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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - The Six Peas
Part: 18 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 !  Willy briefs all the
participants and gets their cooperation for "D" Day !

   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

   The Six Peas

   (M+F+ oral anal)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Fifty-two

   I was driving down off Sunrise Mountain.  The Mercado was off to the
north about three blocks.  Micky Rincon and I were on the way to the
sniper's nest which was on the roof of a five story apartment building
about half a mile west of the shopping center.  We had just left Gary
Cahill's home up on Sunrise Mountain.  I introduced Micky to Wanda Cahill
and she gave us a garage door opener which would allow us to access their
garage.

   You'll remember Gary and Wanda Cahill from "Shack, Lead !" and a whole
bunch of the "Stories." As usual, Gary was off flying.  I seriously thought
of hanging out for a while and watching Micky fuck the shit out of Wanda
Cahill.  She was still one hot lady and was probably pushing fifty-five or
so.  Great tits !  But we had work to do.

   I drove right down into the apartment building's underground parking
area.  I informed Micky that apartment 324 was vacant and that's where he
should park.  We parked in the space for 324 and dressed in a pair of
overalls with some bull shit logo on the back.  Then we walked up the
stairs to the roof with our tool kits.  It was flat and tar paper covered.
We dropped to our knees and moved to the east edge.

   There was a foot and a half high wall that ringed the roof.  Red tiles
covered the top of the wall.  I could see the three table outdoor cafe
easily a little under a half mile away.  I opened my tool kit and brought
out the scope.  The rifle barrel was next followed by the stock.  Micky was
busy putting them together while taking in the surroundings.  I was looking
through the scope.  It made the cafe appear to be twenty or thirty feet
away.

   The rifle was assembled so I handed Micky the scope.  He screwed it on
and alligned the sight a little before putting it to his eye and training
it on the cafe.  He tried several different positions and finally settled
on sitting with the barrel supported by the wall.

   "Well, we on here or not ?" I was impatient.  Micky put the rifle down
and began taking it apart.  He looked over at me.

   "How many ?" He asked for the third or forth time.

   "At least two and possibly three or four." I answered.

   "Yea...We're on, Willy.  They're dead men, buddy." Micky had the rifle
back in the tool kit.  I smiled.  We were down stairs and out of the
parking lot in under five minutes.

   *****

   They were all union construction types.  Snake recommended them, saying
they were very discrete.  There were four of them and they were quick about
their work.  The pile driver drove the eight poles into the lake bottom and
the foot path was attached in no time.  They arrived a little after six and
were out of here by noon.  The dock looked great and extended out into the
water for about twenty feet.  It looked like it was from a time gone by,
when the owner was a little better off.

   We drove into Henderson that afternoon and bought more supplies.  There
were now two refrigerators and two freezers in the garage so we added more
insulation to the garage door.  The west wall was going to be a problem
during the summer so I added another swamp cooler to the roof and piped the
cooler air into the garage.

   On the way out of town we picked up the jeep and sail boat.  We were
going through money like drunken sailors.  But after the action at the
Mercado we'd be hold up at our Villa until well after the first harvest was
ready to sell.  And that'll bring in some coin !

   The sail boat was fourteen feet and just about perfect for a little
fishing and catting around on Lake Las Vegas.  We could even sail to the
casino for dinner.  It was towed easily by the jeep as I followed the Camry
out to our Villa.

   The girls unloaded the car and then parked it under a crude tunnel we
burrowed into some of the vegitation growing to the east of the house. 
There was a vacant lot next door and our nearest neighbor lived on the
other side of the vacant lot.  His view was about thirty degrees further
southeast than ours, so using it as an observation post without attracting
a lot of attention was impossible.

   The Camry was parked about fifty feet from the front door.  The boat fit
easily into the garage, leaving plenty of room for the jeep.  Now I was
backing the boat to the beach.  It was easy to maneuver to the water line
and I soon had it tied up to the crude dock sticking up out of the water
about fifteen feet out.  Water depth, where the boat was tied up, was about
four feet, plenty deep.

   It took me twenty minutes to rig the sails.  I left the jeep and boat
trailer down by the dock and then walked back up to the house.  The girls
were in the kitchen.  It was close to dinner time.  I picked out a phone
from the array on the dinning table and dialed his number.

