Author: Frederick T.
Title: "Tax Weed !  Free Hemp !"
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (MF blackmail oral)(MF Mf MF+ blackmail oral anal)(MFf M+mF+ Mf blackmail oral anal)(MFf oral group)
Language: English

   @(C) 2005 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                         !!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!

    The following story is a work of fiction.  It 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 the responsibility for what children read...Let us not kid 
ourselves, we know where that leads.  It is almost impossible, today, to 
control access to information.  Individuals must accept more responsibility 
for themselves.  The internet has leveled many playing fields for all time.  
The "gay nineties" ended well before eleven september but the world will never 
be the same place it was before eleven september two thousand and one.

    These stories are written to stand alone but are based on characters and 
events introduced in some of my earlier writing.  If you like this story ?
Surf on over to <http://www.asstr.org/~Frederick_T/>.  You may find more !?  
Located on the web pages there, are synopses for every story I've written.  
Like a road map...Pick and choose as you like.  Characters who appear in 
earlier works will be identified the first time they appear in "The Stories."  
And just about all of the characters and a great deal of the story line are 
laid out in the synopses available at the previously mentioned url.  It should 
go without saying; any resemblance between the characters in this story and 
real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.  The plots and 
subplots of all my work stem from the author's fertile imagination.  They are 
make believe.  They are fiction.  They are not real.

    If you're still searching for that perfect world Willy has apparently 
found ?  You know...Like none of his friends contract sexually transmitted 
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few 
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they 
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people 
live happily ever after...Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as 
anywhere else.  Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat 
each other as such.

    But I'm getting carried away here.  The plot, or semblance there of, will 
certainly be just a frame work or background for a very sexually charged 
story. That you find the rest interesting should make the sex more exciting.  
That is my intent here.  Remember...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your 
comments to the usual.

                                WILLY TAMARACK
                                THE LAST STORY

                          "Tax Weed !  Free Hemp !"

                             (MF blackmail oral)
                       (MF Mf MF+ blackmail oral anal)
                      (MFf M+mF+ Mf blackmail oral anal)
                               (MFf oral group)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

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

                             ***** PROLOGUE *****

    I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot.  I was sleeping alone but sharing 
the night with the past...Shit !  Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....

    .....The old, beat up EZRental's truck rolled to a stop just short of the 
gate into the stadium.  The sound of rock and roll music was loud but you 
could also hear the crowd in the back ground, cheering and yelling...Or 
whatever young people do at rock concerts ?!  It was cold, especially in the 
shade...About fifty degrees or so with a chill breeze out of the North but the 
guard took his sweet ass time as he sauntered over to the driver's side of the 
covered truck, holding out his hand for the back stage permit.

    An old, gray haired man was driving and a teenage girl was sitting across 
the cab from him.

    "Need to see your pass, old man."  The teenager was digging into her back 
pack which was sitting on the floor between her legs.

    "Aaaahhh...I don't think we have a pass, man...The band just told me to 
have their equipment here by fourteen hundred hours, man..."  The old man 
asserted as he stared down the young guard.  The guard later remembered the 
old man's eyes were a gray color...Almost matching his hair color.  He also 
remembered that he used military time.

    "What band, old man ?"  The guard was referencing his clipboard which 
listed all the people authorized to enter through the gate behind the band 
stand.....

    .....This was the first concert approved in the valley following the 
"chaos" that shook the country to it's knees - "the end of air travel as we 
know it."  Bringing our troops home from foreign lands was a stroke of 
genius...The act immediately rallied the United States, bringing everyone 
together...Giving the nation an "us versus them" mindset.  Now, the Navy was 
still patrolling international waters far from home but for the first time in 
a long, long time there were no troops of the United States stationed on 
foreign soil except at our embassies which were armed to the teeth.

    While Muslim-Americans were not being rounded up and interned in camps 
like the Japanese during WWII, Muslim neighborhoods and mosques were being 
watched twenty-four/seven...Not many americans of arab descent were just 
wandering around without a shadow.  Fox News was reporting that several men 
have been missing from their jobs and apartments since the day the president 
was assassinated and airline travel changed for all time.  These men had been 
openly living and working in muslim neighborhoods.  Not a one of them had been 
reported doing anything out of the ordinary prior to the day it all began.

    Security at all public events was little changed from eleven september 
measures.  But all operational commercial airports were surrounded by military 
personnel...Anti-aircraft batteries at most large commercial airports.  And 
while crowds were damn near being strip searched to enter events...The 
bands...Not a chance.....

    "We got a pass, Terry ?"  The teenager was still digging into her back 
pack.  It was then that the guard noticed he could see right down her blouse 
and the young lady was not wearing a bra.  Now, her tits weren't that big but 
he could see both of her nipples.  Nice, light brown, little things they were.

    "Electric something, Grandpa."  The girl continued to dig around in her 
back pack.  The guard was now paying little attention to anything but the  
teenager's bare breasts.  The old man was smiling, knowing that in just a few 
minutes he'd be inside.

    The guard had to drag his eyes away from the young lady's tits and spent 
very little time perusing his clip board.  There was just one band with 
"electric" in it's name and the box next to it was unchecked.  The guard was 
disappointed when he looked back inside the cab as the young lady was now 
sitting upright and holding out what looked like a pass to her grandfather.  
Fuck !  He wouldn't be able to cop one last peek down her blouse.  An 
investigation, well after the event was over, found the pass to be 
counterfeit.

    "Get your shit together next time, old man !"  The guard threatened as he 
waved the truck in.  The old man stared down the guard for a few moments; then 
saluted and drove through the gate, angling off to the East side of the band 
stand.  He drove slowly around the stadium track, glancing out every so often 
at the sea of young people covering the grass and filling the stands of the 
football stadium.  "Good crowd," the old man thought.  This was going to be 
fun !

    The teenager was also staring out at the crowd.  "Looks like all the 
balloons made it."  Scattered throughout the crowd were bunches and bunches of 
colored helium balloons, bobbing and weaving above the mass of kids who were 
here to spend an autumn afternoon and evening listening to good ol' rock & roll 
music.  The country was "a changing" again.

    "Groovy..."  The old man muttered as he maneuvered the truck so that the 
rear end was pointing toward the crowd.  "...give the girls a heads up."

    The teenager turned in her seat and pounded her fist against the back of 
the cab.  An answering pounding was heard almost immediately.  "They're 
ready."  She said as if the old man didn't know that already.

    As soon as the truck came to a stop both the old man and the teenager 
hopped out of the cab.  There was a sense of urgency to their movements as 
they moved toward the rear of the truck.  They were soon joined by two other 
young ladies from the back of the truck and the four of them quickly pulled 
the equipment from the truck bed.

    The old man helped one of the young ladies climb up on to the roof of the 
truck.  He joined her as she began setting up a microphone.  Inside the back 
of the truck were two very large speakers facing out toward the crowd.  They 
attracted little attention as the band on the podium was into it's last set 
and the crowd was going wild.

    A security guard started moving toward the truck but was intercepted by 
one of the remaining young ladies about a hundred feet from the truck.  
"What's going on here ?"  He demanded.

    "One of the bands is playing a split digital experience, with woofers and 
blasters and shit like that, man."  The guard had no idea what the teenager 
was talking about ?

    Meanwhile, the band up on stage was starting to move off the podium and 
the crowd was beginning to mill about.  The next act wasn't supposed to start 
until after three.  Several other young ladies had joined the one talking to 
the guard and he was too busy glancing at their bouncing breasts, erect 
nipples and bare midriffs to care much about what was going on at the truck.  
The truck wouldn't be here if it wasn't authorized !?  That's what he figured.

    The group of young ladies gently lured the guard further from the truck 
and it wasn't until the sound of Iron Butterfly's "IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA" started 
filling the air that the guard turned, to look back at the truck again.  By 
then it was too late.  Mobs of kids were moving toward the sound and the old 
man and the teenage girl were dancing on top of the truck, right behind the 
microphone.

    The truck was now almost surrounded by kids and they had started moving to 
the music.  If anyone was paying attention, they would have noticed that all 
the bunches of helium balloons were in close proximity to the truck, bobbing 
and weaving above the crowd.  Iron Butterfly was abruptly silenced as the old 
man pulled the microphone to his lips.

    "Aaahhh...Listen here...Listen here...My name's Willy Tamarack and some 
friends...Aaahhh...Friends of mine and I thought...Thought that since 
medicinal marijuana has been approved for several years now by the voters and 
legislators of this great state of Nevada...Aaahhh...Well, we thought that 
this would be the perfect time to push the cause further...Unite the people 
behind the legalization of marijuana in this great state."  A tremendous roar 
went up from the crowd of teenagers, surrounding the truck.

    When the roar of the crowd died down the old man continued.  "Now, the way 
I look at this...Well, this marijuana issue is really just a tax issue !  Just 
as gambling was back in '31...Look at the last legislative session...How long 
did it take to get the money to finance our state spending...Our children's 
education ?  Taxing marijuana in this state would raise millions...Our 
children would be afforded books in school.  We'd have a surplus instead of a 
deficit !"

    He paused for a moment.  People were actually listening.  "So to start the 
ball rolling, so to speak, I'd like to ask the audience for a moment of 
silence for all those poor souls who are sitting in jail because they just 
happened to get caught with a few joints or a couple of grams or an ounce or 
whatever.  Let's remember that many of the politicians making the laws today 
would be in the same place if they had got caught.  The only difference is 
they didn't get caught !"  Another roar from the crowd and the old man lifted 
his arms to silence them.

    A TV camera man was moving over toward the van, filming as he went.  The 
old man smiled and raised his hands again.  He looked like...Well, he looked 
like a priest blessing the crowd.

    "Ok !  Everyone...Join me now !"  The old man shouted to the crowd.  "Tax 
Weed !  Free Hemp !  Tax Weed !  Free Hemp !"  The crowd started to pick up 
the chant and hundreds if not thousands of marijuana cigarettes started 
falling to the earth from the brightly colored helium balloons floating above 
the crowd.....

                           ***** CHAPTER ONE *****

    I was lying in some bushes about fifty feet from the parking lot.  It was 
all desert around me and I don't think anyone would be able to see me outside 
of ten feet or so.  I was really getting good at this shit !  I figured it was 
about three-thirty, maybe four.

    The Cadillac Sport Utility vehicle...Come on now...Who the fuck are we 
trying to bullshit here !?  Anyway, it made a lot of noise on the gravel of 
the parking area, behind the apartment complex, before it appeared in my 
sight.  He sat in the vehicle for several minutes before getting out.  It 
looked like he was finishing up a phone call.  Probably calling his wife and 
telling her he was going to be humping his girl friend for the next couple of 
hours...Yea !  Right !?

    He finally got out of the vehicle...Well dressed in a coat and tie, he 
hopped up the stairs two at a time.  He was hot to trot and had it been me 
tagging the young lady who lived in Apt. 219; I'd be taking them three at a 
time.  She was a very hot looking young lady...So anyway, the guy was Jerry 
Weeden...A long time member of the Nevada Legislature and a very out spoken 
opponent of every hemp decriminalization effort that ever appeared before said 
body.  And of course, he also voted against every one of them...Very capable, 
an able opponent, I might add.

    I think I mentioned in the last episode...That the present time was 
"...Not a good time to start a crusade to legalize a prohibited substance."  
Anyway the tax angle just kind of appeared before me like a vision...Not too 
out of the ordinary considering the amount of weed I smoke...Sometimes it's 
hard for me to figure out what's real and what's not...But that's for another 
time...Another place.  My investigation revealed that the tax angle of the 
marijuana debate is tremendously under-represented in hemp legalization 
efforts and strategies...How many states this past Spring and Summer had 
deficit problems ?  Follow how the casinos did it...Free money for the 
politicians to spend !!

    "Tax Weed ! Free Hemp !" just kind of jumped up at a rally I was giving in 
Southern California...About twenty college age kids who are allied with my 
legalization strategies...Anyway...It works at rallies !  Short...Direct...In 
your face but not quite...A good counter to the "Drug War" label.

    We've seen, for just about my entire life time, how that war works.  I 
kind of look on the Drug War in the same light as the Vietnam war.  War is 
politics turned up full burner.  We didn't fight the war in Vietnam on full 
burner.  There were always things you couldn't do...Bomb up North, enter Laos 
or Cambodia...The other side didn't follow those rules so consequently they 
won the war.

    After a while the citizenry, who were sending their sons to die in 
Vietnam, realized that we weren't being quite truthful with them.  Support for 
the war started deflating from the first day...When the neighbors of families 
who lost sons or fathers or uncles started realizing that they may be 
next...And then many didn't have to serve at all.

    The "Drug War" is the same.  When you're reading about some guy getting 
busted in North Town...Well, it's not the same as if it was little Timmy 
Johnson who lives down the street.  Shit !  You've known him for fifteen 
years.  He used to mow your lawn...Shit !  He still did...Until he left for a 
while...Just as the generation before him shipped out for Vietnam.

    Oh !  Wow !  Sorry about the political dialogue...Yea !  Right !  So, I'm 
laying on my belly, here in the dirt and scum of this vacant lot watching 
Mister Weeden knocking on the door.  He'll be in there for a couple of hours 
for sure.

    At least that's what my friend told me.  She lives down the way with her 
mother.  She also provides the "Willy's Bud" for the young lady who lives in 
Apt. 219...Now really...I couldn't imagine Nevada State Senator Jerry Weeden 
toking up a few bowls before balling the young thing up stairs !?  And while 
blatant hypocrisy is not uncommon in Southern Nevada politics...Balling your 
mistress is ok ?!  If you're not caught...Smoking weed !?  I really didn't 
think so.  The young thing probably didn't know Mr. Weeden's position on the 
marijuana issue ?  I'd have to inform her...My civic duty !

                           ***** CHAPTER TWO *****

    For three straight weeks, I'd been spying on this activity.  "Tonight's 
the night" as a popular rock & roll song goes.  I'd been busy and had a pretty 
good profile on Mister Weeden.  I'd followed him for several days.  Little 
out of the ordinary.  Wednesday afternoons were out of the ordinary.

    It was close to six.  That's usually when Jerry left.  Here he comes.  
Right on time.  I waited a good twenty minutes before making my way to the 
stairs.  I took them one at a time.  After all I wasn't getting laid.  I 
knocked lightly.  She was surprised and had the door chained.  Good girl !

    "Aaahhh...Is Lisa here ?"  I looked up and down the walkway out in front 
of her apartment.  "Oh !  Wow !  Sorry...Wow !  Wrong place..."  I let that 
dribble off into incoherent mumbling, ending with, "...Sorry, miss...Wrong 
place."  I smiled and stared straight into her eyes.  I know her eyes followed 
me as I walked off toward Lisa's apartment.  I never made it there though, as 
it was way too late to visit Lisa.  Her mom got home from work at 1700 hours.

    Shit !  Lisa's parents, divorced or not, would shoot me if they knew that 
I was supplying their daughter with "the product" but the savings plan was 
hard to beat and Lisa, whose parents lived from paycheck to paycheck, would be 
able to attend just about any college in the good ol' U.S. of A in a couple of 
years...Provided she had the grades to get accepted.  I couldn't make that 
requirement go away.  Lisa best have her nose buried in her algebra book.....

