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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - The Debrief
Part: 22 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 !  Kicked some ass and
took some names.  Willy invites Snake, Micky and Carlos out for a debrief.
Well, he shows them around the farm, too.  And then they orgy for a while.
The usual sucking and fucking !

   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 Debrief

   (M+F+ oral group)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Sixty-four

   Mid-April 2010

   McCarran International Airport had been less than crowded.  Micky Rincon
opened the taxi door for Ashley Wentworth.  He had been in deep thought
since they boarded the 737 at John Wayne in Orange County.  The cab pulled
away from the terminal moments later, heading for the two fifteen and Lake
Las Vegas.  They didn't talk much on the way.

   When they arrived at the casino, the two of them went right to the bar.
Micky ordered their drinks.  The casino crowd was miniscule.  They sat at a
cocktail table, looking like two lovers on a weekend get-away.

   "So we're staying at Willy's ?" She was surprised.  She'd neither seen
nor heard from Mister Tamarack since New Years.  Micky had just told her
they were going to 'Vegas for the weekend.  She figured they'd stay at
Snake's.

   Micky hadn't seen the old man since January either.  Not seen him.  Not
heard from him.  Until last week, that is, when he recieved an encrypted
email inviting him and Ashley to their "Villa" warming.  Micky was just
following instructions now.  He looked out the big bay windows that fronted
the lake.  It was getting near sunset.  He escorted Ashley to the coat room
where they retrieved their overnight bag.

   Snake was standing on the dock, beside the boat, waiting.  It was the
only boat tied up at the dock outside the casino.  Micky had never ever
seen Snake using the boat.  He always flew in and never left the Hacienda
until he flew out.  Colleen Gilbert was with him and they too had an
overnight bag.  Micky and Ashley quickly got into the boat and they motored
away from the dock and out toward the Hacienda.

   "So you know where his place is ?" Micky asked.  "I've been there once
but we drove.  I had no idea where we were."

   Snake laughed.  "Yea, I know where it is.  Went by there last week.  The
dock looks like it could use some work.  But no, I'm not taking us there.
He's picking us up in his sail boat."

   "You're shittin' me !  A sail boat !"

   "Yea and he knows what he's doing." The girls were chatting about the
scenery and the weather.

   Three miles away in the sail boat, I had field glasses to my eyes and
could see them heading for the Hacienda.  I came about and tacked hard into
the wind.  This was going to work out rather nicely.  I was sailing at a
good clip and came about to the west of the Hacienda just as they were
tying up.

   "Ahoy there, maties !" I yelled to them.  I'd lowered the sails and was
just coasting toward the dock.  Snake rushed to cushion the blow.  Stopping
these things is always a bitch.

   "Snake, why don't you take the helm and I'll get everyone aboard." I
threw a rope to Micky as Snake climbed into the boat.  "Hand me the bags,
Ashley." The girls were next and I held on to the dock until Micky climbed
aboard and then pushed off.  Snake steered us into the wind and the boat
started to move away from the dock.

   The sail took about fifteen minutes during which time I explained how
the docking was going to work.  Micky was making jokes about Snake's
sailing.  Snake was telling him to shut up, he was trying not to kill us. I
thought Snake was doing great and was able to stop the boat without it
running into the dock.  I jumped up on to the dock and tied up.

   Amanda and Erin were there to greet us with the jeep and boat trailer at
water's edge.  I helped the girls and their luggage to dry land.  Micky was
still giving Snake shit about his sailing.  Erin got them all headed toward
the "Villa" while Amanda and I pulled the boat out of the water with the
trailer and headed up to the garage.

   I could hear them in the kitchen.  We'd moved all the supplies to the
garage and could barely get the boat and Jeep into the garage.  The jeep
had like an inch clearance in front and back and you could only use one
door and that was tight.  Boxes were stacked from floor to ceiling three
deep in places.  We'd added a false wall and another layer of insulation to
the west wall.  The garage rarely got above seventy-five but we had summer
coming.

   They were all on the balcony when Amanda and I entered from the garage.
We now had a couch against the wall near the spiral staircase with a coffee
table in front of it.  We'd also obtained a nice lounge chair and end
table. This floor actually looked rather normal now, with a huge flat
screen on the wall.  There were chips and dip on the dinning table.

   I was in the kitchen mixing up a batch of margaritas when they all came
in off the balcony.  "Fuckin' A, Willy, you got a million dollar view
there, mister." Snake called out from the couch.  I was bringing the
pitcher of margaritas.  Amanda was following with half a dozen frozen,
salted glasses.

