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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Party Time !
Part: 24 of 30
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goes to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

   !!!!!  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 invited to the
Hacienda for a private party, just Carlos and Willy...Well, and four young
ladies and I use that term loosley.  A lot of fucking and sucking after
they talk business for a little bit.  The Judge sends Willy an alert.  What
the fuck is that all about !?

   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

   Party Time !

   (M+Ff+ anal oral group)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Seventy

   I was standing in the bushes across the road from the Villa's driveway,
such as it was.  He'd driven past just moments ago.  I was sure he saw me.
Here he comes again.  His car was slowing, the passenger door coming open.
I slid into the seat keeping my sports bag in my lap.  I slammed the door
closed and off we went.  The acceleration pushed me back in the seat but
Carlos didn't burn any rubber.

   A quarter mile later he came off the gas.  We were well above eighty. 
He wasn't trying to impress me.  He liked to drive this way.  "So how's the
weed coming ?" Carlos asked.

   "About a week or ten days until it's ready for harvest.  Should have
some Buffalo green brand in your hands by the end of the month."

   "Buffalo green !  You crack me up, Willy.  But let me tell you the
Buffalo red is going for one fifty an eighth on the Strip.  Everyone is
asking for it.  So this is a little thank you.  And I'd like to talk a
little business."

   "Snake in on this ?" I asked.

   "Nah.  Just you and me and some other guys.  If the ideas turn into
something more, we'll talk to Snake.  Okay ?"

   "Sure, Carlos." We were past the casino and coming up on the "Hacienda"
on the south lake shore road.  I watched the hidden garage door start
coming up and in we went.  Inside it started to darken as the garage door
came back down but we were on the way down to the lower level where it was
always dark.  We parked on the lower level.

   "Come on, Willy.  We're the only ones here.  Snake's up north in Reno on
business.  Casey only brings his bimbos out here on weekends.  Someone's
got to work, right !?" He laughed as I followed him to the elevator.  We
were in his room in moments.  He pointed to the bar.

   "Fix youself a drink.  You brought some weed, right ?"

   "Grass green ?" I shot back as I was pouring a shot of "Jack."

   "I mean the good stuff.  The afrodisiac properties stuff.  You're gonna
need it tonight, buddy." He laughed and wandered over to the bar with a
handfull of papers.

   "Business first, okay ?"

   "Sure, Carlos." Yachtsman had given me some excellent tips on handling
the three amigos but his advice concerning Carlos had turned into gold.  I
knew not many were treated in this manner by Carlos Santiago and was very
excited that I had been accepted.

   When Micky first mentioned them and their hideout I was more than
apprehensive.  Carlos scared the hell out of me.  That's why I avoided him
like the plague long ago.  But this was going to be so much easier than the
early days.  Shit, then I had to be invisible or I would have been busted.
The authorties knew who I was.  I flaunted it in their faces.  They just
couldn't catch me.  They even backed off at the cabin when the fire ruined
all their evidence.  But the authorities are the authorities for a reason.
They have resources you don't have and can bargain with the devil to bust
you.

   The protection I was recieving from Snake and his band of merry thieves
was something I coveted.  Distribution is always more dangerous than
growing.  I had just two customers now and that made things a whole lot
easier.  I was packing a pipe when Carlos started.

   "I know a couple of guys who made a lot of money during the boom times.
They were building shit all over the valley.  So anyway, these guys
believed the hype a little too long and got stuck with a lot of commercial
and light industrial properties.  Most of them today are vacant and these
friends of mine are losing their asses.  These are fine upstanding citizens
who have been doing business in this valley for generations and would love
to be making a little coin on their investment.  They have no criminal
connections and no record with law enforcement."

   Carlos was pouring himself a shot of Patron Anejo Tequilla.  I sipped on
a little "Jack" and then took another hit off the pipe.  Buffalo red was
good shit !  Carlos drained the tequilla.

   "I mentioned that I have a marijuana grower who might possibly be
interested in expanding his operation.  After some discussion their only
concern was the smell that would be generated.  These people are willing to
make the investment needed but didn't see how they could mask the operation
at any of their properties."

   Carlos is pouring another shot and taking a hit off the pipe.  "Is this
the afrodisiac property shit ?" He downed the tequilla.  I shook my head
and pulled a small bottle out of my pocket.  It was full of a dark bud
about the size of a very large thumb.  I held up the bottle.  He smiled as
he took another hit off the pipe then continued.

