we could
get together later, at your convience, and talk about some distribution
strageties ?"

   Micky was loud at the other end of the bar.  "Come on, Minter, let's
hear it !" Micky's women were egging Yachtsman on.  Jill was elbowing him.
She loved to tell the story of the event that changed Snake's business
forever more.  Yachtsman looked to Snake for approval.  Snake nodded his
head.

   "Okay, Jill, darling.  Tell'em about the work-up !" Yachtsman was very
high.  So was Jill.  The other's were just as stoned and they'd just had a
hit, maybe two.  Snake found Willy's pipe in his hand.

   "Listen to this tale very carefully, Mister Tamarack." Snake lit up and
took a giant hit.  His elbow hitting the bar was the only thing that saved
him when his knees buckled.  Then his head was up on the ceiling looking
down on the crowd.  Tamarack was standing there looking up at him.  Jill
and "Yachtsman" were well into the story of that stormy night years ago.

   Now Snake was standing next to Tamarack.  Tamarack was speaking, "That's
one hit of the best shit I've ever grown, Snake.  It's going to make you so
horny that you're gonna want to fuck the shit out of all the ladies here.
And please call me Willy."

   Snake looked over at Tamarack and swore that he was floating about a
foot off the ground.  He was starting to get a hardon.  He looked over at
Carlos.  Carlos was laughing with Trina and Colleen.  Snake had no idea
what they were laughing about.  Casey was doing the same with his latest
teenage flame and that young lady who was with Tamarack.  Yachtsman and
Jill were almost to the end of their story.  The party was raging all
around him yet he was spiralling out of control.  Snake started laughing.

   "Listen to me, Snake.  Just to make sure that Micky covered all the
bases." The two of us were staring at each other.  "A couple of months ago,
a whole bunch of Mexicans raided my farms in Sinaloa and ripped off three
tons of very good weed.  They ran my Mexican wife and son out of Mazatlan
and eventually gunned them down in Salt Lake City.  They shot and killed my
buddy, `Scooter' Fisher, right here in Henderson and are after my wife.  I
intend on ending this in my favor, Snake, and Micky is going to help me do
it.  But I promise you, I won't do a thing while under your protection. 
Capice !?"

   The thought exploded in Snake's head.  They had greatly under-estimated
Willy Tamarack.  He was thinking that he'd have to talk with Carlos and
keep an eye on this loose cannon.  Colleen Gilbert had wandered down to the
end of the bar.  Willy said something to her.  She started laughing.  So
did Willy Tamarack.  He had his arm around Colleen's waist and off they
went.  Snake was anchored at the end of the bar, next to Tamarack's wife,
just stoned as shit.

   Carlos was sitting at the far end of the couch.  He noticed Snake just
staring off into space at the end of the bar.  Carlos started laughing.  He
had a monster hardon in his slacks and Trina had noticed it while getting
drinks from the bar.  She was coming across the room toward him when she
was intercepted by Tamarack and Colleen.

   I approached the Hispanic woman and introduced myself in Spanish.  I
kept Carlos in my view at all times and my arm around the Gilbert woman. 
Her daughter was across the room, a hot looking slut.  I was sure the
daughter had fucked everyone here.

   Erin was standing back with Snake, keeping an eye on the crowd.  Amanda
was flirting with Casey.  I kept the Spanish coming and could tell Trina
enjoyed speaking her native language.  I was interested in her TV news
credentials.  I was also scopping out the lady's tits.  They were huge
mellons of breast meat.  I packed my pipe with the ultimate and gave both
the Gilbert woman and Trina Sanchez a good hit.

   I left the women and hit the bar, cozying up to Kent Gilbert and Rusty
Wilson.  Colleen Gilbert's daughter was with them.  In just a little while
this place was going to pair up and become a ghost town.  Trina was sitting
in Carlos' lap and the Gilbert woman was trying to hit on Micky but Ashley
and Adell were keeping Micky occupied.  I laughed and headed back to the
far end of the bar.

   "And how's the host doing, Erin ?" I asked.  Erin Tamarack laughed.

   "He's having a hard time trying to decide." I looked at Snake's crotch
and found him with a nice woody.

   "Snake, how's the weed ?" I snapped my fingers a couple of times at my
side.  He snapped out of it.

   "This is super shit right, Tamarack !?" Erin and I laughed and I offered
Snake another hit.  Amanda was crossing the room.  Casey and his teenager
were climbing the stairs.  Kent Gilbert was disappearing into the hall with
his wife, for a change.  Yachtsman had already left with Jill.  The story
of that stormy night, long ago, was over.