   He picked up on the third ring.  "Yea." He couldn't have any idea who it
was as I was using one of my pre-paid phones.

   "Willy here.  You ever do any sailing ?"

   "Only with Yachtsman."

   "I'll have to take you sometime.  It's the kind of thing you'd like. 
Thought I'd drop by tonight and brief you on my plans.  You busy ?"

   "No."

   "Meet you at the dock.  I'll give you a heads up about five out." The
phone went dead.  I closed it up.

   "You sure you can handle this ?  It's almost dark out, Willy." Erin
asked.

   "Yea, no sweat.  This will be nothing like sailing from county line down
to Newport.  Ten minutes max and it'll still be light when I get there."

   "You coming home tonight ?" Erin again.

   "Yea.  That's going to be a little tougher, I think.  But I've got the
flash light." It was a big mother fucker, too !

   *****

   Snake was standing on the grass out by the pool.  The sail boat was
heading just about due west and really moving out.  Willy was hanging over
one side while the boat was up on it's other side almost.  Snake figured he
was doing eight, ten knots.  The boat wasn't but a couple of hundred feet
off shore as it zipped by and then Willy came about and the sails fluttered
in the wind as he coasted toward the dock.

   I moved forward and slung my backpack over my shoulder.  The dock was
coming up slowly, the wind very strong in my face.  I could see Snake up by
the pool.  I waved.

   I tied up front and back then ran up the hill to greet Snake.  "That
looked rather professional, Willy." He was shaking my hand.

   "Lucky, Snake.  Better lucky than good any time.  Let's go into the
bar."

   Snake was pouring a slug of Jack into a glass of ice.  I asked if Carlos
was around ?  Snake informed me he'd already left for the night.  I told
him that Micky should be back in Newport Beach with Ashley and her daughter
and friend, mentioning that I asked Micky not to call until I had a chance
to talk with him.  I then informed him that the farm was coming along fine
and seedlings would be planted in a couple of weeks or so.  We smoked and
drank while we talked.....

   .....The laptop was on the bar and open.  The Google map of the shopping
center was displayed.  "You say Micky has the weapon and is sighting it in
while he's in California ?"

   "Yea, he gets here late the afternoon before and is staying with a
freind of mine up on Sunrise.  The apartment building is just five miles
away.  Took us four minutes to get downstairs and we were out on the street
in four forty-five.  Micky disappears to SoCal.  You won't see me until
after harvest time."

   I took a good slug of Jack.  Snake was staring at me.  "So what do you
need from me, Willy ?"

   "I'd like to get some of Carlos' people to party with some federal
agents the night before it all goes down.  I'd like to deal directly with
Carlos on this if it's okay with you.  As I told Micky, this is a three
part plan.  The night before these agents get fucked up and hopefully
fucked.  They're gonna get a call about fifteen minutes before the action
goes down.  Should put them there in time to clean up the mess.  The final
part is mis-information for the press.  Again I'll need Carlos' help,
really Trina's."

   Chapter Fifty-three

   Micky Rincon was below decks with Mike Minter and Jill Olson.  The
galley was a haze of marijuana smoke.  The two of them started smoking weed
before Micky got off the phone with Snake.  The "Viper" was rocking a
little.

   "Well, you glad you told him all of it ?" Yachtsman asked.  Jill was up
and rummaging around in the refrigerator.  Micky was taking a drag off the
pipe.

   "Oh !  Fuck yea !  He tells me Willy was over last night and briefed
him. Saved my ass, telling him.  And he knew it.  Thanks for the advice,
Mike." Yachtsman nodded his head.  "So he tells me Carlos is going over to
Tamarack's place tonight to get briefed.  I wonder how that's going to go
down ?  I know Carlos doesn't exactly trust the old man, thinks he's
muscling in.  He asked me dozens of questions about Tamarack New Year's
Eve."

   "Tamarack can take care of himself.  You stay out of it and just
concentrate on backing up the old man.  You sure you can handle the range
and the number of guys ?" Mike asked.

   "Sure.  The shots are relatively easy.  Fuck !  The old man has even
plotted the winds from some grammar school that's just north of the
shopping center.  So yea, I'm pretty confident.  I also feel comfortable
about the escape plan.  I'm on board a hundred and ten percent and three
days ago I thought this was fucking crazy.  The money is good and I know
the old man is good for it."