    .....Two days later I was sitting across from Gloria in her front room.  I 
was wondering if she fucked him in here or in her room ?  Her roommate was out 
or so she said.  I was sitting on the couch next to Lisa, who was introducing 
me.

    "Gloria...This is Willy.  He's just about the coolest old dude you'd ever 
want to meet.  This is his bud.  He grows it !"  I just smiled and kept my 
eyes padlocked to hers.  She was torn between the ounce resting on the coffee 
table and my face.

    "We've met."  I was still smiling.

    "Oh !  Yea...Yea...Right...Oh !  Lisa, he was so stoned !"  She let the 
"stoned" drag out.  "He was knocking on my door, thinking he was at your 
place."  She laughed.  Lisa laughed with her.  I joined them and then started 
packing my bowl from another ounce baggie that I pulled from my jacket.  It 
was a fucking cold October but I was sweating in the jacket.  Erin was right 
we should move some place for the winters but then the Summers here were no 
picnic, either.

    Gloria's eyes were sparkling when I handed her the bong.  Ten minutes 
later we were transported to the heavens and looking down on the world below 
us.  Lisa and I left a short while later.  I "comped" Gloria the whole ounce. 
Asked her to spread it around...To her friends...Good for business.

    I made my move at her front door.  "I'm having some friends over tonight.  
I'd love to have you join us.  I'll pick you up...About six, ok ?"  I could 
tell she was surprised.  I was close to three times her age.  But then Jerry 
was no spring chicken.

    Lisa was half way to her apartment.  She had to get back to algebra.  Like 
I said...I couldn't help her with that part of the equation.

    "Yea...Ok."  Was all she managed.....

    .....I was right on time and the young thing was dressed to party.  Tight 
jeans that really accentuated her butt and a sexy little blouse that just hung 
to her midriff.  Her belly button was pierced with a ring like thing.  I 
didn't much care for that but you played the cards you were dealt.

    We hit a sports bar around seven after smoking about half of one of my 
"C-gars" in her front room.  We could hardly find a place to sit down.  Shit !  
We were lucky to find the front door, we were so stoned.  We finally settled 
at the bar and ordered some beers and pou pous.  We were touching by eight and 
left a little after nine-thirty.

    The house was over by the high school, in a fairly nice neighborhood.  I 
missed the condo but that was in another life time.  Erin sold it when I was 
declared dead...Good move.  The best though was her buying the place in Green 
Valley.  We moved around quite a bit...Usually divided our time between here 
and Mexico most of the year.  From now on though we were going to become 
gypsies.  No more than three months in one place and we always had the 
"pueblo" in Mexico to escape to.

    We were on the back patio, smoking a bowl, when I kissed her.  Her tongue 
was very dry but active in my mouth and my hands were very active between her 
legs.  She was sitting on my lap and I could feel my penis start to harden.  
Her legs had spread and I was really running my hand up and down the groove of 
her sex.  If she wondered where my friends were, she never asked ?!

    When she started to move her butt around on my lap I figured it was time 
to see if she'd go all the way.  I rose and carried her to the bedroom.  We 
kissed the entire way and I was fully hard when I lowered her to the bed.  She 
was giggling as she stared at my boner.

    "You cool with this ?"  She was staring into my eyes and nodding yes.  I 
crawled up on the bed with her.  Her mouth was still dry but her tongue was 
wild in my mouth.  My hands were caressing her breasts through her blouse; her 
nipples very erect under her blouse and bra.  All of it came up over her head 
in just a few moments and I was sucking on her small breasts.  Her nipples 
were very pointed and a little darker than I thought they would be.  My mouth 
was tasting her, my hand still active between her legs.  The crotch of her 
jeans was damp and I was sure her pussy was a swamp.

    I started working on the fly of her jeans and she was definitely giving me 
a hand.  I had her jeans down around her hips and found her cunt was almost 
shaved, another turn off.  What sacrifices one must make for the cause !  She 
was greasy wet and my finger soon had a very fast cadence going between her 
legs as it fucked in and out of her.  Her hand found my hardon and started 
rubbing it.

    I was quickly between her legs, her jeans now down around her ankles.  She 
either didn't get eaten often or maybe, never had ?  I doubted that, if she 
was shaving !?  There was just a growth on top of her mound, a stubble 
covering her cunt lips.  The hair was dark brown and made a nice contrast to 
the white skin that surrounded her crotch.  She had a pretty good tan, her 
tits standing out like mounds of vanilla ice cream with tan cherries topping 
each one.

    I was quickly past her belly button ring and into her hair.  Her gasp made 
me throb.  Her entire crotch was soaked with cunt butter and I lapped it like 
a starving cannibal, licking her from clit to her puckered anus.  It was 
covered with a sparse growth of curly dark hair and I teased it with the tip 
of my tongue before moving back up to her slit.

    I was tongue fucking her when she came, bucking her cunt up into my face.  
She was still moving slowly when I rose and lowered my jeans.  My cock was 
like a rocket ship growing out of my pubic hair and I wasted no time burying 
it into her belly.

    She tried to bring her legs up around me but her jeans were still around 
her ankles and I was fucking her like a machine.  She came again, bucking up 
against me.  Her cunt was a tight sheath surrounding my cock and I was pumping 
it in and out of her like a runaway train.  We were filling the room with a 
wet slapping sound, punctuated with gasps and groans.

    Abruptly I pulled out of her.  Gloria's cunt was a pink mass of flesh, 
glistening in the dim light from the hallway.  I rolled her over and yanked 
her to her knees.  She managed to kick one foot out of her jeans and set 
herself in a steady base.  Her butt was compact with little meat on it and her 
cunt lips were clearly visible between the cheeks of her ass...As was her 
asshole.

    I was in and fucking.  She was panting and fucking back at me as I jack 
hammered my cock in and out of her.  My cock spasamed a few times but I 
continued to pound Gloria's tight ass until she could no longer hold her ass 
up in the air.  Toward the end she was screaming and yelling...Well, I was, 
too !

                          ***** CHAPTER THREE *****

    Jerry Weeden was lazing on the couch, the TV blasting, when his daughter 
entered the room.  Stanford was playing UCLA.  Well, it was starting in 
another half hour or so.  Jerry had just finished several hours polishing up 
some campaign speeches.  Time to relax a bit.  He was thirsty.

    Gina Weeden was hoping her father would continue working on his "campaign 
speeches" or whatever.  All the kids at school knew who she was.  At times it 
limited her social activities...Her father's political activities...Not his 
anti-pot stance...Her friends never talked about that.  He was usually so 
wrapped up in that...Well, it was easy to disappear for a while.  Her mother 
was out shopping, which meant she was probably playing the slots at Smiths.

    "How about getting me a beer, honey."  Gina dutifully went to the 
refrigerator and dragged out a Bud for her father.  She'd just gotten off the 
phone with her friend, Amy, who lived down the street.  Amy was going to this 
cool afternoon party and Gina really wanted to go.  She was afraid her father 
wouldn't let her.  Sometimes he was pretty strict.  Her mother would let her 
go in a New York minute.

    "Hey, dad !  Ok if I hang out with Amy, down at her house ?"  Jerry knew 
Amy's parents...Figured if his daughter hung out around here, pretty soon, the 
room would be full of a bunch of teenage girls and he'd never hear a fucking 
thing the TV commentator said.

    "I left her number by the phone."  Jerry nodded absent-mindedly and Gina 
raced for the front door.  Shit !  He had it covered...It was daylight...What 
trouble could she get into ?

    Five minutes later, Jerry was watching hundreds of green marijuana 
cigarettes rain down on the crowd at a rock concert, out at the stadium.  The 
guy, on top of the truck, was older than he was and preaching to a crowd of 
kids about legalizing marijuana.  That'll be the day !  Hundreds of kids were 
holding the cigarettes in their hands as they rushed away from the truck.  
Jerry could see a group of guards and police off in the distance, heading for 
the truck.  Jerry was praying they caught the son of a bitch.

    The picture changed to the studio where the news anchor was saying that 
although the man was never found, people swear that he made the sky rain 
marijuana cigarettes.  Fucking assholes like that ought to be butt fucked 
until they bleed, preferably in jail for a long, long time.....

    .....Twenty minutes later, Gina and her friend, Amy, made their way over 
Amy's back fence.  Her mother and father were out for the afternoon and 
evening and that usually meant at least nine o'clock.  Gina wasn't sure she 
could manage that late but Amy said they were only going a few blocks.

    Ten minutes later, the two of them slipped through a side gate and then 
Amy was knocking at the back door of a place over by the high school.  It had 
a nice, little pool.  Gina wished they had a pool but one of their neighbors 
let her swim whenever she wanted as long as she cleaned theirs once a week.  
She never missed a Friday morning regardless of the season.  Someone inside 
yelled, "Come in !"

    Gina followed Amy into the house.  The kitchen was off to the right and it 
was occupied by three girls, all teenagers.  An old man was in the den 
watching a football game.  Gina hated football, thought it was stupid.  She 
was introduced to the girls in the kitchen and then the five of them went out 
on to the patio and smoked a bowl of just about the best weed Gina Weeden had 
ever smoked.

    Gina was spooked about an hour later when the old man materialized out on 
the patio.  He was wearing a baseball cap that had UCLA embroidered on the 
front.  The other girls greeted him and one even handed him the pipe.  He took 
a huge rip off the pipe and handed it to Gina as it was her turn.

    After she passed it, the old man spoke.  "Hi !  I'm Willy.  I don't think 
we've met."

    "Gina...Gina Weeden.  I'm...I'm with Amy Carlson."  Like she needed 
authentication.

    "Nice to meet you, Gina.  Thanks for bringing her, Amy."  Amy was beaming.  
This had been her idea...Willy had grudgingly agreed only after the group had 
demanded a vote...Using his own logic to pound him into submission...All's 
fair in love and war...And this is a war...Right, Willy ?!

    One of the other girls asked.  "They play it again at half time, Willy ?"

    "Yea !  It was even better.  They edited a bit more out but the story was 
about half a minute longer than at four-thirty."  Gina had no idea what they 
were talking about !?

    The girl, next to her, touched her arm and blurted out.  "Willy made it 
rain joints at the concert this afternoon.  It made the news.  Probably make 
the paper tomorrow.  It's the start of another tax revolution !  Tax Weed !  
Free Hemp !"  Gina looked over at Willy.  He was chuckling.

    The "tax weed" thing took on a life of it's own after a couple of rallies 
in Southern California.  Several progressive politicians down there were being 
courted but the emphasis was Nevada !  The home of real "juice" !

    It was well past nine before Gina and Amy left the party.  They could 
hardly walk...Were so stoned they decided to take the long way home instead of 
trying to climb over Amy's fence.  Gina's father was asleep on the couch and 
her mother...Who knows ?

    It did make the paper the following day...Front page of the local section.  
A good photo of Willy with his arms spread, standing on top of the truck, 
almost covered the top half of the newspaper.  Gina easily recognized him.  
Jesus !  He had some dynamite weed !

    She dropped the paper quickly when her dad entered the room.  The comics 
were much safer fare than the stadium picture and accompanying story.  Her 
father was non-committal as he perused the newspaper.....

    .....It was Monday before Jerry Weeden vented his outrage.  "...The 
asshole even had the balls to send the transcript of his speech to the papers 
and those fuckers printed that trash !"  In a dozen or so phone calls, Jerry 
made sure the "powers to be" were well aware of the brazen act this asshole 
committed.  Most claimed that they hadn't read the story or watched TV this 
weekend.  Some police contact told him flat out.

    "Who gives a shit, Jerry.  Any fucker who's dumb enough to do that kind of 
shit will eventually get caught.  No one giving himself that kind of exposure 
can survive.  Every fucking cop in the valley will be out looking for the 
fucker."

    "Is it true...What they're saying ?  That the dope raining down on the 
crowd was real quality shit.  Better than the shit the valley usually gets."

    "I'll check that out but let's not bring any more attention to this 
guy...He's got more exposure than we can pay for...For nothing, Jerry.  We 
need to raise more money...Get your message out."

    "Yea...Maybe a couple of rallies at the high schools ?  You know, 
`Students against Drugs.'  That would get us some free publicity."

    Jerry was mulling that over when his other phone rang.  He quickly ended 
his conversation with the police official and picked up the other line.  It 
was the mayor.....

    .....Gloria had just arrived home from work when I rang the bell.  I 
hadn't seen her for about three weeks.  She was happy to see me and we 
immediately sat on the couch and shared a bowl.

    "Got a favor to ask, Gloria.  Remember you don't have to do this if you 
don't want to."

    "Anything you want, Willy.  No shit !  I've made a mint on your bud.  I 
really owe you."

    "The other day on my way to Amy's, I noticed a guy knocking on your door.  
He a friend of yours ?"  Gloria looked away from me but didn't blush.

    "Hey !  It's cool, Gloria.  It's just that he and I are kind of like on 
the opposite sides of an issue and I was wondering..."

                                    *****

    "Ok...Ok !  Shut up !  Let me get this.  You're at this rock concert with 
your daughter and her friends...Have I got this right so far ?"

    "Yes, senator.  You want me to go on ?"

    "Yea...Make it short."

    "Ok...Senator.  It's between bands.  My daughter is sitting about five six 
rows away.  Can't stand to be associated with me or my wife..."

    "Short !!"

    "Sorry...He just appears...Sitting next to me and shoving this shopping 
bag under the bench where I'm sitting.  In his other hand is a floppy disk.  
He tells me, very quietly that this bill...He's waving the floppy disk in 
front of my face...If the senator just reads this bill the cash is his.  The 
higher it goes up the flag pole the more money he will raise for his 
re-election.  The guy claims everyone wins...Confine it to events...State 
stores, like Utah and booze...Prosecute people who attempt to take it out of 
state.  Whatever...The figures don't lie...It's just like gambling.  Free 
money, he called it."

    The senator's executive assistant paused.  The senator was staring at the 
ceiling.  "Don't hold me to a word for word account.  The whole encounter 
didn't last fifteen seconds and then he was gone.  I didn't attempt to follow 
him.  Shit !  The place was a mad house between bands."

    The ensuing silence went on for several seconds.  "You sure he called it 
gambling ?"  And while it may be called "gambling" outside of the state; the 
state of Nevada hierarchy, from top to bottom, refer to it as "gaming."  A 
very important distinction if you think about it long enough and a very 
interesting choice of words when communicating with a high official of the 
State of Nevada's upper chamber.

    "Yes, senator."

    "Fifty thousand in small bills ?"

    "Yes, senator."

    "He give you a name ?"

    "Yes, senator.  Called himself Willy Tamarack.  This was the same guy who 
made it rain joints at the concert."

    "You can't prove that !  You said you didn't actually see it happen until 
you got home and watched it on TV....."

    The executive assistant hung his head.  Fuck !  Sometimes it was difficult 
not laughing.  He smiled when the senator laid his hand on his shoulder.