   "Like I said, Snake, this is the real good shit.  Off the chart on THC,
like I can't remember the percent, man, but off the chart." I was studying
Snake.  He was stoned as shit but still keeping track of the mix.  Carlos
was on the way upstairs with Trina.  It was well before midnight.

   Micky Rincon was moving his women to this end of the bar.  Four women,
three guys.  "Snake, I told you it was good shit !" Micky started laughing.
Willy had gotten him this stoned many times at his cabin that summer. 
Snake had this dumb look on his face and was just staring at the women.

   Chapter Forty-two

   "Micky, please escort the ladies to their rooms." Micky took the que and
the five of them left the bar.  I jumped up on a bar stool.  There was a
bottle of Jack Daniels at Snake's elbow.  I slid off the stool and went to
the refrigerator for some ice then poured a healthy slug of Jack into a
glass.  I stayed on that side of the bar and sipped my drink.

   "So, really Snake, how's the weed ?"

   The only thing going through Snake's mind was all the pussy he was
missing out on.  Micky just left with four.  He would probably fuck them
all.  "Probably" had nothing to do with it.  Weed kept coming back to him.
The word "weed." It crowded out all the pussy he was thinking about.  Two
hits and he was more stoned than he'd ever been.  And...And...He had a
hardon that wouldn't go away !  Fuck !  This was some powerful weed !

   "You can really grow this ?" It finally came after what seemed like
minutes of concentration.  I was topping off his glass with a couple of
cubes of ice and a healthy slug of Jack.  Snake took a drink.  Another
question popped into his mind.  "Yachtsman told me you identified his stuff
as coming from British Columbia.  True ?"

   "Yea...Don't get me wrong here, Snake, it's good shit !  But mine is
better.  The B.C.  stuff is grown outdoors and harder to control.  The
stuff Micky turned me on to was as good as outdoors gets.  My hats off to
the grower.  But my fields in Sinaloa were twice as potent.  I used a lot
of chemicals I used indoors that I'm sure your farmer doesn't use.  I'd
like to go up and visit if that's possible ?"

   Snake hesitated before getting up.  This was crazy but he walked toward
the stairs.  "Come on, Willy.  Let's go talk with my grower." We went up
the skinny stair case and down the skinny hallway to Snake's office.  Snake
went right to the bar and offered me a drink.

   "Coke." I called back.  Snake laughed.

   "I've got that, too.  But why ruin the buzz of your weed." Snake was
dialing a number.  "You gonna be here through new years, right ?"

   I torched up my pipe and took a hit, nodding my head up and down.  Snake
was smiling.  "We'll really party then, Willy.  Have Carlos bring some of
his ladies out.  Does that lady, Micky's with, party ?"

   I took another hit off the pipe and offered it across the bar.  Snake
exchanged it for a can of coke.  I answered, "Yea, she was pretty hot the
other night with Yachtsman and Jill."

   "Yachtsman fuck her !?" Snake was taking a hit off the pipe waiting for
an answer.

   "Pope a catholic." I answered as Snake started talking to Jay Richards.

   "Jay...What the fuck took you so long to answer ?" Snake started
laughing.  "Yea, we had a party here, too.  We smoked some different weed
and it's better than yours.  Guy even identified yours as B.C.  stuff. 
Want your ass down here as soon as you can get here." Snake listened for a
few moments.  "Just get your ass down here.  I don't care how hard it is.
Here talk with this guy." Snake held the phone out to Willy.

   *****

   Trina Sanchez was astride Carlos' hips with his cock deep in her belly.
Her ass was resting on his thighs, sweat rollng down from under her arms,
from under her breasts.  Her breasts were still swaying back and forth. 
Carlos looked up at her.  She was still squeezing him.  He thrust up into
her.  His hardon was not going soft.

   Trina rotated her hips around in little circles and realized that Carlos
was still hard.  She leaned forward and pushed her legs up under her.  She
could feel him, slick with their cum.  Her dark hair was plastered to her
forehead as she started to thrust her cunt on and off the very large dick
that was buried in her.

   Carlos just lay there amazed that his cock was hard as steel after
blowing a huge load in Trina's cunt.  He watched her pendulos breasts sway
back and forth as she labored above him.  Her areolae were dark and
excited, nipples erect.  He reached up and started pinching them.  She
fucked him harder...Faster.