   "So I take them on a drive out to Lake Las Vegas.  And we drive all
around your part of the lake.  Up and down the streets, back and forth,
here and there.  You get the idea, right ?" I nodded and killed my "Jack."
Carlos poured me another.  "We must have driven by your place a half dozen
times.  I used what you call a drive way to turn around once.  By now these
guys are giving me a lot of shit so I drive to the casino and bought them a
drink."

   I finished his story.  "And you told them, while you're having this
drink, that you just drove them by the biggest grower in the valley, who's
harvesting right now and they didn't smell a thing.  That your grower has
invented the perfect pot smell destroyer and it fits perfectly in a light
industrial area, like a whole bunch of warehouses." Carlos started nodding
his head up and down.

   "You've given them some of my weed, right ?" Carlos continued nodding
his head up and down.  "They liked it." I was making a statement.

   Carlos spoke.  "Loved it.  They'd like to meet you.  Talk business."

   I took a sip of "Jack." Now I've got two good sized bedrooms and am
producing about fifty pounds in each room four or so times a year.  If I
had a warehouse or two !?  It would be off the chart, much easier to manage
than a dozen grow houses.

   "Do I get a piece of this or am I just growing for these guys ?" I was
more than interested.

   "They want sixty percent.  They're taking most of the risk, will build
to your specs and provide security.  I'm sure I can move the product. 
We'll split our forty percent.  It'll be worth millions.  The only question
I have is can you produce on that scale ?"

   I smiled and then took a large hit of weed.  "Carlos, my friend, I had
over twenty acres of weed growing in Sinaloa.  I've got some pictures I'll
show you.  But I'll need some time to design a system for the size you're
talking about.  You know we're talking about hundreds of pounds of weed."

   Carlos had taken the pipe out of my hand and was taking a hit, nodding
his head up and down.  "Yea, man.  That's a lot of weed.  Snake'll love it,
Willy.  We've been nickle diming the delivery of Jay's weed since Yachtsman
made his last trip.  That was always so easy.  We'd send down some drivers
and have the whole load up here a week after he docked.  We seem to lose a
lot in transportation now."

   I knew what he was talking about.  The Mexicans always ripped us off
when we sent product north.  Carlos was motioning me toward the door.  I
followed him.

   "Got to stop in Snake's office for a minute." In we went.  The lights
were on in the den below and I could see into the room from above, like the
walls were glass.  There were two young girls sitting at the bar and
another two sitting on one of the couches.  Two blondes, one a very light
brown and the last was a dark brunette.  None of them were over seventeen,
maybe eighteen.

   They were all dressed to party; short shorts, tight pants, sexy tops
that showed lots of skin.  The two on the couch were each drinking a coke
and laughing.  They were all white but the dark brunette appeared to have a
great tan.  She was facing toward the back of the bar and drinking what
looked like an orange drink.

   I dug out the bottle of the real good shit and watched them while I
packed a small nug in a pipe.  I was oblivious to what Carlos was doing or
whether he was even in the room.

   Chapter Seventy-one

   Carlos was sitting at Snake's desk, just watching.  He knew he'd scored
and would have to thank Erin for the suggestion.  Willy was taking a hit
off his pipe.  Carlos noticed that it was the stuff from the bottle.

   "Save some of that for me, Willy.  And I hope you've got enough for our
friends downstairs."

   I turned toward him, just registering his voice.  He was getting up and
coming around the desk.  "Took Trina to dinner the other night at that new
place, your friend, Carmen's managing.  Let's just say she's been
disappointed that you haven't come by to see her." He was near me, putting
his arm around my shoulders and turning me back to the glass wall.  "You
know how women are, Willy.  Especially Latin women.  Maybe she talked
carelessly about your past while we were dining ?" He chuckled then
continued.

   "The blondes are from the Ukraine.  They've been in the states for
several months.  Don't speak English worth a shit.  The dark haired girl is
from Eastern Europe some place and speaks okay English.  The light haired
one hails from Chicago.  She's been out here for a couple of years,
working. She's eighteen.  The others, well they're several years younger."

   I was passing him a pipe with the dank shit in it.  He took a hit.  "So
what are we waiting for ?" I asked.  He walked away from me to the door.  I
turned to follow.