   "Yea, we really lucked out with the recession.  But, shit Snake, the
million dollar view is downstairs.  All these ladies cleared for a tour ?"
Snake was nodding his head while Micky shrugged his shoulders.  "Well,
there's not much room down there.  Why don't I take the men and you ladies
can get drunk on my margaritas.  We'll be back in a few minutes."

   Amanda helped me move the furniture and down I went.  Snake and Micky
followed.  We were down in the control room.  There were two four inch PVC
pipes running along the floor, coming out of the bathroom and disappearing
into the bedrooms along the hallway.  The fifty gallon barrells were
stacked on a shelf built over the bathtub/shower, making it totally
unusable for showering.

   "Where do you shower, Willy ?" Snake asked.

   "On the porch with a shower curtain we rig up.  There's a solar water
heater on the roof.  Works great." I answered.  I went on to explain how
everything worked.  I then showed them what I called the green room, which
was a walled off area in the control room.  I opened the door and bright
light rushed out into the room.  Inside were several card tables on top of
which was a network of growing trays with weed spouts anywhere from one to
six inches high.  There were hundreds of them.

   "Shit, Willy, this is as big as your place up on the mountain !" Micky
exclaimed.

   "And I've got two more rooms.  Come on." We left the control room and
opened the bedroom next door.  "This is the next stage." Bright sunlight
burst through the door and both of them were covering their eyes.  The
plants were growing through a string netting that was four feet off the
ground.  The netting was about two inches square.  Above the netting was a
sea of green that covered the area of the room which was close to twenty by
twenty-five.  I closed the door.

   "When they've been in what I call stage two, twenty-four hour sunlight,
for four or five weeks, I cut the lights back to twelve on, twelve off.  In
five, six weeks you get this." I opened the other bedroom door.  The light
was a different brightness, more red than blue.  Huge buds of marijuana
were climbing toward the ceiling being held up by string streached across
the room tied to a lattice on each wall.

   "The girls and I have tried small amounts and believe it will be right
up there on the THC count, twenty-five, thirty percent.  I'll bring some by
when we start harvesting full time."

   "There's about thirty or so mature plants in each room which should
yeild about fifty pounds of smokeable weed.  At what Carlos is dealing on
the strip, that's six hundred and forty thousand a harvest.  The way I've
set it up, I can have shit on the street damn near all year long.  At least
eight harvests is what I figure, now that I've got it up and running."

   One of the pumps went on in the bathroom and we could hear water running
through the pipes.  "Feeding time.  Okay if I negotiate a price with Carlos
?"

   "Sure, Willy.  I leave all that shit up to, Carlos."

   "Well, let's go up stairs.  This is the only toilet, so don't waste the
trip." I started up the stairs.  Amanda was eager to take Colleen and
Ashley downstairs.  She was in charge of the "sea of green" room, her first
grow.  Micky mixed another pitcher of margaritas before I led the three men
upstairs.

   Chapter Sixty-five

   It was dark upstairs.  Just some base board night lights lit the room.
"Watch your step." The floor was just about covered with air matresses and
bedding.  I got an oil lamp lit and the room brightened considerably.  The
low lying table was pushed up against the wall across the room.  The laptop
was the only thing on it before Micky set down the pitcher of margaritas.

   "Everyone get seated and comfortable.  I'm gonna play this just once. 
Kind of like an after action report." I was packing a bowl and lit it up
immediately.  "My ladies got to watch this just once, too.  They'll keep
your ladies occupied until we're finished.  Tonight will be the last time I
talk about this unless there's a lawyer present."

   I laughed and passed the pipe to Snake.  "To bring you up to speed,
Micky.  Snake and I go sailing every once and a while.  He updates me on
what Carlos picks up here and there in town.  The authorities are stuck. 
Even the D.E.A.  is now saying that there may have been two operations
going down at the Mercado but they're having a hard time distancing
themselves from the shootings at the cafe." The bowl was back in my hand.

   "The locals have always believed that it was a Mexican thing.  A hit man
out of Mexico.  They believe that there were two shooters and from the
angle of the shots, one was a sniper so they've interviewed the residents
of the building you used.  Some residents remember some workmen going to
the roof one day.  But they have found no physical evidence.  Good work,
Micky." I took another hit and passed the pipe again.

