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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - `D' Day
Part: 19 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 !  And is kicking ass
and taking names.  Willy's plan works to a "T" and finds the three of them
hiding out at a friends while the story plays out on T.V.

   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

   `D' Day

   (M+F+ MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Fifty-five

   Micky Rincon left Newport Beach around one and was now driving up
Sunrise Mountain.  The sun was setting and it was very colorful.  He could
see it in his rear view mirror.  He pulled the phone out of the glove
compartment and dialed the number.  It was ringing when he turned down the
street.  The woman answered on the first ring.

   "Hi !  It's coming up." She said.  Micky said "Thanks" before he saw the
garage door coming up three houses away.  He drove right into the garage
and saw her standing in the doorway to the house.  The Mustang came to a
stop.  He turned off the motor and immediately heard the garage door coming
down.  The garage got dark except for the doorway.

   Wanda Cahill backed into the kitchen.  He was a very good looking, young
man, in deed.  The first thing she noticed when Willy introduced her. 
Heart stopping almost.  While she had no idea what he was doing for Willy
tomorrow; she was sure it was going to be in the news.  Willy told her to
expect him and Erin plus a young lady about half past ten tomorrow
morning...For the day, possibly two.  It depended, he said.

   She remembered years ago when Gary helped him by droping off some
background papers to the local media the night before those explosions out
in the desert.  They printed and reported some of it word for word.  Wanda
considered that more impressive than the mansion burning in the desert for
almost four days.  There was no doubt in her mind that she'd be watching a
lot of T.V.  in the days to come.

   Micky dropped his bag in the guest room down the hall before coming back
to the kitchen.  She was by the stove, cooking.  She was a nice looking
lady.  Late fifties easy.  She turned.

   "We're eating at six-thirty.  I've got filet medaleons, salad, brocolli.
Okay with you ?  Oh !  Yea !  And you can have two drinks.  Want them now
or later ?" She asked.

   "The filets sound great.  Where's the Jack ?"

   "In the dinning room.  In one of those rolling bars.  Can't miss it."
She was pointing toward the door across the room.  Micky moved in that
direction and called back to her.

   "What else did he tell you ?"

   When Micky walked back into the kitchen she was facing him.  Her robe
was open and her impressive breasts were proudly displayed, high on her
chest.  Dark areola, erect nipples, a deep indentation for a navel and a
luxurious, dark bush covering her lower stomach.  Micky stopped and took a
gulp of Jack before she spoke.

   "He told me to make sure you had a restfull night's sleep." She turned
back toward the stove.  "You want to eat now ?"

   Micky grabbed his cock.  Ashley and company had done a pretty good job
on him last night but he could feel the thrill of a new woman creep into
his groin.  He moved right up behind her.  The robe was still open, her
pendoulous breasts sagging only slightly.  He reached around her and took
them in his hands.  They were heavy.  He flicked her nipples with his
thumbs.

   "I hope you have some whip cream." He whispered.  She backed her butt
into his crotch and wiggled it around.

   "I might be able to find some...For desert.  You want to work up an
appetite first ?"

   "Yea." Micky was opening his jeans.  That fucking Willy !

   *****

   The three of them were loud when they entered the local casino and
headed right to the bar.  A very attractive man and two very good looking
women.  The women were definetly hot !  Both of them blonde and stacked,
their curls and boobs bouncing up and down as they walked.  Well, the guy
was blonde, too, but had short hair.  They were tanned, well dressed and
looked like they just got into town from California.

   The man ordered expensive drinks for all.  Both of the women had their
arms around him.  When the drinks came they toasted, celebrating some
favorable endeavor, no doubt.

   The agents were two drinks into their evening and that didn't count the
drinks they had earlier at dinner.  Anderson was watching the group. 
Younger than they were by a good bunch, even Mindy would be too old for
this crowd.  They were only two seats down from him.  He could catch a word
or two every so often.  Mindy was still flirting with Wayne at every
opportunity.  Promotion here was so political.  Well, you had to have a
couple of good cases prosecuted.  He was still pissed they missed those
fuckers back in California.  That would have been a career maker.

   Mindy was looking over at the younger people.  They were toasting again.
She called across to them, "What're you celebrating ?" The three of them
turned toward the agents.