   "So what does Miss Ashley say about all this ?" Jill asked as she popped
the top of a Budweiser.  Yachtsman laughed.  So did Micky.

   "She doesn't know shit.  Doesn't even know I'm leaving town yet.  And
those things I'm doing for Snake !  Fuck !  I'm not sure how I'm gonna pull
off living up there for long periods of time which is what you have to do.
You gotta be around to get in their panties !" The three of them started
laughing.

   *****

   Anderson Davies was glancing at the woman across the bar.  A blonde. 
It's been a while since he'd fucked a blonde.  He glanced at his partner
Mindy Weathers, who was flirting with Wayne Montana.  This whole operation
was turning into a big bust.  Surveillance at the shopping center had
yeilded nothing.  Any of these people could be working for the cartels. 
There was no way to tell and the three of them couldn't wander around and
gather any meaningful intelligence.  They'd stick out like sore thumbs !

   The bartender had seen these three every night for a week.  All three
heavy drinkers.  The lady was hot looking, probably forty something.  The
guys older.  He called the number the old man left him.  It was answered on
the fourth ring.

   "Yea ?" It sounded like a young girl.

   "They're here again.  That makes it every night this week."

   "I know.  The old man sends his thanks and says it'd be a good idea if
you forgot this number.  Erase it from your phone is what he says he'd do.
He'll see you in a couple of days to express his gratitude in person." The
phone went dead.  One of them was signaling for another round.

   "So what now, Wayne ?  The shopping center is a bust.  We're going to
have to drop the surveillance.  Where does that leave us ?  This Tamarack
could show up any where." Mindy was doing the talking.  The drinks were
coming.  Wayne remained silent.  The bartender moved to the other end of
the bar.

   "We wait.  He's out there.  The shopping center is probably a ruse. 
This guy is the craziest fuck you've ever met.  So cancel the surveillance.
Has there been anything interesting from the Hooters ?"

   Anderson took a swallow of his drink before answering.  "Their phones
were turned off New Year's Eve for a little over twenty-four hours but
around here that can't be considered unusual." The three of them had drank
themselves into oblivion that evening.

   "Let's face it, we're fucked until something breaks." It was Mindy again
and she had her hand on Wayne's thigh.  She was horny.  Anderson had seen
this happen before with his partner and was getting excited about Mindy
making a move on the guy.  The woman loved cock.  Wayne was ordering
another round.

   "He'll show.  Don't worry about that.  You said he mentioned my name. 
He's making sure I'm out here.  Something is going to happen.  We just have
to sit tight and be alert." This woman was starting to give him a hardon.
He wished he could get her alone and fuck her brains out.

   *****

   It was dusk and Carlos was traveling along the lakeside road at less
than twenty miles an hour looking for the turn off.  There it was.  Very
close to the milage they had given him on the phone.  He'd called them when
he passed the casino coming to the north side of the lake as instructed.

   Carlos was bouncing along the road.  It was like the fucker had the road
unimproved on purpose.  There was a bend in the road and the ride smoothed
out.  The teenager was ahead of him and had a flashlight in her hand.  She
was marshalling him over toward some bushes with a large overhang held up
off the ground by long poles.  The vegitation scraped along the roof of
Carlos' vehicle.

   The girl was waiting for him.  He got out of the vehicle and moved
toward her.  She was holding out her hand.  He shook it.  "Amanda Fisher,
Mister Santiago.  We've really never met properly.  Welcome.  Willy and
Erin are waiting for you inside."

   Carlos noticed the dark blue Camry parked in this strange garage cut
into the vegitation east of the structure.  "Why not use the real garage ?"

   "The boat and jeep are in the garage.  We don't want to attract
attention with vehicles coming and going, parking all over the clear area
around the house.  Makes it harder for the satellites."

   "Satellites !  You're shittin' me." They were approaching the front
door. It was open and the two of them were waiting for him right inside the
door.  Behind them the drapes were open wide and the lake spread out across
the room.

   "Welcome, Carlos.  Come on in." I backed away from the door.  Erin was
right next to me.

