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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - The Seduction
Part: 25 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 in persuit of
a female D.E.A.  agent who has just been canned by the government.  Willy
wants to turn her to the dark side !?

   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 Seduction

   (MF oral anal)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

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

   Chapter Seventy-three

   The woman had been in the bar since about two this afternoon and was
well on the way to having a hell of a hangover tomorrow morning.  The guy,
sitting next to her, started paying for her drinks shortly after he came
in, around five or so.  They were both very drunk but had quieted down
since they wolfed down some burgers and fries, about eight.

   The bartender's cell phone rang.  He looked at the sender and then
downloaded the message.  The picture came next.  The woman, sitting down
the bar, had seen better days from the looks of it.  The bartender dialed
the number.  It was picked up on the second ring.  He recognized the voice
and reported that the woman was here.  The voice told him he was on the
way.

   Carlos was already dressed.  Mandy was lying back on the bed, covered by
a sheet to her waist.  Her bountiful melons staring back at him.  He closed
his phone.  "I've got to run an errand or two.  Do you need to get home ?"

   Mandy shook her head from side to side and her breasts shifted around on
her chest.  She put a hand under each breast and held them out to him. 
"I'll be waiting right here, Carlos."

   Carlos left the suite and called Tamarack on the way to the elevator.  I
picked up on the first ring.  I was still parked over by the Judge's house;
as safe a place as any and beat just driving around.  I'd called Carlos
eighteen minutes ago.

   "Yea." He would know I was anxious.

   "Found her.  Buzzies or Fuzzies.  Know it ?  South on Decator, near the
two-fifteen.  I'm your back-up and fifteen minutes away."

   "I'll meet you in the parking lot." I told him.  I started the panel
truck.

   *****

   I parked well away from the entrance and shut off the engine.  I stayed
in the panel truck and watched.  Three minutes later a limo pulled into the
other end of the parking lot and parked.  It's lights went off.  A minute
later Carlos' 'Vette drove into the parking lot and parked next to the
limo. It's lights went off.  I got out of the panel truck and walked toward
the other end of the parking lot.

   The limo driver was sitting in the passenger seat of the limo and
talking with Carlos through the open window.  I'd taken off the Hawaiian
shirt which left me in my long sleave, dark "T" shirt, jeans and topsiders.
I slipped into the passenger seat of the 'Vette.  Carlos clapped me on the
thigh.  "I'm missin' a primo piece of ass checking your six, buddy."

   I laughed.  It was a nervous laugh.  "I know, Carlos.  Thanks.  This
shouldn't take long."

   "You just going to go in and grab her ?"

   "Nah.  I think she'll come with me."

   Carlos turned to the limo driver.  "This is Eddie.  He knows where to
take you.  Call me when you get settled.  Okay ?  I'm hanging it out with
Snake on this."

   "Promise, Carlos."

   "Okay.  Let me go in first, to make sure everything is cool.  The
bartender knows me." He was out of the car and moving toward the entrance.
I waited until he entered the bar before getting out of the 'Vette and
following him.

   Carlos entered the dimly lit bar.  He found the woman immediately.  She
was laughing loudly with a guy that looked to be in his mid-thirties.  By
his dress he was in construction or plumbing or electric work - a union
type.  Carlos was going to enjoy this.  He wanted to see how the old man
handled him.  Why ?  Well, that's what he was betting on, wasn't it ?

   Snake had not been pleased, felt they should stay as far away from this
woman as possible.  She'd come after them once.  Carlos had insisted but he
knew it had to turn out good.

   The bartender was getting him a beer.  He slipped two hundreds across
the bar and whispered, "Thanks, Ken.  Good job.  Probably be a little
action in a few minutes.  I'll make sure it's good." The bartender smiled
and looked down at the couple half way down the bar.  He was thinking he
was glad he wasn't the guy with the good looking lady.  Well, her picture
was hot.

   I entered the bar and saw Carlos immediately.  The bartender turned to
look at me but I was already searching for Mindy Weathers.  There she was.
The guy was on the other side of her.  Good.  There was a couple playing
pool and several others scattered around, playing the machines.

   I walked right up to her and leaned down.  "Mindy, sorry to hear you got
canned." The woman turned to face me.  Her eyes were bloodshot with dark
circles below them.  She'd known about this for a while.  Her face was
clouded with confusion.  "Let me take you to a nice place.  You can freshen
up and we'll talk.  Come on, Mindy."