   "Made a big deal on the west coast just yesterday.  And it all started
right here." The man called back.

   "Oooooooooou !" Mindy cooed at them.  "That sounds mysterious." Wayne
was ordering another round.

   "No !  Let me." The blonde man called.  "Bartender, drinks for my
friends.  Put them on my tab...For the rest of the night.  Another toast !"

   The agents were quick to raise their glasses.  Quickly the blondes moved
down to where the agents were drinking.  The blonde man found an open booth
and the six of them crammed themselves into it twenty minutes later.

   The blondes carried the conversation.  "Where you come from ?" "We're
from California." "You guys live in 'Vegas ?" They were really in
Henderson, a long way from the Strip but then the Strip's not in 'Vegas
either.  The agents went through two rounds before the conversation came
back to the reason for the celebration.

   The blondes looked back and forth at each other for a few moments before
the guy says, "You guys aren't cops, are you ?"

   Mindy snuggled up to him, making sure she rubbed her large right breast
into his arm.  "Do I look like a cop ?" The men all laughed and the blondes
joined in a few moments later.  Mindy kept her breast pushed against the
blonde man's arm, her hand dropped into his lap.

   The blonde guy, whose name was Oscar, was already counting the bonus. 
He leaned forward and told them about the old hippie guy they met in this
very bar last weekend.  Even Mindy had a hard time concealing her interest.
All three agents looked tight.  Another round was coming.  Oscar stopped
his story.  The blonde women had paired up with the male agents and had
their hands in said laps.

   "So he tells us after a night of partying at some hotel up on Boulder
Highway that he needs to move some weight to SoCal.  To a friend, he says.
About a hundred pounds.  I mean we don't know this guy from Adam." The
blonde women start laughing.  One of them squealing out, "You only fucked
his daughter, Oscar." Now they were all laughing.

   "So we're back in town tonight because he's meeting us tomorrow night at
this place out on Sunset.  Told us to get a room there.  He's meeting us in
the sport's book.  I'm sure he wants us to carry a load back to L.A." The
blonde drained his glass.  "Hey !  We got a suite.  Wanna come party with
us ?"

   Mindy was wildly turned on, her breasts swollen with desire.  What a
turn of luck !  They were going to party with Tamarack's friends and then
get to bust him tomorrow night.  Her hand was firmly grasping Oscar's very
nice cock.  She was excited and was sure Anderson would love to fuck both
of the blonde bimbos.  Both of them had very large breasts.  Mindy wanted
to watch them naked, getting fucked.  She'd forgotten about Wayne
Montana.....

   .....They were all naked.  One blonde was sucking a very nice cock on
the agent called Anderson.  Her breasts were small balloon size with large,
tan areolae and nickles for nipples.  Her friend, who was not as well
endowed, was fucking the older agent over on the couch.  He was sitting
back and she was squatting over him, dancing her cunt on and off his turgid
cock.  He had his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down.

   Mindy was also riding but she was doing it in the bedroom of the suite.
The guy's cock was very large.  She figured at least nine inches.  She was
on her feet squatting over his groin.  Oscar's cock was sliding in and out
of her cunt as she bounced on and off it.

   Oscar was on his back.  The woman was astride him and fucking her cunt
on and off his cock like a "Strip" whore.  Her large breasts were pear
shaped and much more than a handfull, her areolae large and prickly,
nipples erect.  They were swaying back and forth as she worked above him.
Her cunt was like a glove working itself on and off his dick.  Shit !  The
bonus was almost his.  He could hear the girls fucking the guys in the
other room.

   One of the men was huffing and puffing as he fucked one of the blonde
bimbos.  The other agent was still getting a blow job, sitting in the arm
chair.  One of them started yelling that he was cuming !  Oscar could
almost feel the money in his hands and he was getting a great piece of ass
to boot !

   Chapter Fifty-six

   Miguel Passeo was sitting in the back of the black Hummer.  His two
trusted lieutenants were sitting in the front of the vehicle.  There were
stolen Nevada plates both front and back with a current registration
sticker on the Hummer.  They were driving south on the ninety-five from
Summerlin.  The phone call had just informed them that the shopping center
was clear.