    "Ok...Here's what I want you to do...Find out as much as you can about 
this guy...From birth...to yesterday.  What brought him here ?  Why now ?  Our 
tax problem has been around for a long, long while.  If we hadn't let these 
developers...Well, that's another issue...Get the book on this guy !  Find out 
what or who is behind him.  I can't imagine the casinos being behind this ?"

    The executive assistant knew what needed to be done.  He hired a service 
to do this type of investigation.  "How do you want to pay for it ?"

    "Shit !  Use the money he gave you...And get it done in a hurry...I've got 
the feeling we're going to hear from Mister Tamarack again in a very short 
while."  The general election was just a little over thirty days away.  The 
timing was interesting.  Feelings were still raw from last year's almost never 
ending legislative session.  The state's schools were still smarting from the 
tax debate that never ended.

    The senator looked at his computer monitor.  The particulars were laid out 
in a summary letter, the accompanying bill attached.  There had to be some 
lawyers in this somewhere...He couldn't believe the audacity.  But the money 
was there for the taking.  The senator was a smart enough man to know the 
money would be right.

    "All right, Mister Tamarack.  I'll read your bill....."

                           ***** Chapter Four *****

    Gloria's frosted hair was bouncing in my lap.  Her lips were slick with 
saliva, running up and down my hard prick.  She gave good head.  I imagined 
she blew him, too.  I wondered if he came in her mouth ?

    We had talked for over an hour as I outlined my concerns.  And then we 
retreated to her bedroom and fucked like minks.  My cock was still hard and 
I'd fucked her twice...Two times, I'd danced around with my cock quivering in 
her belly.  Joe Cocker never had it so good.  She was going on three...My 
third that is because I didn't think she was going to get off just sucking my 
cock.  Her head rose out of my lap.

    She had an impish smile on her slick lips and then threw a leg over my 
middle.  "Oooh !"  It was almost a whisper as she sank herself down on my 
hardon.  She was an energetic rider and soon worked up a light perspiration 
all over her chest.  Her nipples were pointed at the wall behind me and I 
watched her belly button wrinkle as she rode my dick.  It was a stud today and 
it disappeared every once and a while as she screwed herself on and off my 
hard penis.

    I couldn't resist and pulled her down to my chest; running my hands down 
her sides and grabbing a hold of her hips.  I thrust in and out of her like a 
mad man for a few moments and then reamed a finger into her asshole.  It was 
tight but quite moist.  I removed my finger, brought it to my mouth and wet 
it.  It slid in about three inches the second time and Gloria was wild above 
me, chewing on my neck and drilling herself on and off the digits that were 
filling her two holes.  Her orgasm was powerful and left her a sweaty mess, 
sprawled over my body.....

    "You sure, Gloria."

    "Positive, Willy."  She started moving on me and I considered going a 
forth but was honestly beat.  We smoked a few bowls and went over the gig 
about a dozen more times.

    The stuff was in the car and it took me over an hour to set it up.  Gloria 
said it was just about the same every time.  Jerry arrived about four and was 
usually naked five minutes later...It started out as just dinning and
dancing...One of the men she knew at work, set up their first date.  Gloria 
liked the extra money.  From there.....

    .....Six blocks away, Erin Tamarack entered Smiths.  The woman was right 
where they thought she'd be.  Ginny Weeden was filling two slots with 
quarters.  Erin sat a couple machines down and immediately hit a pretty good 
pay off.  The little light went off above the machine and the attendant walked 
over and started to reset the machine.

    "Wow !  What a turn on !"  Erin exclaimed.  Ginny was pissed.  She'd been 
playing these machines for over an hour and just barely staying even.  The 
blonde hit another jackpot about ten minutes later and that settled it for 
Ginny.  She was up and heading toward the parking lot when the blonde called 
out.

    "Nice bar down the way a bit.  Want to help me spend some of my ill gotten 
gains ?"  Ginny turned but thought the woman was talking to someone else, 
maybe the attendant ?

    "I'm Erin Tamarack.  Come...Join me.  I might not pass the cake again."

    Ten minutes later Ginny found herself in a casino bar about a quarter of a 
mile away.  Ginny was still unsure why she allowed a stranger, even if it was 
a woman, to lure her to this casino and buy her a drink ?  The woman was at 
least ten, if not, fifteen years older than she was.

    They chatted, about just about nothing, for two drinks and then Erin 
started playing video poker.  In three minutes Ginny was playing avidly and 
winning !  Ginny was positive Erin Tamarack was good luck for her !  And when 
they parted later, the two of them agreed to meet in the bar the following 
evening after dinner.

    Ginny liked Erin.  She was easy to get along with and really cool when it 
came to talking about men.  What worthless scum !  Jerry didn't do a fucking 
thing around the house and it sounded like this broad's husband was the same 
way.  It was that second time they met that Erin popped the question.

    "Hey !  Ginny, you want to go out and party some night.  Go to some neat 
bars and see if we can party with some guys ?  You ever fiddled around a 
little ?"

    Ginny was shocked !  Well, not shocked but...Apprehensive.  She was still 
pretty good looking...Ok !  Ok !  She needed to lose a few pounds but wasn't 
really fat.  When she took the time and that wasn't often any more; she looked 
pretty good when she dressed up.  Shit !  If this woman felt comfortable 
enough to do it ?  Well, so did she !

    Over a week went by before the two of them could get "kitchen passes" as 
Erin called them.  The place was down near the strip and on a Wednesday night 
was crowded as all get out.  Ginny was wearing slacks and a sweater as it was 
colder than shit for this time of year in Las Vegas.  They sat in a booth, 
across from the bar.  It seemed like nobody paid any attention to them and 
Ginny was anxious.  Erin appeared not to have a care in the world and kept up 
a banter of conversation about the guys sitting at the bar and the comings and 
goings in the dimly lit sports bar.

    About nine-thirty a couple of thirty-something guys sat at the bar right 
in front of them...One blonde and the other was dark haired.  Ten minutes 
later the four of them were crammed into the booth.  Ginny couldn't quite 
remember how it started.  She was too busy trying to hold up her end of the 
conversation to think much about it.

    A little past ten-thirty the four of them left in the blonde's car.  Ginny 
was sitting up front.  Erin was in the back with the dark haired guy.  Where
were they going ?  Ginny had no clue ?  She was having a great time and wasn't 
worried at all.  She was with her drinking and gambling partner and was sure 
everything was cool.  Erin had done this before, Ginny was sure of that ?!

    The four of them ended up at a home out East of Boulder Highway...In a 
tract like so many in 'Vegas, haphazardly sprouting up in the desert.  It was 
older and more run down than the place they lived in...And if she hadn't been 
so fortified with alcohol Ginny would have felt a little less comfortable.  
The blonde was with her in the kitchen, drinking, and Erin was in the front 
room sitting on the dark haired guy's lap.  Ginny could see them from where 
she was standing.

    Ginny couldn't even remember the guy's name but he was pretty good looking 
and quite a bit younger than her husband !  So she was pleased that things 
worked out so well.  What "so well" meant she wasn't quite sure ?  But when 
she looked back into the front room, she found Erin had been stripped of her 
blouse and bra.  The dark haired guy was sucking on Erin's tits.  They 
appeared to be about the same size as her's.  Erin's areolae and nipples were 
much smaller around but that could have been because the guy was going back 
and forth on them with his mouth.

    The dark haired guy also had a hand between Erin's spread legs and was 
rubbing her crotch.  Ginny had never watched the sex act before, not even 
porno movies but she knew her husband had because she'd found the videos in 
one of his dresser drawers before.  She could see Erin's hips hunching up into 
the guy's hand as he played around between her legs.

    "Pretty hot, huh ?"  She jerked...Couldn't remember how long she'd been 
staring but the blonde guy was standing very close to her.  His hand was on 
her shoulder and he was also staring into the front room.  Ginny looked on 
with him.  Erin was standing in front of the guy and dropping her pants.  She 
wasn't wearing underwear and her ass was real white.  Ginny could still see 
her tan lines.  Ginny didn't spend much time out doors and was very white when 
she was naked.  Her dark hair made almost black by her white skin.

    The dark haired guy was pulling his jeans off and Erin was dropping to her 
knees.  Ginny could see the guy's penis.  It was twice the size of her 
husband's, well twice as long.  It was just about the same thickness.  This 
was only the third penis Ginny Weeden had ever seen.  Her father's was one.  
Compared to some of the stories she'd heard from her friends, Ginny was 
convinced she'd been short changed in the sex department.  Jerry was hardly 
passionate, often just rolling on top of her and pumping away.

    She could feel the breath of the guy standing right next to her.  She 
could almost feel the heat radiating from his body.  He was blonde and good 
looking.  Erin was sucking on the guy's cock.  Ginny had never done that but 
then she'd never had her pussy licked either.  She always figured it was a one 
for one trade and since Jerry had never gone down on her, she'd never offered 
to do it for him.

    The guy, getting his cock sucked, was pulling off his shirt.  He had a 
dark, hairy chest and Ginny had never see that either.  His cock was 
surrounded by a forest of dark curly hair, just like her crotch.  The hands 
felt good on her shoulders and she almost willed them to her rock hard nipples 
which were making small bumps in her sweater.  The blonde guy was rubbing his 
hard dick against her hip and Ginny was pushing back at him.  Now his fingers 
were pinching her nipples.  Erin was now straddling the dark haired guy's lap 
and Ginny watched his long, hard dick disappear into the darkness of Erin's 
crotch.  Erin started riding the dark haired guy immediately.....

                           ***** CHAPTER FIVE *****

    Jerry Weeden hopped right out of the sport utility vehicle and took the 
steps two at a time.  He was hot for his Wednesday afternoon blow job but most 
of all hot to spend a couple of hours poking his dick in and out of Gloria's 
tight little butt.  Jesus !  His wife's was a mile wide.....

    .....He was naked and sitting on the couch.  Gloria was on her knees 
between his legs.  The aroma had been very strong when he first entered the 
apartment.  He almost said something while he was stripping off his slacks but 
his hardon was bouncing around in his groin and Gloria looked so good...Naked.  
She was really into it and Jerry was close to filling her mouth with cum.  He 
liked her naked and loved to see how hard her nipples got when her mouth was 
full of his cum.  He loved to roll them between his fingers while she sucked 
him.

    Gloria gave the best head Jerry had ever received, much better than that 
woman at the office several years ago.  On the spur of the moment, Jerry 
pulled Gloria's face off his cock and manually pumped a few squirts of cum on 
to her face.  The first dribbled down her nose as the second hit her cheek.  
The third was more of a dribble and it rolled off her left breast and soaked 
into the rug.

    "Oooh !  Shit !  What the fuck you doing, Jerry, honey...Oh !  Fuck !"

    "Suck it clean, baby."  Gloria hesitated and then bowed her head to his 
crotch.  When she came up her lips were coated with his goo and Jerry had the 
beginnings of another hardon.  "Keep sucking, Gloria.  I want to fuck you, 
honey...Now !"

    Gloria looked down into his crotch and already he was standing.  She 
pushed him on to his back on the couch and rose between his legs.  Her hand 
was between her legs, fingering herself.  Jerry's cock was bobbing.  She 
straddled him, sunk herself on to his dick and started riding him.  She was 
sweating in under three minutes and Jerry hadn't moved a muscle.  He knew if 
he did...He'd blow his nuts again !  He'd never had a fuck like this !  This 
cunt was one hot piece of ass !

    They'd been finished for about ten minutes.  Jerry's breathing was just 
returning to normal.  Gloria was draped over him and her sweat was dribbling 
down on to his rib cage.

    "Thanks, Jerry.  I needed that.  My boy friend just left town for a while 
and I'm really horny."  Although he had no dreams that he was the only one; 
Jerry had never asked her about others...Didn't want to know.  Why was she 
telling him now ?  Then he remembered when he arrived...The smell.  The cunt 
had been smoking pot...Probably with him !?

    "You get your dope from your boy friend ?"  It was just a stab in the dark 
but Jerry fancied he knew a little about interrogation.

    "How'd you know ?"  She was honestly surprised, not expecting it to be 
this easy.

    "I smelled it a couple of weeks ago...We've been on to him for a while."  
Jerry lied.  What the hell, scare the shit out of her...What the fuck ?  This 
bimbo was stupid...Giving up her boy friend so easily.  What did she think he 
was going to do with the information ?  Buy dope from him ?  What a stupid 
cunt !  He was a state senator !  She was surely stoned today, thinking 
that...

    "When's he getting back ?"

    "Who knows ?  He comes.  He goes.  Jerry, honey, he's the guy who made it 
snow dope at the concert a while back.  I heard from a friend of his that the 
same thing happened during a pep rally at one of the high schools...Teachers 
and administrators totally clueless until kids started running for the exits 
with handfuls of marijuana cigarettes."

    "You're telling me that fucker is your boy friend !?"

    "No shit, Jerry !  He's over here all the time.  Shit !  Want me to set up 
a meet for you, Jerry ?  He'll debate the issues with you....Publicly, if you 
want.  Come on, Jerry...Don't tell me you've never tried it ?  Shit !  I'm 
stoned out of my mind every time you come over...Doesn't seem to bother you 
while you're fucking my eyes out.  I'm wild when I'm stoned and you love it, 
Jerry.  Admit it."

    Jerry felt like a pervert.  He did love it.  He was embarrassed.  He 
pushed away from her and rose.  His clothes were in a pile by the front door.  
He wondered if the doper guy knew he was coming over here ?  Shit !  When did 
that fucker come over ?  Maybe...No, he couldn't have the cops stake out the 
place...Jerry wasn't that stupid.  Gloria was a grade "A" piece of ass.  He 
wasn't throwing that away just to catch some doper.  He had his pants on and 
turned to face her, slipping on his shoes and buttoning up his shirt.

    "You'll really introduce me to him ?"

    "Well, he probably wouldn't want to meet you here but he'd meet you...say 
at a mall, for lunch...then maybe back to his place to smoke some dubbies ?  
What do you think the guy is ?  Stupid !?  You'd bust him in a minute.  He 
wouldn't meet you in hundred years...Yet he could be standing right next to 
you or having an affair with your wife and you'd never know it, Jerry.  He 
calls it magic and he figures as long as he has it, he'll remain a free man.  
He's got hundreds if not thousands of kids in this valley armed with a sincere 
desire to see marijuana made legal.  `My friends' he calls them..."

    Jerry cut her off with, "Shut the fuck up, Gloria !  He's one man against 
the entire police forces of three police departments, not counting the 
sheriff's office...And then the feds.  In time, he's toast.  Another stunt 
like that stadium thing and he'll be dreaming his life away in some prison, 
getting his fudge packed every night."

    Gloria shot back.  "I don't think so !  Not many prisoners are going to 
want to piss off their `numero uno' dope dealer.  His shit is so good...One, 
two hits and you're tripping.  He says, looking at the big picture, that he's 
not that important.  It's the legend he's building.  If he does it right, 
`Willy's Bud' will live forever.  Shit !  He's cultivated this valley for over 
ten years.  Some of his `friends' have graduated from college.  They're all 
professional and all of them have the same hobby.  They cultivate hemp in 
their closets and cultivate their friends to do the same.  It'll take a while 
but Willy says youth have nothing but time to kill...So why not promote 
something revolutionary !  That's what youth are supposed to do."