   The guy, on the other side of her, leaned back and yelled.  "Hey
asshole, can't you see she's with someone.  Back off, old man, or I'll kick
your ass."

   I ignored him.  "What do you say, Mindy ?  This guy's a loser.  Get your
purse."

   The guy lunged around Mindy and tried to push me away.  I took hold of
his arm and pulled him off his bar stool.  He fell to the floor and was on
his hands and knees when I kicked him in the side as he tried to get up. 
He collapased to the ground and retched.  I put one foot on his neck.  He
was still retching.  "Go, Mindy...I'll meet you at the door."

   Mindy Weathers had turned around in her seat and watched the old man
disable the guy who was hitting on her.  She only had an impression of him
but she'd met him before.  Where ?  When ?  The voice, she recognized. 
When he commanded her to go to the door, she went.

   I pulled out a roll of hundreds, pealed off two and threw them on the
bar.  Pretty much everyone was looking my way.  Carlos hadn't moved,
neither had the bartender.  "My wife..." I let that drain off into nothing.
"Pay everyone's tab.  The rest is for your trouble."

   Mindy was standing by the door so I immediately put my hand in the
middle of her back and moved her out doors.  I headed her right toward the
limo and opened the back door.  In she went and sprawled across the back
seat.  I sat across from her and then tapped the glass.  The limo backed up
and was out of the parking lot in seconds.  We were speeding north on
Decator.

   Her legs were spread and the crotch of her slacks was tight up against
her cunt.  Great camel toe shot !  I felt a stirring in my crotch.  She was
starting to sit up.  As bad as she looked, she was still hot.  Her blouse
was all wrinkled, her hair a mess.  Her pumps were scuffed and so was her
purse.

   She ran a hand through her dark hair.  "You look georgeous.  Are you
carrying a weapon ?" The man spoke.  His eyes were boring into her.  She
shook her head back and forth.  He held out his hand so she handed her
purse over to him.  He looked through it then handed it back.

   I knocked on the glass again.  It slid open.  "How long ?" I called up
front.  I heard him say three minutes.  Shit !  I had no idea where we
were. Two minutes later we descended and spiraled down into a garage of
some kind.  Eddie reversed the turn and we went lower.  He stopped the limo
and got out.  The back door opened.

   "We're here.  Need help ?" He asked.

   "Come on, Mindy.  Get out of the limo." She moved toward the door and I
watched her butt move around in her tight slacks.  Eddie was standing next
to her when I got out.  I took her by the elbow and followed Eddie.

   Eddie shielded the girl from the control box then motioned his head.  I
looked over his shoulder as he typed three-six-seven-one.  He looked at me.
I nodded.  "Room number upstairs, too." He handed me one of those plastic
cards.

   The elevator door opened.  "Thanks, Eddie." I slipped him a hundred and
guided Mindy into the elevator.  I pressed up.  The machine started rising
and rising and rising.  There was no indicator in the elevator.  We
stopped. The door opened.  The hallway went three ways.  I looked for a
sign.  There was none.  I turned left, don't all fighter pilots !?

   Chapter Seventy-four

   The room was around the next corner and when I slipped the card into the
slot, the door opened.  I took Mindy by the hand and pulled her into the
suite.  The room had a bar and a large, glass desk.  Several pieces of
stuffed furniture littered the room and both walls had large, big screen
T.V.s.

   I took in the terriffic view of the Strip while I pulled Mindy toward
the double doors on the left, away from the bar and glass desk.  It was a
bedroom.  There was a bathroom off to the left of the kingsize bed.  I
pulled her toward it.  It was huge and had double sinks, a huge glass
shower with hot tub and a sauna.

   "Clean yourself up, Mindy.  You look like hell.  I'll meet you at the
bar in the other room and decide if we can continue tonight." I left the
bathroom and dug out my phone on the way to the bar.  His phone was
ringing.

   Mandy answered again.  "Does your husband know where you are ?" I
inquired.

   She started laughing and then I heard Carlos' voice.  "How things going
?"

   "Just got uptairs.  Thanks, Carlos.  This is a palace, exactly what I
wanted.  She's in the bathroom.  I'll be at least a couple of days.  How do
we eat ?  And she'll need new clothes.  I can get the girls to buy them but
will need your help to deliver them.  Fuck !  Where am I Carlos ?"

   He laughed into the phone before answering.  "You're in a very secure
location.  Go to the bar.  Top drawer has some pharmecuticles that you may
find useful.  Dial two seven two seven to get the kitchen.  Order anything
you want.  They send it up on one of those dumb waiter things under the
bar. Eddie's your transport and will be down stairs unless you send him
home.  Then just call him.  You got his number, right ?"