   Miguel was confident.  He knew the man on sight.  Had been out to his
farms and watched his operation.  Had been one of several who approved of
his operation way back then.  He could hardly remember the rational now. 
Then it flashed into his memory.  They'd see if he could grow better weed
than they could.  If he could ?  They'ed bribe his farmers, build their own
farms and do away with the gringo.  But then he disappeared.  His farms
kept paying on time and that was all they cared about at the time.  Today
was different...He was a gringo and they'd killed his wife and child
already.  She could no longer protect him, if she ever could ?  They were
all at war now anyway.  So they were going to terminate their agreement
with Mister Tamarack today.  Miguel was sent to make sure that happened.

   He looked at his watch.  It was nine forty-nine.  They were but blocks
away.  He looked out the tinted windows and watched the neighborhood flash
by.  He noticed the apartment building only because it rose up above the
rest of the buildings near by.  It flashed by before they turned at the
next corner.

   *****

   Mindy Weathers was still naked and drunk when her phone started ringing.
She bolted up in bed and looked around.  Pain exploded in her head.  She
remembered the guy saying he was going for ice but that was a while ago. 
Her clothes were on the night stand.  She reached for her jeans.  More
pain. How many times was it going to ring ?  She finally answered.

   "Hello." Her mouth was dry.

   "Good morning, sunshine.  It's going down this morning at ten.  Two
tons. Your surveilance should pick them up any minute now.  Don't ever say
I didn't give you something on this.  I might even be there.  Bye.  Bye."

   The phone went dead but she knew who it was.  It was Tamarack.  He told
them it was going to happen but they just couldn't keep up the surveilance.
She was pissed and stood up.  She sat down just a moment later.  The pain
of her headache was like a bomb going off above her eyebrows.  She could
use an ice pack.

   She looked at her wrist.  Her watch was gone.  She reached for the clock
radio on the night stand.  More pain in her head.  Fuck !  It was
nine-fifty.  She gutted it out and walked to the front room.  The other two
agents were there.  One was on the couch, the other was on the floor.  Both
were naked, their clothes strewn all across the room.  It looked like a
left-over orgy.

   "Anderson...Anderson." She shook his shoulder.  He was on the floor but
moving.  She moved to Wayne.  His eyes barely opened when she shook his
shoulder, then opened wide when he noticed she was naked.  Her tits were
swinging from side to side as she shook his shoulder.  The explosion in his
skull didn't begin until he moved.  He slumped back on to the couch.

   "It's going down at ten.  It's nine-fifty.  Let's get the lead out,
gentlemen." She turned back toward the bedroom.  Already wondering what
became of their friends ?  They never mentioned his name but described him,
the wife and the teenager to a "T" !  Oh !  Shit !  A day late and a dollar
short, just like SoCal !

   *****

   It was just a few minutes before ten o'clock.  Trina Sanchez pushed the
door open and entered the news room.  There was normal activity for this
time of day.  The news went on pretty much twenty-four hours a day now.  It
was just part of the beast.  She made her way through the room, stopping at
several desks, saying hello to several people, both men and women, before
heading off to make-up.

   She had changed her schedule several days ago.  Carlos asked her for a
favor and she was delivering.  She was also taking a couple of days off
after the news at noon edition today.  Carlos was having a limo pick her up
and drive her out to Lake Las Vegas.  Then he was picking her up with the
boat.

   In reality, Trina had already delivered for Carlos.  She had no idea
what was on the disk.  It was in a disk envelope with "DEA - OPERATION
TRUSTED SOURCE" printed across the top.  That's all she knew.  Carlos
bugged her endlessly about not touching the envelope or the disk with her
fingers.  So she carried it between several sheets of typing paper and slid
it into an in-basket for in-coming stories.

   She was half made up when the word first started filtering out of the
news room.  She could hear some running in the hall.  Her heart was racing,
beating faster and faster.  She closed her eyes and tried to relax.  The
girl was doing her hair.  She opened her eyes and watched the monitor
across the room.  It was some quiz show.  She hated the shows they watched
in the make-up room.