    Jerry exploded, "You stupid, cunt !  All I have to do is have this place 
staked out and he's toast !"  He turned and marched for the door.  He'd lost 
his composure and was smart enough to get out before he really stepped on his 
dick.

    "He hopes you try, Jerry !  He knows about us !  He's got video of your 
comings and goings."  Jerry was half way to the door and the chill of the room 
made him shiver.  He turned slowly and moved toward Gloria.

    For just a second she thought he might hit her but he only threatened.  
"Tell that fuck head he better have some real fucking magic because after I 
tell this story to several of my supporters, every cop in the valley is going 
to take it as his personal duty to bring the fucker in."  Jerry twirled, 
stomped off and slammed the door on his way out.

    All he could think of was...Fuck !  This guy had to be fucking her, too ?  
Jerry was pissed.  He really thought he was something special to her even 
though he was giving her a little something every week.  Shit !  She was 
always cuming like a banshee....Yelling and screaming the whole time.  He 
wondered if that pot head made her yell and scream ?

    I tripped up the stairs about ten minutes after he left and while Gloria 
was showering, removed and replaced the tapes.  Gloria and I smoked a bowl and 
I asked her a whole bunch of stupid questions.  She really gave me some pretty 
descent answers and I left about a half hour after I arrived.

                           ***** CHAPTER SIX ******

    Two nights later...Two undercover types followed Gloria all over the 
valley as she partied at three different clubs.  I thought it was a riot and 
had a super time following the three of them.  I even danced with Gloria at 
one of the clubs and shoved a pound of bud down the front of her pants.  It 
was after two before I got in and I slept late the next morning.  It was a 
school day and my business never began until class let out.....

    .....Gina Weeden was looking forward to Friday.  She'd been invited over 
to Willy's place again.  She'd told her parents that she was invited to spend 
the night at Amy's.  Amy's parents were spending the weekend at their cabin up 
in Utah.  It was the perfect set up.  The two of them wouldn't have to be home 
all night.....

    .....She was hanging out at school with the girl's she'd met that first 
time she was at Willy's.  They were either sophomores or juniors and she felt 
real cool hanging out with them.  The five of them gathered for study hall 
every afternoon after school.  Two solid hours of studying...No fucking 
around.  Some days they'd quiz each other if one of them had a test coming up.  
It was almost like an after school club but you had to make your grades to be 
a member.  No shit !  Get a "C" and Willy was all over you just like, "Stink 
on shit !"  One of the girls imitated him.  All of them cracked up !

    Gina really couldn't be a full fledged member until she made her grades at 
the semester...Three point zero minimum to get initiated.  She was told it was 
like pledging a fraternity.  Doreen was her mentor...More like a big sister, 
probably and Willy called her a "sensi."  She was a junior and had a 3.7 grade 
point average.  She was the leader of their group.  Gina would have to 
interview with Willy several times before she'd be admitted.  Even if she made 
her grades, she might not be accepted.  The group had to vote her in.  And 
Willy rarely went against the group.....

    .....Her father was spending a lot of time out...Politicking, she was sure.  
The election was just around the corner.  Her mother was spending a little 
more time away from home also.  She wondered what that was all about ?  But 
kept her mouth shut.  Secretly she was very happy they were both spending so 
much time away from home.

    "I'll be on the beeper, Gina."

    "Remember, dad, I'm spending the night at Amy's !"

    "Oh !  Yea...What time are you going to be home tomorrow ?"  Shit !  There 
was a good football game on...Florida versus Florida State.  He hoped she 
didn't have to return the favor right away ?!  But Gina was already out the 
door and on her way to Amy's.....

    .....I was really stoked.  The interview with Gina went great.  I pulled 
no punches and told her straight out that while she might have been asked on 
her own merits as she was a friend of Amy...The fact that her father was a 
state senator...Well, I could see how she might get the wrong idea.  I was 
attempting to change the tax structure of the state of Nevada and her father 
would definitely be involved.  I asked her to keep an ear open around the 
house.  "...if your dad happens to mention my name and some bust or police 
action in the same sentence...You know ?"  I told her that if this was too 
much for her...It would all go away.  She could still be a member of the group 
but wouldn't share in the cloak and dagger shit.

    It really was a long process to bring a friend on board.  Honestly, some 
of them lose interest after a couple of months...And no, I'm not fucking all 
of them.  Some of them, I've met only one or two times.  But Amy's sensi, 
Doreen, was special.  We'd hooked up several times and I was planning on 
making tonight one of them.

    The group talked about cultivation for a while and all of us rolled 
several "C-gars."  And of course we smoked a lot of bud.  It was a little 
after midnight before I found Doreen alone.

    "Gina...gonna work out ?"

    "A little too early to tell but she's a good student and..."  Doreen went 
on for another several minutes but I was already undressing her with my eyes.

    "Want to do the hot tub ?"  I let the question dangle in the air.  She 
picked up the bong and headed toward the bedroom.  The rest of the girls were 
sacked out in various bedrooms in the back of the house.  I closed the doors 
to the master bedroom after I entered and found Doreen already opening her 
blouse.  Doreen Michaels had a big set of breasts hiding in her bra cups...Way 
more than a handful.  She loved to ride while I sucked and massaged them.  My 
hardon was visible in my jeans and Doreen was pointing at it.

    "What's that, mister ?"

    I laughed as I stared at the large areolae that adorned Doreen's tits.  
Her nipples required a lot of attention to become erect and she always 
wondered why a guy's cock got hard just looking at a naked lady ?  My "T" 
shirt was up over my head and I was working on my jeans.

    Doreen was sitting on the bed, pulling her jeans down.  I could already 
see the growth of pubic hair at the junction of her thighs and in just a few 
moments I'd get to see her fat cunt lips.  She wasn't a real hairy girl and 
her bush was the same color as the hair on her head...A light brown.  My dick 
was bobbing in the air as I moved toward the door that led to the hot tub...An 
out door affair this time.

    It would be cold and I was dying to see Doreen's nipples erect in the 
night air.  I was going to suck them until they got sore...And probably fuck 
her until we both got sore.  I was hard as rock when the night air surrounded 
my phallus.

    We hardly made it though a bowl before I floated across the hot tub and 
started playing with her floating breasts.  Her nipples were large for a young 
lady.  Doreen was just seventeen and usually horny as shit.  We were kissing 
when I felt her hand grab a hold of my dick.

    "Not so hard now, mister."  I laughed as my tongue traveled down her neck 
and on to her shoulder.  She tasted of salt and sweat.  My hands were full of 
her breast meat, her nipples still flaccid.  In one move I thrust my hands up 
under her arms and lifted her to the edge of the hot tub.  Her breasts thrust 
out of her chest and my mouth attacked her right nipple and areolae.  She 
thrust her breast into my face and I could feel the power coming back into my 
limp dick.

    She was leaning back on her hands as I alternated from one breast to the 
other.  I was almost out of the hot tub and grinding a rapidly filling penis 
against the soft meat of her thigh.  She was moaning a bit but then Doreen 
always did that when someone was eating her breast meat.  She really went wild 
when you went down on her and I was getting ready to do just that.

    Her legs were already spread which allowed me to feast on her breasts but 
I spread them further as I settled to my knees in the hot tub.  Her nipples 
were fully erect, her breast meat still dripping water.  Her hair was sparse 
between her legs and I quickly cleared it away from her labia.  I loved the 
first lick and usually started from where her buns came together, sliding my 
tongue up to her sheathed clitoris.  Her hips came off the tile and I buried 
my face in her groin and dug my tongue into her cunt.

    Her first orgasm came in under a minute and by then I was batting her clit 
with the tip of my tongue and reaming a finger into her anus.  Her cunt butter 
was flowing freely and even in the hot water my cock was becoming turgid.  
Another orgasm about three minutes later and I was standing between her 
splayed legs, flexing my half hard dick.  Doreen leaned forward without moving 
her arms and sucked my entire length into her mouth.  My hands were on the 
back of her head and I could feel myself growing in her mouth.

    Before she started bobbing her head, I pushed her on to her back and 
entered her warm insides.  Doreen was not tight by any stretch of the 
imagination but I gave it the old college try and was soon sweating above her.  
Her legs were around my hips and ass, her heels pounding on my butt every now 
and again.  Her third orgasm arrived as I started jerking around between her 
legs.  My dick, already shrinking, was still slipping in and out of her creamy 
cunt.  I threw my head back and moaned real loud.  Doreen started laughing.  
She knew that later I'd become superman and drive her insane.

                          ***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****

    Erin was sitting beside me when we started the video of Ginny.  Tony, the 
blonde guy, had stripped off her jeans and underwear; perched Ginny up on the 
kitchen counter, dragged a chair over and commenced eating her.  The longer he 
ate the wider Ginny spread her legs.  I was half hard and knew Erin was 
excited as her nipples were standing out in her "T" shirt.

    "When ?"

    "When do you want it ?  I think she'll go for it any time but she'll be 
having second thoughts about now.  I'm sure she'll get over it quick enough 
though...I bet I could set it up for this weekend.  What about your end ?"

    "Taken care of in living color...A little better quality than this but 
that's my fault."  I was watching Ginny going down on Tony like a pro, her 
lips sliding up and down his cock.  She was naked and her tits were bouncing a 
bit as she bobbed her head over Tony's very thick cock.  I was fully hard and 
stroking myself.  "Want to go trolling ?"

    Erin just laughed.  "You horny old fuck !  Let me call some people first, 
ok ?"

    I just nodded as Ginny kept sliding her lips up and down Tony's pole.  Her 
lips were spread wide to get him all in her mouth.  I've seen some very 
experienced ladies who couldn't get their lips around Tony.  I torched up the 
bowl and leaned back in the stuffed chair.....

    .....Several blocks away Ginny was sitting in her usual spot at the place 
she usually went.  She'd put a lot of effort into her outfit and makeup, 
thought she looked pretty good.  God !  Damn !  Last night was just crazy !  
She got picked up for the very first time in her life.  The events flashed 
through her mind.  Watching Erin as she stripped in front of the dark haired 
guy.  The next thing she knew the blonde guy was pulling her jeans down.  She 
just laughed a little and...Oh !  My !  God !  She even helped him.  And what 
he did then sent a shudder through her.  She'd gone back to bed this morning, 
after they left for work and school, and played with herself for over an hour.

    She looked around the bar and imagined how it would be with a number of 
guys in the bar.  A young guy returned her stare as she checked out the 
line-up.  She couldn't hold his gaze and quickly went back to playing video 
poker.  The thought of his face between her legs made her shiver.  He wasn't 
looking at her when, after two hands, she brought her head up and looked 
around again.  She wondered ?  If she kept looking ???

    She decided on the way home that she would move her "shenanigans" a little 
further from home.  Better safe than sorry.  Shit !  Jerry would never figure 
it out anyway as he was always too busy with his political work.  That was 
"ok" with her.  She could hardly wait for tomorrow morning.  As soon as her 
daughter and husband left the house she was going to drive herself crazy.....

    .....I saw them first...Two late-teens, strolling down the mall just about 
closing time.  They wandered toward the exit but didn't exit.  Instead one of 
them used the pay phone against the wall.  I could damn near hear them from a 
hundred feet away.  The young thing bounced the phone off the wall and said 
very clearly, "Fuck you, bitch !"

    Erin started window shopping as I approached them.  "Aaahh...Need a ride, 
ladies ?  My wife will be by in a second and we could give you a ride home."  
I pointed to Erin who was wandering down the middle of the mall, her arms full 
of bags.  I even had a couple.

    It was in the bag...They came with us and as soon as I pulled out of the 
parking space, Erin torched up a bowl.  The two of them looked at each other.  
The little blonde was cute.  Nice bumps for tits and a great little ass.  The 
brunette was a little chubby but had a "T" shirt full of big tits !  I smiled 
as they apparently decided to hit off the pipe.  I watched the brunette take a 
hit through the rear view mirror.  My cock was getting hard.

    After taking my turn, I squeaked out, "You guys got to be home any time 
soon ?  I got a shit pot more at the house.  Well, you could come over when 
ever you want but...If you got the time now...Well, we could do it now.  Up to 
you...What do you say ?"

    Erin was handing the pipe back over into the back of the van.  You can't 
beat the mother fuckers...Vans, that is...Oh !  And glass pipes are pretty 
cool, too !  They were back to looking at each other.

    This was the important part.  Who ever spoke for the two would be mine.  
It was the blonde.  "We'd have to be back home before about two.  That ok ?"  
And on a Thursday night !  I had a full hardon in my jeans and was dying to 
get home.....

    .....The house was dark and quite a ways from where we picked them up.  I 
drove right into the garage and didn't get out of the van until the garage 
door was down.  There was no garage light so when I turned off the engine we 
were plunged into darkness.  Silence engulfed the van.  The over head light 
flashed on when I opened the van door and I made sure they both got a good 
look at the crotch of my jeans as they got out.  Erin was already packing the 
bowl in the kitchen...Our packages forgotten.....

    .....The pipe had gone around about three times and I was in the ozone.  
The blonde was leaning back against the couch as she was sitting on the floor.  
There were pillows all around and I was laying on one.  I rolled toward her 
and pulled her face to mine.  Her lips were thin and dry.  My tongue snaked 
between them and fenced with her dry tongue.  Erin and her friend watched.  
Her friend was sitting on the couch.  Shit !  I didn't even know their names.  
I started laughing and broke off the kiss.

    "...Aaahh...What's your name ?  I'm Willy."

    "D...Darla...That's Jessie."  She didn't move, like she expected to get 
kissed again.  She wasn't disappointed.  I was driving my tongue in and out of 
her mouth like it was a cock.  When she started sucking on it, I reached for 
her nearest breast.  Not quite a handful, her nipple already hard.  I pinched 
it a few times and then dropped my hand to her crotch.

    Darla threw her head back and exhaled real loud.  I'd thrown her leg over 
mine and was ravaging her crotch with the heal of my hand, right up against 
her mound.  My mouth went to her exposed neck and I was tasting her skin with 
my teeth and tongue.  I was pushing her on to her back when I looked across 
the room.  Erin had her jeans and panties off, knees spread, fingering 
herself.  Jessie couldn't make up her mind who to watch ?  Her friend who was 
getting it on with a guy older than their parents or the woman, across the 
room in the stuffed chair, who was fingering herself.  Nobody was looking at 
her so she spread her legs a little and began to massage her crotch with a 
couple of fingers.

    Darla's tits were small tennis balls of flesh topped with tiny nipples, 
hardly darker than her skin color.  I sucked one into my mouth and worked on 
opening her jeans.  She helped and was soon naked below the waist.  I worked 
lower and didn't stop until I was in her sparsely, dark haired snatch.  It was 
randy and sloppy wet.  Her pubic hair was damp and got wetter the closer I 
came to her cunt.  She tasted sour but I soon got used to it and was licking 
her from hole to clit with big dog-like laps.