   "Correct so far, Snake ?" He nodded his head while taking a hit off the
pipe.  I continued.  "I've helped them along on their quest by hacking into
a Mexican server in Mazatlan and placing a very short copy of this video.
It's a degraded copy but is still very recognizable.  So if it blurts out
one day you can say you saw it on the internet.  It's already got about
thirty thousand hits.  I titled it `vengence'."

   "Okay, everyone ready ?" I asked.  Micky was taking a drink and nodded
his head.  Snake was staring at the laptop screen.  "I had a camera in the
dark glasses I was wearing.  Not even the girls knew that.  I just matched
it up with the audio from our comm.  Gave this briefing to Carlos the other
night.  Micky, I expect you to debrief Yachtsman.  Sorry no visual aids. 
So here goes."

   The view on the computer took the whole screen.  There were some dressed
manicans in the foreground and in the distance you could see the Mercado
then the small park in the center of the mall and finally the cafe tables
and chairs as the view rotated from left to right.

   "Check-in." The view was coming back to the Mercado.  "Two." "Three."
Followed in rapid succession.

   A monment later, "Take positions." Less than a minute later you could
see the nuns coming out of the Mercado and heading toward the small park.
The view followed them all the way to the park.  "Now watch the nun in the
wheel chair closely." I mentioned.  You could see Erin's hand take the
cigar box and place it into the vegitation of the park.

   The view left the nuns and became a collage of manicans and dresses and
pants suits.  I commented.  "I edited out a bit here." Less than a minute
later.

   "I think I have them.  Black Hummer.  One of the watchers is over
talking with them." Micky Rincon's voice was unmistakable.  "Lead."
"Three." Followed again in rapid succession.  The view came back to the
small garden and you could see that Amanda was already pushing the wheel
chair toward the parking lot.

   The three Latinos appeared in the distance, heading toward the cafe. 
Then the view became all floor and you could see me moving the walker as I
made my way to the door of the dress shop.  I was out in the mall and
turning toward the zapateria, still nothing but cobblestones and walker in
the view of the camera.

   It was a long three minutes.  I wanted Snake to know how long I was out
there, like I wanted Carlos to know.  "Three's clear." was followed by
"Two's ready." The camera view came up and now you could see the three
Latinos arranging themselves on the cafe patio.  The camera view dropped
back down to cobblestones again.  Then up again just for a moment and you
could see one of them sitting down at a table.  More cobblestone and the
walker struggling along, a foot showing every once and a while, a cheap
running shoe.

   It was another very long minute until the fire crackers started going
off.  The camera view quickly turned toward the small park and you could
actually see smoke coming out of a corner of the park.  "Now."

   "Fire one." Moments later.  "Fire two." There were two mild explosions
that came through Micky's mic.  The camaera view was coming around and up
slowly.  The cafe table legs came into view and then Miguel Passeo's legs
and torso and the body guard's legs and finally they were all in view.

   "This is slow motion for a few seconds." I informed them.  The slug tore
into the guard on the right.  You could see his back blow out when the
round went through him.  His hands were grabbing at his chest as he fell
through the plate glass window.  "Fire three." The glass was just starting
to come down when the other guard's left shoulder disappeared in a mist of
red and pink.  The shot turned him toward his buddy and then his head
exploded as he fell back through the cafe window.

   "Good shooting, Micky.  Thanks, buddy." Miguel Passeo was turning around
in his chair to look behind him.  The camera kept coming toward him.

   "Que passa, Miguel." He snapped back toward the camera and the first
shot caught him right in the middle of his chest.  The camera view followed
him as 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.  The camera view was
now looking down at him, laying on the ground.  He was still breathing. 
His eyes were partially open.  The next three shots blew his groin apart.
The last shot, center forehead.

   The camera view turned toward the zapatria and was now approaching the
door.  A quick look to the right found the owner hiding behind his counter
with just his eyes and forehead visible.  A lot of jumping around as I
jumped up on the counter.  "Buenos dias, senor.  Perdona por favor." Then
the camera view went through the curtain and by a couple of work benches. A
door opened and now the camera view was on the street looking at the black
Hummer.

   "Same Hummer ?" Micky asked.  The Camry was parked right next to the
Hummer.  "Yea.  Watch this." I answered.  The explosions were easy to hear
and you could see the Hummer start to settle.  They could see it was Erin
driving the Camry now and the driver of the Hummer was slamming his door
into the side of the Camry, trying to get out.  The Camry shot forward
toward the camera.