   *****

   Micky Rincon was on his hands and knees on the roof next to the air
conditioner.  The rifle was under a tarp that was laid out on the roof. 
The tool box was set where it needed to be in order for him to sit and be
comfortable for the shots.  There were a couple of tools littered around.
Micky had the small field glasses to his eyes.  He'd counted six.  All late
twenties, early thirties hanging around the strip mall; just walking
around, reading newspapers, looking in store windows, waiting for the bus.
That kind of shit.

   He looked at the tree tops and found them still.  He looked both to the
north and south.  Not a breeze.  He remembered Willy telling him, "Better
lucky than good any time" a thousand times.  He smiled at the old man's
nagging.

   "Check-in." Came in loud and clear through his ear piece.

   "Two." Micky called into the mic as he scanned the Mercado shopping
center.  He heard Erin call, "Three."

   "Take positions." His ear piece commanded.

   *****

   I was in the dress shop, looking back out the window.  Like I was
looking at the dresses in the display window from the inside.  I'd worked
myself around the shop on the walker, dragging my foot with every step. 
The weapon was heavy in one of the shopping bags that hung from the walker.
I stood on one foot and a toe, leaning on the walker, stooped over.  I
could see the Mercado across the way and was positive that was the way he
would enter the mall.  He would plan his exit near the cafe but he'd come
in by the Mercado.  It had the biggest parking area.

   I saw the nuns come out of the Mercado and make their way across the
mall.  Erin was in the wheel chair with Amanda pushing her.  They had
several plastic bags of groceries hanging from the wheel chair and were
coming to a stop next to the bench bordering the small garden that was set
in the middle of the mall.  I saw the box come out of her hand as she laid
it in a clump of xieroscape vegitation.  It blended in rather nicely, I
thought.  Amanda sat on the near-by bench.

   *****

   Micky picked up the black Hummer immediately.  It stood out, stopping
right at the corner of the Mercado and idling there for a moment while one
of the guys, who Micky had identified as a watcher earlier, moved toward
the vehicle.  There was a conversation through the passenger window.

   "I think I have them.  Black Hummer.  One of the watchers is over
talking with them." He reported.

   "Lead."

   "Three." Both came in loud and clear.

   The nuns reamained where they were until they saw the three well dressed
latinos round the corner of the Mercado.  Amanda stood, took a hold of the
wheel chair and off they went.  Not fast by any standard.  Micky observed
the old man coming out of the dress shop and struggling toward the
zapataria; which, if you remember, is right across the way from the cafe.



   The nuns were last seen getting into a dark colored, four door sedan. 
It drove out of the parking lot and turned right on to the street directly
east of the shopping center.  The wheel chair remained in their parking
slot and became one of those "What the fuck, over ?"

   "Three's clear." Erin spoke into the mic.

   "Two's ready." Was the reply from the roof top.

   Miguel Passeo walked toward the cafe.  All three tables were empty.  His
men had made sure of that.  He pulled out a chair and sat, looking back
into the mall.  His trusted lieutenants were behind him; flanking him,
looking out toward the plaza.  He was relaxed and looked at his watch.  It
was exactly ten o'clock.  His men were going to shoot on his command and
then it was out to the street behind them.  A perfect get away !  He
scanned the plaza again.

   It was moderately busy with people going in and out of the Mercado.  It
would make Tamarack feel safe.  He noticed his people blended in with the
clientel of the plaza.  An old man, using a walker, was coming toward the
zapatria.  He was dressed as a peasant, long, stringy gray hair with a
baseball cap on his head.  He was disabled.  No threat.  Miguel scanned the
crowd out in the plaza.

   Chapter Fifty-seven

   Mindy Weathers was driving.  Anderson was beside her in the front seat.
Wayne Montana was in the back on his cell phone.  Mid-morning traffic was
horrible.  They were at least ten minutes away.  Mindy looked in the back
at Wayne.

   "Who are you talking to ?"

   "Local police.  I have a contact." They were at a stop light.  Anderson
was checking his weapon.  The light turned green.  They were heading north
on Nellis.  Mindy moved into the far left lane and accelerated ahead of
traffic.

   "Vegas cops are sending a couple of units." Wayne called from the back
seat.  "How far ?"