   I was behind the bar.  I found the drugs and the dumb waiter.  "Can't
thank you enough, Carlos.  I'll call you tomorrow.  Not early, I promise."
I disconnected and then dialed Eddie's number.  He picked up on ring number
one.  "Eddie, go home.  I'll call you if I need you."

   I heard "Thanks" before I turned off the phone.  I looked up and found
Mindy Weathers coming into the room.  She looked very hot.  Her hair was
combed, dark, wavy and shoulder length.  Her blouse was tucked into her
slacks and tight against her impressive bust line.  She had her handbag
slung over her shoulder.....

   .....She'd stood in front of the mirror for several minutes before she
attempted to do anything.  What was going on !?  Who was this man whom she
just allowed to abduct her and bring her here...And where is here ?  She
straightened her blouse.  It had been pressed this morning.  The slacks
were tight.  She'd gained some weight sitting at a desk for five months. 
And she hated it.  And they knew she hated it.  She wore it as a badge. 
And now they made her pay for it.  She was out on the street with nothing
but several month's pay.  Her career a train wreck and a future filled with
mindless security work for some piss ant company.  She felt sick to her
stomach as the reality of her situation engulfed her.

   She splashed water on her face.  Who was this guy ?  She knew she'd met
him before.  The voice, she was positive of.  Where ?  Where ?  Where ? 
She put on some lip stick.  She knew she was still very drunk but the
adrenlin rushing through her body had sobered her up just a bit.  She was
already wondering what kind of impression she would make.  Fuck !  Who was
he !?

   Mindy wished she had more eye make-up.  She took one last look in the
mirror then left the bathroom and found her way to the bar.  He was
standing behind the bar.

   "Good morning, Sunshine !" I called to her.  I noticed the reaction from
across the room.  She came to a complete halt and just stared at me.  I
continued.  "Want a drink, beautiful ?"

   "It's you !" She called across the room to me.  "Willy Tamarack !"

   "No.  I'm William B.  Tamarack.  The `B' stands for Buffalo.  My friends
call me Buffalo." She remained where she was.

   "You set us up !  Got Wayne killed !  You were the shooter and those two
women of yours were the nuns." She accused.

   "Are you refering to my wife, Erin O'Connell, and our niece, Amanda
Fisher ?  Come join me, Mindy.  You look like you could use a drink."

   She came toward the bar, slowly.  I set up a couple of glasses and was
filling them with ice.  "What'll you have ?  And no I didn't set you up.  I
was no where near where Wayne got killed.  Neither was my wife or niece. 
Wayne's over eagerness to apprehend me after being told that I was off
limits was what set you up and, incidently, got him killed." I had poured a
couple of fingers of Jack from a decanter into one of the glasses.

   "Is that Jack Daniels ?" Mindy interrupted.  I nodded my head and poured
a couple of inches into the other tumbler full of ice.  She took the
tumbler and drank.

   "Did you ever see one piece of official paper work authorizing what you
and Davies and Wayne were doing ?  Warrants to enter people's homes and
interrorgate them ?  Tap phones ?  Did you guys have any of that ?" I
bombarded her with questions she couldn't answer because she'd only seen
what Wayne had on his personal computer.  The last file on Willy Tamarack
in government hands.

   She drank again and let his questions bounce around inside her head. 
Maybe it would be better if they talked tomorrow ?  She looked across the
bar at him.  He was at least sixty but had a great tan where he wasn't
bearded.  His facial hair was all gray as was the hair on his head.  His
eyes bored into her, waiting for answers.

   "Could we talk tomorrow ?  And what is this all about anyway ?  I'm
fucked up.  Had a big day, losing my job." She looked into his eyes.  They
sparkled.  He killed his drink and poured some more.

   "Sure, tomorrow.  You are one sexy lady, Mindy Weathers.  I don't think
I've met a woman who has sex running through her veins like you since my
late wife, Carol.  She was a man eater and very good at what she did.  I
feel the power you have over men.  You just need to learn how to use it." I
took another drink then topped off her drink.

   "You've smoked weed, right ?  While you were undercover.  Yea ?" She was
looking over her glass at me.  "I grow the best marijuana in the world.  It
makes you horny.  Smoke some with me."

   I had the small bottle out and was pinching off some bud into a pipe. 
There were two blue pills in the bottle also.  My traveling stash.  You
never know when you'll need the good stuff and some staying power !