   The driver of the Hummer was now getting out.  The gun came up into the
camera view and the driver ducked down behind the driver's door.  The
camera view moved rapidly and now was looking out the front of the Camry as
it took a sharp left turn.  The camera view was thrown toward the door and
then went black.

   "The Hummer wasn't in the plan.  We expected some get away vehicle over
there but not a Hummer.  Really quick thinking on Erin's part.  I love that
girl !" I exclaimed.

   Snake was impressed, I could see that.  Micky blurted out.  "Fuck !  You
blew that guy away, Willy."

   "When you kill a man's wife and child.  Well, Senor Miguel Passeo should
have expected something like this." Snake said.  "Good shooting, you two.
Remind me not to piss you off, Mister Tamarack." He laughed and we all
drank a toast to our future good luck and prosperity.

   *****

   Colleen Gilbert was half loaded on just a couple of margaritas. 
Tamarack said it was some decades old recipe.  She wasn't sure why she was
even invited ?  Almost fifty now, Snake hardly ever invited her to
something this intimate.  And what brought these three together ?  Snake
Edwards, Willy Tamarack and Micky Rincon.  Oh !  She kind of understood
Micky but Tamarack !?  Carlos had voiced strong reservations about Tamarack
from the beginning.  But then just the day before yesterday, brags to her
what a good time he and Trina had when they came out here for the evening.

   The men were coming down stairs, laughing and joking.  Snake headed
right to the couch and sat with the teenager, who looked quite a bit older
tonight.  Ashley was also sitting there with Erin Tamarack.  God !  Colleen
hardly recognized Tamarack's wife with the dark hair.  The teenager too,
with her blonde curls.  And both of them growing their hair out.

   That huge Bong was making it's way around the room.  "This is the real
good stuff !" I told them all.  Most laughed but some showed timidness,
uncalled for with Willy's bud.  I brought the Bong over to her at the
dinning table.

   "Come on, Colleen.  Take a hit." She put the tube in her mouth and
sucked.  Her eyes opened and the tube fell out of her hand and mouth.  She
exhaled in a cloud of smoke.  I laughed and put the Bong down.

   Her eyes centered on me.  She was still electric.  I held her arm.  She
reached for her drink.  "Your pot ought to be outlawed." She giggled.  "God
!  It gets me so stoned."

   "I asked Snake to invite you tonight because I believe you're going to
be doing a little work with a young man I just hired.  But don't say
anything.  I haven't talked with Casey yet."

   "You are trying to muscle in..." I took hold of her arm again.

   "Ms.  Gilbert, I'm not sure what you've heard.  The gentlemen you work
for like to make money.  I grow very good weed.  Some will say the best
weed they've ever smoked.  I've worked in this valley for over twenty years
building a brand name for my weed.  People will ask for it.  This weed
commands a premium price anywhere it's sold, especially on the Strip.  This
makes a lot of money for your employers.  And after all this is a business.
We're business men here.  I have no idea what other businesses Mister
Edwards is involved with nor do I care.  He offered me certain services and
told me I should speak with you before presenting a plan to Mister
Schwartz."

   I took a huge hit off the Bong.  It closed my eyes.  And all I could see
was Ms.  Gilbert without a stitch of clothing on.  I smiled at her when I
opened my eyes.

   "So, we gonna be able to get some business done tonight, beautiful ? 
I'd like to get to know you better."

   "And what about Carlos ?  Is he on board with your plans ?"

   "I've made my bones with Carlos, Colleen.  None of your concern, dear."
I took another hit off the pipe and wanted to take her upstairs and fuck
her.  She was very attractive, better looking than Ashley and had a better
body.

   "And just how did you do that ?  His opinion of you..." I took her arm
again.

   "That's for me and Carlos to know.  And we both know.  So does Snake." I
whispered to her although the group on the couch was much louder and not
paying any attention to us at all.

   Colleen absently took the tube again and ripped.  She felt plugged in.
She looked over on the couch.  It was just Snake, Micky and Ashley.  She
wondered where Erin and Amanda had gone ?  And then it just exploded in her
head.  The way he said he made his bones with Carlos.  Something Casey said
months ago, February, maybe ?  She'd asked him if he thought they'd ever
catch the guy who did the shooting at the shopping mall ?  She remembered
what he said word for word, "They're not even looking for the right guy."
Like he knew who the guy was.