   Mindy called over her shoulder, "Another couple of minutes."

   *****

   The fire crackers started going off when I was about twenty feet away.
The guard closest to me and Miguel initially looked in my direction but
quickly looked back down the mall toward the noise.  Everyone, including
me, was looking toward where the fire crackers were going off.  The box was
even smoking.  I gave the command.  "Now." Micky answered almost
immediately.

   "Fire one." Moments later.  "Fire two." The shots were faint and hardly
noticable above the sound of the fire crackers.

   The guard to the left of Miguel grabbed for his chest as he was blown
back into the plate glass window of the cafe.  The glass broke and started
to fall to the sidewalk, making a hell of a comotion.  "Fire three." The
second guard was reaching for his weapon, a silenced automatic, when the
second slug ripped into his shoulder turning him to the right.  The third
shot was just moments later and blew the top of his head off.

   I had the weapon in my hand and had walked through the walker toward the
cafe.  Miguel was looking behind him at his men, who were dead.  I called
to him.

   "Que passa, Miguel." He turned and my first shot caught him in center
chest.  He was blown back in the chair and ended up on his back on the
ground, blood pumping out of the hole in his chest.  I took several steps
forward.  He was still breathing.  His eyes were partially open.  My next
three shots blew his groin apart.  My last shot, center forehead.  I
dropped the weapon to my side and turned toward the zapatria.

   *****

   By the time Erin and Amanda drove around the corner they had already
gotten rid of the nuns' habits.  Both of them could hear the gun shots. 
They were loud as they coasted down the street.  Erin saw the black Hummer
parked at the curb several hundred feet short of the exit from the
zapatria.

   "Get in the back, Amanda.  Get the weapon.  I'm gonna drive right up
next to the Hummer and you're going to shoot out his rear tire.  Aim for
the side wall." Amanda was already over the front seat.  She reached under
the seat and found the handgun; then lay on the back seat and waited.

   Erin slowed and caught a glimpse of the driver sitting there waiting. 
She moved closer to the Hummer.  She was hardly moving and could hear the
back door open.  The driver was concentrating on the narrow lane that came
from the plazza.  The Camry was hardly moving.  It stopped.

   "Another two feet, Erin." Amanda called from the back.  The Camry rolled
forward and then there were two loud explosions.  The Hummer immediately
started to settle.  The driver looked over at the Camry and attempted to
open his door.  The door slammed into the side of the Camry.  Amanda had
already pulled the rear door closed and was lying on the back seat with the
gun in her hand.

   "Should I shoot him ?" She called to Erin.

   "No...Relax, honey.  He's stuck where he is until I move." She saw Willy
walking down the sidewalk toward them with the gun at his side.  They made
eye contact.  Erin realeased the brakes and the Camry shot forward.

   "Front door, Amanda." Erin called.  Amanda sprawled over the seat back
and began pushing the front passenger door open.

   *****

   The look on the face of the owner of the zapateria was priceless.  He
was heading to the far end of the counter before I came through the front
door.  I jumped up on the counter, slid my legs over then jumped down and
walked into his repair shop behind the curtain.

   Five steps and I was opening the door to the street.  I peered out.  The
Camry was beside the black Hummer.  I heard the explosions.  Two shots.  I
smiled and stepped out on to the sidewalk.  I could see the Hummer settle
to the rear.  The driver was slamming his door into the Camry trying to get
out of the Hummer.  I smiled again.  I made eye contact with Erin and the
Camry shot forward.

   It was coming to a stop with the front door coming open.  I stepped into
the street.  The driver of the Hummer had his door open.  I raised the
weapon and aimed at him.  When he ducked behind the door I stepped into the
car and slammed the door.  The accelleration pushed me back into the seat.

   Erin took the first left and the turn threw both Amanda and I against
the doors.  It was a residential neighborhood.  Erin slowed.  Amanda was
looking back behind us.  So was Erin, through the rear view mirror.  I was
stripping off my baseball cap and wig.  I threw them into the back seat. 
Erin turned left again in two blocks and then right at the next corner.