    I rose and lowered my jeans.  My cock was hard as stone and ready for 
combat.  Darla's cunt was a swamp and let me tell you...This little thing had 
dangling cunt lips...Long dangling lips in her dark pubic hair.  I fingered 
her a little as I struggled to get my pants down far enough to fuck her...Got 
them down to my knees, said. "Fuck, it !"  And pulled her over onto my stomach 
as I rolled to my back.  Her "T" shirt was up around her neck, her bra with 
it.

    I manhandled her until I could poke my cock into her.  She was hardly 
tight and I started fucking as soon as I felt her envelope me.  Both my hands 
were on her ass and I was really bucking under her.  She was breathing hard on 
my neck but I was hardly working up a sweat.  I looked up and found Erin, 
naked, sitting on the couch with Jessie.  Jessie still had all her clothes on 
but Erin was working on opening the young thing's jeans.  I fucked Jessie's 
girl friend faster.  Darla was moaning and groaning.

    "Joe Cocker" made an appearance and I was horny for new meat.  Jessie had 
her jeans open but that was about it.  Erin had her hand down the young girl's 
pants and I was sure she had a finger buried in her.  Jessie's eyes flashed 
open when I started kissing her but she never made a move to stop me from 
fondling her tits, nice big mountains of flesh on her chest.

    I was working her sweat shirt up over her head.  Her bra provided little 
support and was almost all a very fine lace.  One of her tits was partially 
out of the cup and my mouth feasted on it while I wrestled the other one all 
the way out.  I pinched her nipples until they were nice and hard, knuckle 
size knobs on a large, light brown areolae.

    Erin yanked the young thing's jeans down around her ankles and was lapping 
at her cunt, a forest of dark pubic hair.  She was much hairier than her 
friend and I was like steel.  I pulled Erin's face out of her crotch and found 
two thick, red, glistening cunt lips spread before me.  I knee walked into her 
and raised her legs to my shoulders.  She squealed and wiggled around as I 
sunk my pole into her.  She was much tighter than her friend or maybe her cunt 
was fatter ?  I didn't care and was off to the races.  Erin was helping Darla 
out of her "T" shirt and bra.  Jessie was starting to yell a little as she 
spasamed before me.  The orgy had just begun.  I fucked Jessie faster and felt 
her tremble again.  Her tits were wild on her chest, nipples hard and areolae 
all crinkly.  She had her hands wedged against the back of the couch as I 
pounded in and out of her fat, hairy crotch.....

                          ***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****

    Jerry skipped up the steps to Gloria's and rang the bell.  He was excited.  
The bug, in his pant's pocket, had been his police contact's idea.  It was 
almost two minutes before Gloria came to the door.  Jerry was anxious and 
losing his patience waiting for her.  He burst into the room as soon as Gloria 
opened the door.

    "What the fuck took you so long ?"  He was a little short...It had rained 
pot at one of the malls out in Henderson yesterday afternoon.  "Your mother 
fuckin' boy friend is toast !"  Gloria saw he was agitated and immediately put 
a finger to her lips.

    Jerry immediately lowered his voice.  "What's that for ?"  Gloria was 
pointing over toward her bedroom.

    Jerry immediately rushed toward the bedroom.  Gloria was trying to suppress 
laughter.  Jerry found the blonde teenager, sitting on the edge of the bed, 
and immediately dragged her out into the front room.

    "Who is this, Gloria ?  And you better not give me any bullshit."  Gloria 
and the blonde teenager looked back and forth between Jerry and each other.

    "Aaahhh...I'm Penny...A friend of Willy's..."  J.J. would have been proud 
of her and Willy...Well, Willy just knew she'd work out okay !

    "And just how do you know Gloria ?"  The last thing Jerry said before 
Gloria came up behind him and put her arms around his waist.

    "She's a `friend' of my boy friend.  Remember...I told you about his 
`friends'...Didn't I, Jerry ?  She's delivering my marijuana, Jerry.  We were 
just going to light up a big phattie...Just like the ones that have been 
falling from the sky all over town."

    Penny was holding out one of Willy's big, fat, green cigar joints.

    "You know how horny it makes me.  It makes my boy friend real horny, too !  
How about you, Penny, does it make you horny ?"

    The young girl was just smiling and wagging the joint back and forth.  
Jerry was mesmerized by the joint.  Gloria was working her hands down the 
front of his pants.

    Jerry was beyond caring about the joint or Gloria's boy friend.  The bimbo 
had her hands in his pants and the young girl was staring at them roaming 
around his crotch.  He was getting a hardon and thinking more of fucking them 
both than of debating the evils of marijuana.  He felt Gloria undo his belt 
and then his slacks were falling down his legs.  His cock was impersonating a 
tent pole in his jockeys.  The teenager was looking right at it.

    She was a really cute blonde with a nice blouse full of tit; wearing jeans  
so tight her cunt lips were clearly visible at her crotch.  Jerry had a 
ragging hardon and Gloria was starting to stroke him.  His jockey shorts were 
down around his thighs and Gloria's hands were massaging his balls and slowly 
jacking him off.

    The teenager was lighting up the joint.  Now, she was taking a huge drag 
and unbuttoning her blouse with her other hand.  Jerry started working his tie 
off.  Gloria was working on his shirt buttons.  The teenager was shucking off 
her blouse and holding out the joint to him.  Gloria reached under his arm to 
capture it.  Jerry could feel her bare breasts against his back.  He was 
harder than snot, his boner bouncing around in his groin.

    The teenager quickly got out of her clothes and stepped right up next to 
Jerry.  Her hands captured his hardon and Jerry threw his head back.  He had 
four hands running around his groin and was almost ready to cum.  He pushed 
the teenager away from him and pulled Gloria around so that both the girls 
were in front of him.

    The teenager's tits were bigger than Gloria's and her areolae were much 
larger...As big as his wife's.  Her nipples were hard and pointing right at 
his chest.  The young thing's crotch was covered with a thick pile of dark 
pubic hair and Jerry wanted to poke his dick into her.

    He propelled them both into the bedroom and was between Penny's legs, 
fucking her, in under a minute.  He came twenty strokes later.  As soon as he 
stopped moving, Gloria rolled him off the teenager and started sucking on his 
cock.  The teenager was back smoking the joint.  She leaned over as Gloria's 
head bobbed over his loins and blew a whole lung full of smoke into Jerry's 
mouth as she frenched with him.

    Ten minutes and four kisses later, Jerry wasn't sure which one of the boys 
he was ?  Gloria was riding his hard cock and the teenager was sucking on 
Gloria's tits.  Jerry had his hand between the teenager's legs and was 
fingering the shit out of her cum drenched vagina.....

    .....I'd waited patiently in the parking lot.  He was real late coming 
down the stairs....Close to eight.  Duh...I wonder why !?  I was sure I'd 
scored as I watched him driving out of the vacant lot behind the apartment 
complex.  I was up the stairs like a sprinter.  Gloria opened the door before 
I knocked.  I was in and told the girls to go jump into the shower.  I turned 
off the lights and peeked out the window blinds until well after I heard the 
water go off in the bathroom.

    I walked into the bedroom.  Both of them were dressed.  Gloria was down on 
her knees pulling the cassette out of the machine below the bed.

    "How's J.J. doing, Penny ?"

    "Super, Malibu...Business is `outasight,' as J.J. would say.  Shit !  I 
hardly get any time off."

    "Well, this ought to be over in a short while."  I handed her an ounce of 
"Willy's Bud."  "Make sure you share a little of this with J.J. and Gee Gee.  
He still pissed about the boat thing ?"

    "Shit no, Willy !  He talks about it all the time now.  Like it's his 
badge of courage.  Claims he was tied up by a special forces unit...The same 
fuckers who attacked the arms dealer's mansion out in the desert."

    I laughed my ass off.....

    .....Jerry was way late getting home but Ginny was out and his daughter 
was watching TV.  He went straight to his room and climbed into bed.  Bug !  
What bug ?  Night, night, Jerry.....

                                    *****

    Ginny got out of the car and made her way toward the mall.  She'd never 
been to this place and wasn't sure she was going to like it.  Erin was already 
ahead of her, gabbing like a fool.  "Come on, slow poke.  I'm telling you this 
place will knock your socks off."

    It was dim inside and there was hardly anyone there.  Ginny immediately 
figured this place was a bust.  They sat at the bar and whiled away their time 
playing video poker.

    "What the fuck are we waiting here for ?  This place sucks !"

    "I'm getting some weed from my friend, Willy.  Sometimes he hangs out with 
a bunch of hot guys.  Well, a couple of times I've partied with him.  I think 
you'll like him.  I know you'll like the guys he hangs out with."  Ginny 
continued feeding quarters into the machine in front of her.  She laughed to 
herself...Jerry would like nothing better than to see all these "friends" of 
Erin's get busted.

    It was half an hour later before I strolled into the dimly lit bar.  I 
wasn't alone.  I had Tony and a friend of his, Don, in trail with me.  He was 
blonde like Tony but not quite as well off in the dick department.  That was 
okay !  There was going to be plenty of cock for her to choose from.  I walked 
right past them, like I didn't see them...My friends following me and while 
Tony was close to thirty, Don was still in high school and horny as a dog.

    We sat in the restaurant and ordered as soon as the waitress came to the 
table.  I was so zoned I could hardly focus on Erin, sitting at the bar.  I 
waved.  Erin waved back.  She was up and sitting in the booth right after the 
waitress left with our order.  That left Ginny alone at the bar.

    Not five minutes later, I waved her over.  She blushed a little when I 
introduced Tony but other than that got right into the swing of things.  We 
left as soon as we finished eating.....

    .....The house was dark and we congregated in the kitchen, passing the 
pipe around.  Erin wandered off with Don and that left the three of us.  In 
less than half an hour, Ginny was down to her bra and panties.  Both Tony and 
I were nude, boners waving in the air.  Ginny's tits sagged a little more than 
Erin's and her bush was not quite as hairy but her nipples were like small 
erections.  I was sucking on her tits and Tony was on his knees sucking on her 
pussy.

    A bit later, still in the kitchen, I started fucking her while she sucked 
Tony's cock.  Her ass was wide but pretty nice with a good growth of curly 
dark hair surrounding her asshole.  I reamed a finger into her anus and heard 
the muffled sound of her retort around the thick cock in her mouth.  I was 
fucking to beat the band when Don walked in, naked, and stood at my side, 
waiting his turn.  Erin and the dildo showed up next so we moved on into the 
bedroom and really started having fun.

    Ginny was just about uncontrollable while we took turns fucking her.  She 
took all three of us at once and I got to pierce her asshole.  She was tight 
and gave "Little Don" quite a ride as I packed her fudge.  She was almost all 
noise as we fucked her, hardly able to keep Tony's fat cock in her mouth.  Don 
blew his load first but I wasn't far behind.  After we untangled, Tony climbed 
between her legs, drilled his fat cock into her cunt and power fucked her for 
ten minutes.  Ginny was a sweaty mess in the center of the bed while the rest 
of us passed the pipe around.  She didn't get home until after four.  Erin and 
I sacked out until five the following afternoon.....

                           ***** CHAPTER NINE *****

    The park was perfect for my plans.....Lush and green with plenty of mature 
trees...Plenty of ways in and out with a shit load of places to hide.  The 
best part was the wall at the North end of the park.  It separated the park 
from a residential neighborhood.  I'd planned this rat fuck for a long time 
and wanted it to be perfect...It had to be !

    I'm going underground after the election regardless of the outcome.  I'm 
supporting several politicians.  They either win or lose.  Karma was not going 
to fix this.  Maybe, we'd have to collect signatures to get it on the ballot ?  
Maybe this was, like back to square one ?  When did I realize that the 
strategy would have to change ?

    Not an original idea but the ruling class doesn't seem to mind taxing 
vice.  Another vice to tax just like the casinos and prostitution...Cigarettes 
and booze.  Why not marijuana ?  Just more money for them to spend.  With a 
couple of weeks notice, Crosby, Stills, Nash...With or without Young would 
fill a "special event" stadium where some very potent marijuana...Maybe 
several different brands would be available for smoking...The Silver Bowl 
filled to capacity with a five buck per joint tax.  Joints would be of a 
regulated size and people couldn't sell loose grass at an event.  Do the math.  
Twenty thousand...Two joints a piece is a cool two hundred grand to the "man" 
for just that event.  What rock and roll group wouldn't want to come to Las 
Vegas, to perform at one of our "special events" ?  Either way, this would 
establish a really way out legend !

    Off to Meadows mall...I feel a marijuana front approaching.  I'd just 
phoned several radio stations.  Most of them were broadcasting the news of a 
coming "marijuana front."  Several chose not to and the ratings of those 
stations in the coming weeks were going only one way...Down.  They tried to 
justify their decisions as the right thing to do...The lawful thing to do but 
when hundreds of kids started streaming into Meadows mall and just hanging 
out, I knew every teen station in town would carry it the next time.

     I'd been here at zero dark-thirty...A custodial engineer and hid the weed 
in one of the restrooms.  It was now in my back pack.  Three assistants, also 
with back packs, were roaming around in the growing crowd.  I immediately 
started handing out joints as I mixed with the crowd.  In seconds I was 
surrounded by a mass of kids and started throwing the joints out into the 
crowd.  The kids were cheering and clapping as I climbed up on one of the mall 
store fronts and tossed handfuls of green cigar-like joints out into the 
crowd.  I could see my assistants throwing joints into their areas...Several 
uniformed security men entered the mall about an eighth of a mile away from 
the commotion in front of me.

    I yelled at the top of my lungs, "Ladies and gentlemen...The authorities 
have arrived.  Come on now...Tax Weed !  Free Hemp !  Tax Weed !  Free Hemp !  
Tax Weed !  Free Hemp !"  The crowd started to pick up the chant.  I was 
tossing the remains of the joints into the crowd.  Nobody panicked.  Hardly 
anyone moved actually and I was able to sneak away through a store and into 
the storage area behind the store fronts then into the parking lot.

    Real police vehicles were speeding into the mall parking lot, tires 
screeching, sirens wailing and lights flashing.  I was just motoring out of my 
parking slot and had to wait for them.  I looked at my watch, just eighteen 
minutes since I phoned the stations.  That was closer than I anticipated.  
Anti-drug forces were getting very organized since I'd burned them several 
times now.

    Twenty minutes later I was on the phone to the morning paper, reporting 
the event like a good citizen.  It made the front page of the Review Journal !  
They used a picture from the concert and even mentioned my name !  I was on 
cloud nine and if everything went according to plan, would be big time 
telegraphing the final move...But before then there were going to be a 
blizzard of rat fucks.....

    .....Jerry was sitting on the couch.  The young teenager was standing on 
the other side of the coffee table and Gloria was sitting next to Jerry with 
her butt right on the edge of the couch.

    "...knew it was going to happen then ?"  The teenager nodded her head.  
"Even before the news on the radio ?"  The teenager kept nodding.  "Did you 
know about the rock concert ?"