   "Yo, Carlos." He turned just short of the door.  "Thanks, buddy.  I
think I'm going to like this." I took another small bottle out of my
pocket. There were several small blue pills rolling around inside.  I shook
it for Carlos.  "These things give you a hardon for over an hour.  Wait an
hour, take another one and it happens again.  I've never taken more than
two in one day."

   "Viagra ?" Carlos asked while looking at the pills in the bottle.

   "No.  Long story.  Don't think I'll have time tonight." I took the
bottle out of his hand and headed for the door.  "Come on, Carlos.  Times a
wasting."

   The dark brunette, Silvia, saw them come through the door first.  The
other three were laughing at something.  Silvia was bored even if the money
was top rate.  More than she'd made in all the time she'd been in America.
Carlos and another guy.  The other guy was old, obviously a pervert.

   The old man moved behind the bar while putting a small bottle on the bar
top.  He had a pipe in his hand.  Silvia hoped the dope was good.  The two
blondes were now sitting at the bar and the girl with the light brown hair
was turned around, facing the old man.

   "Hi !  My name's Willy.  I believe all you ladies know Carlos.  I can't
believe how lucky you are tonight.  You're going to get to smoke some of
the best marijuana grown." I leaned forward and whispered.  "And it's going
to make you more horny than you've ever been before.  Then you're gonna let
Carlos and I fuck the living shit out of you." Carlos was with the blondes
to my left.  He burst out laughing.

   "So who's first ?" I held the pipe out.  Her name was Jasmin.  The one
from Chicago.

   "I'll go." I handed her the pipe.  She knew Carlos by reputation only
but that was enough.  Jasmin took a big hit and fell right off the bar
stool.  She would have hit the ground if Carlos wasn't standing behind her.

   Carlos sat her back up on the bar stool.  She was nodding her head up
and down in no particular rythym.  Finally she looked up.  "Wooow !  That
is the best weed I've ever smoked and I've smoked a lot of weed.  I am
totally fucked up on one hit.  I'm plugged in !  Wow !"

   I was taking a huge hit.  My eyes closed.  I pulled one of the blondes
across the bar and put my lips against hers, opened her mouth and filled
her lungs with a huge hit of mary jane.  I let her sit back.  She was
looking at the ceiling and then said something in Russian.  I got an
immediate hardon.

   I motioned for the other blonde to come back behind the bar.  Carlos was
turning up the stereo.  Jasmin was dancing around the end of the bar.  The
little blonde hardly came to my chest.  She was wearing these skin tight
hot pants and her cunt lips were quite prominent at her crotch.  She had
small mounds for breasts that hardly bounced but her nipples were quite
prominent through her top.

   I put the pipe to her lips and she sucked a good long time.  I held her
up as she leaned against me.  Carlos had another pipe going and was giving
them all a second hit.  My hardon was uncomfortable so I told the little
blonde in Russian to open my pants.  She looked real surprised and answered
me in Russian.  Hey !  I only know a couple of phrases.

   When I tell her again she reaches for my fly.  Down comes the zipper and
out pops my erection.  She laughs.  No one is sitting at the bar.  All the
girls are standing and dancing around except for the one I'm fucking with.
She's stroking my cock.  I tell her to go down on me in Russian.  I'll
admit that the phrases I know are very important !

   She dropped to her knees and popped my hardon into her mouth in seconds.
She'd sucked a dick or two, I imagined.  I put a hand on her head and
fucked her face for a second or two before packing another bowl.

   Some of the girls were getting naked.  The brunette had her top off and
indeed she had a nice tan surrounding her milk white titties with big
round, brown areolae.  She had some tight pants on and was humping her
crotch like she was playing an air guitar.

   I motioned for her to come around the back of the bar where I was
getting a tremendous blow job from this tiny blonde.  I pulled her to me
and bent to suck on her tits.  Her hand found it's way to my ass, pushing
my cock into her friend's mouth.  I found Carlos over on one of the couches
getting a blowjob from the eighteen year old.

   I knew I was going to fuck them all and was starting to pull the
brunette's pants off.  She helped me and was naked in just moments.  The
blonde was still fully clothed and blowing me, her lips sliding back and
forth on my very hot hardon.  I pulled her to her feet.  Both the brunette
and I worked on getting her naked.  She had small mounds for tits with
tiny, round, brown areolae.  I pinched her nipples as I drove my tongue
into her mouth.