   We started working ourselves up Sunrise mountain, using sub-divisions to
mask our wandering.  Amanda was packing our disguises into a large plastic
garbage bag.  I had the garage door opener in my hand well before we turned
on to the Cahill's street.  We were well above the elevation of the
shopping center now and I was looking for helicopters.  So was Amanda.

   I pressed the button and the door started coming up two houses away. 
Erin slowed and then came to a stop in the garage.  I pressed the button
again.  The door started coming down.  Erin shut off the engine.  Now just
that tinkling sound you hear when a car cools down.  I opened the passenger
door.

   "Come on, ladies.  Let's go see how we did." The teenager bounced out of
the rear seat.  Amanda was juiced.  She'd shot out the tire out on the
Hummer, remembered the feeling of the gun going off in her hands.  Heard
the blast of air that exploded out of the holes.  Two shots...Two holes. 
She headed toward the door to the house.  Erin was out of the vehicle and
embracing me.

   "Go on inside, Amanda." I called to her.  I held Erin.  "Another one,
huh !  We're getting too good at this.  Maybe we should do this for a
living ?" We both laughed.

   "You need to smoke a bowl." Erin whispered.

   "You're right." We were still holding each other.

   *****

   Mindy parked at the curb just north of the Mercado on Nellis.  Getting
out of the car they heard the fire crackers going off.  They walked quickly
to the mall entrance.  The shots, they heard five of them, came. 
Bang...Bang, bang, bang...Bang.  All three agents drew their weapons.  They
came around the corner of the Mercado and into the mall, covering each
other, spread about ten feet apart.

   The Mexican look-out was turned toward where he heard shots.  He
couldn't see the boss man or his lieutenants.  The window of the cafe was
shattered.  There was a body halfway into the cafe through the window.  The
fire crackers were starting to peter out.  He looked back and saw three
civilians coming into the plaza with guns drawn.

   He immediately reached behind his back for his weapon.  None of them
were looking towards him but further down the mall toward where the boss
man was lying on his back on the ground.  He aimed and fired three shots at
the nearest agent.

   Wayne Montana took two shots to the body.  One upper chest, the second
was to the stomach.  He went down and never got up.  Mindy Weathers dropped
to one knee and put three slugs into the shooter.  Anderson Davies had his
weapon trained on a group of Hispanics who were running out into the
parking lot at the far end of the Mercado.  There were sirens in the
distance.  The crowd was panicked in the mall and rushing for the exits.

   Moments later several police vehicles blocked the entrance to the mall
on Nellis by parking on the side walk.  There were louder sirens in the
distance.  Many officers were running about, weapons drawn.  Several
nine-one-one calls had come from the shopping center.  Shots fired. 
Several down.

   Before long several officers had their guns trained on Mindy and
Anderson.  It was more than ten minutes before the two of them were cleared
by the police.  Wayne was D.O.A.  Police were fanning out through the now
mostly deserted shopping center.  The area wasn't secured for more than
thirty minutes.  By that time several T.V.  stations had mobile vans set up
in the parking lot of the Mercado but well away from the building.

   A T.V.  station helicopter got some great footage of the bodies and the
front of the cafe from the air.  That went on the air live at ten-twenty.

   *****

   Wanda was looking out through the plantation shutters in the front room
when the three of us came through the kitchen.  There was a T.V.  on in the
kitchen and one on in the front room.  She turned from the window.

   "Nobody peeping out their windows, Malibu.  I'd say you're clean. 
Hasn't been a car into the cul-de-sac all morning." She closed up the
shutters and turned to face them.  "And you three look no worse for wear.
Hungry ?  I'll cook you some steaks."

   "I'll rustle up some eggs, Wanda.  Go get the Jack.  When's Gary get
back ?" Wanda was into the dinning room and called back.

   "Not 'till tomorrow night."

   "You ladies want to shower ?" I asked.

   "And miss the fire works !  Fuck you, Willy.  Unless you didn't blow him
away !?" Amanda exclaimed.

   "I blew him away, Amanda.  Put three in his crotch.  One for each of
them."

   Amanda came across the room and threw her arms around my shoulders,
whispering nasty things in my ear.  Her crotch was rubbing against me,
humping my knee almost.  I put my hand on her butt and gave it a good
squeeze.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Twenty
   "It's Fun to be Invisible" 

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