   "Might as well begin right here.  The garage is out through the door
right over there.  Got a sail boat and jeep parked in there.  As you can
see this is mostly kitchen, storage and eating area on this level." There
were boxes piled on top of boxes, from the floor to the ceiling in most
places.  A table and four chairs.  There was a cold cuts and cheese plate
on the table along with a six pack of coke.  There wasn't a lot of area to
move around in, hardly enough for four grown people.  But the view was
spectacular, especially at sunset.

   I moved around Carlos, who was now just into the kitchen area.  I closed
the front door.  Amanda was already at the other end of the furniture
piece. I pulled, she pushed and the trap door became visible.  Amanda
pulled up the rope handle and the door came up.  She started down the
ladder and disappeared from sight.

   "The farms are down stairs, Carlos.  Meet you down there." I started
down the ladder and heard Erin tell him to wait a moment.  Amanda was at
the end of the short hallway toward the grow rooms.  I was standing in the
bathroom.  Carlos looked at both of us when he got to the lower level.

   "Open the grow room, Amanda." She did and disappeared inside.  Carlos
followed her.  She was steping over the pipe supports and irrigation pipes.
The trays ran the full length of the far wall, the lights just a few inches
above them.  The tin foil curtain kept most of the light inside but it
seeped out between the light frame and the foil.

   "Show him, Amanda." She crouched down and pulled the foil aside for a
couple of feet.  Bright light rushed out into the room.  Below the lights
the green seedlings were two, three inches high.  As I started talking,
Amanda closed up the tin foil.

   "About a hundred seedlings.  Take me a while to sex them and then it's
non-stop production.  I've got three rooms down here and two are ready to
go.  Come May you'll be providing some very happy smokers with some really
good weed.  Wanna see the other rooms ?"

   Carlos shook his head.  "How good is this shit going to be ?" He asked.

   I started toward the stairs.  "As good as the stuff that gave you the
raging hardon, Carlos.  This is the only bathroom if you need to go.  Meet
you upstairs."

   Erin had already climbed to the upper level with the cold cuts and
cheese.  Amanda and I pushed the furniture over the trap door.  Carlos had
wandered over to the open doors to the patio.

   "Fuck !  You got a great view here, Tamarack." He looked over at me.  I
smiled.  Amanda was climbing up the spiral staircase to the upper level.  I
waved to him and he followed me upstairs.  The oil lamps were burning on
high and the room was pretty well lit.  Carlos looked around.  Several of
the air mattresses were piled up against the far wall.  The drapes were
open and Carlos went to take in the view.

   "How much you get this place for ?" Carlos called over his shoulder.  I
was taking a drag off a pipe.  Erin answered him.

   "Three seventy-five.  The developer was very motivated because there had
never been an offer on the place.  The bank had him over a barrell.  We
were the lucky ones who profited.  Have a seat, Carlos." There was a
styrofoam cooler at the end of the table on the floor.  Erin continued. 
"Amanda, get Carlos a Carona."

   Chapter Fifty-four

   Carlos was taking a large swig of beer.  He refused a hit off the pipe
but that didn't stop us.  We talked for a while about the additions we'd
made to our villa.  Most of it was security, making sure we could mask the
grow operation.  He was pretty non-commital but that's what I expected.  He
wasn't at all comfortable over on my turf even though I'm sure he was
armed.

   I opened the laptop, brought up the first overhead and started the
briefing.  I asked his opinion on just about every aspect of the plan.  He
mentioned twice that Yachtsman was pretty good at criticing operations. 
Both times I mentioned that too many people already knew about the
operation.  And those two people were Snake and him.  He didn't look
pissed, just grunted.  I knew he agreed with me.

   "Why tell me and Snake, then ?  Snake doesn't own Micky.  He does what
he wants except for a couple of things I think Snake has lined up for him."

   "Because I need your help.  Willing to listen ?"

   "You talk to Snake about this ?" I nodded my head.  "Okay, shoot." He
answered.

   "I would like you to provide me with three very good people to seduce
three federal agents, two males and a female.  These people have to
disappear for a while because the feds may come looking for them later.  I
have a script for them to follow during the evening.  And if any of them
get their agents into bed for the evening it's a one `k' bonus." I took
another hit off the pipe and nodded to Erin.  She brought the sport's bag
out from under the table.  It was full of ten pounds of quality weed with
an ounce of the real good shit for Carlos on top.