   I dragged my two to the vacant couch and sat them down.  I got the
blonde licking my balls while the brunette sucked my cock.  I had one on
each side of me and wiggled a finger into each of their very wet pussies.
Carlos already had the blonde bouncing up and down on his monster cock.  I
left mine for a bit and had the one riding Carlos suck my cock.

   I was back with mine and had then both kneeling on the couch.  I'd
thrown the cushions to the floor.  The blonde had such a cute, tight butt.
I pried it open and licked at her asshole.  It puckered up.  I drilled my
tongue into her.  She squealed.  I moved to the brunette and lathered up
her cunt with my finger before slipping it deep in her bowels.  She bucked
a couple of times and then her anus tightened on my finger.  I reamed my
tongue into her hairy asshole and massaged her clit with my thumb.  She
came and came again when I got to my feet and pushed my hardon into her
butt hole.....

   .....The blonde was sitting on my face.  I was eating her cunt, nice and
tasty.  The other blonde was bouncing her reamed out asshole up and down on
my cock.  Carlos had done the reaming out before she got to me.  When I got
rid of the blondes I took a break.

   Carlos had started boning one of the blondes.  I was wiped out and I
know I slept for a while.  It was late when I woke.  Carlos was gone.  All
the bimbos were left behind.  The were lying on the couches, still naked. I
walked naked to the bar, found the pills and opened the bottle.  Down the
hatch.  I looked over at the naked flesh I was going to enjoy and swallowed
some whiskey.....

   .....I found myself lying naked on one of the couches.  The girls were
gone.  Carlos was standing behind the bar, drinking a bloody mary.  He was
holding a computer disk between two fingers and flipping it back and forth.

   "I didn't believe it until I watched a bit of the video.  Quite a feat,
Mister Tamarack.  Thought you might like video of the event.  Only copy.  I
promise." He dropped the disk on the bar top.  "You look like you could use
a bloody mary, buddy."

   I crawled off the couch and struggled to the bar.  The bloody mary
tasted great.  "When you takin' me home ?  I need a couple of days rest."
He laughed and filled my glass with more red liquid.

   *****

   It was hot outside.  The sun had just set but it was still very light
out.  Summer in the desert.  The judge was in his home office.  It was cool
inside.  You could hear the air-conditioner humming.  He looked at the
computer screen for the second time.  Then he re-read the words of the
announcement several times before he got up from his desk and wandered into
the kitchen.  The number was written in pencil just above the wall phone.
There were dozens of numbers written all around the wall phone in both
pencil and ink.  Some were real, some were bogus.  He knew which was which.

   Close to twenty years and he'd never called his number.  Oh !  He'd
provided Willy with lots of information over the years.  Never anything
specific, just general knowledge about the drug warriors in town.  He would
never have given him a heads up while he was on the bench.  That was much
too risky no matter what Willy did for his nephew years and years ago.

   Letting him read a closed D.E.A.  investigation report from five years
ago was not an outlandish request.  The very first time he had ever asked
for anything but friendship, several belts of "Jack" and some good bull
shit late at night.  Well, Willy had contributed to his re-elections over
the years and argued for the legalization of marijuana from the beginning.

   The phone was ringing.  It went to an answering machine.  It was a
woman's voice who told him to leave a message.  All he said was, "Got some
info you might find interesting.  I'll be home tonight." Then he hung up.

   Out at Lake Las Vegas Erin listened as the Judge recorded his message.
She had no idea who he was.  Willy and Amanda were down stairs harvesting.
The trap door was open so she climbed down to the lower level and yelled
into grow room number two.

   "Willy, you got a call on phone number two.  He left a message." Erin
climbed back upstairs and went back to weighing and bagging weed.

   Chapter Seventy-two

   I listened to the message.  The number was the Judge's.  He didn't sound
alarmed, like he was warning me.  I didn't think he'd do that anyway but
you never can tell what people, you've done a favor for, will do in return.

   "Erin, I'll be going into town tonight.  We got gas, right ?" She was
nodding her head.  The Judge's phone was ringing.  He picked up on the
second ring.  That meant he was hanging out in the kitchen waiting for my
call.  I was anxious.

   "Hello." The judge answered.

   "I'm on my way." I said.

   "Look forward to seeing you." The phone went dead.  I rushed upstairs
and started changing.  Jeans, a dark, long sleave "T" shirt, good
topsiders. I threw on a dark Hawaiian print shirt and was out of the Villa
in under five minutes.  He'd never called before.....