   *****

   Kent Gilbert had Colleen on her knees and was driving his cock in and
out of his wife like a sprinter.  She'd blown him the first time around,
couldn't keep her hands off his cock and balls.  One of the best blow jobs
he'd had in a while.  He spread his wife's butt cheeks apart and watched
her asshole wrinkle up as he drove his cock in and out of her.

   He often wondered how many times his wife took it in the ass ?  She'd
only let him do it when she was really fucked up on coke or real drunk.  He
knew that for sure.  Now, he knew her daughter took it up the ass all the
time and Kent had often led the charge.

   He reamed his finger into his wife's rectum.  Her head came up and she
wiggled her ass back at him.  Kent started to ream his finger around in
Colleen's butthole.  It was more than ready to get filled.  His cock was
like steel.  He ripped it out of her, slick with cunt butter.  Re-aimed for
her asshole and in it went.

   "Oooh !  Oooooohhh !" Kent pushed more cock into his wife's ass.  She
was starting to push back at him.  He grabbed her hips and filled her butt.
Another long moan.  When he started fucking her, she started chanting
anything and nothing.  Her anus felt like it was grasping his dick in her
butthole.  Kent shoved it in and yanked it out of her, repeatedly.

   He fucked her to her belly and continued to assualt her anus until the
head of his dick exploded inside his wife's asshole.  He was still hard
when he came to rest on top of her, his cock still buried in her rectum. 
He finally rolled off of his wife, his cock still hard and very warm to the
touch.

   Colleen Gilbert rolled over.  Her ass felt like Carlos had pushed his
cock into her.  It felt huge.  How long has it been since Snake fucked her
in the ass ?  She couldn't remember.  She was still horny and climbed over
her husband's prostate form.  She guided his dick into her and sat right
down on him, filling her cunt with hard cock.  His eyes came open.

   Kent could hardly focus.  His wife was starting to bounce up and down on
his dick.  It was like he was watching a movie.  Her nice tits were
bouncing enticingly, nipples erect.  He grabbed her hips and tried to buck
up into her but couldn't match her energy.  It was a long while before she
was through with him.  She felt like she'd been taken by several men.  She
lay next to her husband and slept.

   *****

   Erin Tamarack closed the door and slipped out of her clothes.  Micky
Rincon had enough with three.  Willy was right, Amanda Fisher was a nasty
girl.  When Erin left Rincon's room, it was a haze of marijuana smoke. 
Ashley's daughter already had her tits out and Amanda was sucking on one of
them.  Micky was just watching, just like Willy would be.

   Erin would sleep well tonight.  She felt safe with Willy around.  It
didn't matter where they were; from Russia where they were running around
with all that dope and those young teenagers to the asault on the fortress
in the desert then parachuting into Mexico.  It didn't matter.  Erin
Tamarack had done all of it with Willy.  She closed her eyes.  He'd be back
soon.  Snake would eventually crash.  But not before Willy Tamarack had
worked his magic on him.

   *****

   Carlos heard the voices.  They were out in the hall.  His cock had
finally grown soft.  He rolled out of bed and slipped on his briefs.  He
was listening at his door.  The voices were louder.  He opened the door. 
The hallway was full of the aroma of marijuana.  Tamarack and Snake were
talking about something.  Snake finally noticed him.

   "Hey !  Carlos, how's the weed ?  Tamarack tells me you probably fucked
that TV woman three or four times.  Is he right ?"

   Tamarack was approaching him, holding a pipe out to him.  He let
Tamarack light the bowl before he answered.  "Three but one was a blow
job." Snake started laughing.  So did Tamarack.  Carlos joined them.

   "Let's party New Years Eve.  Jay's coming down to talk with Tamarack,
smoke his weed.  Bring some party girls.  We'll get Yachtsman to stay and
Micky with his high society ladies.  A real orgy, Carlos."

   Carlos was stoned again on just one hit.  He was still wondering how his
boner lasted for over an hour ?  To see Snake treating this guy like a
trusted associate in such a short time was raising red flags and giving
Carlos uncomfortable thoughts.  He'd have to keep his eyes and ears open.

   "Hey !  Carlos, we're going down stairs to have some breakfast.  Come
join us." Snake called to him as they moved by him and toward the stairs.
Carlos watched them from his doorway.  It was three a.m.  Carlos went back
to bed with Trina.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Two
   "Setting a Course" 

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