   "There's ten pounds of the stuff we smoked on New Year's Eve in the bag.
At sixty an eighth, that's over seventy-five `k'.  I think you'll be making
some bread on this deal.  I also need Trina to drop off a computer disk to
the news room of her T.V.  station.  What do you say, Carlos ?  Can I get
this done with you ?"

   Carlos pulled the bag over and looked into it.  He grabbed the baggie
that was lying on top of the bricks and held it up.  "A little of my very
best for your personal use.  A bribe !?" I said.  He tried to suppress a
smile.

   "When's this going down ?" Carlos asked.

   "Not for a couple of days.  I'd like to take you on a surveillance trip
to ID the agents so there is no doubt when you point your friends at them.
You can drive.  I'll meet you at some bar or whatever, at your convience."

   "When do you talk to the Mexicans ?"

   I lit up the pipe and took a drag before passing it to Amanda. 
"Tomorrow evening.  Should know the big day before nine.  Say I meet you at
the bowling alley at ten.  I'll buy you dinner and then we can go for a
drive."

   Amanda passed the pipe to Carlos and without thinking he took a drag.  A
moment later he thought, "What the fuck !?" All he could think of was what
Snake told him before he left the "Hacienda." And that was that the
teenager gave the best head he'd had in a long while.  He looked over at
her.  She was sitting crossed legged and her camel toe was pressed tight
against the crotch of her shorts.

   After just one hit Carlos felt his cock was starting to get hard.  He
started laughing, so did everyone else.  The pipe came around again. 
Carlos took another large drag off the pipe.  Amanda was up on her hands
and knees, crawling around the table toward Carlos.  Erin was already
trying to suppress laughter.  Carlos was laughing when the teenager got to
him.

   She sat in his lap and started unbuttoning his shirt.  She cooed at him,
"I've heard from several ladies, Carlos, that you have a real big dick. 
You gonna let me see it ?" Both Erin and I started laughing.

   Carlos leaned back and let the teenager open his shirt and then begin to
work on his pants.  His cock was getting painful in his pants.  He looked
up and found Tamarack and his wife just watching him.  They were sharing
the bowl.  Like they were at the movies.  His wife was rubbing his crotch.

   Amanda got Carlos' cock out of his jeans and exclaimed, "Fuck !  This is
huge !  It's a horse cock." She had his cock in one hand, her hand unable
to wrap itself around his girth.  She reached for the pipe with the other.
"Erin, look at this monster." The teenager was taking a drag off the pipe
and jacking off Carlos with her other hand.

   Carlos' cock was growing bigger with every stroke of the girl's hand. 
He wiggled his jeans down to his ankles.  Tamarack's wife was crawling
around the other end of the table and began pulling his boots off.  She
stripped off her top before pulling off his jeans, her tits bouncing around
as she did so.  The teenager was standing now and stripping off her
clothes.

   Erin had seen bigger but not many.  And that was years ago.  One of
Willy's other wives, Carol loved big, black cock.  Well, it didn't have to
be black.  Big cock is what Carol craved.  Erin always wondered how Willy
ended up with her ?  The three of them went through a lot of pussy and cock
back then.  It didn't appear that it was going to be any different now. 
Willy brought that out in her, being a slut.  She knew he'd watch for a
while and then fuck the shit out of one of them.

   Tamarack's wife had a nice body for an old lady.  Much better than some
of the hags he was servicing in town.  Carlos leaned forward and pulled the
wife's head to his cock.  She gobbled up his cock head, her hand stroking
his shaft.  Carlos wondered if Snake had ever fucked the wife ?  The
teenager was pulling his shirt off.

   I watched from across the table.  Carlos wasn't going any where soon. 
"Hey, Carlos..." I whispered.  "Anyone you gotta call ?" Erin was taking
quite a bit of his cock with each stroke now and Amanda was crading his
balls with her hand.  I mimiced a phone with my hand then laughed.

   Amanda took over on Carlos when Erin got up to get out of the rest of
her clothes.  God !  What a cock !  Scooter would never allow her to have
such a nice big, black cock.  She crammed as much meat in her mouth as she
could and then ran her tongue up under the head of his cock.  She felt him
jerk.  She pulled her face out of his groin.  She was breathless.