   .....Thank God for the two-fifteen !  I was cruising through his
neighborhood less than an hour after I recieved his call.  I parked several
blocks away and kept a good scan going on windows and porches as I walked
toward the Judge's house.  I slipped into the alley way and trotted down
several houses.  I crouched and waited for a minute or two.

   Nobody entered the alley.  You could never discount that someone might
set you up.  I walked down two more houses and opened a gate.  I entered
the yard and closed the gate.  I was next door to the Judge.  I climbed up
a trelless and looked into the Judge's backyard.  It was empty and the
lights were off.  The house was dark but I could see a glow from the
kitchen.

   I watched for three or four minutes, until I saw the shadow of the Judge
come to his sliding glass door and look out at his back wall.  That's where
he expected me to show up.  When he turned and left the sliding glass door,
I jumped up on to the top of the wall and slipped over into the Judge's
yard.  I crouched and stayed in the darkness, moving along the wall until I
came to a pool storage shed.

   I walked briskly to the patio and the sliding glass doors.  Open and
closed.  I was in and stood off to the side of the dark room with my back
to the wall.  I was armed as I was wearing a very fat money belt under my
shirt.  And well, you never knew what might happen when you're called out
at night.  A minute or so later the Judge walked into the room, toward the
sliding glass door.

   "Hi !  Judge." I whispered.  He jerked in surprise before turning to
face me, standing against the dinning room wall.

   "I'd say you're back in the game, Willy.  Come on into the kitchen. 
This won't take long."

   I followed the Judge.  He had a bottle of Jack with two ice filled
glasses on the breakfast room table.  He sat.  I sat.  He poured.  There
was a single sheet of paper on the table.  He held up his glass and we
toasted.  We drank several sips in silence.

   He nodded toward the paper off to the side.  "Read it.  You can't take
it with you." I read.  My pulse quickened.  My brain was in high gear
trying to figure the angles.  It appeared to be an internal news release.
"...due to a department reorganization special assistant to Chief of
Agents, Charles something or other, Former Special Agent Mindy Weathers'
position will be discontinued.  Ms.  Weathers will be furloughed
indefinitely."

   I looked up at the Judge and tossed the paper back on to the table.  I
took another drink.  He started talking.  "Found it too co-incedental. 
This Mindy Weathers is involved in a case you're interested in that's five
years old.  And then this same agent is involved in a big cluster fuck,
that shooting out on Nellis in January.  And now she's being canned.  Begs
a lot of questions."

   "Certainly does, Judge.  What's your take ?" I asked.  He took another
drink before answering.

   "Could be they're trying to get her back into the under cover game,
maybe move her to another jurisdiction ?" He paused for a moment then
continued.  "Then they could be running an operation on someone who burned
them ?" He stared at me for a long while.  I held his gaze until he
continued again.  "Or maybe, she just couldn't cut it.  Her partner was
retired after the shooting as he was drunk as a skunk is what I heard. 
That was an expensive operation back five years ago with the boat that came
up clean.  Now that shooting in town.  I heard their stories were almost
comical, talking about phone calls from Alaska and covert meetings with
some mystery drug dealer." The Judge had a very suspicious look on his face
when he finished.  Maybe it was more curious than suspicious ?  I was
working hard at maintaining my poker face while I asked.

   "So what do you think, Judge ?" He answered almost immediately.

   "I think she's been terminated.  Not unusual in her line of work with
that type of performance."

   I stood and opened my shirt.  No doubt the Judge observed the gun.  I
stripped off the money belt.  There were ten packets of cash.  Each a
thousand dollars in twenties.  I placed five of them on the table.  "I
found these in the alley way behind your house.  Was pretty sure they were
yours.  Thanks, Judge.  I'll stay in touch."

   "I'll keep my ears open." I took a good slug of "Jack" and left through
the sliding glass doors.  I waited until I was in the panel truck before
dialing.

   *****

   Mandy was waiting right out in front of the bar.  The 'Vette was turning
into the parking lot.  It drove right up to her and the passenger door
opened.  Carlos Santiago leaned down and looked up at her.  "Hop in,
Mandy." She got in, Carlos reached across her, brushing her tits in the
process, and closed the door.  His face was close to hers.