   Chapter Sixty-six

   Mindy Weathers was sitting in a downtown Las Vegas casino bar that had
seen better days.  She was no longer being bankrolled to go down to the
"Strip" and try to work her way up the drug food chain.  All Anderson had
was his pension and if he thought...Well, he didn't.  She hadn't seen him
in months.

   She knew they were out there...A mysterious group of people who were
able to control some of the drugs and prostitution and money laundering in
this town.  The I.R.S.  was all over this town because of the tip income of
it's employees and gambling winnings.  But what if these people are paying
their taxes ?  They remain low profile and they're like invisible.

   She was sure they had been close back in California a couple of years
ago.  Shit !  It'd been almost six years now.  They got much closer than
they got here.  Every move they made.  The other side was always a step
ahead.  Very similar to what happened here in January.  She gets a call and
they rush right into a fully developed fire fight.  Between who ?  Nobody
seems to know.  She'd seen the video on the internet.  She wished they'd
been able to hack into Wayne's secret files.  They said they were still
working on it but she knew they weren't.  And what happened to those people
they were partying with the night before ?

   *****

   I turned to the couch.  Ashley was bracketed by Snake and Micky, exactly
where I wanted them.  "Yo !" I called to them.  They all looked in my
direction.  Colleen remained at the dinning table with me.

   "Since Snake doesn't get out too often.  I know he missed mass on
Christmas.  Well, I thought I'd bring him a little religion while he was
visiting." Some church music started coming from the stereo speakers
plugged into an IPod on the kitchen counter.  Ashley was stoned and hardly
aware of where she was.  Micky was laughing.  Snake looked a little
apprehensive so I smiled at him.

   The black heels and stockings appeared at the top of the stairs.  It was
Amanda and she was wearing just a white garter belt, the stockings, black
heels and a nun's habit that mostly covered her tits.  Erin's legs were
following and she was dressed the same.  Micky was hooting and hollaring as
they descended to this floor and then started dancing across the room
toward the couch, humping their crotches and wiggling their hips.

   Ashley was laughing hesterically.  Snake was smiling from ear to ear. 
Amanda was already climbing up on to his lap.  Erin was in Micky's and the
party had really begun to take off.  Colleen looked over at me.  I smiled
at her.  She wasn't laughing; wasn't even smiling.  Her eyes were big and
round.  It was right there.  Tamarack was the shooter in the mall last
January.  They were all involved.  Carlos, too.

   I took another hit and reached for her hand.  "Let's go upstairs and
talk." She preceeded me up the stairs.  Snake's pants were already open and
Ashley was squealing about everyone getting naked.  Erin was already going
down on her boy friend.

   The oil lamp was lit and cast shadows on the wall as we made our way to
the low lying table.  The laptop was there.  She sat.  I poured her another
drink.  I shared some ideas on private banking.  Asked some intelligent
questions about the work she did with Casey.  And then talked her into
taking one last hit before we went back down stairs.

   It was a very small pipe.  Colleen inhaled deeply.  He was smiling at
her.  Again she felt electric.  He helped her up and they moved to the
windows overlooking the lake.  His hands were on her waist and she willed
them to her breasts.  Her nipples were erect.  She pressed her ass back
into him.

   I grasped her breasts and felt her nipples already alive and hard.  I
pressed them and let my fingers tease them.  Her butt was against my
hardon. I pushed back and began to open her blouse.  My fingers attacked
her bra covered breasts while my cock humped her butt.

   She was topless before I started working on her jeans.  My tongue was
traveling up and down her back bone.  I had her jeans open when I shoved my
hand down and covered her cunt with my fingers.  She was bushy.  I got
harder letting my fingers roam her crotch.  She was breathing faster.  I
could feel her cunt lips and finally slid a finger into her.

   "Oooohhhh !" Followed by an abrupt intake of air.  Colleen was very
turned on.  It had been a while.  Her husband was still fucking teenagers
at his store while she worked on the Strip.  Her cunt was wet and juicy,
her hips grinding back at him as he fingered her.  His mouth was on her
shoulders, his other hand pulling on her erect nipples.

   When she reached for my cock I stepped away from her.  I turned her to
face me.  Both of her hands found my cock as I pulled her jeans down over
her hips.  "Take'm off, Colleen.  I want to see you naked."

   I stepped away from her and watched her step out of her jeans and pull
her panties down.  "I can see why Snake hangs around with you.  He says
you're smart too.  An excellent combination in this town." I pulled her
toward the air mattresses.  "Come sit on my face, beautiful."