   "Stand up, Carlos." Erin commanded.  She was nude with her hands on her
hips, a dark thatch of short hair on her lower stomach.  Her breasts were
lemon size with prominent, dark areolae and nipples.  They were erect. 
Carlos struggled to his feet.  She grabbed his cock.  "Look !  I can suck
him standing up." She bent and started sucking.  Amanda was crawling behind
him.  she had her face pressed into Carlos' ass, her tongue seeking that
magic spot.

   I was up off the floor and pulling the table across the room.  I
stripped off my clothes then grabbed a couple of mattresses.  Carlos was
still standing between the two women, one sucking on his cock, the other
reaming her tongue into his asshole.  I could see that Erin was getting to
him.

   "Give it a rest, Erin." Her head came off his cock.  It was slick with
saliva, dripping, in fact.  She sat at his feet after I slid a mattress
across the room.  "A little toke for the job I need you to do for me. 
Yea...Yea...The weed also.  So fuck the shit out of them, Carlos.  I hear
you missed out on a real hot mother daughter team New Year's Eve."

   Erin was pulling on his cock and he followed to his knees but not before
his eyebrows arched up.  I laughed as the two of them took turns.  One was
sucking his cock while the other was licking the left over shaft or his
balls.  Carlos leaned back against the wall behind him.  Snake wasn't
kidding about the teenager but did he know about the wife ?  As good or
better than the kid.....

   .....Carlos was behind the teenager with his cock crammed into her
asshole.  God !  It was streached wide.  The wife was spreading her tight,
tiny butt cheeks apart.  The little bitch was hairless.  He was driving it
in and out of her.  She was screaming in front of him.  The wife was
between his legs, licking on his dangling balls as he pounded the hairless
asshole between the teenager's butt cheeks.

   The end came swiftly when the wife slid a finger up his ass.  The
teenager's anus tightened up on him and then the wife started finger
fucking his asshole.  He started pumping cum into the teenager's bowels to
the same cadence as the wife's finger sliding in and out of his butt.  He
slowly pushed the teenager away from him.  Tamarack was lying on his side
across the room.

   "Having a good time ?" He asked.  His wife was drinking out of a coke
can, still naked.  The teenager was still on her belly on the air mattress.
Carlos could see cum rolling out of her anus.

   "I wish I got toked like this all the time." Carlos reached for a coke.
"You got any real coke out here ?" Amanda looked back.  Erin was taking a
swig and shaking her head back and forth.

   "That's against the law, Carlos." I took a hit off the pipe.  They all
laughed.

   *****

   The resturant at the bowling alley was hardly crowded the following
evening.  I entered and found Carlos with no trouble.  I waved.  He was
already ordering.  I hurried to catch up.  Everybody does eggs, right !? 
Most places, here in 'Vegas, do it all day long.

   "Glad you dropped by last night.  The girls and I had a great time." The
waitress had just left.  Carlos leaned across the table.

   "Did you talk to our friends ?" He whispered.

   "Tuesday.  The agents got to be occupied next Monday night." He leaned
back.

   "Okay.  Consider it done.  Your stuff is flying out of the store.  I
imagine you have more supply.  I'd like more and I'll pay half retail.  An
eighth is going for a hundred on the Strip."

   I looked up at the ceiling and did a little math.  Perry's got a little
more than four hundred pounds.  That's over two point five !  As in
"million." Just our share !  Well, we'd be out of weed but maybe I could
talk him out of a little.  I'm sure he'd love to see a million or so drop
out of the sky.

   "I'll try to scrounge some up.  How's Jay's stuff doing ?"

   "Like yours, all gone.  Before New Years." Our meal was coming.....

   .....It was much later.  We were parked down the way from the casino. 
The agents car was parked just short of us by a couple of cars and a row in
front of us.  I was telling Carlos, "My source says they leave every night
about this time." Carlos had my night vision goggles in his lap.

   "There they are.  Three of them.  Wayne Montana is the one on the left.
The woman, Mindy Weathers and her side kick, Anderson Davies." Carlos had
the goggles to his eyes and was watching them walk to their car.

   "She's hot looking.  I'd like to give her some bone." Carlos observed.

   "Couldn't agree with you more.  I'll try to set it up." I answered.

   "Fuck you, Tamarack.  You're nuts." I smiled.

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   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Ninteen
   "`D' Day" 

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