   "So Wayne was right ?  You grow marijuana." She asked and answered.

   I passed her the pipe.  "Yea, sure.  I grow weed.  Don't take a big hit,
it'll knock you out." I lit the lighter.  It was several moments before she
put the pipe to her lips.  I moved the lighter and she took a tentative
hit. "Oh !  You can do better than that." She took the lighter from me and
ripped.  Her eyes closed and she grabbed for the bar with both hands.  The
pipe and lighter fell into her lap.  I quickly came around the bar and
retrieved them.

   She was still holding on to the bar while I started packing the pipe
again.  I was taking a hit when she finally let go.  "Good shit, Agent
Weathers ?" She was nodding her head up and down.  I could tell that she
was totally fucked up.  I was getting excited, my cock was starting to
stir. Her breasts were larger than Mandy's, much larger than Carol's.  I
was eager to get them out of her blouse.

   I took another hit.  She just stared at me.  I reached for her closest
breast and weighed it in the palm of my hand.  I moved my thumb to her
nipple, which was now making a noticable bump in her blouse, and started to
flick it.  It became more turgid.  I had my other hand on the small of her
back.  She was stuck on the bar stool.  I nibbled on her exposed neck.

   "Come on, you can tell me.  It's the best weed you've ever smoked and it
is making you horny, isn't it ?" My hand was on her other breast.  "Come
on, Mindy, you want cock.  It's right there.  Go for it." I was rubbing my
now very turgid cock against her hip.

   Mindy was allowing him to feel her breasts.  It felt good.  She'd been
going without a regular fuck now since Anderson retired and that abortion
of a case.  His fingers were pinching her nipples, pulling on them.  She
reached for his cock.  It was hard.  Her hand was squeezing it.

   "That's it, Mindy." I slid my hand down to her crotch.  Her legs fell
open.  I began rubbing her cunt.  I could feel her plump lips.  She was
ready to fuck now but it was going to be a while.  I stepped away from her;
my jeans were tented.  "Now, I want you to get down on your knees and take
it out."

   Mindy slid off the bar stool.  He was just standing there.  She dropped
to her knees and crawled to him.  He was smiling down at her when she
reached for his belt and started to unbuckle it.  She was working on the
buttons when his cock popped out, hard as rock and hot to the touch.  She
jerked it with her hand as she tugged his jeans down.  He wasn't wearing
any underwear.

   He kicked off his tennis shoes and stepped out of his jeans.  Then he
pulled her across the room and sat on a couch.  His cock was pointing at
the ceiling and bouncing around as he walked.  He patted the couch right
next to him.  "On your knees." His cock was again pointing at the ceiling,
surrounded by a near hairless groin.  She kneeled down and moments later
found her face rubbing against the hottest boner she'd ever felt.  His hand
grabbed a handfull of her hair and rubbed her face against his cock and
balls.

   "Suck it, Mindy.  Show me how much you love cock." She started working
on me, never once looking up at me.  She was very good and soon couldn't
overcome her restraint.  She wanted it and began fucking my cock with her
mouth.  I let her go and had a wonderful orgasm as she slid her lips up and
down my saliva soaked dick.

   She smiled up at me when my dick shrunk out of her mouth.  Her cheeks
and lips were glistening with her saliva.  "Very nice, Mindy.  You give
good head." I got up off the couch and left her on her knees.  I rubbed my
wet crotch against her face and then went to the bar.  She followed after
getting up off the floor.

   "Get naked, Mindy.  I want to fuck you." She looked at my dick as she
worked on her slacks while kicking off her two inch pumps.  She was
shorter. It turned me on.  I held out the pipe while she got naked and she
took two hits.  I also popped a blue pill.  Superman to the rescue !

   Her slacks were on the floor and she was wearing just panties, white and
very skimpy.  "Turn around." I commanded.  She turned her butt to me.  It
was more than half exposed.  I walked up to her and gave both of her cheeks
a squeeze.  "Very nice but you need to start working out." I stepped away
from her and sat on the couch.

   Mindy wiggled her butt at him while she pulled her panties down and
threw them over her shoulder at him.  She looked back and found him pulling
on his cock.  She started working on her blouse with her back to him.  It
was off and on the floor.  Her bra ended up there just moments later.

   Chapter Seventy-five

   "Back up." I commanded.  She took one step.  "Keep coming." I sat on the
edge of the couch and took her hips in my hands when she got close enough.
"Bend over."