    It was the first time the teenager talked.  "Yea...I was there with a 
bunch of balloons.  That's how it rained joints.  They were hooked on to the 
balloons.  Two strings...One for the balloons...One for making it rain dope."  
Jerry took a few moments to mull that over.  There had been no balloons at the 
high school pep rally or either of the malls.  Jerry couldn't understand why 
this all started now...Right before the election ?

    The states and the federal government had been debating this medicinal 
marijuana question for two years.  The feds were not going to relent...Anyone 
who thought they were...Well, were smoking dope !

    Or was this flaunting of the marijuana laws really just a terrorist plot 
to weaken the resolve of the United States ?  It was no longer a question to 
Jerry Weeden.  It was fact.  He was sure of it !

    "Have you heard any of his friends talking about Al-Qaeda...You know the 
terrorist group ?"

    Penny started laughing.  "You're smoking crack...If you believe that Mr. 
Weeden !  Willy Tamarack has instructed all of us to report all suspicious 
activity to the police ASAP.  Terrorism is bad for business.  Cuts down on 
profits."

    "Just what the hell does he call what he's doing ?"

    "Capitalism.  It's going to be legal...It's just a matter of time.  
Private use and consumption only...Maybe special concerts...Whatever !?  It's 
going to be legal...When that happens, brand name recognition will be 
paramount.  The stuff will be from all over the world...'Cause when we 
legalize it, everyone will.  We're the number one consumer market...That's not 
going to change in our life times.  Everyone will want to sell dope to us.  
`Willy's Bud' will already have a foothold in the market.  He says the west 
coast is doubling last year's numbers with the same number of associates.  
He's got some people who have worked with him for ten, fifteen years.  They're 
lawyers, doctors, store owners.  He's only had one of his associates get 
caught in all that time..."

    Penny wanted that to soak in for a moment until she finished up with, 
"...and everyone said that she was not the sharpest knife in the drawer."  
Jerry stared at the young teenager.  Gloria was nodding her head up and down.

    "Ok...Ok...Penny, that's a good start, darling.  Now...Have you heard of 
anything coming up in the future ?"  Silence filled the room.

    Penny looked Mr. Weeden right in the eyes.  "Need to know.  I have no need 
to know until just prior to the event.  I'm real junior."

    "What's `just prior' mean...A couple of hours ?"

    She ignored his put down.  This guy had to be a fool to think that shit 
like this was planned in an afternoon...Hours...What an idiot.  "Those in the 
know, maybe a month...I'm guessing at a lot of this.  We've never been so 
active in the two years I've been a member.  But I'll know days in advance and 
maybe even work the event."

    "No shit !  That's super, Penny.  It'd mean a couple of hundred to you for 
any info.  Say a hundred for every day before the event.  How's that sound, 
Penny ?"

    "Pretty good, Mister Weeden !"

    "Do you happen to know where he gets his dope ?"  Jerry was hot to bust 
this asshole.  Gloria turned on him easy enough...For an extra hundred last 
week...Well, this week too !

    Penny kept staring right into Jerry's eyes.  "All over...He talks about 
having a garden in every closet but I don't think this stuff is local.  The 
word among the group was that he just got a huge shipment in from Mexico.  
Shit !  You guys won't believe this...One of the girls has been down there.  
She said there were hundreds of acres of weed...Only the best is picked and 
then hand rolled.  Then it's shipped up here...Right across the border in 
trucks.  I've heard him talking tons.  Now that's a lot of weed."

    "Fuckin' `A' !"  It was Jerry.  Gloria just continued nodding her head up 
and down.....

    .....I was laughing my ass off, listening to the video.  Now, not all of 
the participants appeared in living color but the mic picked up all their 
voices.  I figured Jerry was just about ready to swallow anything I fed him.  
"D" Day was approaching quickly !  I was glad I wouldn't have to resort to 
blackmail to get the operation airborne...Just a whole bunch of 
disinformation.  This was going to be a lot better...And a lot more fun !

                                    #####

    The horn sounded !  The regatta was under way.  The sailing ships were 
quite impressive as they tacked off the starting line, heading South...She was 
hopelessly last from the gun and fell further behind before they made the 
first turn.  She was sluggish in the water, like she was towing a great 
weight.  But what fool, in his right mind, would weigh down a sailing vessel; 
especially one competing at this level ?

    The last place team was treated with respect at the "after race" party.
Except for the fact that none of them drank, they appeared to be regular guys. 
They seemed a little sullen for last place finishers and if all were honest; 
didn't even sail well for a last place finisher.

    The losers were off for the West Coast tomorrow...Some regatta in Long 
Beach.  They were not missed in the following days.

                                    #####

    The foreign man, who helped shoot down the Southwest jet out of John Wayne 
Airport had been there for...Shit !  He had no idea...Was now making up stuff 
just to stay alive.  He didn't know it but there were several other foreign 
men spending time in this facility.  A facility that very few knew about.  
Plausible denial was still alive and well.  One by one they had broken and 
spilled their secrets.  Unfortunately, for those asking the questions, none of 
them knew what came next.  But they all told the same story about the day air 
travel, as we know it, ceased to exist.....

    .....The President read the document again.  The strong consensus was that 
another attack would occur around the time of the election...But it could be 
anything ?  Not a one would venture a guess.  He wondered how many ideas were 
floating around out there...At the lower levels...Ideas that couldn't be 
supported...But they were all written down to ensure that somebody had the 
right answer.  Just not the right somebody !  One of them was sure to be 
correct...But which one ?  Were events spinning out of control ?  How tight 
could he clamp down ?

                           ***** CHAPTER TEN *****

    Carmen was briefing a group of girls at her place.  I was making "no 
notice" visits to every group.  There were several groups planning events just 
prior to the election but the rally at the park was the biggest.  We hoped to 
have several thousand...A real lot of dope was being promised to an awful lot 
of people.  I had entered from the rear of the property and was just stepping 
up on to the front porch when the door opened about four inches.

    I slipped in...The door shut and locked behind me.  She was barely five 
foot, with short, dark hair.  Nice tits in a real tight "Willy's Bud" "T" 
shirt.  Her name was Sybil.  Seventeen...With a three point eight GPA.  She 
was the youngest here.

    "Carmen told me to expect you.  They're in the guest bedroom."  That 
Carmen thought too much like Carol...It was frightening !  I walked toward the 
second bedroom, fully expecting the young lady to follow and turned when she 
didn't.  "I'm look out...Carmen is going to brief me later."

    The girls were all lounging on the floor except for Carmen.  A couple of 
them stood when I entered the room.  Carmen was sitting behind her desk.  She 
said it made her feel more professional.  She winked at me and then got right 
back to where she was.  The girls sat once again.

    ".....It's important that the timing work out.  Don't stray too far from 
your pick up points.  It will not be easy to identify them.  Anyone with a 
camera has to be immobilized at once.  Look for ear pieces...People talking to 
themselves.  When you see the red balloons congregating by their targets, fan 
out quickly and start passing out joints in your assigned sector.  Stay away 
from the balloons but keep your eyes and ears open.  Nothing is one hundred 
percent.  Get the crowd chanting.  This is only going to last a few minutes at 
most."

    "The jamming starts when he appears at the top of the hill.  He'll 
speak for about a minute...When he holds out his hands, the joints start 
falling...Get the chanting going again and then it'll happen...It will be real 
obvious.  The more panic the better.  After that it's every man for himself.  
Check in when you get to a computer and then lay low until after the election 
and normal com procedures start up again on the sixth.  Any questions ?"

    There were a couple.  I torched up a bowl and the group passed it around 
for a few turns.  I could tell the girls were excited.  This was the last 
meeting of the day.  There had been three.  I hadn't told Carmen but I was 
spending the night here.  I was one horny dog after rubbing elbows with over 
twenty five very attractive young ladies in one day.  Some of the L.A. crew 
were up here for the weekend as they were planning on being in town that last 
weekend before the election.  "D" Day !

    Carmen was standing in front of me.  Several of the girls had left.  Most 
parked in surrounding neighborhoods and walked the last half mile or so.  They 
left in staggered pairs and I was blown away at how stealthy everyone was 
being.  "Can you stay a while ?"  Carmen draped her arms over my shoulders.  
Her face was very close to mine.

    I spied Sybil across the room, taking a huge hit off the pipe.  I removed 
Carmen's arms from my shoulders, backed up, moved around her and walked over 
to Sybil.  "Be `ok' if I brief you ?  Carmen's gonna be a little busy."  I 
took the bowl out of her hand and took a big rip.  I squinted at her.

    "Sure, Malibu.  I'd like that...A lot."  I was excited.  Other than her 
interview, we'd only met with the group before now and that was only two or 
three times.  I gave her shoulder a squeeze and walked back over to Carmen.

    "And what was that all about, mister ?"

    "Just getting a couple of hits...That's all."  She stepped a little closer 
and pressed her hand up against my cock.  "That's not what I feel here.  Let 
me guess...You're going to brief little Sybil and probably want me to get busy 
with some project that's got to be done by tomorrow morning...Am I right ?"

    "Yea...It was something like that.  I thought maybe I could spend the 
night ?"

    "With Sybil ?"

    "Well...You live here.  We could do it on the couch !?"  Carmen started 
laughing.  The last two waved before sliding out the door.  That left the 
three of us.  I waved Sybil over and she brought the pipe.  I started filling 
it while Carmen started briefing her.

    We passed the bowl around while Carmen talked.  I got tired of standing.  
The couch was too soft but I laid back anyway.  I could hardly hear Carmen 
speaking.  I closed my eyes.....

    .....It was very dark when I woke.  I was still on the couch and struggled 
to sit up.  Twenty hundred hours.  I was hungry.

    "You up, Willy ?"

    "Yea..."  I found her sitting in Carmen's stuffed chair.  You could hardly 
see her in the darkness.  I grabbed the pipe off the end table and torched the 
bowl.

    "Carmen told me to wake her when you got up."  She was standing.

    I was holding up the pipe.  Thrusting it out to her.  She was about ten 
feet away.  "Let her sleep, Sybil."  She moved toward the bowl, eventually 
sitting next to me.  We passed it back and forth for a good long while...About 
three bowls full.

    We were pushing and shoving a little.  I probably started it.  I was in 
that kind of mood.  I was getting the worst of it despite her size.  She 
honestly kissed me first.  But from that moment on I was the aggressor.

    Her "T" shirt came off over her head and her bra quickly followed.  Nice 
large melons jiggled around on her chest.  I bent and sucked on a quarter 
size areolae and nipple.  Her nipple was hard and chewy.  My penis was 
becoming a boner in my pants and that's always such a great feeling.  I became 
bolder with her breasts, biting her breast meat and pinching her nipples.  
Sybil was very hot and almost panting when I reached her mouth.

    Her hands were at my waist, working on my jeans.  My hands were inside her 
pants and going at her from back and front.  My mouth went back to her bare 
breasts.  I was biting them and leaving marks.  Her breasts were so white and 
so nice.  I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and savored it a bit 
before leaving her for a moment.

    I stood and wiggled out of my jeans.  She had hers off and thrown to the 
floor.  Neither of us had worn underwear.  Her bush was a dark curly mass of 
hair between her legs.  My boner was bobbing around.  I was hoping Carmen 
would walk in on us.  I dropped to my knees and knee walked to the couch.  
Sybil slid her butt to the edge and spread her knees wide.  Her cunt opened in 
a mass of hair, all pink and slick looking.

    No teasing...I poked it as far as I could into her.  I started fucking 
almost immediately and could feel my balls slapping against her buns.  I had 
my hands on her knees driving her thighs into her chest.  Her tits mashed out 
both sides of her knees.  I was driving for the downs, up on my feet and just 
pounding her senseless.  She was starting to make a lot of noise.  I was close 
to becoming Joe Crocker.....

    .....She was on top of me...Had been since she started sucking on my cock.  
I had been feasting on her cunt and asshole...Then she impaled herself on me 
and had been riding ever since...Not real fast...Ha !  Ha !

                          ***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****

    Carmen heard them fucking.  She wasn't even pissed...In fact, expected it.  
It must be the way Luci feels about it...Maybe Erin, too ?!  She was excited 
and ran her hands through her curls, finally dipping a finger into her juicy 
pussy.  Sybil was chanting almost.  Willy must be fucking the shit out of her.  
Enough of this...Carmen rolled out of bed and headed for the front room while 
she pulled her "T" shirt off over her head.

    Her breasts were heavy, her nipples advertising her excitement.  The front 
room was dark but she could see them on the couch.  Sybil was riding him.  
Carmen got more turned on watching the young thing's breasts bobble around as 
she bounced on Willy's cock.

    "Now !  What the fuck is going on in my front room ?"  Neither of them 
acted as if they heard her.  Sybil continued to pump herself up and down on 
Willy's cock.  Carmen approached them and Willy motioned her on to his face.  
Her cunt was almost dribbling.  She came at them from his head and slid her 
cunt right up on to Willy's mouth.  The younger girl moved back, to give 
Carmen room, like she did this every day.

    Carmen could feel his tongue exploring her vagina, sliding up to her 
clitoris and batting it about with the tip of his tongue.  She grabbed for 
Sybil's shoulders and held on as orgasm rushed through her.  Carmen's nipples 
ached and then both of them were playing with them.  The current was running 
through her again and now Willy started thrusting up into the younger girl.

    "Ooooohhhhh !  God !  God !  I'mmmm cuming !"  Carmen could smell them.  
Willy had captured her clit with his lips and was sucking on it.  Carmen fell 
forward and pushed Sybil right off of Willy's cock.  He was still turgid and 
Carmen wasted no time scrambling forward and impaling herself on Willy's 
dick.  She bent down and started humping him.  When Willy reamed his finger 
reamed right into her anus Carmen went off again, spasaming for a moment or 
two.

    I was feeling rested.  Carmen was still moving around on my dick but she 
was content.  The first time with Carmen rarely took more than a couple of 
minutes.  I spanked her ass real good and rolled her off on to the floor.  
Sybil was at the end of the couch and started laughing.  My boner bounced 
around as I got up to my knees.

    I pulled her by the legs and then flipped her over in front of me.  A love 
tap to the behind and she drew her knees up under her, sticking her butt up 
into the air.  Her ass was superb !  Like inflated volleyballs...I spread them 
and planted my cock in Sybil's crack.  A couple of strokes and I was in and 
fucking.  She was still tight and I rammed myself in and out of her.  Her anus 
puckered every time I fed it to her.

    Willy was too engrossed with Sybil's butt to be aware of Carmen moving to 
the other end of the couch.  She was behind him before he could protest and 
now she was playing with his dangling testicles.

    "This is not fair, Carmen."  He had slowed his stroking.  Carmen laughed.  
Willy took one of her hands away from his balls and started sucking on her 
middle finger.  Her other hand continued to fondle his testicles and Willy 
continued to pump his cock in and out of Sybil's up-raised behind.  Carmen's 
finger was shinny with spittle.  She knew where Willy was going to stick it.

    Sybil froze when Carmen's finger slid about two inches into her asshole.  
Willy kept pumping.  A short time later, she could no longer feel the finger 
in her butt.  When it slid back into her it went way further but she didn't 
freeze and was soon humping back at Willy and the finger.