   He was lying back on an air mattress while he wiggled out of his jeans.
His cock was hard and bounced up and down as he kicked them off his feet.
He was motioning for her.  Colleen spread her legs and walked forward so
she could squat over his face.  He pulled her down on to his chest and then
she felt his tongue ream itself right up her asshole.

   "Aaaahhhhh !" Now it was slipping into her cunt, up around her clitoris
and she was out of control as his tongue owned her vagina.  He was chewing
on her cunt lips and something was sliding into her asshole.  She ended up
on her back with him still between her legs.  Her thighs were chorded and
straining as she pushed her crotch into his face.  The orgasms came one
after the other and then he was fucking her.

   I had my thighs spread around her hips and butt with her legs up in the
air over her head.  My cock was hard and hot.  I pushed it down and entered
her, pushing her straight legs back over her head.  Then motored my cock in
and out of her like a fucking crazy guy, pushing her legs further back with
each thrust.  I call it the motorcycle.

   Colleen couldn't help but crying out and soon there were more people
upstairs.  The naked nuns were there for sure and a naked Ashley too. 
Micky jumped Colleen as soon as I crapped out and the party accelerated
into low earth orbit.

   Snake had Ashley over on another air mattress.  She was on her knees
with Amanda below her, eating her pussy as Snake drove his dick in and out
of her from behind.

   I crawled over to the low lying table and took a drink of margarita.  I
watched for a while with Erin but soon fell asleep.  And while Micky kept
fucking two at a time, it wasn't long before he wilted and the room became
quiet.

   *****

   The couple was accompanied by their daughter, or that's what most people
thought when they encountered them wandering through the terminal at John
Wayne International.  The three of them were picked up by a limo which
delivered them to the Balboa Bay Club.  William B.  Tamarack, Major, United
States Air Force, retired and his wife, Erin O'Connell, esq.  had reserved
a suite for their party which included Miss Amanda Fisher, their neice.

   We stayed in the room until just before happy hour.  This was a Tuesday
"Members" Night and the Club was having it's monthly meeting.  I led the
girls to the front entrance as I knew that's where most of the people who
knew my parents would be entering.  We were dressed impecably.  The first
pubic appearance of the Tamarack's !

   I hadn't taken four or five steps through the crowd at the entrance
before an old woman's voice called out, "William...William...Edith, it's
William Tamarack."

   "He's dead, you old fool." Another old woman's voice.  I turned.

   "Edith Amastead, it's me Willy.  I thought I might start using my dad's
name now that's he's in a better place."

   "Well, Willy Tamarack, saw your name on the active members roll.  A real
grown up now, hey !" She cackled a bit and threw her arms around me when I
hugged her.

   "Edith, this is my wife, Erin, and our niece, Amanda.  This is one of my
parent's oldest friends, Edith Amastead." Others were now crowding around
us and it was like old home week as I met many of the people I had grown up
with when we stayed at the club.  Usually during the summer and all these
people remembered that skinny kid, Willy Tamarack.

   Micky Rincon was talking with Mike Minter at the bar.  Ashley and Jill
had staked out a table at the rear of the dinning room.  There was a
comotion near the entrance.  A large group of members were making their way
into the dinning room.  Micky looked across the dinning room and then
looked again.

   "You ain't going to believe this !  Check your six, Yachtsman." Micky
said.  Mike looked around and started laughing.  Willy Tamarack was
surrounded by the friends of his parents.  There must have been ten or
twelve of them making their way into the dinning room.  Willy was dressed
in white slacks, white shirt with a blue blazer.  The blazer had a crest on
the pocket.  He was wearing a black baseball cap with "Viper Pilot"
embroidered on the front and command pilot wings above.  He topped off the
outfit with a pair of blue deck shoes.  He fit right in with the group of
oldies taking their seats.

   I broke away from my parents friends and was over greeting Ashley and
Jill.  Ashley stood and gave me a big hug.  "Thanks so much, Ashley." I
whispered and kissed her right on the lips.  Micky was over slapping me on
the back.  Yachtsman was raising a glass.  I took the men to the bar and
bought the next round.  The three of us listened to the meeting from the
bar.  Erin and Amanda sat with Ashley and Jill.  We were a success and flew
back to 'Vegas the following morning.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Twenty-three
   "Buffalo Red" 

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