   She did and I spread the cheeks of her butt apart with my thumbs.  She
had a good patch of dark pubes surrounding her asshole but nothing growing
on her thighs or butt cheeks.  I licked from her taint to her asshole,
reaming my tongue into her puckered hole.  She bucked straight up so I
spanked her ass hard.  It made quite a noise in the room and she cried out.

   "Bend over and don't move again unless I tell you to." She bent over and
I started again.  She was straining not to move as my tongue reamed into
her anus.  I got my thumb working on her plump cunt lips and was soon
stumming away on her clitoris.  She was moaning and groaning a little when
I let my thumb slip into her asshole.  She squeezed it real hard and
started pushing back against it.

   She liked something in her butt and was close to being out of control.
She wanted to get fucked so bad.  She'd do anything.  He was licking her
again, his thumb now in her vagina.  She was so juicy it was dribbling out
of her.  He was tongue fucking her cunt and using his hands on her tits,
pulling on her nipples.  She was pushing back at his face, between the
cheeks of her ass.

   I pushed her away a little and then stood.  When she started to stand I
spanked her ass hard again.  I reached between her legs and slid two
fingers into her cunt and my thumb into her ass.  She started cuming,
grabbing her ankles and pumping back against my digits.  She was loud.

   "Oh !  Fuck !" She exclaimed.  "I'm cummming !" Another exclaimation.  I
yanked my digits out of her and spanked her ass.  Hardly a love tap.

   "Come on, Mindy.  You're pretty hot." She was watching his dick bounce
around again like it did before, pointing at the ceiling.  He hopped up on
the bed and lay on his back.  "Climb up here and fuck me." He was holding
his dick up, pointing at the ceiling.  She climbed up on the bed.

   I watched her melons swing around as she climbed on to the bed.  She had
dark, wide areolae with a large, almost dime size, nipple.  She stood.  Her
crotch was full of a growing, dark bush.  She'd been shaved recently.  I
stroked my cock as she stepped over me and squatted over my cock.  She
leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders.  I grabbed her hips, she
sat on my cock and then started slapping her ass on and off my thighs and
hips, driving my cock in and out of her very juicy cunt.

   Her tits were bouncing around as she fucked herself on and off me.  I
bit at them as they flashed by my face and occasionally got one in my
mouth. I reached around her, spread her butt apart, then slipped a finger
into her asshole.  I started bucking up into her and she started coming
apart.  I rolled her over and kept banging her, pulling her legs up over my
shoulders and really "T"ing off in her.  I kept my finger digging around in
her asshole and she was like a snake below me.

   I finished up with her on her knees and my dick deep in her bowels.  She
was fucking back at me.  I was spanking her and slapping at her tits.  I
hadn't fucked like this since that night with Carol so long ago, just
before the fire at the cabin.  I'd fucked Mindy down on to the mattress,
still slamming my dick in and out of her butthole.  She'd stopped screaming
and yelling about orgasms several minutes ago.  I rolled off her and found
the clock reading four-thirty.  Doubt I'll be up at five today.

   *****

   Mindy Weathers rolled over.  The room was dark.  The clock read
two-thirty.  It couldn't be morning, could it ?  She was alone and naked in
a kingsize bed and couldn't remember how she got there.  She looked around
for her clothes but found only a large, white terry cloth bathrobe hanging
over a chair.  She sat up.  Dizziness engulfed her.  She fell back on to
the mattress and thought that two-thirty was much too early to get up.....

   .....I'd been up since about eleven in the a.m.  Showered but felt real
weak and pretty shitty.  I called 2727 and ordered a hearty breakfast then
mixed a very strong bloody mary from the well stocked bar.  I also smoked a
joint from this huge glass gobblet full of joints on the bar.  Figured it
was Jay's stuff and was pleasantly suprised to find it was Buffalo Red.  I
felt better already.

   I collected her clothes, her purse and brought them to the glass desk. I
then proceeded to take them apart, stitch by stitch.  No bugs, locators or
electronic devices in any of her stuff.  I opened her cell phone and found
the battery almost dead.  I turned it off and put it in my pocket.

   I called Erin first and gave her the size of Mindy's clothing.  Told her
to sail to the casino, take a cab to the bar where I left the panel truck
last night, get the clothing and then call me.  I'd then tell her how to
get the clothes to Carlos.  Amanda took the phone and wanted to know when I
was going to get back to picking cotton ?  I told her tomorrow if
everything worked out and I was bringing someone so set up another closet
upstairs and some more bedding.  Amanda wanted to know if she was going to
be able to pick cotton ?  I told her I was pretty sure she'd do a lot more
than that.  Erin reminded me to check six before I signed off.