    "Hug me, Carmen."  He was really fucking the shit out of the young thing 
on her knees in front of him.  Carmen ripped her finger out of the young 
thing's butt and wrapped herself around Willy.  He started cuming almost 
immediately, jerking around like an epileptic.  Current was running through 
her.  She jerked with him.

    The three of them ended up in a heap at one end of the couch.  The room 
stank of sex.  Bodies were perspiring freely.  They rubbed against each other 
with natural lubrication.  Willy's cock was still turgid but Carmen sensed he 
was done for the evening.  She untangled from the mess on the couch and went 
to turn on the shower.  She could hear Willy and Sybil playing grab ass above 
the sound of the water cascading down on to the tile floor.

                          ***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****

    "Sorry but I just got my assignment yesterday..."  The three of them were 
fully clothed and sitting in the front room.  Jerry Weeden had no mind for sex 
this afternoon.  He'd dropped everything and hauled ass over to Gloria's just 
twenty minutes after she called him.  With less than a week to go before the 
election all he could think about was catching Willy Tamarack.  It was an 
obsession with him.

    "...several thousand.  The biggest pro-pot rally in the history of the 
State of Nevada.  It's going to be held this Saturday at that park over by the 
beltway.  They expect lots of cops and surveillance.  Every group has a plan 
for several different contingencies.  I've heard that there will be over a 
thousand pounds of weed changing hands during the demonstration.  Oh !  
Yea...And he's going to speak...Like at the stadium.  I'm crowd control...A 
chant leader.  He'll be prompt...Thirteen hundred hours.  That's one p.m. for 
you civilians."  Penny was watching Jerry closely, looking for his reaction.

    Jerry was lost in thought, thinking of how large the park was.  It was 
huge !  He wondered if the police would be able to cover it all ?  Thousands 
of kids !  A thousand pounds of pot !  Fuck !  He wondered if he should alert 
the press ?  He'd love to get the "bust" on TV.  Penny broke into Jerry's 
thoughts.

    "He's going to notify the press early Saturday morning several hours 
before the event.  The objective is to convince the public that it would be 
advantageous for the state of Nevada to legalize and tax marijuana.  Don't ask 
me how ?  Nobody seems to have any idea how this will persuade the public of 
that ?  The pot initiative lost big time a couple of years ago.  And it 
doesn't appear it will even qualify for the ballot this year...Maybe you know 
something about that, being in the legislature and all that, Mister Weeden ?  
Anyway nobody seems to know much more than their part...And security is off 
the chart for this event...Way more than any other event.  Even team leaders 
don't have the big picture.  Very different from the last time...At the 
stadium."

    "Don't worry, Penny.  It matters little what his objective is.  He'll have 
to have a lot more than magic to get his ass out of that park without getting 
busted.  I guarantee it !"

    Penny noticed that Mister Weeden was way out there...No drugs today !  He 
was imagining how it was going to be when he caught Willy.  Penny was sure he 
wouldn't even want a quick blow job this afternoon.  Maybe, after he left, 
she'd call Willy with a progress report.  Knowing Willy, he'd be watching and 
already have it all figured out.  When she volunteered for this gig, J.J. and 
Gee Gee made sure Penny understood that it was extremely difficult to get a 
step ahead of Willy Tamarack.

                                    #####

    Satellite positioning placed the sailing vessel in one of the major 
navigation routes to the tip of the Baja Peninsula.  It was only later and at 
night that it came back east and headed directly for the west coast of the 
United States.  It's destination was seven hundred miles off the coast of 
California.  It was there that it would rendezvous with the tanker tonight.  
GPS works for both sides.

                                    #####

    The senator was sitting in his office with the radio blasting some 60's 
era music.  His assistant was sitting at the corner of his desk.  Their heads 
weren't a foot apart.  The assistant was sucking on a breath mint.

    "...up in Henderson...Early nineties...Buys a place...Nice condo and very 
cheap back then.  A couple of years later Henderson Police were keeping an eye 
on the place because of a drug distribution claim made by an anonymous source.  
It was an anonymous phone call to be exact.  No search warrant, no interview, 
no anything because they could never find him.  Then like magic, he disappears 
from sight for about a year.  Turns up next in Kyle canyon.  A cabin this 
time.  He still owns the condo.  This time the drug distribution allegations 
are coming from the DEA and shortly after that the lead agent is caught up in 
a sex scandal involving Tamarack's wife and daughter...It really gets 
confusing here because there's no record of a marriage and he has no known 
children.  Then there are the rumors floating around back then...And let me 
say with not a shred of proof to substantiate any of them, mind you...Just 
rumors...Mob involvement, prostitution, pornography...You name it and this 
guy's name appears involved with it.  And I emphasize the word `appears'."

    The senator held up his hand.  "You are still talking about Tamarack, 
right ?"  The assistant nodded his head.  "Where there's smoke there's fire.  
Why isn't this scum bag rotting away in federal prison ?"

    "Well...That's a good question.  Seems back then, they raided his place up 
in Kyle Canyon.  Burned his cabin to the ground.  Two dead bodies.  One a 
federal agent...Multiple bullet wounds and burned beyond recognition.  The 
other was initially identified as Tamarack but later turned out to be a 
Southern California business man.  How this guy fits into an armed federal 
assault is beyond me ?  By the way...Not one ounce of dope was ever found at 
either the cabin or the condo.  So to make a long story short.  Tamarack 
disappears again.  This time for almost two years...No one has any idea where 
he spent this time away from 'Vegas."

    The assistant takes a swig off a coke can and continues.  "I thought that 
was the end of it until I heard from him at the concert but then I got this a 
couple of days ago from a federal guy who owes us a favor or two...Anyway 
remember that big explosion out in the desert...That mansion...The Russian 
thug."  The senator was nodding his head up and down.  "Well, our fed friend 
tells me that a group of them believe Tamarack was behind it...Probably pulled 
it off himself...With a couple of friends, maybe...They're not sure but 
several of them chased a guy and his entourage up near Bryce Canyon a few days 
after the explosion.  The guy got away in a light airplane...Private and the 
last time the feds saw it, the plane was skimming the tree tops...Going where, 
is anybody's guess ?  This plane would register on no one's radar.  It was 
gone.  They think it was Tamarack !"

    "And listen to this...Just this morning I get wind that Jerry Weeden is 
the source of the latest rumors concerning Mister Tamarack.  He claims to have 
a mole in Tamarack's organization.  The mole says he's linked up with some 
Mexican mob families and is importing the highest quality pot ever imported 
into the states from Mexico...The DEA isn't quite as convinced as 
Weeden...After all they've been burned by Tamarack before but they do believe, 
as Weeden does, that Tamarack is behind this `tax weed' bullshit...Bottom 
line: they do not have one bit of evidence in order to get a warrant to take 
Tamarack into custody.  If they could ever find him.  Which they can't.  He 
has a hundred addresses but never seems to be home."

    "There's also a story floating around out there that says Tamarack is 
working for the CIA or somebody like that...That they are protecting him 
with safe houses, aliases, the works.  I find that the most disturbing.  Some 
people are still spooked about that investigation into the county ethics 
problems back then.  If the feds are still poking around !?"

    The senator turned and lowered the radio's volume.  "Thanks.  Keep this 
under your hat.  I'm sure we'll be hearing from Mister Tamarack very soon now.  
Keep an eye out for unusual occurrences...You know, strange shit..."

                                    #####

    Gloria peeked out the window just as Willy disappeared at her front door.
She motioned Penny toward the door.  The door bell sounded.  Penny opened it 
and Willy slipped in, flattening himself against the wall.

    "Well, ladies, don't keep me in suspense.  Did he go for it ?"

    Both of the girls had smiles a mile wide plastered across their faces.  It 
was Penny who spoke.  "Sure thing, Malibu.  Hook, line and sinker.  Every 
available cop in town will be in or around that park next Saturday.  You gonna 
tell us the punch line now, Malibu ?"

    "Sorry, darling.  You and Gloria will have to wait until we rondeavue  
Saturday after the rally.  You two are accompanying me to California...about 
two weeks...I figure.  We'll stay some place nice.  Mister Weeden is going to 
be one pissed off mother fucker after this all shakes out and I don't want 
either of you to catch any of the fall out."

    I was lighting the pipe...After taking a good hit I passed it to Penny.  
"Gloria you're going to have to move to a different section of town.  I've 
already got a place lined up for you...Real nice place, out in the southwest.  
Have even secured you some new employment while you go back to school full 
time.  Any problem with that ?"

    Gloria was beaming.  We'd talked about this one afternoon when I came over 
and boned her for an evening.  I looked forward to spending a little time at 
the beach with the two of them.  Penny was a very cute young lady.

                         ***** CHAPTER THIRTEEN *****

    Plain clothed officers started to survey the park at zero six hundred 
hours Saturday morning.  Willy's eyes and ears had started jogging an hour 
earlier at zero five hundred hours.  Boy, was there a lot of bitching from 
that group !  Willy consoled them with the promise that their shift would be 
chocked full of action.  There were six of them...All young ladies.  And the 
excitement in their voices could not be disguised as they started picking up 
the police surveillance.

    The next group of joggers entered the park between six-fifteen and 
six-thirty...Another six young ladies.  For the next six hours there were 
never less than six of Willy's eyes and ears running around the park.  The 
police surveillance was plotted on the map in Willy's command center.

    A little after eleven two local high school football teams wandered into 
the park and started running plays on a couple of large green belts that were 
surrounded by thick pines.  Cheerleaders showed up next and shortly after that 
there were two separate touch football games being conducted less than a 
quarter mile apart.  Volleyball games started about noon with three full 
courts of teams.  Throw in the usual locals, who wondered what all the crowd 
was about, and the park was packed.

    A non-descript gray Volkswagen bus was hardly noticed as it circled the 
park.  Every so often it would park and an older woman would climb out.  She 
would walk up to the nearest park sign and tape a single sheet of paper to the 
sign.  Inside the van, hidden from all behind dark tinted glass, were four 
teenage young ladies.  Each was wearing a head set and listening intently...To 
a scanner...Scanning for police frequencies.  The gray VW bus moved off at a 
brisk clip to the next park entrance.

                                    #####

    The senator noticed right off that his office door was ajar about six 
inches.  He distinctly remembered locking it last night before he left.  His 
chief of staff had the only other key but he was in Reno for the weekend.  He 
pushed the door open with his foot and immediately found a male stranger 
looking at some pictures on the wall.  The man turned before the senator could 
speak.

    "Hi, senator !  I'm Willy Tamarack.  I thought it was time we met.  Let me 
give you some ideas about all this commotion I've caused."  I was holding out 
my hand and the senator took it.  After shaking hands, I stepped away from his 
desk and continued.

    "Sorry about the break-in but I haven't touched a thing.  Your office 
secrets are still office secrets.  Knowing what a smart politician you 
are...I'm sure there's nothing here of importance.  By the way, I walked in on 
the guy who was dropping off that big shopping bag over there.  It was hard 
not to look.  It's full of money.  I'd take that home if I were you."

    I was standing in front of his desk.  He was sitting in his chair, looking 
over at the bag.  It was filled to the top with currency, neatly stacked.  
There were hundreds showing on top.

    "I'm sure that will help you continue your good work for the great state 
of Nevada.  Secreted in the middle somewhere, surrounded by the money, you'll 
find a video tape.  My word...Only one copy.  It shows a certain senator 
Weeden in some very compromising positions."  I grinned.  The senator was 
blushing.  "Use it.  Burn it.  I don't care."  I paused.  "So lets get down to 
business.  You're probably concerned about what's required of you for this 
very large contribution."

    "No one buys me !"  His voice was strong and steady.

    I ignored him and waved my arms around the room.  "I took the liberty of 
sweeping the room before you arrived.  We don't need anyone sharing our 
confidence.  No phone bullshit here.  We're eye to eye...Man to man...Your 
word against mine.  But then maybe you're bugging this meeting...Or I'm 
wearing a wire ?  Hard to tell now a days."  We both stared at each other.

    "Just what do you expect to accomplish with all this `commotion' as you 
call it ?

    "Today at one o'clock in the park over by the two-fifteen...I'm going to 
donate five hundred thousand dollars in gold bullion to three local high 
school student body presidents...The first marijuana tax payment to the state 
of Nevada.  I want your word my tax contribution will be in addition to what 
the schools would get normally...not an off set.  I know it's not a lot but a 
little research on my part convinces me that it could be well spent on books 
and supplies."

    I reached across his desk to shake his hand.  He stood.  A neutral look on 
his face.  "That's all ?"

    "That's it.  Taxing weed will eventually convince all of you politicians 
that it's the only way to keep people happy.  It's time's a coming !  Thanks 
for your time, senator."

    I turned, walked out through his office door and headed toward the stairs, 
taking them two at a time.

                                    #####

    I was peeking through the blinds when I heard the sound of the garage door 
coming up.  The gray van rolled up the driveway and into the garage.  The 
garage door started to come back down.  I moved toward the kitchen and met 
Erin at the door.  We embraced.

    "You ready, Willy ?"

    "Yea !  Let's get the show on the road.  I'll call you from the beach in a 
couple of days...After the commotion dies down."

    Erin kissed me on the lips.  "Yea...Sure, Willy.  After you ball the shit 
out of those two bimbos in the back bedroom...Shit !  You'll be calling me 
tonight...You'll be out of energy and ideas by then."  She laughed and kissed 
me again.  I snaked my tongue into her mouth.  She clutched me.

                                    #####

    Richard Ell way was performing his first undercover work.  He was anxious !  
Everyone, from the captain on down, was sure this was going to be a huge bust.  
Richard could smell marijuana all around him and counted five or six teenagers 
openly smoking weed within twenty feet of his position.

    Richard had been following the girl for some time.  He couldn't remember 
what had attracted him to her.  It might have been the big back pack or the 
walkman she appeared to be carrying ?  He'd been observing her for over five 
minutes and was almost positive she had something to do with the organization 
of the rally.  He'd been rehearsing his report...Going over the words in his 
mind...Her description and what about her that made him suspicious.  Then it 
dawned on him.  She was communicating and coordinating !

    "Free Hemp !  Tax Weed !  Free Hemp !  Tax Weed !"  The chanting started 
behind him.  He turned to find the source.  Just a quick scan but by the time 
he turned back to find the girl, she had disappeared into the trees.  He moved 
quickly toward the trees and keyed his lapel mic.  Time to report in !

                                    #####

    I strolled through the neighborhood, walking a dog.  Two police cruisers 
were parked at the end of the street, doors open.  The officers were leaning 
against the hoods, shooting the shit.  I turned up the fifth drive way and 
used the remote in my pocket to open the garage door.

    The dog had curled up on the couch, after wandering to his bowl and 
lapping up water, by the time I finished dressing in the back bedroom.  At 
exactly twelve fifty-five I opened the kitchen door and slipped out into the 
back yard.  The wall at the far end of the yard bordered the park.  One good 
jump and I was up and over...And into the park.  Instead, I stood on a patio 
chair and peered over the wall into the park.