   "Amanda told me you love sushi.  Did she lie to me ?" Mandy Hooter was
horny beyond belief.  Amanda Fisher had shared with her the size of Mister
Santiago's cock.  She was very excited to be here.  Perry was home with
Wendy but knew exactly where she was and what she'd be doing.  This was
business.  Perry and Mandy Hooter and her daughter felt much safer knowing
that Carlos was keeping an eye on their activities.

   "She didn't lie, Carlos.  I do love sushi.  Where we going ?" Mandy had
eaten at most of the best sushi places in the 'Vegas Valley.

   "Some place special, Mandy." He placed his hand on her thigh as he
accelerated on to the ninety-five heading north.  They talked about sales
and how much their customers were clamoring for more of the Buffalo Brand.

   When they arrived at the hotel/casino on the north end of the strip, the
valet called Mister Santiago by name.  Carlos had his hand on the small of
her back as he guided her to the elevator bank off the main lobby.  They
rode to the top floor and Carlos let her into a suite of rooms through
double doors.

   The sushi chef was standing by his station, a rolling cart that was
close to six feet long.  Mandy ran ahead to look at the delicacies the chef
would be offering.

   "Oh !  Carlos, this is unbelievable !" Mandy exclaimed.  Carlos was over
at the window pulling the drapes apart.  The "Strip" was starting to
sparkle to the south.  Mandy turned and then ran to the window.  Carlos put
his arm around her, getting a good feel of a heavy breast in the process.

   Mandy was more than excited.  The sushi chef was starting to make sushi.
She was drinking very expensive Japanese beer from very large frosted
bottles.  Carlos had some of Willy's primo weed and Mandy was stoned as
shit as she started eating sushi.....

   .....She was naked and on her hands and knees between his legs.  Her
head was bobbing over his naked groin.  She'd never sucked such a large
cock and had been doing it from just about the time the sushi chef left the
suite.  His first load had damn near drowned her.  After that she rode his
magnificant cock for what seemed like hours, her pear shaped melons
bouncing up and down until her cunt sucked several injections of semen into
her womb.  Her head was still bobbing up and down over his pole.  Her mouth
was sore, streached around the girth of Carlos' cock.

   "Riiiing...Ring...Riiiing !" It wasn't her phone, she thought, and then
remembered her clothes were in the other room anyway.  She kept sucking
cock.  He rolled over toward the night stand.  She kept right on sucking.
He was long, hard and thick.  She was on her side, her hands jerking him
off while her lips worked on the head of his dick.

   Only a hand full of guys could make Carlos phone ring with that jingle.
It wasn't Snake or Casey.  They had a different ring.  He looked at the
phone screen and started laughing.  Mandy pulled her mouth off of his cock
and asked.

   "What's so fucking funny !?"

   Carlos answered her.  "It's Tamarack.  Answer it for me, Mandy." Mandy
grabbed the phone and pressed talk.

   "Hello." Mandy whispered into the phone.

   I immediately recognized Mandy's voice.  I chuckled into the phone.  "I
hope Carlos is with you."

   "He is." She was looking into the smiling face of Carlos and handed him
the phone.

   "What can I do for you, Willy ?"

   "Sounds like you're having fun !  Sorry to interrupt.  Remember the
female agent ?" I'd try talking around the subject, keeping key words to a
minimum.

   A moments hesitation.  "Yea." Cautious.

   "Do me a favor.  Find her for me.  She's been canned." I looked at my
watch.  It was just a little before ten.  The announcement was date/time
stamped at 17:32 this afternoon.  "She'll be in a cheap bar and probably
pretty fucked up by now.  Then I'll need back-up and secure transport to a
very secure, very nice place where we won't be disturbed for a couple of
days.  Trust me on this.  This is a big opportunity."

   Carlos came quickly alert.  "Call you back in five minutes." He pressed
stop and sat up.  Mandy was sitting at his feet.  Her breasts looked
magnificient, all white surrounded by all that tan skin.  Her areolae were
as dark as her tan and stood out on her white tits.

   Carlos dialed Casey's number.  He answered on ring number five and
sounded pretty stoned.  Carlos told him what he needed and he needed it
now. Casey closed the connection, rolled the teenager out of his lap and
walked across the room to his computer.  He sat and typed for two or three
minutes; attached a file to the email and sent it.

   Carlos dialed Snake next and talked for almost five minutes before
terminating the call.

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Twenty-five
   "The Seduction" 

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