   I called Carlos next, about one, giving him a brief description of what
happened and telling him my plans.  I told him she was clean but I didn't
have a charger for her phone.  Carlos told me where one was in the suite
and I headed off to get it as we talked.  I sketched out some ideas and
told him I'd need Eddie tomorrow evening and that I was taking her out to
the Villa.  His silence told me Carlos was concerned, very concerned.

   "I'm gonna turn her to the dark side, Carlos.  She's a nympho and fucks
like one.  She's gonna be my chief of security."

   "Fuck you, Tamarack.  You're playing with fire, dumb shit."

   "We'll see..."

   *****

   I slept on one of the couches for a couple of hours.  It was starting to
get dark when I got up, the Strip starting to sparkle.  I was wearing one
of the terry cloth robes from the closet in the bedroom.  Her shredded
clothes were still littered on the glass desk and her cell phone was
charging on the bar.

   Carlos delivered a suitcase with some women's clothing before I took my
nap.  Erin even picked out some frilly bras and panties.  Forty-two "D"
cup, nice tits !  I put the suitcase in the closet when Carlos looked in on
her.  She was on her stomach about half covered with blankets.  The room
was pitch black but I could see her in the light from the front room. 
Carlos left soon after that.....

   .....Mindy Weathers struggled out of bed.  She had to pee and went
directly to the bathroom.  The room was still dark.  She turned on the
light.  When she was finished she went to the wall and opened the drapes.
It was dark out.  How long had she slept ?  Then she remembered the sex. 
She touched herself.  She had been fucked last night, several times as she
remembered, and in several places.

   She put on the bath robe and made her way to the door.  He was standing
at the bar in a bathrobe identical to hers and looked up as soon as she
entered the room.

   "You hungry, Mindy ?" He was drinking what looked like a bloody mary.

   "Yea.  Can I have one of those, Buffalo ?" I was already pouring from
the pitcher.

   She looked over at the desk and saw her clothes.  "What the fuck did you
do to my clothes ?  And my purse ?  You asshole !" She rushed over to the
desk and pushed the shreads of clothing around.  "You fucking prick !"

   "Mindy, dear, you're an ex-D.E.A.  agent.  I grow marijuana.  I want to
make sure you're on my side before I start sharing any secrets with my new
security chief." She stood there, looking back at me, shocked into silence.
"There's a suitcase of clothes in the bedroom closet but you won't be
needing them tonight.  You were very hungry last night.  If I'm right it
just wet your appetite.  I want you tonight.  I'm going to own you again."

   I took a drink of bloody mary and picked up her phone, holding it up. 
"Any secrets here ?"

   She was sitting at the bar, sipping her bloody mary.  "And what if I'm
not hungry tonight ?" I looked over at her.  She looked away in just a few
moments.  Instead she threw this at me.  "Lots of official numbers but no
hidden files or any secret agent shit as far as I know.  I got fired,
asshole.  No one is out there watching me or waiting for me to report in or
following me and you're right, I never saw any piece of paper or warrants
or anything except the digital files on Wayne's computer.  The date on most
of that shit was decades old."

   "They told you they couldn't break the encryption, right ?" She took
another sip and nodded her head.  I laughed and dialed 2727 on the house
phone.  The phone was answered almost immediately.  "Two filets, medium
rare.  Baked potatoes, lots of butter and sour cream.  Brocolli or green
beans and some chocolate for desert with a can of whipped cream." I looked
over at Mindy.  She was pouring from the pitcher.

   I started packing a bowl with some of the Buffalo Red.  I torched the
bowl and took a real big hit.  I held out the pipe to her.  She hesitated.
"It's not the stuff you smoked last night.  I'll turn you on to that later.
We need to talk now." She took the pipe out of my hand and ripped.

   "Okay." I began.  "After vetting you, I'm planing on bank rolling you to
do exactly what you were doing for the feds.  I have a brand name.  I'm
going to want you to keep tabs on those who ask too many questions about
where it comes from; seem a little too interested in who's growing it.  And
who's better to notice an undercover agent than a former agent.  You'll
work by yourself, report only to me or trusted associates.  Your cover will
be as a security consultant for a local private bank.  They will pay you
and act as your employer.  File your taxes, too.  Plus you get a nice cut
of every harvest in a retirement account.  And there are going to be plenty
of harvests, my dear."

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   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Twenty-six
   "Gearing Up" 

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