    I could hear the crowd chanting but it was sporadic.  There was a steep 
hill right in front of me and the area was heavily treed...Mostly pine.  I 
looked to my left and saw Carmen moving through the trees.  I was dressed in a 
tuxedo, cumber bun and all, so I was a bit ginger as I vaulted over the wall.  
The landing forced me to my haunches but I was hardly breathing hard as I 
followed Carmen up the hill.

    "Ok !  Willy...Erin is going to turn on the jamming in ten seconds."  
Carmen had her hand on my chest.  I could hear Erin counting down through 
Carmen's headset.  When Erin reached zero, I pushed off and started up the 
remainder of the hill.

                         ***** CHAPTER FOURTEEN *****

    Four antennas were visible, poking up through the sun roof of the gray 
van.  When Erin O'Connell Tamarack reached zero, the four young ladies in the 
back of the van started pumping some very loud rock and roll music on to all 
the police frequencies that they had discovered during their earlier 
surveillance.

    Richard Ellway was just about to enter the trees when fifty billion 
decibels of good ol' rock & roll entered his head set.  He yanked the ear plug 
out of his ear.  His report was all but forgotten even if he could burn 
through the jamming.  He observed several fellow officers ripping their ear 
plugs out of their ears.  He had forgotten all about the young girl.  The 
chanting was getting louder and more organized.

    "Tax Weed !  Free Hemp !  Tax Weed !  Free Hemp !"  I was hiding behind 
the last few trees near the top of the rise.  The student body presidents were 
below me and standing in a clearing near the top of the hill, facing the 
crowd...And the crowd was fucking huge.  Red balloons were littered through 
out the crowd.  I stepped out of the trees with my arms raised above my head.  
The volume of the chanting lowered a bit and then a lot of the crowd started 
to cheer and clap and whistle.  This was shit hot !

                                    #####

    Jerry Weeden was standing with a group of police officers at the far end 
of the park.  For three minutes there had been nothing but loud rock and roll 
music on all police frequencies.  Their concern with their inability to 
communicate prevented them from noticing that the chanting had slowed down and 
then petered out to nothing.

    A younger officer was running across the grass toward them.  "He's 
speaking...It's started !"  The mass of officers started running toward the 
far end of the park.  There were about twenty of them...Plenty enough to grab 
Mister Tamarack, Weeden figured.

    When they plunged into the crowd, they were immediately slowed to a crawl.  
It was very obvious that a group of teenagers were impeding police progress 
on purpose.  The teenagers were mostly young ladies but they were allied with 
a few large young men who appeared to be forming a moving shield that the 
police were having a problem breaking through.

    Jerry Weeden could see him at the top of the hill...Tamarack, that 
asshole.  He was dressed in a tuxedo and while Weeden couldn't quite make out 
what he was saying, it was obvious that he was presenting the likewise dressed 
teenagers with what appeared to be gold bars.  Two of the teenagers were 
holding bars up above their heads and the hundreds of kids, filling the 
natural ampatheater that the park formed, were cheering loudly.

    "Craack !"

    The sound of the shot was loud and appeared to come from the right, 
somewhere ?  Everyone was looking off in that direction.  When Jerry looked 
back to the hill, where Tamarack had been standing, he was gone.  The 
teenagers, who had been on the hill with him, were down on their hands and 
knees crawling away from the knoll.

    There was about two seconds of silence before the screaming and yelling 
began.  Teenagers were scattering in all directions.  It was pandemonium !  
The tide was against them and it took the police over three minutes before 
they congregated at the bottom of the hill.  The trail of blood began at the 
rear of the clearing and led them down the back side of the hill to the wall 
that separated the park from residential homes.  The blood trail ended at the 
top of the wall.

    Several of the officers worked together to get one of them up on the top 
of the wall.  Nothing in the back yard appeared out of the ordinary.  The 
officer on top of the wall stood and looked around.  The jamming ended as 
suddenly as it started.  All police frequencies were silent for about a minute 
before useless chatter started to fill the air waves.  By now the park was 
almost empty of teenagers...Just the police remained.

                                    #####

    Jerry Weeden was still holding a couple of eight by ten glossies of his 
debauchery with Gloria and Penny.  He'd been totally surprised by the man 
sitting on the floor, concealed in the back of his vehicle.  He was sure he'd 
locked the SUV.  Yet the envelope was plainly visible on the driver's side 
dashboard and had his name on it...He couldn't miss it and was perusing the 
contents as soon as he settled in the driver's seat.  When the guy, concealed 
in the back, spoke he almost hit his head on the ceiling.

    "Where did you get these ?"  Jerry was twisted around, looking into the 
back of the SUV.

    "I took them."

    "I'm going to have you arrested for blackmail..."

    "Senator...The police departments of this valley have been looking for me 
for over...Shit !  Ten years now.  What makes you think they can find me at 
this particular moment ?  Remember, I'm the one who found you.  You have never 
found me.  Oh !  I almost forgot..."  The man tossed a video tape into the 
front seat.

    Jerry Weeden leaned away from the tape...Like it was a live hand grenade.  
"A little jumpy aren't we, Senator ?"  The guy's smile was very wide and very 
bright.  Jerry wanted so much to power lock all the doors and drive this guy 
to the nearest police cruiser.  Shit !  There were still probably a couple of 
dozen within two miles of them, canvassing the neighborhoods.  And it was 
almost three hours after they surmised somebody attempted to assassinate Willy 
Tamarack.

    "What you have in your lap is not what you should be worrying about.  It's 
that big bag of cash you took from...What was his name ?  I really never got a 
good look at him but I did get some pretty good video of you in the back of 
his car, counting it...And them getting out and walking to your car with the 
brief case.  I really don't think there's much chance of getting out of this 
one, Jerry !"  The man, concealed in the back of the car, chuckled.

                                    #####

    The sailing ship had been still since the sun went down.  The crew was now 
lowering the device.  The timer had been started.  There was no longer any way 
to avert the final solution.  The device was set to go off in three hours.  
They estimated that the device would be over eight hundred meters below the 
surface when it exploded.  Their scientists had estimated that the wave height 
would be in the vicinity of fifty to sixty feet when it collided with the west 
coast of the United States !

                         ***** CHAPTER FIFTEEN *****

    I was coasting down P.V. Drive North.  Staying to the speed limit but 
coasting all the same.  It was quite dark and very foggy.  I had to use the 
windshield wipers every few moments and the headlights were off.  It was just 
a little before five.  I figured that I'd have to walk down the cliff before 
daylight.  Shit !  I could probably walk down to the cove blind-folded as many 
times as I'd made the trip.

    We made the trip in under four hours...Good time.  The girls were 
wrapped up in the back with some sleeping bags.  After leaving Weeden...Shit !  
I got him to drop me off at the corner...Anyway, less than three minutes later 
we were cruising out of the neighborhood and not an officer of the law was in 
sight.  Less than an hour later, we were pulling into state line and parking 
at the rear of the parking area...Almost not visible from the freeway.

    I was hot to get the girls out of their clothes and was sporting a 
throbber already.  The girls were running ahead of me as I was carrying a very 
large suitcase.  It was full of all sorts of tools that I didn't want anyone 
to get a good look at.  I set the suitcase down just inside the back door to 
the state-line hotel and casino.  Less than ten seconds later the door slid 
open and a couple strode by us on their way up to the strip...Back to 
California ?  Who knows ?

    The girls and I slipped into the hallway as the automatic door closed 
behind us.  I headed to the desk/check-in area and the girls remained where 
they were, guarding the suitcase and trying to blend into the surroundings.

    The desk was a breeze and I was checked-in in under fifteen minutes.  Only 
needed one key and worked my way back to the suitcase on the "QT."  The girls 
followed me to the elevators and up we went.  It hardly appeared we were 
acquainted until the three of us departed on floor number three.  I forged 
ahead while the girls wandered behind.  My cock was almost fully hard.  I was 
light headed.  I looked back as the girls approached me.  The plastic key did 
it's magic and the door was swinging open.  I followed the girls in and 
stuffed the suitcase into the closet.

    Gloria was peeking out the window.  Penny was in the bathroom.  Gloria 
could hear her pissing.  She looked over at Willy and then started laughing.  
He had a hardon.  Gloria was instantly horny and moved toward Willy.  He was 
smiling as she approached.

    "On your knees, Gloria."  She went eagerly and was opening his jeans when 
the teenager came out of the bathroom.  She was buck-ass naked, the little 
slut.  Her breasts were bigger than Gloria's...Not by much but bigger, fuller.  
The teenager's nipples were erect, her areolae all crinkly.  Gloria could 
feel her labia filling with blood.  Her clitoris was getting sensitive.  
Willy's "T" shirt was off over his head and flying toward the television.

    Gloria could feel his hands on her breasts.  He was pulling on her nipples 
through her blouse.  She spread his jeans open before filling her hands with 
his cock.  He was very hard and very hot to the touch.  The teenager was 
pulling his jeans down around his ankles.

    Both of the girls were on their knees and that's the way I wanted it.  My 
cock had been bobbing around until I forced it into Gloria's mouth.  She was 
hungry...Very slobbery, sucking my meat in and out of her mouth.  The teenager 
was licking and sucking on my ass.  My hardon was like a diamond cutter.  
Gloria's mouth was sliding up and down my slick cock and I was in heaven.

    I got Gloria's blouse off and found her braless.  I was pulling and 
pinching her nipples when I felt Penny's mouth and tongue on my scrotum.  It 
wouldn't be long now.  I'd orgasm in Gloria's mouth, then fuck Penny's cute 
little ass.  Gloria was getting all of my dick into her mouth.  This woman 
could give good head.

    My knees were rocking back and forth.  My hands were on her head.  My cock 
was buried in her mouth.  I could feel her throat close down on the head of my 
cock.  My head jerked back and I was "Joe Cocker," jerking around as orgasm 
flooded up above my waist.  My cock started to deflate almost immediately.  I 
was on my way down to the bed.  My pants weren't even off my feet.  Gloria was 
just topless, her nipples swollen and erect.

    I was on my back and looking up at her.  "Get naked, Gloria."  Penny was 
crawling up between my legs after removing my jeans.  Her mouth was wet and 
warm when it sucked my noodle like cock into her mouth.  Gloria was stepping 
out of her jeans.  Her panties were tiny and twisted up between her legs.  Her 
mound was covered with a thick growth of short dark pubic hair.  My cock 
started to come alive in Penny's mouth.

    "Get us a joint going, Gloria."  She was naked.  Her nipples were erect.  
Her belly button was adorned with a stud today.  Her ass giggled as she 
searched for her purse then for a joint.  I was fully hard by the time she 
took the first drag.

    Gloria was standing beside the bed, holding the joint to my lips.  Penny 
was sliding her wet mouth up and down my very slick cock.  "Ride it, Penny."  
She looked up and I found slobber drooling down her chin and falling into my 
pubic patch.  I was taking another drag off the joint while Penny was fitting 
my dick head into her cunt.

    I moaned and a puff of smoke burst out of the joint as Penny lowered 
herself onto my cock.  She was very tight.  Penny leaned forward and I exhaled 
a lung full of smoke into her mouth.  She tossed her head back and I felt her 
vagina tighten around my dick.  I thrust up.  Penny thrust back and we started 
fucking.  Within just a few moments she was up on her feet bouncing her ass 
up and down over my cock.  Her tits were tight on her chest, about the size of 
tennis balls.  Her areolae and nipple was no larger than a quarter and not 
much darker than the surrounding skin, blended together in one knarly lump.

    Penny's face was screwed up in concentration as she fucked herself on and 
off my hard penis.  I was hardly moving...Let her do the work.  It was more 
fun to watch.  Gloria was feeding me the joint again.  Penny's fingers were 
digging into my shoulders and I was now feeding her cunt my meat.  I couldn't 
stop, began thrusting my cock deep into her belly.  She was up off the 
mattress and grinding her tight cunt around and around, like she was stirring 
my cock around in her cunt.  My hands grasped her ass and rolled her over.  I 
had her buried into the mattress as I thrust my cock in and out of her.  Her 
legs were wrapped around my middle with her arms around my neck.

    Her cunt was milking me and soon I was limp and unable to stay in her.  I 
rolled to my back.  Gloria was at the other end of the bad.  She was leaning 
over and putting the joint out in the ash tray.  Now on her knees, she was 
crawling up toward me.

    "I want what she got, Mister Tamarack."  I laughed out loud.  The pink 
pill was never far from the action.  Down the hatches.  Miss Gloria was going 
to get a good fucking in just a few minutes.  I laid back on the bed and 
sucked on a new joint.

                                    #####

    Some of them were dressed in traditional robes.  Others were in jeans and 
"T" shirts.  All were up on deck.  The time was near.  Most were nervously 
checking their watches.  When the time passed, some began to look worried.  In 
just a moment of a second the bottom fell out below the boat.  It was headed 
down and they were all on their knees...All on their knees heading for hell !  
In just another moment of a second they, boat and all, were headed up into the 
heavens...Filling the universe with little bits of themselves that would live  
a half life of a thousand years.

    The water was pushed out ahead of the energy...Tons of it.  In the open 
ocean it was approaching fifty feet...And running at almost twenty knots.  
Within seconds national technical means recorded the event.  There was no 
concealing the fact that it was nuclear and detonated less than a hundred 
miles off the California coast.

                                    #####

    It was still very gray when I got to the beach.  The tide was way out but 
in the fog of early morning that was easily overlooked.  I dropped to my knees 
in a sandy area next to a narrow channel that I would use to paddle out.  The 
channel was deep enough that my skeg didn't scrape the bottom too much and 
soon I was out in deeper water heading for the line-up.

    There was a descent swell in with waves in the range of three to four 
feet.  The visibility was near a mile in light fog.  I was turning to take off 
on a descent sized wave when I first heard the noise.  It sounded like a lot 
of white water.  Out of the gray...It just appeared.  White water...Two, three 
stories high...Stretched all across the cove...Getting closer by the second.

    I'd never race it to shore...Or at least win.  I turned back out to sea 
and started paddling out to meet the monster.  The cove was pretty deep out 
here.  Maybe dive underneath it ?!  Not a lot of options available.  I slid 
off the board and gave it a good shove toward the shore line.  I started with 
several cleansing breaths and then sucked in the last big one.

    The wave appeared larger, the closer it came.  I dove for the bottom and 
kicked for all I was worth.  I figured I had ten seconds.  The turbulence 
started five seconds after I turned for the bottom...Much earlier than I 
expected.  It was also much more violent than I expected.  I lost some air and 
the first panic surfaced.  I curled into a ball as the turbulence was way more 
than I figured.

    I was trying to relax...Conserve my energy...My air supply...I was kidding 
myself.  I was going to die.  I opened my eyes.  The same dark gray all 
around.  Turbulence was still strong.  I made one last attempt at maintaining, 
what...Situation awareness !?  I let in the first water and then it was a 
flood.  My lungs sucked it in.  The pain went off the scale.  It got dark and 
and cold.  It got colder and much darker.  There was no light.  I didn't care.

                                    R.I.P.

